#I play so much Pony Town in the last time

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

What kind of Pony (mlp) I think the BSD characters would be:

!Spoiler warning for a small spoiler for Chuuya’s backstory/Stormbringer!

TWs: Short and very slight mention of lab experiments on a person/pony, very short and slight mention of manipulation, Mori being Mori. Nothing is described in a very detailed way though.

 The first TW is a reference to Chuuya’s backstory/stormbringer and the other two are…Mori being Mori. I think you know how he is.

Dazai: Unicorn.( He would have become an Alicorn if he would have stayed with Mori and if he would have finished his training there.) He loves to watch Chuuya fly around. 

Chuuya: Alicorn (He was born as a unicorn and due to lab experiments on him he turned into an Alicorn. He can also use extremely powerful magic due to this but loses control over it if he uses too powerful spells.)

Kunikida: Unicorn

Nikolai: Earth Pony but he owns a magic coat. He wishes that he would be a pegasus instead so that he can fly freely over the clouds together with the birds whenever he wants. He feels stuck, being bound to the earth, unable to fly. 

Fyodor: Unicorn. Sometimes he uses his magic to let Nikolai float around whenever the other feels blue or even depressed.

Sigma: Earth Pony (Pegasus would suit too but he always references to himself as an “Ordinary man” in the manga so I think him being an Earth Pony would suit the best.)

Bram: Alicorn 

Atsushi: Unicorn but he turns into an Alicorn later (He’s the MC so I gave him Twilight Sparkle treatment.)

Akutagawa: Unicorn

Poe: Pegasus (Idk why it just sits right with me.) who possesses multiple magic books which he can use himself or a Unicorn.

Ranpo: Earth Pony

Mushitarou: Unicorn

Kenji: Earth Pony but he’s extremely strong

Shibusawa: Alicorn. I am very unsure about it because him being a Unicorn would suit too but he is canonically overpowered af with multiple abilities and with being half dragon due to his ability so I think an Alicorn would suit the best. Or he is simply a real dragon. 

Higuchi: Pegasus (Don’t ask why. It suits her really well in my mind.)

Gin: Unicorn

Tachihara: Unicorn

Lucy: Pegasus

Jouno: Unicorn

Tecchou: Pegasus 

Teruko: Unicorn

Lovecraft: He would be either a Mermare or some powerful entity who lives in the sea/is connected to it and only loosely resembles a pony or looks nothing like a pony at all but who can shapeshift into looking a bit more like a normal pony (something about him will always look eerie to other ponies even tho they can’t quite grab what’s off about him.). In his pony form he would be an Earth Pony who can use magic. 

Steinbeck: Earth Pony

Louisa: Unicorn

Fitzgerald: Unicorn

Mark: Pegasus or Earth Pony

Fukuzawa: Alicorn (Leader/King of the Kingdom where the ADA characters live. Takes a Princess Celestia kind of role to Atsushi.)

Yosano: Unicorn

Mori: Alicorn (Leader/King of the Kingdom where the PM characters live. Took a Princess Celestia kind of role to Dazai when he was younger but in a twisted and manipulating kind of way before Dazai ran away to the kingdom of Fukuzawa.)

Oda: Earth Pony

Ango: Unicorn

Hirotsu: Unicorn

Kouyou: Earth Pony who is connected to a powerful being (Golden Demon)

Kyouka: Unicorn or Pegasus who is also connected to a powerful being (Demon Snow)

Q (Yumeno): Earth Pony who is connected to a magic doll. 

Verlaine: He’s an Alicorn but just like Chuuya he is one due to lab experiments on him. He was born as a pegasus.

Arthur: Unicorn

Elise: She is currently a unicorn but she can become whatever Mori wants her to be. She is currently a unicorn since Yosano and Dazai are both unicorns and she resembles both of them as children/teens.

[katzenmas]

just imagine cbf!Gaz seeing you again after ten years. Last time he saw you was when you guys finished your GCSEs. somehow you still looked the same even after all these years. the loud laugh that you barked out in the midle of the supermarket made him do a 160 degree turn.

he knew that godawful laugh, and it belonged to a snarky mean girl he knew as a kid. she was awful, always making fun of him in some way or another, showing up at his house like she owned it, eating his snacks and staying for dinner that his ma prepared. you were a nuisance at first. just some kid that moved in two houses down. then you became a thorn at his side when you caught him staring at your old my little pony dolls.

that very day, under the hot summer sun, napes sticky with sweat and lips tugged into smiles while you and Kyle played with your dolls, a beautiful friendship was born.

both of you started school, as fate would have it, you were conveniently placed as classmates. always going to and coming back from school together. never once did you grow apart. during those eleven years in school you and kyle both got new friends, different friendgroups but never lost sight of each other.

but then he joined the military. he finished his exams and got his acceptance letter into bootcamp the same day. his excited expression fell from his face when he saw how you clutched the letter he gave you a bit more tightly. your eyes looked up into his, with white molten rage simmering in your irises.

' I will be protecting you! protecting the whole country' he was screaming. nervous hands running to run his fingers through his hair, small puffs of air heaving out of kyle's chest.

' Yes by killing other people who are doing the same thing Kyle! don't you get it? you are just a body to them, you will be replaced by some other idiot kid who thinks he can be a hero' your yell tore through his room. you two have been at it for hours now. his whole room was a mess, things were thrown in the heat of the moment, some old football trophy lay broken next to a sweater of his that you threw at kyle's head.

'please, just stay' you were much quieter, your tone pleading, begging him to reconsider. ' just stay with me, be safe with me'

next morning he took his bags and left for bootcamp.

it's been ten years since that. turns out you still live in the small town you guys grew up in, or maybe you're visiting our parents? kyle's mind is running a hundred miles per hour, looking over at your form, trying to notice what had changed.

the first thing he noticed was your hair. it was no longer styled in the edgy way you liked to keep it during your rebellious teenage years. it was your natural hair color, a few strands framed your face and shook round as you laughed with your shopping partner.

the next thing he noticed were your hands. your fingers more specifically. kyle was looking each of your fingers, trying to notice even the smallest flash of metal. of a ring. he came up empty handed.

before he could choose another part of you to analyze, the loud sound of glass breaking got him to look up.

the jar of pickles you were holding slipped from your hands. your fingers were shaking, eyes trained on him, frozen in stupor. kyle saw the gears turn in your head, he could almost see the memories of your fight flashing by your eyes. your friend placed a hand on your shoulder but you ignored it, staring kyle down with a cold gaze.

a few beats of silence streched for far longer than kyle would have liked, so he broke it.

'hey there! its been years' he tried to sound casual about it but it came out a bit forced, his voice sounded like there was soemthing lodged in the back of his throat. he outstretched his arm and moved closer to you, but was left frozen mid action as you turned your back towards him and just picked another jar of pickled from the shelf in front of you.

you did not dignify him kyle with a response, hellbent on acting like he was not even standing there. you shook your head and turned to your friend, a smile graced your lips again as you pushed your trolley past Kyle, never looking at him again.

' did you know that guy?'

'i dont think so, can't remember him' kyle felt his heart shatter.

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idk where i was going with this. it was supposed to be a smutty one at first and then i was like hmmm... haven't written agnst yet. so yeah.

[yuyu1024]

I dare you

Pairings: Seonghwa × y/n

Genre/tags: enemies to lovers

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst cursing, insulting/teasing/mention of bullying, Sensual touching, making out, a little fluff? Pet name [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: respot. Check pinned post♥️

*******

Transferring schools have always been a constant thing for you. It is not by choice. Your father's job requires him to move every two to three years. So since you were young, you've always been alone and distant with everyone because why bother having friends if you're going to move again after.

It's been almost 2yrs since you to your new highschool. This is the school where you'll be graduating next year Well, that's what your father said. He requested for his company to allow you guys to stay longer so you could finish highscool here. Then for college,well... let's see.

You are the quiet type. You don't talk much unless your classmate talks to you. They are all actually nice and respectful of your bounderies. Except one. Your seatmate.

Your supposed to be seatmate, a girl, had to move seats because she was forced by Seonghwa to move. He said he wants the seat at the back and beside the window so he can sleep peacefully. What a jerk. He just suddenly decided to move just because.

You don't talk to him. Your table and his' have a gap so you could not hit his table to bother him. You do your best to avoid him. But on the other hand, he keeps pestering you. This brat always kicks your chair when he arrives every morning. He then also pulls your pony tail when he walks pass you by the hallway. Then there was an instant where you two accidentally met on the rooftop where he usually hangs out and you just wanted an alone time, he was all over you. Literally, caging you between his arms while he talks shit about why do you act like this or that. Or he hates seeing you this and that.

It is too much!

He even got to the point where casually touches you from behind when you wear your P.E uniform. Just because he likes the shape of your ass.

Other students do notices what he does to you but can't do anything since they are all afraid of him. He's from a well off and known family in town with a scary ish background so they don't want to get involved and you understand it. Besides, you just brush it off since you know he hasn't harm you physically. Yet. And you hope that all he does is teasing and nothing more.

Yes he do touches you inappropriately sometimes but, you have to admit, you kind a okay with it. Not like any malice or what but what he's doing is much more better than your previous school.

They've physically hurt you. You got bruises and scratches because of it. The mean girl there did it just because of one stupid rumor that her boyfriend have a crush on you and you talked to him. But in reality, you guys talked because the teacher asked you both to give away the test papers. That's it.

Some people just don't use their brains sometimes. It's annoyingly stupid.

However, that doesn't mean whatever Seonghwa is doing to you is right. It's just.... not extreme nor harmul.

"What are you studying?" He asks, looking at you from his seat. Chin resting on his knuckles.

"Just doing my homework for English..." you answer, after glancing at him

"Already? That's not due until next week."

"I know."

"Then...Why are you doing it?"

"Because I want to."

"Why?"

"No reason."

"Why?"

You glare at him for a second and look away. "What do you want Seonghwa?"

"Nothing..." he smiles and then proceeds to lowering his head to sleep.

***

After the last period, everyone hurries their way home. All of them have plans to go home early, some will go to the mall or the arcade to play. It's friday and it's time for them to relax. But for you, it depends on how you will think of what's about to happen

"Yah, where do you think you're going?"

Seonghwa pulls the strap of your sling bag making you go out of balance and sit back to your chair.

"Going home." You glare at him

"You know, you're the only brave one who dares to look at me like that." He chuckles

"I don't care. What the fuck you want? I want to go home."

"Not yet." He smirks, "let's wait for everyone to leave."

"Why?"

"Just... stay put." He says

You know it's dangerous to be left alone with some bul!y but what can you do? Yeah you can fight him however, he is still a dude and athletic.

"The sun is setting now... the school will be closing soon."

"I know." He stood up and slide closes the classroom's door. "I just want to get to know you."

"What the fuck are you planning? You are already harassing me every single day... now what..."

"Harassing you?" He laughs, "y/n, I haven't even touched you..." then he snaps his fingers. "Ah right... beside your cheeky ass." He laughs

You roll your eyes looking away. "About that... would you stop doing that? Please ? You know you have no right to do that..."

"Why? Is your boyfriend going to be jealous of someone appreciating your asset?"

"You are such a bul!y!"

"Then report me..." he teases

"I don't need to bother. I know even the school is afraid of your rich family. It will just ruin my last year here in this town so... I am asking you nicely..."

"You're smart.." he then looks at you from head to toe. "What you mean last year... here?"

"None of your business... I'm leaving!" You turn your back to him and about to leave

"Hold on baby girl." He pulls your bag again making you whirl back.

"The fuck!"

"I said... hold on..." then he cups your face and stares at you.

"I'm going to scream... let me go!" You try to move away but he have you wrapped

"You have a scar..."

"Huh?"

"Here..." he then poked your left cheek bone. "What happened here?"

He touches you and you felt uncomfortable. But it's a good uncomfortable. You can feel your heart slowly beating fast.

You push him away and slide your bag back over your shoulder. "If you are curious about my scar just ask... no need to touch me!"

He smiles. He find you very amusing reacting. "So what happened to that? A clumpsy accident?"

You touch your cheek and try to remember what happened. "Hmm... A book?"

"A book?" He snorts like I'm trying to be funny "do you mean you slipped and hit your face with a book your holding or what?"

You're not offended or anything about him laughing. Of course he does not know your story. So, you just explain.

"Someone hit me..." you say, making him pause. "She said my face is annoying her... so she hit me."

Slowly raising you eyes to see his reaction. You didn't say a word after that reveal. He looks stunned and confused which confuses you as well coz' he must've done that before right? If not to you, maybe to other people.

"I see..." he finally speaks after a few minutes.

Then abruptly, he grabs his things and leaves the room. You keep looking around to see if this is some sort of prank or what. He just left. Thats not what he usually does when he picks on you.

****

A few days have passed. Seonghwa is nowhere to be seen. Oddly enough this is his first time missing school. He might be lazy or always sleeping and just hangjng around, that guy never misses a day.

You now wonder, what happened to him. Did he got sicl during the weekend that's why he's been gone for three days now?

Not going to lie, you are a bit worried. However, you can't also deny that the peace is well missed.

"Have you seen the news?" One of your classmates asks everyone in the room. "A group of students from Sunny Highschool got exposed from cheating on their exams! Plus asking money to their classmates and making them do their homeworks for them."

***just a made up school name.

Everyone got curious about her story. You were nonchalant about it so you just went on reading your book. However, when your classmate mentioned the names of those found guilty of cheating and removed from their cheerleading clubs, three of them were familiar to you.

