#found these two ancient pretty photos.. that's all

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WOW.

Scientists found an amazingly well-preserved village from 3,000 years ago

Text below, in case article access dries up:

LONDON — A half-eaten bowl of porridge complete with wooden spoon, communal rubbish bins, and a decorative necklace made with amber and glass beads are just a handful of the extraordinarily well-preserved remnants of a late Bronze Age hamlet unearthed in eastern England that’s been dubbed “Britain’s Pompeii” and a “time capsule” into village life almost 3,000 years ago.

The findings from the site, excavated in 2015 to 2016, are now the subject of two reports, complete with previously unseen photos, published this week by University of Cambridge archaeologists, who said they cast light onto the “cosy domesticity” of ancient settlement life.

“It might be the best prehistoric settlement that we’ve found in Britain,” Mark Knight, the excavation director and a co-author of the reports, said in an interviewThursday. “We took the roofs off and inside was pretty much the contents,” he said. “It’s so comprehensive and so coherent.”

The reason for the rare preservation: disaster.

The settlement, thought to have originally consisted of several large roundhouses made of wood and constructed on stilts above a slow-moving river, was engulfed by a fire less than a year after being built.

During the blaze, the buildings and much of their contents collapsed into a muddy river below that “cushioned the scorched remains where they fell,” the university said of the findings. This combination of charring from the fire and waterlogging led to “exceptional preservation,” the researchers found.

“Because of the nature of the settlement, that it was burned down and its abandonment unplanned, everything was captured,” Knight added.

“As we excavated it, there was that feeling that we were picking over someone else’s tragedy,” he said of the eerie site in the swampy fenland of East Anglia. “I don’t think we could smell the fire but the amount of ash around us — it felt close.”

Researchers said they eventually unearthed four large wooden roundhouses and an entranceway structure, but the original settlement was probably “twice as big.”

The site at Must Farm dates to about 850 B.C., eight centuries before Romans came to Britain. Archaeologists have been shocked at “just how clear the picture is” of late Bronze Age life based on the level of detail uncovered, Knight said.

The findings also showed that the communities lived “a way of life that was more sophisticated than we could have imagined,” Duncan Wilson, head of Historic England, the public body responsible for preserving England’s historic environment, said in a statement.

The findings unearthed include a stack of spears, possibly for hunting or defense; a decorative necklace “with beads from as far away as Denmark and Iran”; clothes of fine flax linen; and a female adult skull rendered smooth, “perhaps a memento of a lost loved one,” the research found.

The inhabitants’ diet was also rich and varied, including boar, pike and bream, along with wheat and barley.

A pottery bowl with the finger marks of its maker in the clay was also unearthed, researchers said, still containing its final meal — “a wheat-grain porridge mixed with animal fats” — with a wooden spatula resting inside the bowl.

“It appears the occupants saved their meat juices to use as toppings for porridge,” project archaeologist Chris Wakefield said in the university’s news release. “Chemical analyses of the bowls and jars showed traces of honey along with ruminant meats such as deer, suggesting these ingredients were combined to create a form of prehistoric honey-glazed venison,” he added.

Skulls of dogs — probably kept as pets and to help with hunting — were also uncovered, and the dogs’ fossilized feces showed they fed on scraps from their owners’ meals, the research found.

The buildings, some connected by walkways, may have had up to 60 people living there all together, Knight said, along with animals.

Although no intact sets of human remains were found at the site, indicating that the inhabitants probably fled the fire safely, several sheep bones were found burned indoors. “Skeletal remains showed the lambs were three to six months old, suggesting the settlement was destroyed sometime in late summer or early autumn,” according to the university’s news release.

Ceramic and wooden vessels including tiny cups, bowls and large storage jars were also found. Some pots were even designed to nest, stacked inside one another, Knight said — evidence of an interest in aesthetics as well as practicality.

A lot of similar items were found replicated in each home, Knight added, painting the picture of completely independent homesteads for each family unit rather than distinct buildings for shared tasks — much like we live today.

Household inventories often included metal tools, loom weights, sickles for crop harvesting, axes and even handheld razors for cutting hair.

The roundhouses — one of which had almost 50 square meters (nearly 540 square feet) of floor space — had hearths and insulated straw and clay roofs. Some featured activity zones for cooking, sleeping and working akin to modern-day rooms.

The Must Farm settlement has produced the largest collection of everyday Bronze Age artifacts ever discovered in the United Kingdom, according to Historic England, which partly funded the 1.1 million pound ($1.4 million) excavation project.