The three girls that bul!ied you from your old school. The group of girls that pushed you, hit you with a book and sometimes steal your allowance when they need a new set of make up.

Relief feels your heart. They didn't said sorry to you, yes, but a good karma or any form of karma is already enough for you. Atleast they their face is out there now. People now know what kind of humans they are.

"Are you happy now?"

All of a sudden, you feel a presence hovering over you from the back. Both his hands are pressing on your desk.

"W-wait.. wha--"

You look behind and see Seonghwa looking at you dead straight into your eyes.

"You're here?"

He snorts a small laugh, "Do I look like I'm a ghost or something?"

You shake your head. "No."

He leans in more making you squeeze down. "I asked you... are you happy now?"

"Happy... for... what....?"

He then glances up to the girls still gossiping at the other side of the room.

"You know some of them right? The ones that got exposed."

"I do..."

"So...? Are you happy?"

You didn't answer just yet. You try to analyze how you feel and if it's right to feel that way.

"Relieved and safe." You say

"Good." He stands up straight and goes down to sit on his chair. "I'm going to take a nap... wake me up when the last period ends okay?"

"What? So you came here in the afternoon just to take a nap?" You raise a brow at him

He puts his head down his forearm, facing you. "Yes... and... I'm here to see you." He smiles and then goes on to closing his eyes.

What was that? You ask yourself.

You look back to your book. Staring at that one page and never moved on.

Then you hear your heart beating out of your chest. It echoes in your whole body. It scares you as you haven't felt anything like this before.

"Don't tell... me..." you mumble to yourself. "No...." you shut your book and quietly get up from your seat.

"Where are you going?" Seonghwa opens his eyes, looking at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Toilet..." you answer not fully looking back.

You waited until he goes back to sleeping before you rush out of the room.

****

The bell rings signaling that classes are over. You sigh heavily as you close your notes and put them in your bag. You are very not in the moment since after lunch. Suddenly, you feel tense and nervous.

"Why do you look so nervous?" Seonghwa pull his chair close to yours, making you flinch. "You're scared of me all of a sudden?" He says as he yanks your ponytail off.

"Hey!" Testify, frowning

"That's more like it."

"I'm tired today... so please... not today."

"I don't care."

He then grabs you by the forearm and pull you up to stand. "You're coming with me."

"What?!?"

You try your best to get off from his grip but he's too strong for you.

He drags you with him, all through out the hall way and then up the stairs. People are looking but he doesn't care. He only stopped when you guys are both out the rooftop.

"What the hell?!" You caress your arm and glare at him like the usual.

"A thank you should be enough." He says

"What? A thank you? Why would I thank you?"

"You heard the news..."

"Huh?" Then it clicks. "What did you do?"

He smirks proudly as he closes the door. "I did what I had to."

"And what is that?"

"Don't worry baby girl... no physical harm is done. If only I can decide on it there will be.. but they said... we can't risk it."

"I'm... confused..."

He walks towards you, hands inside the pocket and cocky. "I did what I had to... no one can get away from harming my baby girl..."

"I'm not your baby girl!" You move away. "Why did you even bother doing anything for me? All of a sudden? Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? When did I hate you?"

"Are you serious? You always tease me, make my life miserable and make fun of me!"

"Miserable?" He repeats, "Really? I made... your life... misrable..." he slowly takes his steps towards you while you mimick it by stepping backwards. But then you back hits the wall. "Do you compare your days with me... to that dumb ass girl that physically hurt you?" He's voice suddenly becomes louder. It's the first time you hear him talk like that. "Do you want me... to hurt you?"

Your breathing picks up and you are terrified. You are looking directly at his face, waiting for whatever toture he will do to you.

"Answer me, baby girl..." he leans in, whispering.

"N-no..."

"And I won't." He answers, eyes glued to you. Actually his eyes are on your lips  "It never crossed my mind to hurt you... I just want to have fun with you..." his eyes then goes up to your eyes. "

"Fun? What game do you want to play? And why me?"

He laughs. His laugh came from his chest. "You know, you're not stupid but you're awefully blind..."

"Just get to the point!" You try to push him away but he fights back and pushes his body more closer. "Yah!"

He then shuts you up by kissing you on the lips. You're too stunned to fight back and too intoxicated to even say no. It is your first kiss and he is going for it. He is leading the kiss. He cups your face and then move to side to side to adjust to deepen the kiss futher more.

"Breathe..." he says as he pauses.

You're catching your breathe, looking at him. "I hate you...." you say softly making him smile

"As I imagined.. you taste so sweet." He licks his lower lip while gazing down at my lips.

You lean forward to his chest, hiding your face. "This is fucked up."

"Why? Is it because you liked it? Or is it because the one you kissed is me..."

"Both..." you push him again, this time it worked. "I'm going home..."

"Just like that...? You're leaving me?" He yells as you reach for the door.

"I need to get home!" You yell back.

"Can I go with you?" He tries to catch up with you walking down the stairs.

"And why is that?"

"Because I haven't seen you for days... and I need more time with you."

"You'll see me tomorrow. So stop following me!"

"But," he skips a few steps of the stairs and jumps in front of you, stopping you. "After that kiss... I want more..."

"No! Go home Seonghwa... please..." you try to escape him but he cornered you again. "You know I will not stop until you say yes... plus you know you want the same thing as I do. The way you kiss me back...is seductive." He tries to lean for a kiss again but you move your head away.

"People might see us here."

"I know... you ran out here... we are free to do whatever we want in the rooftop... I don't know why you are running away from me."

"I'm not! I just... I need to get home." You pout, "My cat... I need to feed my cat."

"Cat?"

"Yeah...my cat... I need to get home... to feed him..."

Seonghwa starts to laugh again. Its louder this time and his eyes is smiling too. It's a new expression you see from him.

"Fine. Go home."

"Thank you..."

"But I'm coming with you."

"What?!?"

"I need to see that cat if it's real... or you're just making it as an excuse so we can't make out."

"Seriously??" You sound frustrated.

***

You gave up on trying to fight him back. You tried. You really fucking tried but Seonghwa is hard headed and a person who does not know how to give up.

This is weird having him to come home with you. Your supposedly mean classmate that always gives you a hard time. Now, he is with you entering your empty house.

Empty. House. No one is around as per usual.

The reason why even when you went home with bleeding face or a bruised arm or legs, no one ever said anything because no one is present. They are all busy in their own lives.

Your father is always on site in his work. The most you see him is when you guys move houses. Then your mother, well, she's suffering same as you. Having no one really close and adjusting every town you go to. But her adjustment is different.

She met a guy a few years back. You caught them exchanging looks one time when your mother invited him for lunch to thank him for helping her with the house work. You were young back then but you knew what those look meant. Those were the looks your father and mother had before.

"No one is at home?" Seonghwa asks as both of you got into the living room.

"They are both away." You go down on your knees and call out your cat.

"Your place is super clean... and..." he then watches you feed the cat and sort out his toys. "The cat is real."

"Are you satisfied now? You saw my woosan?"

"Woosan? His name is woosan?"

You nod.

"I see..." he squats down and calls woosan to come over to him.  "He's sassy... ignoring me."

"He does not like guys I don't like." You spat out before leaving him in the living room to go to the kitchen. "Aren't you going to leave?"

"No..." he stands up and follows you. "I can accompany you... this place seems..."

"Lonely?" You finish his sentence. "It is... I rarely have anyone with me here..."

He then looks at you with concern. "Are you lonely?"

His question strikes straight to your heart.

You are alone in school. Yes you have friends there but they don't know you well enough coz you don't allow them too. Because you know if you move again, you will lost communication with like the usual.

Then at home, basically, you grow up with a broken family and it sucks that its only you that is hurting. Your father have no idea. All he do is work while your mother...

"Are you?" Seonghwa asks again to make you look at him.

And now, this person. Who you consider as a bul!y is the only person that ever asked you about your feelings and even made an effort to get to know you.

"I am... I guess..."

"Do you want to be happy?"

"I guess so..."

He then takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. "Can I try...?"

"Shut up!" You snatch your hand and turn around to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

But before you could even open the fridge, Seonghwa already hugged you from behind. You squeal with surprise and then gasp as you feel his hand in your torso, skimming in underneath your top.

"S-seonghwa!"

He grabs you by the waist and whirls you around to face him. "Just give me a chance... to fill up the loneliness your feeling..." he lowers his head and begins to kiss you on your neck. "Stop fighting back y/n..." he holds both your hands up against the fridge. "I know you want it too..."

"But..."

"But what...?"

You look down, embarassed. "I... don't know... I haven't.... well..."

He let's you go. "Baby girl... are you telling me... you haven't had... any..."

"No. Never. Why? Are you going to tease me about it too?"

The way he smiles contain pure joy and amusement. "I never thought... that the feisty girl that have the nerve to push me around, yell and roll her eyes at me... can be this cute."

"Cute? You're calling me cute?!?"

"Yes!"

You squeal in surprise as Seonghwa picks you up, legs spread and puts you on top of the island counter top. No words were exchanged again after that. He began kissing you and never stopped even to give you a chance to breathe.

You don't know why all of a sudden you just gave uo and gave in. Your arms are so comfortably wrapped around his neck while your legs hugs his waist. Its like a puzzle piece that had been connected.

His hands are all over your back. From time to time he lightly tags your hair for you to let him have access on your neck before going back to kissing and tongue twisitng.

"Baby girl..." Seonghwa calls you smiling, running his thumb over your red and plump lower lip. "I'm guessing you don't have any condoms here with you?"

"No... why...?"

"Baby, I'm hard as fuck just from kissing you... If you don't have a condom... we can't have sex..."

"Why not?"

"It's not safe..."

"Oh."

"If you agree on having sex with me... I want it to be safe..."

"Why?"

"What do you mean by why?"

"Is it because... you fuck other girls too? You don't want to risk it with me? Well... if I agree... to... have... yeah..."

He laughs at you. "You see me everyday... did you ever saw any girl hang out with me?"

"No..."

"Then... no... I don't fuck girls."

"But when you go home... I don't... know..."

"Aw, baby girl... are you getting jealous already? We haven't even establish our relationship..." he teases

You punch him on his chest. "Fuck you!"

"Yes.... fuck me... I want you to fuck me... but we can't yet... but... speaking of..."

"What?" You're a bit annoyed now

"Should we make things between us official?"

"Official what? Fuck buddies?"

"Heck no! I meant... us... to date... me, to be your man..."

"You want to date me?"

"I just said it... right?"

"Why? Is it because you pity me? Or because you want to take my virginity?"

"Y/n... don't overthink things... I want you. That's it."

"But..."

"Stop with the but and or and whatever!" Seonghwa places his hand on your thigh and slowly slides it up and down until it got the momentum to reach the underneath of your skirt. "Just give it a try... talk to me... get to know me...give me a chance... and you'll not regret it..." he smirks, "I dare you..."

[zachsucr]

WOOO THE FIRST ONE IS HERE!!!

Funny enough, but my first ever drawing based on Confinium was with Navigator and not the Pilot (who still is my favourite to this day ABSOLUTELY ISN'T OBVIOUS YEAH). So, this Navi drawing was made in the summer of 2018 in my first sketchbook. Damn, I was 15 at the time...

I loved every character in the game, but Pilot resonated with me more than anyone else. Maybe his character is just something that is closer to me personally. So, I liked Pilot so much that I made a felted toy after him. It's still one of my favourites (I also have felted Zacharie and Bad Batter's head, but I consider them ancient at this point, and they look like they have seen some shit) and I brought it with me to the Black Sea one time. Me and my family traveled there by the car, 3 000 km to the sea and then 3 000 km back to my hometown, so that lil' guy have seen a bunch of russian cities and beautiful landscapes on our way B)

I also made some of my drawings in not so pleasant periods of my life (specifically the two last ones). I guess I got some sense of relief from drawing certain scenes from the game, trying to put my feelings in the atmosphere of those pieces.

I still come back to the game from time to time. The first time I played Confinium was in 2018, but only a year ago I found this "Bendy and the Ink Machine" song reference when you make Pilot observe the sheeps for a couple of times. That's actually what I really like about the original OFF itself and It's fangames. You can come back to the game and still manage to find something new for yourself each time you visit it.

By the way, Penta (my fav OFF OC) was originally made to be a Confinium OC, BUT THEN SOMETHING WENT HORRIBLY WRONG and now he's a character of his own story, which I want to make real someday hopefully.

And for the last, I also still have some old cosplays on Pilot and Omni in Pony Town eheheh

So that concludes my expirience with the game and it's characters, I guess. Thank you Xin for making this amazing game. Even if it's not completed, It still brings joy and happy memories to me and a lot of people who played it. Thank you for leaving a print on my teenage years. When you ever feel down, I hope that you will remember that there are people from all around the globe that appreciate you and the things you do. You matter.

(If anyone wants to do something similar to this post, you're more than welcome! No need for tagging or anything, just make your fav creators feel appreciated by telling your own stories and some nice words to them!)

[ratinayellowbandana]

For the prompt thing if you’re still up for it: hoodie

Happy writing!!

please pretend I'm not answering this ask from september in december. I hope this is worth the wait. it might be the fluffiest thing I've written in years.

word count: ~1.5k

also on ao3

Imogen hadn’t expected to be at the barn so long. She was meant to be home two and a half hours ago, and the twist of guilt in her stomach is difficult to ignore. That and the pangs of a skipped dinner provide an altogether dreadful end to a dreadful day. 

The weather suddenly turned brisk after an unseasonable warm spell, and Imogen’s fingers are cold-bitten. The horses, most of whom she finds to be altogether well-behaved, were getting on her last nerve. Barring Leonard, naturally, who is always a bit spicer than the rest. The cranky old gelding is never really one for people. Imogen can’t blame him, either. The chill irritates his joints, though, and there’s only so much his grain supplements can do.

Imogen steered clear of him as best she could, leaving his care to one of the other stablehands.

The barn was busy today, flooded with children on school holiday and parents desperately needing them to get out of the house to burn off some energy. Let the sugar-fueled kids loose on someone else’s property and let someone else parent them for a while. Unfortunately, it made Imogen’s life harder each time she had to remind an ebullient child not to run around the horses while the parents chatted by the barn door, unwilling to dirty stroller wheels and designer slippers.

Imogen loves her job; she really does. She’s a barn manager at a property a few miles outside the nearest city. Far enough away that she can pretend she’s back home in Gelvaan and close enough to commute from her apartment. It’s a lesson barn offering day camps, event hosting, and boarding. It even has a small pond and arboretum that they decorate for the holidays. The evergreen branches fill with twinkling lights, and the sculpture garden is adorned with festive additions. 

Their walking path through the holiday decor attracts a decent crowd in the wintertime, and they get a relatively steady stream of tour groups. Imogen loves being able to teach the children about animal welfare. The looks on their round, city-raised faces as she leads a thousand-pound animal from its stall is priceless. Especially the little ones who look between her and Flora, her most unbothered mare, with awe and reverence. Those are Imogen’s favorites, the ones who want to be here so badly they would burst–Do you want to pet her nose?–if it wouldn’t frighten the animals.

She doesn’t even mind the toddlers who take fistfuls of mane in pudgy hands and squeal with joy–Yeah, honey, the horse does say ‘neigh!’–though she pleasantly reminds them to use their gentle hands. 

It’s the families who expect the world to bend to their every whim that have Imogen feeling just a bit murderous during what should be a joyous time of year. But those are the families who will pay by the hour for private lessons and board the ponies their children will visit once a month. They’re Master Faramore’s ideal clientele, which means they pay Imogen’s salary. So Imogen plays nice. 

She was supposed to have a relatively easy day, but one of her staff members called in sick, and another conveniently forgot to mention he would be out of town, so Imogen was left to pick up the slack. Normally, she wouldn’t really mind–these things happen, and she likes working with the horses, anyway–but with two days until their biggest publicity event of the year, she is being pulled in five directions at once. 

The Winter’s Crest Parade is huge for the stable. A few years back, Imogen finally convinced Faramore to let her test an initiative to fund riding lessons for kids who couldn’t afford them. A thing like that would’ve changed Imogen’s life growing up, and after months of begging and promising, no, it really wouldn’t cost him anything if they fundraised, Faramore agreed. The parade was a valuable opportunity to highlight the beneficiaries and promote the program. The stable trailered the most bomb-proof horses into the city along with the old red and white barouche and walked between the high school marching bands and scout troupes, waving at the crowd. 

The event attracted nearly forty thousand tourists last winter, and Imogen hopes this year will be the same. Preparation was well in hand. They’d pulled the cart out of the storage barn and cleaned it up last week. Today was supposed to be all-hands-on-deck oiling all of the tack.

Every time Imogen settled in with her sponge and her hair tied back, something came up. 

A haggard parent of a, in Imogen’s opinion, bratty ten-year-old attempting to lecture her about which pony her daughter wanted to ride for her lesson–

We assign the lesson horses based on skill level, ma’am–

The influx of visitors wandering the property– Please don’t climb the trees!

And the restless horses– Leonard! Don’t you dare bite at–

Imogen was bone-weary by the time the barn closed to the public, and the remaining staff went home for the night. She couldn’t bring herself to ask them to stay late so close to Winter’s Crest, and with the warning signs of a headache brewing on the horizon, isolating herself was doing everyone a favor, really. 

Her feet dragged her across the concrete floor and into the tack room, where she flopped onto a pile of saddle pads. She indulged seven minutes of self-pity and pre-grieving for the ache in her back before picking up her oil and cloth to condition the leather harness straps. Just one more, she promised herself a half dozen times until her fingers grew stiff, and she finally registered the time.

Which is how she finds herself climbing the narrow staircase to the apartment she shares with Laudna two and a half hours after she was due back. Laudna, from whom she had three missed texts when she finally remembered to check her phone.

Today, 6:08pm: Will you be home soon? I’ll start on supper, so it’ll be warm when you arrive.

Today, 6:54pm: I hope you don’t mind I ate without you. I wasn’t sure when you would be back. There’s a bowl keeping warm for you in the oven. [IMG_2136.JPG]

Today, 7:26pm: I hope everything’s all right. Let me know when you’re on the way?

Imogen responded immediately, lips tight with the guilt of making Laudna worry. 

Today, 8:32pm: Shit. I’m so sorry, Laud. Got caught up in work and didn’t notice the time. Be home soon.

She fumbles the key in the lock and winces at the noise in the quiet hallway. She removes her muddy work boots and leaves them on the shoe mat, careful not to dirty Laudna’s preferred pair of black flats. Pushing the door open, Imogen is greeted by the clean, piney smell of the candles Laudna likes to light in the evenings. Says it makes her feel like she’s out under the stars, even in the city. Imogen’s stomach growls at the lingering scent of whatever Laudna cooked wafting from the kitchen.

She can hear soft music playing from the living room. Setting her keys in the bowl in the entryway, she pads down the corridor until she can see the couch. A record spins on the vintage gramophone Laudna had found at an estate sale. Her face had lit up, and she talked the appraiser’s ear off until he’d given it to her at a substantial discount. Imogen had watched the encounter with pride and no small measure of adoration. 

Laudna is curled on the sofa, a novel fallen to the side. Perpetually chilly, she is bundled beneath two blankets and, Imogen notes with a fond smile, Imogen’s hoodie. The pale blue hood is drawn up to warm her ears. Her head is quirked at an awkward angle against the headrest, and Imogen knows she’ll have to move to the bed before long unless she wants to wake up sore. Laudna’s breath comes in slow puffs, sending a few loose strands of hair fluttering across her closed eyes. A mug of tea cools on the coffee table. 

Imogen steps closer and crouches near her head, careful not to startle her. 

“Hey,” she says softly, brushing strings of black and gray from Laudna’s sleep-smoothed face. Laudna stirs. “Im’gen?”

“It’s me. ‘M so sorry I’m so late; I got stuck at the barn.”

Laudna hums. “Did you eat?”

“Not yet.”

Laudna’s brow furrows. “Imogen,” she scolds halfheartedly, voice still hushed and creaky with sleep, “There’s food in the oven.” 

“Thank you, darlin’.” Imogen presses a kiss to Laudna’s forehead and cherishes the way her nose scrunches as she burrows deeper into her blankets. 

“Join me when you’re done?”

“I’d love nothing more.” 

[the-lady-writes-what]

KINKTOBER 2023

Y'all remember that poll I made last month? This is for the winner of that poll: Shouta Aizawa

Dark/Medieval-ish Fantasy AU

Vampire AU. Also, he's a highwayman (robber who hung out on the roads and stole from travelers) cuz I want to

Also, also, thanks to pop culture osmosis, I have consumed a little too much Baldur's Gate III content for somebody who hasn't played the game...yet, so there's a little inspiration from Astarion throw in there. As a treat

Content: knife play, blood drinking (duh), biting (again, duh), praise, oral (giving), use of "good girl", cum play, cowgirl, missionary, "kidnapping" (except not really)

FYI, long post (sorry)

*Cutpurse: thief or pickpocket

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

The closing of summer and the beginning of the end of another yet started with drizzle. It was a cold, gray morn on the eve before All Hallows. And you, the local tavern wench, have to work into the wee hours of the morning before getting up the next day to do it all over again. You gathered coins from the bar and stuffed them into your apron. Beer flowing from the caskets they were drawn from into deep mugs. It took all of your will power not to spit into the drink of the man who made it an unhappy habit for you to squeeze your ass when you passed. Over the last several months, you learned how to dodge his sweaty, grubby hands. It took a lot less effort when he eventually, inevitably got so drunk he couldn't even recognize his own hand if he held it in front of his face.

You carried a tray of ale to the table waiting across the tavern while the bard hired for the evening played a dull tune on his lute. You walked to the table without incident, but left without a tip. You smiled but the moment your back was turned, your face turned sour like you just swallowed a lemon. 'Oh, you should be so lucky to have a job and not starve to death' or 'Be grateful' were words you heard time and time again. They were usually spoken by folks who had more coin than you did. You scrounged and saved every copper to get yourself out of this one-pony town to find better employment. A governess for the child of rich lord or a seamstress's apprentice? Anything would be better than dodging meaty paws and washing beers stains out of your aprons every other night. Reeking of ale and pipe smoke when one comes home from work was not the ideal lifestyle, certainly not yours.

As you crossed back over to the bar, you heard the local gossip. A few months ago, the hottest gossip was about the local cleric's daughter getting entangled with a cutpurse*. As of late, the news was not so bawdy.

"Drained of blood they say. Not a drop left in the horse..." Whispered one patron, not wanting to frighten the others.

"I heard that all the goats and chickens died over three weeks in the village two miles east of here," said another.

"The Dark Hand was spotted in that area about that time. Pinched a pearl choker from the duchess and left her stranded. Stole BOTH her horses from her carriage. Knocked the driver unconscious. Nobody thought the fellow would live."

The Dark Hand was a name growing more popular each night. He was much more entertaining than listening to hearing tales of bloodletting and dead goats. Nobody saw his face or knew his name. He wore a mask and cloak. Who knows who gave him the moniker, the Dark Hand, but the name stuck. The highwayman lurked on moonless nights on the highways and byways and forested roads for victims to steal from. The strange thing was that he left most of his victims alive, save for one or two foolish men who did not expect a thief to be so adept at fencing. However, he almost always stole the horse, presumably to buy him time and evade authorities.

"What you think the Dark Hand is bleeding goats and chickens when he's not stealing horses?" A patron laughed.

"I'm just sayin' it's an odd coincidence that the animals died, all drained of blood, and that's the last spot the Dark Hand was seen..."

The patron's voice faded and melted into the crowd as you walked away. You returned to the bar and washed mugs in between serving drinks. When you finally had the time, you dumped the coins that weighed your apron down into the large iron box hidden inside the bar counter.

Each passing hour slugged by. Drunkards were carried home by their comrades while others slinked off to their cots and carriages. One by one, two by two, and three by three, they stumbled, lurched, and fumbled their way out the door. The tavern became quiet like a grave as all the souls left to wander the night. With a rag, you cleaned the bar counter to the best of your abilities, but there was no removing the stains and the smells without a little bit of magic which you did not possess. The tavern keeper, the owner, sauntered downstairs from his chambers on the floor above. He played little part in the goings-on of the business he owned, choosing to coop himself up and day-drink and gamble and doddle with a prostitute. Your boss only ventured downstairs when the tavern was emptied and there was no work for him to do besides count the box's contents and pay you.

While he counted the money, you busied yourself with picking up after the patrons. You grabbed forgotten and discarded mugs from every surface. Many patrons dropped their mugs and never picked them off the floor, much to your displeasure. From the corner of your eye, you spotted the bard looking sadly into his tin cup. He packed his things and left without a goodbye. Only until you had an armload of mugs did your employer look up. He curled his finger, bidding you to come to the bar. You dumped your load into the enormous sink of dirty dishwater. When you turned to the bar, the tavern keeper gave you ten copper and a silver. You glanced at the pile of coins he began stashing into a bag.

"Where's the rest of it?" You asked.

"The rest of what?" He cinched the leather bag closed.

"My money? This can't be all that I've earned today. I've been here since noon."

"You dropped a customer's drink this afternoon. I took it outta your pay," said he.

Your jaw dropped. A single wasn't equivalent to half your pay for working ten hours. Your brows furrowed into an angry V-shape.

"I can take the silver away. I could take the copper and leave you with nothin'. Take your pay and go home. I'm tired."

"Tired? You've set foot downstairs twice all day, including right now! I spilled one drink. ONE. I'm doing the job of five people, and you're cutting my pay in half because of one drink? You weren't even here to see it. How could you have possibly known that happened?"

"I got sources." He got up close and personal. Too close and too personal. You could smell his fetid breath. "And I suggest ya keep your pretty mouth shut, missy. I can replace ya like that." He snapped his fingers.

"And where do you think that'll leave you? I'm the only one who's stuck around for longer than a few weeks. You don't even a cook anymore. Who's going to pour drinks? Who's going to wipe up the bar and tables? Who's going to mop the floors or tidy up the rooms? I need you far less than you think I do."

"Tell me where'd you go then? Hm? Take up a job at the fish market? Peddle some flowers? You got looks, I'll be honest. You could make more on your back," said he.

You grabbed your money from the bar and struck him. He was stunned for just a second. His cheek bore a red mark the size and shape of your hand. You scurried away before he could get within reach of you. The tavern keep had always been slow. You could outrun him with relative ease. You turned your head back at the last moment as you stepped onto the tavern's thresh hold.

"Don't expect me to be here tomorrow night, bastard!" You shouted.