The public body labeled the site a “time capsule,” including almost 200 wooden artifacts, over 150 fiber and textile items, 128 pottery vessels and more than 90 pieces of metalwork. Some items will go on display at the nearby Peterborough Museum next month.

Archaeologists never found a “smoking gun” cause for the fire, Knight said. Instead, they suspect it was either an attack from “outside forces,” which may explain why the inhabitants never returned to collect their possessions from the debris, or an accidental blaze that spread rapidly across the tightly nestled homes.

“Probably all that was left was the people and what they were wearing; everything else was left behind,” Knight said of the fire.

But the preservation has left a window for people to look back through in the future. “You could almost see and smell their world,” he said.

“The only thing that was missing was the inhabitants,” Knight added. “And yet … I think they were there — you certainly got glimpses.”

[dcxdpdabbles]

the photo au just has me thinking that lady gotham is shipping dead tired and i love it

(it's a change of pace from her shipping dead on main so that's cool too)

"King Phantom," Danny jumps, not expecting the raspy voice to call from the dark alley he was passing. He turns his gaze to the shadows, squinting as a woman made entirely of smoke and tar takes form, towering over him like the skyscrapers of her city.

His head barely reaches the knees of her dark grey dress. Her outline flickers in the air as if she is nothing but the smoke of a flickering candle about to be blown away.

Despite her aristocracy beauty- her high cheekbones, her smooth skin, and lovely dark curls that fall along her shoulders- her presence inspires a terrible amount of dread.

Around him, people continue to walk by, unable to see her but sensing her all the same. Danny quickly moves off the street, entering the alley of darkness- at once, the city's noise is silenced while the two power ghosts are muted in a safe little bubble.

"Lady Gotham," He greets, bowing his head slightly. It's not quite a nod, for that would be too dismissive of a noble lady, but it's not a complete bow, for that would mean she is higher ranked than he.

"How are you enjoying my domain, your majesty?" Lady Gotham breathes her voice, sending chills down his spine.

"It's lovely. My sister and I are truly enjoying exploring it. I particularly enjoy photographing the scenary." He says, keeping the unease out of his voice. Her black-painted lips pull upwards into a smirk as if amused by his attempt at diplomacy.

If there is one thing Danny has learned, it is that while he is the King Of Ghosts, that doesn't mean he has absolute power- politically wise. Many entities have domains for centuries that have, through those years, earned nobility status among the ghosts.

He couldn't just scorn the noble ghosts. Even Pariah Dark- the most potent ghost of all time- was defeated the first time when the nobles- later renamed Ancients- banned together to take him down.

Lady Gotham was not among those Ancients, but Danny knew she could quickly call upon her allies and dethrone him just as easily. If Danny is a King, she would be the Queen of a neighboring kingdom just gearing up for war if he fumbles his manners.

"Is it truly the scenery that catches your fancy? Surely, there are far prettier things to look at in my domain?" Lady Gotham's voice is soft, like the humming of a gentle river.

Danny blinks, thrown by the question. "I can't say I understand, my Lady. What pretty things do you speak of?"

She flips open a fan, hiding half of her face as her black coal eyes stare at him with an appraising glint.

Above them, a hiss of a grappling hook springs out, and Red Robin flips over their heads in pursuit of a fleeing car. Danny's finger twitched with the huge to pull out his camera and finally get a meme-worthy shot of the teenager.

Alas, he can not do so, for he is speaking to a ghost noble who could use his careless behavior against him at the next afterlife high society meeting.

Lady Gotham's eyes crinkle in amusement. "I speak of what I find amusing but what others find shocking. What can be entertaining but others call fascinating. After all, trying to capture one's faults is where true beauty is found."

Danny fights to keep his face pleasant even if he has no idea what she means. She speaks in riddles, at least. That's what it sounds like to him.

He should introduce her to Clockework. They would have a good time talking in circles around each other.

"That's an interesting outlook, my lady." He settles on. She hums, then snaps her fingers. In front of Danny, a paper appears, floating in swirls of smoke.

"My King, I have existed long before humans found this plot of land and bestowed the name Gotham onto me. Yet I find myself lacking in any solid evidence of my precious people. I can interact with their world, but I can never truly step into it. Especially the Waynes. They have done so much for me through generations, and I can't even greet them properly." Lady Gotham's words may sound sad, but her tone only implies amusement. Danny is instantly weary. "I was wondering if I could ask that you- the bridge between both worlds- would do me a favor to remedy this."

The paper floats closer, and on it, Danny can see it is an invention for the Wayne Charity Gala. His name is printed on the guest list, asking that he join them for his donations to the art programs around the city.