In the whirl of emotions, you'd forgotten your one and only cloak. Oh well. You can buy a cheap one at the market. A wool blanket would do in a pinch if necessary. However, with winter fast approaching, you didn't have much time to think about those things. You needed to stay warm if this winter was going to be same as last years, cold, frozen, and wet.

You trekked alone in the dark. You tucked your fistful of coins into your apron with no other place to stash your money. Looking at you, a tavern wench without a purse or cloak, you weren't a thief's target. The wind blew at the back of your neck, causing the hair to stand on end. Candles flickered in windows until they were snuffed out. The cobblestone streets before and behind you were dark. Still, you needed to get home. Your feet and legs ached and you needed to be up in the morning to find a new job.

Alone with nothing but your arms to keep you warm, you pushed further along. Even late at night, you knew the path well enough to not even need a lantern, though having one might bring more comfort. You hugged yourself to stave off the cold, but your fingers grew numb from the biting night wind. You rushed down the cobbles in the hopes of getting home sooner where you could at least get a fire going and sleep near the hearth.

The words of the tavern patron's kept you distracted. All that talk of highwaymen and animals bled to death kept you on your toes. You looked behind you and paused to look before passing every alley. You peeked inside but found only piles of rubbish. You crossed the bleak alley.

You were so close to home now. Just a little further and you could lock yourself indoors until sunrise.

Your little hut appeared in the midst of others. The sign above the blacksmith's swung above his door. You sprinted forward, safety and warmth so very close at hand. You were going to kiss the door before you unlocked it. Your hand seized the key from around your neck and slipped it off. You carried it in your fist as you made a beeline for your hovel's door.

You did not see the outstretched hand in the alley. Your eyes were too focused on your front door. You screamed as the hand captured your arm as you walked past the dark alley by your house. A hand clapped over your mouth before the sound could alert your neighbors. A strong arm wrapped around your middle and dragged you deep into the alley. You kicked and thrashed. All your efforts did was make your captor squeeze harder. You gasped for air as you were pressed against them.

In a flash, your back hit the nearest wall. The icy-cold sting of a knife pricked at your neck. A quick glance down made your worse fear come true. Glinting in the moonlight was a knife to your throat. You looked up. Half of their face was covered in a black mask. Red eyes glared out of the holes made for the eyes. Now that you could see the features, your captor was distinctly male. The shape of him gave it away, broad shoulders, thick neck, and stubble growing beneath his mask. He wore all black. Tight in his leather gloved fist was the glinting sharp knife whose point aimed for your artery.

"Do not scream again, do you understand? If you scream or call for help, I will slit your throat. Nod if you understand me."

The timber of his voice made you shiver. You had to admit it, the sound of it made a low fire start to burn in your lower belly. You nodded.

"Good girl." The man did not lower the knife. "Where do you live?"

"T-The house over there. I was...I was just heading home. Please don't kill me. I have nothing you can steal that's worth any value."

"I know you don't, but you do have something I want. Daybreak is coming and if you allow me to hide in your cellar, no harm will come to you."

"I-I have no cellar." You lied. There was one, but you weren't about to let a man who held a knife to your throat into your house.

The tip of his knife dug into your flesh. Blood rushed to the surface from the pinprick the knife made. You whimpered as the knife dug in.

"I can smell a lie. This will all be over if you open your cellar to me. I'll be gone by sunrise anyway. I don't want to slit the throat of a pretty girl, so don't make me do it," said he.

The knife, the black clothes, the red eyes. All these things you heard before. These were the descriptions of the Dark Hand. You shivered as you took his visage in. In spite of the mask, from what you could see of his face was quite handsome.

"Alright, alright. Y-You can hide in my cellar. I don't want any trouble," you said.

"Good." He withdrew the knife. The man stepped back and gestured for you to show the way.

Your legs trembled beneath your skirts. You led the man to your house only two dozen steps away. The key in your fist turned the lock, opening the door for the both of you. Perhaps in hindsight, you could have ran inside and locked the door before he could follow behind, but for whatever reason, you didn't. The man trailed after you into your hut. One space held your kitchen, dining room, and bedroom. There was a rocking chair by the fire and a loft for storage. A chair held your washing basin and your privy was the outhouse behind the hut. The stairs to the cellar were behind a door in the corner.

The man let you lock the door behind him. You lit a candle. You stepped towards the cellar's entrance. The man moved in the corner of your eye, not to follow you, but towards the fireplace. You turned to watch him creep in the dark as if he's lived here all his life and knew where everything was. You watched him sweep ash from the hearth and stack new logs. He threw a burning phosphorus match into the fireplace and soon it crackled. The man stoked the fire until it he was assured that his absence would not cause it to snuff itself out.

"T-Thank you." It felt odd to show gratitude towards the man who held you at knife point and threatened to kill you if you didn't let him inside your house. It was equally strange for him to go out of his way to warm your hut with a new fire. He wouldn't have been able to use it to his benefit if he was hiding in the cellar.

"A little gift for your cooperation," said he.

In the glow of the fire, you saw him better. Mud-covered boots and a heavy cloak stood before the fire. His whole frame was draped in black. Even his hair was the color of coal. The pale color of his skin stood out the most against all of the darkness he wore like a hat.

"I...I know who you are." You managed to say. Your tongue cleaved to the roof of your mouth.

"Then you should know better than speak a word to anyone."

You walked a bit closer. The man did not move. Where did all this daring come from? You crept a little closer towards him. The Dark Hand's eyes followed your every step. Each time you flinched, you captured the detail in his mind. You stared at him just as he stared at you.

"You're much more handsome than the stories say," you said.

"There's a lot that the stories don't tell."

"Are you on the run?" You asked.

"Almost caught. But I will be out of your hair next sunset. Don't bother locking the cellar door and alerting the authorities by the way. I have my ways of escaping, and then the next time we meet you won't be so fortunate."

"The cellar door doesn't lock anyway. It's been busted since I moved in."

"Awfully dangerous thing to say to a stranger," said the Dark Hand.

"Awfully dangerous thing to do to let a man who had a knife to my throat stay in my house," you said.

"Are you going to stand there all evening or show me the way?"

You gestured your head towards the back door. "I trust you can see. The cellar is just beyond the door. Watch your step. The last stair is broken."

"You should sleep," said the Dark Hand.

"With a highwayman in my cellar? I don't think so. I wouldn't be able to sleep if I tried with you down there."

The Dark Hand narrowed his eyes at you. He scrutinized your face before shaking his head.

"Your dark circles are worse than mine."

"May I see?"

His indifferent eyes turned into a glare.

"Can't blame me for being curious."

"You know what they say about curiosity."

"Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back," you said.

"Oh really?"

The Dark Hand turned and flashed fangs. Not blunt human teeth. Fangs.

You gasped and stepped away from him only for the Dark Hand to saunter over to you.

"You're a vampire. T-That explains all those dead goats," you said dumbly.

"I got a little carried away." He reached up and took off his mask. "This mask is pointless now I suppose."

You stared at his face. He was handsome, but there was plenty to mar him. A scar under his right eye, dark shadows, and a thin red ring surrounding both eyes made him look sullen. If you saw him in broad daylight, you would swear he was just another haggard traveler.

"Wait, wait, before you decide to drain me, let me give you a counteroffer!"

He stopped to your surprise.

"A counteroffer?"

"You...You need a place to hide for now, right? You must also need fresh blood to survive. I can provide both and maybe more if when you leave this town, and I know you will,...take me with you."

Your heart hammered. It felt like your rib cage rattled with every thump and throb of your heart pumping blood. You felt your pulse quicken in your throat.

"You...You want to come with me? As what a servant?"

"Literally anything would be better than staying in this place. Look at all this! Do you think I'm spoiled here? I just quit my bloody job at the tavern. I want to leave this place and never look back. You need somewhere to hide and get a meal once in a while. So...So before you decide on killing me to guarantee silence, think about my offer. Please?"

The Dark Hand looked around your hut.

"It is a bit cramped and squalid. It's a wonder you have a cellar at all."

He closed the rest of the gap between you. His gloved hand cupped your chin and tilted your head. His blood-colored eyes scanned your face.

"Up close, you are easy on the eyes. I could always use an extra pair of human hands to help me in the daylight. Very well, clever human. You get to live another day."

"Do you...Do you need to feed now? Is that why your eyes are red?" You asked.

"And where do you expect to find an animal I can feed from at this time of night?"

"Animal? You don't feed from..."

"Humans? Not for the last half century. Are you offering yourself?"

"Yes."

The word burst out of your mouth without you bidding. You stared at his rugged yet handsome face. He was not the image of a perfect, well-groomed, posh vampire, but he was all the more attractive because of it. The Dark Hand stared back.

"Eager?" He quirked a dark brow.

"P-Perhaps..."

The Dark Hand leaned his head towards you. He inhaled sharply the smell of your skin from the crook of your neck. You felt his cold breath ghost across your flesh as he sighed.

"Very tempting. I can smell your excitement. I feel your blood racing to the surface, calling to me. And you have such a delicate, pretty neck. I almost hate to ruin it," said he.

"You can smell that?" You gasped.

"Yes. I also smelled the hint of arousal when I had my knife to your throat. Do you like dangerous men? If I put my hand under your skirts, will your cunt be soaking wet for me?"

"You go too far, sir!"

"Sir?" He laughed. "Nobody's called me that in a long time."

"Oh? What else have you been called?"

"Shouta," the Dark Hand Answered.

"Shouta." You tested the name on your lips.

"It's been a very long time since I last felt the touch of a person who wasn't trying to jab a stake through my chest. And judging by how fast your heart is pounding, it's been a while for you too. Shall we remedy that?"

"Please!" You whined.

Your fate was sealed when the Dark Hand Shouta sealed his lips on yours. You unfastened his cloak. It fell away and your hands were free to wander his chest and shoulders. Muscles rippled through the shirt his wore. Likewise, Shouta untied your apron. However, he was too impatient to unlace your bodice. He produced the knife from his belt and slit the ties from top to bottom. You protested but the words fell on deaf ears. His hands cut the ties to your skirt too.

"I'll buy you more." He husked against your neck.

You shivered in just your shift. Shouta kissed your cheek. His lips trailed down your throat and down to your collar bone. He pressed his lips to the top of your breast. You squealed with no small amount of delight mixed with surprise when he hefted you unto his shoulder. Shouta carried you off to the straw-filled bed. Shouta saddled himself to straddle your hips. He slowly, oh-so-slowly, removed his belt. He plucked a small leather satchel that had been hanging on his hip. Before tossing the purse away, Shouta produced a necklace of pearls.

"Are those...the duchess's pearls?" You asked. What was he going to do with those?

"Didn't fight to keep them either." Shouta closed the necklace around your throat. "They look better on you anyway."

He kissed you again, this time with more passion. Shouta let you tug at his shirt until it came loose from his doe skin breeches. He broke from the kiss only to take off his shirt and throw it somewhere in the dark. By the firelight, you marveled at his marble torso, pale and sturdy. His body was scarred. All of them old, weaving a tale of fights and battles long before he became one of the undead.

You reached down to touch him down there. You stroked his cock through his leather breeches. Shouta let out a hiss through his teeth.

"Don't fucking tease me, woman."

"Do you trust me?" You asked.

"That should be your question."

You rolled your eyes. "Just lie down for me, alright?"

Shouta kicked off his boots. He rolled over on your bed. You fiddled with the hem of his breeches before slowly pulling them down. Inch by inch. Shouta lifted his hips to help you tug them off. His cock didn't spring to life right away. You didn't expect him to since he was...you know, vampire. He twitched and then you touched him. Your hand felt so warm against his skin. You stroked his cock, slowly warming him up, in more ways than one.

You slid down his body and settled between his legs. Your tongue swept along the shaft of him. You enjoyed the slow hiss that came out of him as you did so. You teased him some more, reveling in the sounds he made before wrapping your lips around the tip. You sucked and drew him deeper into your mouth. Shouta let your head bob up and down and stroke what you couldn't fit. His body relaxed under the sensations you were providing. Shouta cradled the back of your neck.

"Fuck...Where'd you learn to do that?"

You brought him to completion and swallowed the tide of cum down your throat. You missed a droplet of cum on the corner of your lips when you released him. Shouta swiped it up with his finger and put it inside your mouth. You licked his finger clean before straddling him.

Shouta sat up and seated his cock deep within you. He kissed your cheek, making his way to your neck. His lips lingered right above your pulse point. His arms felt like timbers as he wrapped them around your waist. He held you tight as he fangs sank into your flesh.

You gasped, of course. It was not the awful maw of a beast or the deadly bite of a viper. A vampire's kiss stung all the same. It was like two icy pinpricks stabbing your neck. You felt Shouta draw the blood from your veins. A little bit of your essence flowed in him.

His cock buried to the hilt twitched. The flaccid member grew hard as Shouta sucked your blood. Pulsing life and activity returned. Soon, he was thrusting up into. Shouta pulled away from your neck. His cool tongue lapped up the drops of blood from the little puncture wounds. You felt a tingle and the puncture marks healed themselves. You touched your neck in amazement.

"What?"

"We can't have you walking around with a sign that says 'A vampire was here,' can we?" Said Shouta.

You looped your arms around his neck. You moved your hips in time with his. An ache, a need, started to fill you. You thrust your hips back at him, faster, going faster. Your tiny hut reverberated with the sounds of you fucking. It had been so long, too long. Shouta filled you up, stretched you, and played with that bundle of nerves between your legs that every other man ignored. His fingers were rough to the touch but oh-so gentle when he played with you. You kissed and you tasted your own blood on his lips.

Your wetness spread everywhere. All over your thighs and his. Shouta's face scrunched up like a hungry animal. In a flash, he had you on your back. He pushed your legs onto his shoulders as he rammed harder into your soaking cunt. His thrusts turned bestial. He was a demon of lust taking his fill of you. Silver fangs glimmered in the red-orange light of the fireplace. Shouta licked his fangs before sinking them into your breasts. He drew blood there though not enough to drain you. He bit to taste more of your flesh and blood. As his craving grew stronger, so did his fucking you.

The bed frame creaked and moaned. It threatened to break asunder beneath your bodies. Shouta fucked you into the mattress so hard that he ripped the seams. Straw spilled out the sides of your shitty mattress.

You try to reach for Shouta, touch him, drag your nails down his back. You manage to get a hold of his arms. His hard muscles twitched under your touch. Your blunt nails scratch him as he pounded into you.

"You're getting tighter." Shouta growled. "You're so close, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Then come. Come for me."

Shouta's eyes bore into yours. He folded your body into a mating press. His thrusts grew more erratic, desperate for release. He played with your clit faster. Your legs stretched on his shoulders, spreading out and wide. Shouta kissed you on the mouth to stifle the scream that would have woken your neighbors if they heard. You moaned into the kiss as the base of your spine tingled and exploded with pleasureful fireworks. Shouta followed behind. He buried himself deep. Rather than warmth growing in your belly, there was...nothing. Not cold or hot, just nothing. You certainly felt his cum paint your insides. Felt it seep out of you but there was no warmth, no life.

Shouta pulled away. He withdrew his cock slowly. You lay on the bed limp as a rag doll. Perhaps he played with you too rough. Shouta shoved on his breeches and walked barefoot to the other side of the hut. He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it in the tepid water in the washbasin sitting on the chair. When he returned, Shouta cleaned you up.

"You shouldn't worry. As a vampire, you won't get pregnant from this. My cum is....not viable." Shouta explained.

"Good to know," you said.

A certain tavern owner marched down the lane. He headed for a hovel a few blocks away from his business. He never thought the uppity woman would hold true to her word. Crickets chirped, owls hooted, and stars shined. Customers lined up at his tavern, but there was no one to cook the food, stoke the fires, or pour beers. He passed the blacksmith's house, the kiln cold as death.

He pounded on the woman's door. He shouted and raved in the street. Even when the neighbors poked their heads out to complain of him, he would not quit. He banged his fist on the door.

All the windows of the hut were cold and dark. Not even a candle sputtered. The tavern keep yanked on the door handle. The door opened.

It did not occur to him that entering looked more suspicious than waiting and banging on the door. The door swung open like an invitation. How could he not go in? The tavern keep crossed the threshold.

Shadows were cast all around the hut. From what he could discern, the place was left in disarray. Furniture turned over, boxes and baskets emptied and then discarded, and bed sheets torn to shreds. He checked the fireplace. Cold as ice. Nobody's touched it in hours. The candles were much the same. He lit a lantern and checked the cellar. Nothing but cobwebs and unused wine racks from the previous owner. He scowled as he couldn't even pinch a bottle as there were none to steal.

He checked the small garden. Still no one to be seen. It seemed as though something very bad happened to the tavern wench he hired. He would not suspect that she sat beside a highwayman in a covered wagon they stole and raced off into the night.

[totowlff]

extra — before everything

➝ a photo. an audio. a voice message. and niki never saw elisabeth the same way again.

➝ word count: 2,7k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: you've already seen elisabeth and toto's vision of what happened that sunday in august. however, a point of view was missing. precisely the one you are so curious to know. I hope this extra helps situate you in the conflict. or not.

AUGUST, 2016

Niki Lauda sat in one of the chairs on the porch of his home in Ibiza, reading the weekend edition of the Financial Times. He’d bought it on Saturday, when he’d gone into the market district with Marlene. He didn’t really care for going into town, especially with the crowds that the high season brought, but his wife had insisted — there was only one place she would buy fresh shrimp for the paella she’d planned on making the next day.

Who was he to deny Marlene Lauda anything?

The rest of the weekend was quiet. He spent the morning talking to Tilman, his brother-in-law, about horses. He was trying to figure out what the ideal age would be to start Lennon, his grandson, on riding lessons with the pony he’d bought from Tilman when Lenny was born. Inside the mansion, Marlene and Sandra, Tilman's wife, were preparing lunch. Niki’s dogs, Felix and Shivas, were probably underfoot, waiting for stray crumbs to fall to the floor.

After lunch, Niki dispensed with the traditional Spanish siesta and set out for a walk around the grounds, Shivas and Felix close behind him, inspecting every centimeter with curious noses and wagging tails. He only went for a walk when he needed space to think about a problem. The problem he was thinking about now was the conflict between two of his children, Mathias and Elisabeth, and how he could resolve it.

Niki prided himself on being a fair man. Fairness was important to him, and he valued it not only in his professional life, but his personal life as well. When his children were born, he made a point of treating them the same, offering much more than similar toys and education, but dedicating his time equally to each of them. He played with both, including both in his motorcycle and car adventures around Ibiza, and he was willing to learn to ride a horse to accompany both boys on their rides with Tilman.

However, he found his personal capacity tested in 1985, after his last Formula 1 victory, Marlene told him that she was pregnant again. The idea of a third child made Niki re-examine his priorities. After his first free practice session in Austria, two weeks later, he announced his retirement again. This time, it was permanent. Not even Ron Dennis' insistence changed his mind. For him, the future of Formula 1 was in good hands.

Marlene's pregnancy was relatively uneventful, with the exception of a scare that landed her in hospital. Niki, who was in Brands Hatch for a race, rushed to Vienna. It was no use for Marlene to reason with him and tell him that he didn't need to miss the race that weekend, since she was perfectly fine, as was the baby.

— I don't give a fuck about this race. What really matters is you and our baby — he said, running his hand lightly over her belly, a smile on his face.

Their third child was born a little less than three months later, and she was a real surprise for Niki and Marlene. They were sure they would have one more boy, and they were expecting the baby to make their lives even more chaotic than it already was with Lukas and Mathias. Niki even had a name picked out, chosen after a lot of discussion and input from their younger children.

However, it wasn't Christian Tilman Lauda who was in Niki's arms, but a little girl named Elisabeth Renate Lauda, name for Niki’s mother and Marlene’s sister. From the first few hours of her life, Elisabeth was calm and attentive, her big blue eyes staring at her father. Niki was completely enchanted with his daughter immediately.

As the years passed, Niki found himself growing closer to his youngest child. They bonded over more than Niki playing dolls with her, or reading her bedtime stories, but over Elisabeth’s quirky personality. She wasn’t impulsive like Lukas, or rebellious like Mathias. She was quiet, intelligent, and observant, and she had an impressive talent for numbers. Every time she solved a complicated equation that was even confusing for Niki — not that Niki was bad at math by any means — he thought that Elisabeth was “the granddaughter that Old Lauda asked God for”.

The differences between the siblings had never caused major conflicts. Lukas and Elisabeth always got along well, and Mathias had a good relationship with both of them. The three of them helped each other, both in their personal and professional lives, and, above all, they loved each other very much.

However, the apparent harmony between the siblings ended the year before. Their laughter and jokes were replaced with cold looks and deeply personal insults. It even culminated in physical violence when Elisabeth slapped Mathias across the face. Lukas, despite being his brother's manager, sympathized with his younger sister. Niki was completely lost as far as how to deal with the situation as he tried to make the siblings act like adults, and not like the children he had raised under the Balearic sun.

His eyes studied the printed image of Lamberto Frescobaldi, an Italian winemaker with an impressive estate in Florence, and he almost didn't notice his phone vibrating on the chair next to him. He folded up his newspaper and laid it on his lap before picking up his phone and reading the two notifications he’d gotten. Mathias had sent him two messages; a photo and an audio message.

He unlocked his phone and opened the messaging app, clicking on his middle child's name. Then, he opened the image to enlarge it. Niki took a few seconds to absorb it. It was a picture of Elisabeth kissing a man that he immediately recognized as Toto Wolff, his friend and business partner. It was a tender image — her hand was on his face, both of their expressions were soft. They looked every bit the part of two people who were completely in love.

He scrolled down a bit and tapped the audio message to play it, pursing his lips at the first few words.

— Hi dad, I'm sending you this photo because Elisabeth just posted it on Instagram, so I assume she told you all about her affair with Toto — he said, Lenny's laughter in the background — I'm sending you a copy to let you know that I wanted to tell you that I never supported this, from the moment I found out they were together in Spa last year.

Niki took a second to remember what had happened in Belgium. But, the message from his son continued playing. 

— Remember how you told me to look for Elisabeth when she disappeared after the qualifying session? I went to the motorhome, and the caterer said she saw her going up to the second floor, so I assumed she was in Toto's office. I went over there and when I opened the door to ask him if he’d seen her, I found him with his fucking head between her legs.

He raised his eyebrows at the graphic description. He definitely hadn’t expected that from his daughter.

— I talked to her, dad. I tried to put some common sense into that head of hers, but she said she loved him, that they were living together, and they were dating, that they loved each other, and that nothing would change that and… Fuck, I was just thinking about your feelings and how sad you’d be to find out Elisabeth was fucking your only friend behind your back — he continued, the tone of his voice sounding more a little frustrated — I know you've always loved Elschen dearly and... She's your golden girl, your pride and your joy. And she repays your trust by doing this to you? I just didn’t think it was fair, and she had to hear it.

Niki pressed his mouth into a thin line, sensing a specific kind of pain in Mathias' tone of voice. Of course, he loved his three children deeply and admired each of them, with all of their differences and similarities. However, it was inevitable for him to be closest to Elisabeth. She was his youngest child, his little princess, his shadow and right-hand in the business world, the perfect companion for his adventures in civil aviation and motorsport. They spent more time together than fathers and daughters their age usually did.

Mathias' heartache — jealousy, maybe, was perfectly justified.

— Well, I just wanted you to know that I'm on your side and that I never agreed to any of this. She had no right to betray your trust like that and I completely condemn her behavior. If you need anything, you can call me and I'll help you solve it, and we can do it the easy way or the hard way. I love you dad. I hope you’re doing alright.

Niki looked at his screen again. The image of Toto and Elisabeth was still pulled up, and he looked at it for a few seconds in silence. The sound of footsteps approaching made him look away. Leaning against the doorframe, Marlene looked at him, with Shivas sitting at her feet.

— Did Mathias call? I heard his voice — she said.

— No, he sent me an audio message.

She sat down in the chair next to Niki.

— What did he say?

— He sent me a picture of Elisabeth…

Marlene raised an eyebrow.

— Is Mathias with Elisabeth now?

— No. It's a picture of her with Toto.

— Ah — she muttered under her breath — Yes…

Niki looked at his wife, who was watching Felix stretch out in a patch of sunlight in front of them.

— Did you know about the two of them… Being together?

There were a few seconds of uneasy silence.

— Yes, I knew. Elschen told me in June.

— What did she say? — Niki asked, his tone serious.

— That she tried to avoid her feelings. That she tried to get away from Toto. But she decided to follow her heart. And… That she loves him.

Niki looked at the cell phone in his hands, the image of her daughter kissing his friend still on the screen. It felt a little surreal to see them like that. It just didn't feel right. Suddenly, he took the newspaper from his lap and stood up from his chair, causing the dogs to lift their heads to look at him.

— Nikolaus — Marlene said, her voice full of warning.

— What?

— What are you going to do?

— I just need to think.

Niki went back inside of the house and walked to his office. He closed the door and turned on the light. He placed the newspaper he'd been reading earlier on the desk and dropped into the black leather chair. With the phone still in his hands, he typed a quick reply to Mathias and returned to the app's main screen, selecting his daughter's name. Then, he typed four words in. He read his message over and over before he pressed the “send” button.

"We need to talk".

Not even two minutes later, his phone vibrated, his daughter's name flashing across the screen. She had a wide smile in her contact picture. Niki tapped the green button to answer the call, and he didn't have time to say a word before she began to speak, between sniffles and sobs.

— Dad, please, I know it's not right, but please let me explain, let me explain! It's not what you're thinking, please let me explain. Please let me tell you what happened. It wasn't supposed to happen, it was a mistake, he took my phone, you weren't supposed to find out like this, I was going to tell you, father, please...

— Elisabeth…

— Please don't be mad at me, dad. I did not want…

— I’m not going to talk about this with you on the phone, Mauslein — he said, his voice serious — I’ll be back in Vienna in two days. Come over and we can talk about it, then.

She sniffled a bit and muttered "okay", and Niki asked Elisabeth to calm down and said goodbye. He set his phone down on top of the newspaper, running a hand down his face. That would be a difficult conversation.

One of the hardest he would ever have.

The next day, Niki, Marlene, and the dogs returned to Vienna. He was completely silent for the entire flight, reflecting on the moments he had spent with Toto and Elisabeth. The achievements, the challenges, the countless meals, the meetings where they both had argued because they didn't agree on something.

When he got home, he just dropped his suitcase in the bedroom before isolating himself in his office again, but this time the office in his apartment. The room was richly decorated with mementos of his life in racing, some miscellaneous honors and certificates, Lenny's drawings, miniatures of his airlines' planes, and photos — lots of photos.

He’d accumulated so many framed photos over the years, images of him racing around the world, celebrating his achievements on podiums and at various award ceremonies. There were pictures of him with his kids in Ibiza and Vienna, and pictures of each of the children separately. Photos of Mathias running in GP2, Lukas playing with Shivas, and Elisabeth holding her Business Administration degree, dressed in her graduation regalia, her blue eyes shining with joy. There were pictures of Lenny sitting in his red mini-Mercedes. There was even one of Niki himself, with Lewis Hamilton, playing with Lewis’ bulldogs, Roscoe and Coco.

He sat down in his office chair, his eyes affixing to one particular photo. It was the only one Niki had sitting on his desk — it was a special memory for him. In the picture, he was standing next to Elisabeth and Toto. They were both drench in champagne and had wide smiles on their faces. His daughter was in the middle, holding the Formula 1 Constructors Trophy from the Russian Grand Prix. It was the race that had consecrated the Mercedes team as World Champions for the first time since the brand’s return to Formula 1.

Before he saw that photo as the realization of his great dream of triumphing in Formula 1 in a managerial position. Now, it looked different. It was as if the two people in the picture with him had completely changed in his mind somehow.

The sound of his phone vibrating snapped Niki out of his thoughts. He glanced at where it was sitting on the table, he raised an eyebrow as he read on the screen that he had a new voicemail message. It had probably not come in until just now because his phone was off during the flight back from Ibiza. He probably received it when he was flying back to Austria. Tapping the screen a few times, he brought the phone to his ear, waiting for the voicemail to play the message. Then the recording of a familiar voice started playing.

— Hi, Niki. It’s Toto. Listen, I know you… Know what’s happening now, and I just wanted to call you and speak to you before you and Elisabeth talk tomorrow when you get back to Vienna. What you are probably thinking is true, but…

The recording stopped for a few seconds, like Toto was trying to find the proper words. Niki's eyes found his face in the picture frame on the table.

— We didn’t hide it deliberately to hurt you. Quite the opposite, actually, because Elisabeth wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it and didn’t want to — he sighed — Break your trust. I know the circumstances haven’t been ideal, but… I can’t regret it, because it gave us a lot of time, you know, away from the spotlight and the pressure. And I… Can’t regret loving your daughter, Niki. She’s the best person I’ve ever met. She’s the love of my life. I would never do anything to hurt her, and I will always be there for her, whether she wants me to be or not.

Toto sighed again.

— Please don’t treat her too harshly, I guess that’s all I am asking. As a friend. I will always do everything I can to make her happy and…

The recording was suddenly cut off and ended with a beep, as if he hadn't had time to say more. Niki pursed his lips and off the screen, setting his phone back on his desk. Then, he reached for the framed photo of himself with Toto and Elisabeth, taking it off of his desk as he stood up from his chair.

His desk was no longer the rightful place for that particular photo.

[aydann-runs]

Alex Manes parked his Explorer in the dusty parking lot of the Wild Pony and hoped he wasn’t making a huge mistake. He usually played small, intimate venues in big cities, not small town cowboy bars. From the outside, it looked like this place had left the alien theme that the rest of Roswell embraced behind. Small favors, he thought.

Alex pulled out his phone and reviewed the gig details Liz had sent him yesterday. He’d met Dr. Liz Ortecho during the six months or so he’d been in Colorado, and when she heard he’d be passing through her hometown, she hadn’t wasted any time in reaching out to her best friend and owner of the Wild Pony to set him up with a show. Liz was scary-smart when it came to science, but surveying his surroundings, he thought it might have been a mistake to trust her judgment on playing a set at this venue. But, he was here, so he might as well go inside and see what he was working with.

It was still too early for the post-work crowd when Alex stepped into the Wild Pony, and there were only a handful of people in the whole place, including an honest-to-god cowboy, complete with Stetson hat, sitting at the bar. He almost bailed then and there. The last thing Alex wanted to do was play for a crowd whose musical tastes were firmly in the Luke Bryan camp.

As he hesitated on the threshold, still undecided, the jukebox in the corner started playing an old Third Eye Blind song–seemingly of its own volition–at the same time the cowboy turned. Honey-brown eyes locked with his, and the jolt it sent through Alex’s body was unexpected. He didn’t have time to consider what that might mean before the man grinned and pushed away from the bar.

“Alex Manes?” he called as he actually swaggered across the space between them.

The guy had either gone all-in on the cowboy aesthetic, or he was an actual rancher, because he was dressed the part from head-to-toe: black hat, plaid shirt, dark-wash jeans, huge fucking belt buckle, and a pair of well-worn boots. Either way, it was a good look on him.

“Alex? You’re Liz’s friend?” The question was more tentative this time, and Alex realized he’d been too busy staring and hadn’t actually responded.

“Uh, yeah. Um, hi,” he stammered. Oh god, get it together. “Is Maria DeLuca here?”

“Maria’s in the back, she’ll be out in a minute. I’m Michael. Michael Guerin,” he said, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” Guerin’s hand was warm and solid when Alex took it in his own, and Alex could feel the calluses on his palm. Maybe a real cowboy, then, he thought. Or at least used to working with his hands.

Alex realized he still had Michael’s hand in his own, had been holding it much longer than a conventional handshake would dictate, and dropped it abruptly. He rubbed his hand on the seam of his jeans in a futile attempt to erase the lingering tingle in his palm.

Michael clocked the motion and gave him an assessing look. “You go on in what, an hour?” When Alex nodded, he continued, “Then let me buy you a drink. I think I’d like to get to know you, Alex Manes.”

Alex smiled and gestured for Michael to lead the way. “As long as you let me pick up the second round.”

He hadn’t planned on staying in Roswell long, but he thought that might change, if drinks with the handsome cowboy went the way he hoped.

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson in New Jersey. Finally.

Alyssa Rasp | August 4, 2023

To any Louis Tomlinson fans, it’s not news that he has phenomenal music taste. Andrew Cushin, a singer-songwriter from across the pond in Newcastle, is no exception. Andrew joined Louis for almost the entirety of the North American leg of the Faith In The Future World Tour – and the fans loved him.

Last Friday, the tour stopped at the Stone Pony Summer Stage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. A show that is basically on the beach? Who could complain? Andrew took to the stage in a pair of sunnies with a guitar in hand to the sound of 3,000 screaming fans. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a concert where the crowd shows as much love to the support acts as they do for the headliner, but after hearing Andrew play, I totally get why (and I missed that sound).

His voice is incredible with so much power and a beautiful tone. The narrative he is able to get across in his lyrics are one of the best parts of his music. New fans and old fans agree, because much of the audience knew every single word to his songs, including his latest single, “Wor Flags.”

Despite the 95º heat this night, the energy never dipped. The following act, supporting act Giant Rooks, were up next and brought the sound of Berlin to New Jersey. The alternative rock band were dancing all over the stage throughout their entire set and hyping up the crowd. Frontman Fred Rabe even showed off his percussion skills with a tambourine and floor tom in addition to his usual guitar.

Again, the fans who came out were showing so much love. They knew lyrics, had posters, and were dancing along even in the scorching weather. (It was the perfect set up for the headliner and their own single that dropped just a few days later: “Somebody Like You.”)

When Louis Tomlinson hit the stage, the crowd was electric. Many of his fans have been around since his early days in One Direction, but it was clear that a lot of the crowd were solo Louis fans through-and-through. Following his debut album Walls (which was one of our Top Albums of 2020), the English artist grew further into his own with the release of Faith In The Future. (This sophomore record of his also ranked on our year-end favorite albums, even with its late 2022 release date.) The singer-songwriter has officially found the rock sound that he has been striving for. I love it. We love it. The fans love it.

Full of big guitars and intense drums, his live show is insanely good and so much fun. His touring band is incredibly talented, but it’s no question that he surrounds himself with the best. Listening to the record before this night in Asbury Park and then hearing the songs in person, it’s clear that Louis wrote them for a live setting. Even with a pared down stage setting (this was the smallest stage he played on during this amphitheater run), he still put on an amazing show. It’s so obvious that this Brit-rock star loves performing.

Delivering reimagined rock versions of One Direction classics “Night Changes” and “Where Do Broken Hearts Go?” on top of deep cuts of his own beloved originals, he made sure to pay homage to his single era of 2017 with “Back To You,” which featured Bebe Rexha. Those moments prove that his musical instincts are still there and are able to adapt to his current style while also showing love to fan favorites. Louis Tomlinson is truly an artist to keep an eye on if you’re not already. One of the best shows I’ve ever been to from start to finish. Although he’s off to tour the rest of the world after a short break, we are looking forward to the next time he’s back in town.

Louis Tomlinson, FITFWT23: Asbury Park, 28.7.2023

[ask-gadzooks]

A small departure from format...

A continuation of the story with @nox-lunarwing... “Come one, come all to the annual Pony Prom!” a voice shouted.

Gad opened his eyes, confused. They were immediately assaulted by a surging crowd of ponies clamoring to get… somewhere. Gad couldn’t quite see. He flew up above their heads and spotted a strange and familiar sight.

Griffonstone.

It wasn’t quite how Gad had last seen it, however. An open iron gate guarded the edge of town, which all the ponies in the crowd were surging towards. There looked to be a few mildly colorful decorations scattered about the town, along with banners, tables of refreshments, and music boxes interspersed here and there playing something Gad couldn’t hear.

Is it time for Pony Prom already? Gad thought queasily.

As the ponies began to enter Griffonstone through the iron gate, Gad balked in horror. Each pony that trotted through the gate appeared on the other side, Gray, expressionless, and weathering the same black suit and bowtie. Nothing of the original pony’s personality remained. Yet, Ponies were still surging eagerly into the gap, unaware or unconcerned with the gate stripping them of their identities.

Gad’s stomach turned as he flew backward, away from the gate, but soon he was grabbed on either side by two pegasi, wide grins adorning their faces.

“Come on, Gad! This is going to be so much fun!” They said in unison.

“No… I don’t want to!” Gad said as he struggled against their grip. The pegasi could have been deaf for how much they reacted.

“I’m not one of you!” Gad shouted as he was dragged to the gate.

“Of course you are!” The pegasi said, smiling. “Don’t say things that aren’t true.” As they entered through the gate, Gad flipped upward and pushed against the top of the gate arch with his feet. “Come on! You’ll have fun!” The ponies said again. They were pushing against his efforts with those sickening grins still on their faces. Gad kept struggling until he finally freed one of his forelegs. He immediately flailed it about, searching for something, anything that he could grab to get himself out of here somehow.

That’s when he found the hilt of his sword. The instant he wrapped his claws around it, bright lucidity surged into his mind…

[whyareyouhere66]

Sodapop x Male Reader - Falling In Love, part 2

Sodapop Curtis x Soc!Male Reader - Can’t Help Falling In Love [Part 2]

Part 1 , Part 2

I’m so sorry this took so long, but I’m working on a Part 3 cause I randomly got motivation-

Tags: @saaiimaakii , I forgot who else is on my tag list Um sorry bout that

x

The crisp, afternoon Tulsa air surrounded him, his hair occasionally being pushed back and forth in front of his eyes. A sandwich in one hand, plaid sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the middle Curtis sibling sits on the steps at one of the various doors entering into the local high school. 

In front of him was a big, empty field, as well as a road; separating him from the rest of the town just across the way. Most kids played soccer, or football in that field, though since no one really took much care of it the yellowed-grass began growing too tall for it to be easy. 

The boy takes another bite of his sandwich, impatiently sighing as he ducks his head down a bit to wipe his forehead. 

“What’s taking you so long, Pony…” he mumbles, having been waiting for him outside for nearly a half hour. The sky around him has began turning orange already. 

“Yeah no, I’ll see you later man.” A muffled voice says from behind the doors, making Sodapop curiously turn around to look. 

There were footsteps coming from inside, some shuffling, before the door could be heard getting pushed open. 

Not recognizing the voice as Ponyboy’s, it’s was much too deep, Sodapop turns back around and takes another bite of his sandwich. 

‘Probably just some Soc.’

“Curtis?”

‘..oh fuck’

While it was, in fact, a Soc, Sodapop spins his head around in surprise and looks at one he wasn’t expecting- Y/n L/n. There he stood- gorgeous eyes reflecting off the orange light and staring straight into Sodapop’s own. 

“Oh, well hey there.” He says smoothly, a heat spreading up to his face and covering his skin. 

In front of the door, Y/n stands tall with one hand in his pocket, and the other holding the singular backpack-strap that had been slung over his shoulder. He looked confused, aside from the small smile, with his eyebrows furrowed down and his head tilted to the side, hair falling into his eyes.

Sodapop can’t stop himself, eyes moving across his entire body subtly before forcing himself to turn back around.

Y/n’s scuffed shoes scrape against the pavement, and Sodapop could hear his bag meeting the floor as the soc sat beside him on the steps.

“You mind if I sit?” He asks anyways, the Curtis boy glancing over at him; mouth going dry as his mind begins swirling, past night-time scenarios coming alive again at the possibility of being fulfilled.

“No, course not.”

He smiles, looking out across the field and the changing sky happily.

“The sky’s real pretty” he murmurs under his breath, Sodapop nodding in agreement. With a big grin etched into his features, Soda taps his fingernails against each other as he fought the urge to let his eyes wander back to Y/n’s pretty, e/c colored eyes.

“Seems winter’s finally starting to come to an end” Y/n continues, yet to look back to the boy next to him like Soda so desperately wanted. 

“Yeah, finally starting to warm up a bit huh?” Soda tries. 

The air around them was warm, further proving his point, and after a small pause Y/n continues  talking until the greaser beside him got the courage to add anything more.

“My dad took me to see the drag race, last weekend.” Soda’s face lights up- this topic being one he excelled in. 

“Really?”

The excited tone threaded into his voice caught Y/n’s attention quickly, raising an eyebrow as a sly smile formed. 

“Yeah, he likes naming all the cars he sees there,” the Soc speaks fondly, “these things always get him excited.”

Sodapop clung to his every word, memorizing the sound of his voice as to never forget it. He didn’t even realize whenever Y/n had finally turned his head the full way around, only to see the blue eyed boy looking at him with so much admiration and interest that Y/n blinked once, twice out of surprise.

Realizing this, Soda quickly turns his head out of embarrassment, leaning forward to readjust himself shyly. Y/n’s eyes followed his every movement, intruiged. 

His eyes still set onto the greaser’s figure, he spoke again.

“You also like cars, don’t you?”

Sodapop felt his shoulders tensing, butterflies attacking his ribs. 

Albeit him working at the DX was common knowledge, his heart swelled at the thought of Y/n knowing at all. Did he notice? Did that mean he’s been paying attention to Soda? 

“-You and Steve, working down at the gas station. I thought I saw you two down at the track during the last show.”

Soda lets himself look at the boy again. 

“Yeah, no- we go to those shows anytime we can.” He chuckles, y/n following in suit. 

‘His laugh…’

His lips curl upwards in a soft, excited smile. He loved his laugh- their proximity giving it such a clear sound compared to whenever he normally got the chance to hear it from a couple stools down at the Dingo’s crowded bar. They were so close, Soda’s fidgeting fingers almost reaching out to hold his s/c hand.

His heart was thumping in his body, as if it was trying to reach out for the soc as well. 

“Man,” the breathy sigh snaps Sodapop out of his heartsick thoughts, “it’s almost 5, I’m sorry Soda I’ve gotta start walkin’.” 

Y/n moves his eyes away from the fancy-looking watch in his wrist, meeting the bold blues of the other teen. Sodapop physically feels himself deflating, though doesn’t try to stop the other boy from getting up off the steps. 

“That’s fine- I guess it is getting dark.” Soda shrugs. 

Y/n grabs his bag again, throwing it over his shoulder before turning to give Sodapop one last look. 

“I was wondering,” he shifts in his spot, “would you or Steve ever wanna join me? Y’know, go to the races together?”  

Soda’s cheeks darken, y/n almost looked hopeful. 

“Yeah, no no that’d be great!” The greaser accepts graciously, nearly jumping out of his spot. Y/n smiles at him excitedly. 

“Alright then, great. Just let me know if you’re free for the next one alright?”

Sodapop nods, the soc finally turning around to begin his walk to the parking lot. As soon as his figure turns the corner, out of Soda’s sight, the boy jumps up and pumps a fist in the air. 

“Yes!” He whispers victoriously, letting out a breathy laugh. 

No Soc had ever invited him anywhere- none the less Y/n L/n. And he looked so excited when he had said yes, meaning-

“Soda!!”

Snapping his head toward the voice, his celebration coming to a quick stop, he sees Ponyboy running at him with books in his arms. 

“Ponyboy?”

The boy in question  stops when he makes it to his brother, rolling his eyes. 

“You were supposed to pick me up out front.” He replies bluntly, glaring. He couldn’t stay mad at Soda long, but he still held the look strong. 

Sodapop comes to a quick realization, running a hand down his face. 

“Oh.”

With another eye roll from the teen, the two begin their walk away from the schools doors, Sodapop falling behind. 

Wrong door or not, look where it led him, right?

[bradshawsbaby]

Fall & Halloween With The Seresins

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Author’s Note: I know it’s late, but I said I was going to try to get this one done and I wanted to stick to that! It’s not much, just some little fall-themed headcanons for the Seresin family, the same way I did for the Bradshaw family.

Warnings: Family fluff and the mildest hint of suggestive themes at the very end.

- Autumn is when Hangman and Phoenix first make their relationship official, and as such, they develop a lot of traditions associated with that time of year.

- True to his country roots, Hangman loves any opportunity to be on a farm or in an orchard. He and Phoenix have made it a yearly tradition to go apple and pumpkin picking, competing with one another to see who can select the sweetest apples or carry the heaviest pumpkins. Always one for public displays of affection, Hangman also loves holding Phoenix’s hand at the pumpkin patch and stealing kisses from her in the middle of the apple orchard.

- Despite the fact that they always end up arguing over whose sense of direction is better (it’s Phoenix’s), it’s also part of their tradition to go for a hayride out into the corn fields and see how fast they can make it through the corn maze. They even keep track of how long it takes them each time, to see if they can best themselves the next year.

- When Phoenix was growing up, she and her brothers would always carve pumpkins together, and it’s a tradition she wants to share with Hangman. Competitive as always, the two of them try to see who can come up with the best designs, jokingly trying to sabotage one another’s pumpkins as they work diligently at the kitchen table. When all is said and done, however, they proudly display them side by side, Phoenix beaming and Hangman glowing at how happy it makes her.

- Phoenix isn’t typically one for baking or cooking anything too elaborate, but she does know her grandmother’s recipe for pumpkin ice cream by heart, and she teaches Hangman how to help her make it. The rest of the Dagger Squad is always more than happy to sample the fruits of their labor.

- Hangman has loved toasting pumpkin seeds since he was a kid, so he and Phoenix make sure to collect all the seeds from their pumpkins so that they can make the beloved little snack for themselves.

- Most days during the week, both Hangman and Phoenix are exhausted from work, so they love nothing more than throwing on a cozy pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, and curling up on the couch to watch a movie. During the fall, they indulge in horror movie marathons. Hangman always teases Phoenix that he’ll protect her if she gets too scared, but he’s usually the one who ends up sleeping with one eye open for the next couple nights.

- Introducing their children to all the traditions that they established when they were dating and in the beginning of their marriage brings a lot of joy to Hangman and Phoenix. Though things become increasingly chaotic as their family grows, especially with the twins, they wouldn’t trade the memories they make together for anything in the world.

- With such an energetic family, Hangman and Phoenix try to keep the kids as active as possible. When they’re young, they all play soccer in the fall, and eventually the boys add football in as well. Since Hangman and Phoenix always enjoyed hiking, camping, and other outdoor activities when it was just the two of them, it’s something they make sure to continue incorporating into their family’s routine.

- The Seresins usually try to take a family vacation to the Seresin family ranch in Texas during the summer, but if they can fit it into their schedule, they also make a short trip down in the fall as well. Hangman’s parents are always more than happy to see their grandchildren and spoil them rotten. Not to mention, there’s always a massive fall festival in town, where the kids can bob for apples and go on pony rides and eat enough kettle corn to last them a lifetime.

- When it comes to Halloween, Phoenix was never really big on dressing up—”I don’t think I’ve worn a costume since I was a freshman in high school, Bagman”—but Hangman loves it. He’s the one who convinces Phoenix to give their couple’s costumes a try, as much as she rolls her eyes about it. The two of them have gone as Bonnie and Clyde, Fred and Daphne, and even a football player and a sexy cheerleader (though it took a lot of convincing on Hangman’s part when he suggested that one), just to name a few.

- Hangman was also the one who convinced Phoenix to give family costumes a try once JJ, Ben, Liam, and Ellie were born. She thought they were cheesy, but he insisted that they would be fun. Among other costumes, they’ve dressed up as Things 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, characters from Alice in Wonderland, and cowboys and cowgirls (Phoenix and Ellie wore matching outfits that year).

- Taking the kids trick-or-treating is a massive ordeal, especially when the Dagger Squad family starts expanding and they have a whole squadron of children toddling from door to door. Hangman and Phoenix usually have to keep a hold of Ben and Liam as they’re trick-or-treating to make sure they don’t get into too much mischief as they stroll around the neighborhood.

- Watching Hangman with the kids while they’re out collecting candy always makes Phoenix laugh. She frequently jokes about how it feels as though she has five children to take care of, with her husband being the largest and goofiest of them all. When Ellie is too shy to ring neighbors’ doorbells or approach with her trick-or-treat bag to get her fair share of sweets, Hangman makes silly faces to keep her laughing and is completely unembarrassed to march right up and collect his daughter’s candy for her. And when it comes time for divvying up the candy later in the evening, he sits just as eagerly as the kids, claiming a healthy portion for “Mommy and Daddy.”

- After a Halloween night spent at Mav and Penny’s place, carrying their sleeping children back to the car after a day jam-packed with fun festivities, Hangman and Phoenix can’t help but smile at each other over the kids’ heads and take in the sight of their little family.

- “In case I forget to say it later, Minx, thank you,” Hangman told her one year, right after they had settled the kids in their car seats and were getting ready to drive home.

- “For what?” Phoenix asked, arching a dark eyebrow as she gazed up at him.

- “For giving me this family. This life,” he told her with a small grin, grazing her cheek with his fingertips. “I love you, you know.”

- “I love you, too,” Phoenix smiled, climbing into the passenger seat of the car. “And who knows? Maybe once the kids are in bed, I might just have a few more Halloween tricks up my sleeve,” she added with a suggestive wink, laughing softly.

- Letting out a wolfish howl, Hangman quickly climbed behind the wheel of the car and took off towards home. “Happy Halloween, indeed, Minx.”

[eleanoregalore]

Something that never fails to make you horny?

Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

What is your favorite part of your body?

What do you wear to bed?

When was the first time you masturbated?

Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside or in public?

Do you own any sex toys? (Can we see it?)

Are you a squirter?

do you have extreme kinks?

When did you first realise that you liked pee/omorashi/watersports/ as a fetish?

What do you enjoy the most about it?

Have you ever had a public accident?

Thanks for the ask. ‪‪❤︎‬

1. Something that never fails to make me horny is when a partner promises me that I’m gonna get bred and then follows through with that promise. Another major turn on is whenever someone looks at me like they’re starving and I’m their next meal. I have an obsession with feeling like vulnerable prey fuckmeat. Of course, these things aren’t necessary for me to be aroused, lots of sweet and vanilla gestures turn me on easy. I find I get really wet so easily.

2. Yes, I have. I think it’s pretty hot when someone makes me taste myself on whatever they stuck in me but honestly I don’t get much of a taste a lot of the time. Sweet, sometimes salty or metallic nothingness to me.

3. My doe eyes are my favorite. My silhouette too, especially around my waist, hips, & thighs.

4. A silky or velvetry robe! I’d sleep naked but too much commotion always happens around our park that calls for stepping outside or my mother coming for a visit, so it’s a good choice.

5. The first time I masturbated, I was thirteen and some girls I hung out with told me to “try fingering.” They thought I was weird when I told them later I learned to fit my whole hand in and didn’t want to talk to me anymore, but anyways that’s how I discovered fisting haha.

6. I last had sex outside a few weeks ago with my boyfriend on his front porch swing. In our defense, we live in a rural town and nobody ever comes by except the mailman or a Mormon.

7. I do own sex toys (handful of dildos, a magic wand & plugs) as well as kink gear (ropes, whips, collars, paddles, a pony bridle, etc.) but they live with my respective partners because my mom and her boyfriend both have keys to my house and like poking around in all my shit.

8. Yes, I’m a squirter. Not always, but when I do I soak everything. It’s great for watersports.

9. Yes. What’s your extreme? Let me know.

10. My boyfriend and I were play wrestling in the grass when he pinned me down and tickled me so hard I peed myself. He told me later it turned him on a lot and after that I saw it in a new light too. I enjoy it a lot but it’s really more his thing than mine. We love it like a kink. Fun n hot to play around with, but not a need for us.

11. It’s so warm and so much. I love getting a golden shower and getting made to squirt the most. I like the degrading aspect of it.

12. Yes. I have a fainting disorder so sometimes when I experience a faint in public and I needed to pee, I pee myself after I lose control of all my muscles. It’s happened I believe six or so times in the past few years and a lot more when I was a kid up until I was a teen and could manage myself better. My boyfriend separates this from his arousal, he instantly goes into caregiver mode and helps clean me up because outside of the bedroom having an accident combined with fainting in public was and still is mortifying for me, so it’s not something that arouses us. Still, if anyone wants me to write erotica using this scenario, I’ll be happy to do it, let me know!

[deadhumourist]

Pink Velvet

Pairing: F!Reader and Jack “Whiskey” Daniels 

Rating: M, just to be safe - it contains 1 mention of non-explicit, previous sexy times. 

Words: 1300+

Warnings Angst and hurt, character doesn’t feature in story apart from flashbacks. Kids. No happy ending here, folks.

A/N: This is a little hurt/angst/softness piece. Depending on how this goes down/if there’s interest, there might be a part 2 where things end on a happier note. Let me know if we leave it like this or not ;) A huge thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for beta-ing this and assuring me its not the worst thing she’s ever read. 

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Dusk is settling over the quaint little garden, and one by one, the night dwellers emerge from the nooks and crannies they slept in all day. Lightning bugs glow to life, organic little paper lanterns drifting around. Their lights gently swirl up in the air, the uneven pattern carving up the slowly darkening air. 

The gentle nightbreak brings a stillness both outside your home and inside you. Quiet in the knowledge that another day has come to a stop and you have nothing more to do with the outside world that has taken so much from you. 

"Mama?"

Your not-really-a-toddler-anymore Josie is peering at you from the doorway, her face half hidden behind the door jamb. You hear the soft shuffling of her pony-shaped slippers against the reclaimed wooden floor. It's her tell, and you answer the question before she has to ask.

"Let's go pick out a story for bedtime, darling."

You unfold yourself from the large, comfy chair by the window. It has plush pink velvet pillows which in turn you have buried your laughter, your heart and increasingly lately, your sorrow in. The funny thing about velvet is that it keeps stains and secrets all the same. 

You walk to your daughter’s bedroom, making a beeline for your and her favourite feature in the cosy room - the bookcase. You’ve read to her since she was a baby, even if she didn’t understand any of the words yet. You wanted to establish a routine, a safety net that could catch her on hard days that may come. 

You kneel in front of it, pretending to survey the colourful collection for a book to read. But you know this act of the play by heart. You will pretend to select a book, any book, and Josie will look at you with her big, brown eyes, apprehension tugging at the corners. She will sidle up to the corner of the shelf and slide out the same book that you’ve read about 100 times now, and gingerly offer it to you. “This one?” she’ll hesitantly ask as if it’s the first time. 

She is the apple of your eye so you smile warmly while taking it out of her hands. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” 

She bounds excitedly to her bed and jumps under the soft layers. 

You settle down next to her, tucking your legs underneath you, cradling your daughter in your one arm while holding the book in the other. Josie loves helping to turn the pages when you read. 

“Once upon a time, there was a handsome cowboy who lived in a small town. He was the town sheriff, keeping all the bad people out and making sure the town’s people were safe. Every day, the cowboy would ride through the town on his horse, making sure there were no bad men disturbing the peace.”

Your daughter looked up at you, her owlish eyes finding yours. She doesn’t normally interrupt storytime but you wait for her to continue. 

“Mama…” she hesitates for a long beat. 

“Mama, is Daddy a cowboy?” 

The simple question tears through your heart like a shotgun at close range. You had been careful. She was so small when she last saw him, and there aren’t any mementos in the house apart from a photo that you keep close to you. It feels like it was taken a lifetime ago. 

“What makes you ask that, sweetheart?’

“I dreamt about him and we played horsey and he let me ride on his back. And he said he missed me.”

Your heart pinches painfully. She will have almost no memory of him, and you had buried yours so deep. You were sure “Daddy” was a pastiche of the storybook cowboy and the photo in your locket that your curious child would have found. 

No matter what you choose to do next, every option seems cruel in its own way. Deny everything and leave her to wonder, anchorless in a sea of ephemeral memories, or give in and open old wounds to share the reality that he was gone without a trace.

You’re quiet for a long beat before you continue, your voice soft. 

“Yes darling, he is a cowboy. A very noble one that also keeps bad men away.” 

Josie’s face lights up like a ray of sunshine as she smiles, her little rosebud mouth revealing one missing tooth to the side.  

She glances at the page you’re holding and then back to you. 

“And is he also handsome like in the story?”

You glance at your daughter’s glossy dark chocolate hair and golden skin. She is your child too but Jack’s genes had won out by a country mile. You remember his eyes, so much like hers, brimming with tears when he first held her. He was overcome that something so perfect could also carry a part of him and be his. 

“He is. You look so much like him, too.” 

That seems to satisfy her curiosity, at least for the time being. Contentedly, she snuggles against you and lifts her little pointer finger to the open page, indicating that you need to read again. 

You barely manage to hold in a relieved sigh. 

“The town was quiet and safe, because the handsome cowboy was good at his job. Then, one day, bad men rode into town on their horses. One of the bad men went to see the cowboy at the sheriff’s office.The men told the cowboy that he needed to give them all the money in the bank, otherwise they would kidnap the mayor’s daughter. The mayor’s daughter was a very beautiful young woman, and the cowboy liked her very much.” 

“The cowboy told them to leave town, but the next day, the bad men kidnapped the beautiful young woman! Oh, the mayor was so angry! The cowboy was angry too, and vowed to rescue the woman.”

Josie sticks her thumb in her mouth, enthralled by the story she had heard so many times before. 

“The handsome cowboy chased the bad men out of town and rescued the beautiful young woman, and she was very grateful!”

The thumb leaves her mouth with a pop.

“Mama, did Daddy rescue you too?”

You think back to how you met Jack. That’s not exactly how it went down, and you recall jokingly arguing with him over drinks about who rescued who exactly. That was quite the mission. Even though you lost the mark, you didn’t come home empty handed. Not exactly. 

“No sweetheart, that’s just in the story. But if I was in trouble, he would have.” 

She nods sagely, like she knows this to be fact. 

You continue the story. 

“Once the woman was safe, the cowboy told her that he liked her. And she said she liked him too. The cowboy kissed her and they lived happily ever after.” 

Josie’s insistent questioning is unraveling old memories from their tightly sealed boxes in the recesses of your mind, and at the mention of a kiss, Jack drifts into your mind’s eye yet again. 

He’s covering your body with his own, your legs entwined with each other’s. His large hand cupping your jaw and pressing adoring kisses into your heated skin. He captures your lips again hungrily, making sure the only thing you can focus on is him. 

You close the book carefully, noticing Josie slumped over in the crook of your arm, thumb still in her mouth. You slide out as slowly as you can, careful not to wake her. After pulling the covers up around her and switching on the nightlight, you tip-toe out of her room.

Retaking your seat at the window, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. You reach inside your sweater to retrieve your keepsake. Clipping the locket open, you stare at the small photo inside for a long while. 

Jack - dark hair slicked back and moustache neatly groomed and framing an exuberant smile. The one you have to see a ghost of every day, when you have breakfast with your daughter, or laugh with her, or read her to sleep. 

And then the beautiful young woman wept for her cowboy, who never made it home. 

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated so much <3

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

More early 2000's ninjago

So I see y'all liked my 2000's Ninjago head cannons, well well well I may or may not have plenty more to share.

Now to preface this is the HC that before season 3 Ninjago had the technology of the early 2000's before shifting to a much more modern even a bit futuristic setting. Now that that's out of the way I present HC's!

-Cole had (probably still has) a bright purple boom box decked out in stickers and pretty much a whole shelf of CD's to go with it

-Jay had Heelys and probably cried when he out grew them

-Nya didn't really have Barbie but lord have mercy did she have Polly Pockets and My Little Pony!

-Zane had and actually knows how to use and Etch-A-Sketch

-Jay had a couple of friends back home that he liked to call and Zane and Cole liked dropping in on his calls just to listen and tease him later

-They had two land lines at the monastery technically one was for the boys and one was supposed to "just be master Wu's" But he quickly learned that wasn't going to happen

-Kai liked boy bands (idk why he just did)

-They had Lincoln logs for literally an hour, they were taken away very quickly and never EVER seen again, some say that they saw Master Wu burning something that night

-Cole Zane and Jay loved getting to go into Ninjago city (cause I'm pretty sure it separate from the town bellow the monastery) and where ever they went they had to share a flip phone so they could call master Wu if they needed

-Cole had an emo phase, he is now in his punk phase (aka going from I hate myself everything sucks to everything sucks but I wanna do something about it + I've got fashion sense now)

-Jay tried to have an emo phase but poked himself in the eye with eye liner once and decided it wasn't for him

-Kai didn't have time for an emo phase but boy did he want one

-All of them have watched at least one Barbie movie. Jay is basic so he probably likes Princess and the Pauper (Nothing wrong with that it's iconic) Nya and Cole are Swan Lake lovers, Zane is a Farytopia fan and Kai probably didn't have time to watch the movies raising Nya and all but I think he'd probably like Magic of the Rainbow because Sunset is low key a fire elemental. Lloyd was introduced to them when he's older and probably like the Three Musketeers.

-Jay, Nya and Kai actually went to middle school unlike Cole and Zane who were homeschooled so they don't really get the whole 'cringe middle school' thing cause they just kinda floated through their cringe phases in peace(This is me assuming cause I'd hope Cole's education didn't end at 9!)

-I feel like someone collected beanie boo's but I'm not sure who, probably Jay since he has the home life to support that

-Last but not least: Leap Pads, Cole had one when he was really young (like 4-5 so before his mom died) and when he found it they spent a good couple hours playing Mr. Pencil and the stupid dog game

In conclusion Master Wu probably needs a nap but so do the rest of them. They were all awkward dorks at one point and all they can do is stop those pictures or video's from entering the public eye. (Aside from Pixal who didn't have a cringe phase and is very proud of it)

[satashiiwrites]

wip whenever

yeah this is getting long. No there’s no end in sight. Yes I’m enjoying the Sheriff’s POV.

Tagged by @outtoshatter for a wip whenever. Thanks for the tag lovely. Tagging (no pressure) @tkwritesdumbassassins @monsterrae1 @redhoodiskra @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @kikiroo and how about @scoobybuddie. No pressure as always if you want to play along, this is just for fun.

Wip whenever banner by the talented @radio-chatter

Title: Suspicions, from the Firefighter!Derek AU series

Fandom: Teen Wolf, borrowing of a few characters from 911 Lonestar that pop in from time to time.

Working summary:

Noah had his suspicions about the Hale fire.  With Laura Hale dead and animal attacks increasing exponentially, he knows that Derek is not the problem but possibly an answer to the question of what is going on in Beacon Hills. 

Tags/warnings: timeline what timeline? ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE people! Firefighter!Derek (see series). Whump and angst for Derek! Sheriff Stilinski figures it all out, TW canon levels of violence and mayhem. FIRST DRAFT (ish).

Noah gets to go home at a regular time for once. Stiles is home and does the whole dog and pony show of being annoyed about his grounding, but he still makes dinner all the same—tofu stir fry and brown rice. 

His son is not punishing Noah for grounding him. He is quote-unquote “worried about his dad’s health” and giving Noah a heart-healthy meal to make up for all his dietary indiscretions when Stiles can’t monitor him. His son’s spies—Roberta and Bobbie—had told Stiles about the trips to the local diner for lunch three days in the last week. 

Even Claudia and her crunchy granola self would have said that the stir fry lacked flavor, if healthy, and was somewhat sad looking. Noah just tries to swallow without tasting it after the first few bites. 

“So, what’s new at school?” Noah asks, making conversation. 

“Not much.”  

Stiles is mostly pushing his own stir fry around his plate instead of eating it. Noah knows that Stiles actually likes the healthy food that he makes, so something is bothering his kid. 

“And Scott?”  

Hit landed. Stiles’ jaw clenches, and his eyebrow twitches, telling Noah that Scott is the source of Stiles’ current agitation. 

“He’s dating this new girl, Allison.”

“A new girl? “Allison, who? I don’t think you’ve mentioned her before.”

“Allison Argent. Her family just moved back to town—she lives in the Heights.”

The Heights was the wealthier part of town and a new subdivision that Mitchel Martin had developed about fifteen years ago. The last name Argent was familiar somehow but not ringing any immediate bells. However, the face his son had made told Noah that Stiles wasn’t one hundred percent happy that Scott was dating her. 

“Is this Scott’s first girlfriend?”

Stiles rolls his eyes at him. “You know it is, Dad.”

Ah. It looks like Melissa might owe him twenty bucks as she’d been sure Stiles would finally get a date from Lydia Martin before her son would find a girl, given Stiles’ five-year plan that they’d both laughed over. “Scott ditching you for her?”

His son huffs, annoyed, and waves his fork around in agitation, punctuating his speech. “Yeah. Everything’s Allison this and Allison that. Ohh Allison, you’re pretty brown eyes and long flowing hair.”

Noah nods. He remembers what it could be like when he and his friends first discovered girls (and boys). The rearrangement of priorities could strain even the strongest of friendships, and Stiles had picked Scott over Jackson in the third grade when Rafael and Melissa had divorced. Since then, it’d been Scott-and-Stiles for everything, and now it wasn’t, and Scott was leaving Stiles behind for a girl. 

“He ignoring you for her?”

“Yeah. He’s being stupid over her.”

“How so?”

“Doing stupid stuff, Dad. Showing off,” Stiles grumbles, then takes a vicious bite of tofu, jaw working the food aggressively. “Doesn’t think of consequences.”

“What kind of consequences?”

Stiles pauses, eyes dropping to his plate and suddenly fascinated by the little pieces of vegetables, and shrugs. “Just school and stuff.”

Noah suspects the ‘and stuff’ is more than just hanging out with Stiles and maybe explains why Stiles has been poking his nose into things he shouldn’t as of late. However, Scott had called the tip line, so where did Derek come into this?

“So, how’d you meet Derek Hale?”

Another direct hit—Stiles looks up at the mention of Derek’s name, and a faint creeping blush starts covering his son’s neck. “Just ran into him,” he squeaks. 

“And when was that?”

Stiles is again fascinated by his food. “A few days ago.”

Noah wonders if Stiles has figured out he plays for both teams yet.

“It was pretty cruel—what you and Scott did to him, accusing him of murdering his sister.”

Stiles has the good grace to look embarrassed. “Yeah. That wasn’t nice of us.”

“I expect better from you, kid.  She was his only family.”

The guilt he’s shoveling piles on and Stiles now is completely abashed about his actions. “I didn’t think.”

“Well, next time do.  You’re smarter than this. Think things through.”

“Yes, Dad.”

Figuring he’s made his point, Noah switches topics. “So what sort of report am I going to get tomorrow when I go to your teacher conferences?”

Stiles gulps. “Um… depends on what you’re wanting.”

“Turning in work on time, no behavioral issues,” Noah starts to list off.

“You uh… might want to redefine the no behavioral issues…”

Well, at least it sounds like Stiles is turning in his homework on time.