Danny never made such donations because the Fenton's are far from wealthy enough to do so. Lady Gotham was behind this, as she could interact with the world but not the humans. Getting money for the programs under his name would be child's play.

He couldn't say no, per the norms of high society, and he knows she is well aware of this. Lady Gotham has cornered him.

"What is the favor, My Lady?" He asks, pocketing the invitation even though his insides are twisting.

"I only ask for a photo of each current Wyanes." She says, her voice now the sound of falling rain on the city. "Each photo should be the of them individually, for it will be what I display in my lair as their portraits."

Oh, she just wants pictures? Danny could do that!

"Of course." He says, smiling easily up at her. "I shall have that done for you."

"Excellent. I shall await the gala with anticipation."

Danny leaves the alley wondering if he will have a suit nice enough for the event. He'll have to contact Kitty- she was raising fashion designer before her untimely death on Johnny's bike- surely she will know what to dress him in.

He wanders around the city for a few hours, trying to get better shots of the buildings and accidentally getting one of Nightwing mid-sneeze. He giggles at the camera, unaware of Lady Gotham sitting in her haunt in the dark clouds above the city, standing over a three-dimensional model of Gotham City and covered in figures of real-life citizens currently residing in her town.

"Hmmm, Jason hasn't had an embarrassing photo today," She mutters, pushing the figure of Red Hood in front of King Phantom's glowing figurine's path. Her gaze falls on Red Robin- her little Tim- as it moves across the city following the live model's movement.

His figure is also glowing, not nearly as brightly as the King's, but the fact it shares the King's glow means the King has unknowingly claimed him.

She hopes that pushing them together in his civilian forms will allow the two to realize their hearts have been given to one another.

"How romantic." She sighs, floating onto her stomach and kicking her feet. "A King in love with a Knight. Society pushes them apart, but their love will conquer all."

"Sister, must you behave in such a childish manner?" A voice cuts in, and Lady Gotham's face twitches. She turns her head to watch her brother's shift between adult and child.

"Brother. What brings you here?" She asks, unbothered by his comment.

"Can I not visit my dearest little sister?" Clockwork asks, reaching over for a one-sided hug. She returns it with a smirk. "Especially when she messes with the life of the King."

"I do not know what you speak of." She huffs, turning her head back to the humans on her board. Around her, thousands and thousands of miniature models appear as she watches everything that is meant to be for the humans.

"Karma, you know better than to interfere with King Phantom's life, especially if it's something as silly as his love life-"

"Ah ah, brother dearest. You are in charge of time, and I control fate. " She grins. "I can guarantee that they are fated to be. I know it."

Clockwork rolls his eyes, shifting into an old man. "You let humans call you Lady Gotham. I highly doubt you know anything."

She hums, grinning as King Phantom's figure drops into a crouch, pointing a mini camera at Red Robin. Quickly, she leans forward to adjust the vigilante in an alluring position, knowing it will cause the King's heart to flutter when he develops the photos.

Clockwork clicks his tongue. "Honestly, don't you have anything better to do?"

"You should leave your tower more often, Brother. Maybe you could find a date and not nag your younger sister constantly." She taps her lips. "That young John Constinune was rather interested in you-"

"I am leaving!"

She laughs. "You can't run away from fate, brother!"

"Watch me!"

Oh, she plans to; after all, what is more amusing to fate than to see people try to defy her? Either they succeed, which is fascinating to watch them conquer all her trials, or they fail, which is entertaining enough to watch them fumble.

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[literallyalbertcamus]

A relationship with Angus Tully headcanons:

(I have a lot to say about this man, so of you keep liking i will keep writting)

Trying to convince him of letting his hair grow long by showing him photos of the Beatles and telling him how hot they look, and that he would look so much hotter. That was at like the third month of your relationship and by christmass his hair has grown, but if anyone ask his girlfriend has nothing to do with it.

The swimwear that barely covers anything? Yeah he choosed it because when you two where talking about the James Bond movies and you keeped blushing at the mention of “On Her Majesty's Secret Service” and that part of the movie. Probably showed it to you in private.

Almost all the first things he gifted to you at the beginig of the relationship that were not chocolates he stole them. That pretty flowers that he gave you when you two decided to study in the small library in town? Took them from someone’s front garden. That very expensive font pen he got you when you told him yours wasn’t writting right? Probably Kountze drop it in ancient history, he’s not sorry, not at all.

All the letters you writte him go straight under his matress, don’t want none of the boys at his dorm founding them.

Speaking of the boys at the dorm, if they tease him for being in a relation with a girl from town, he will not esitate in just trowing all his best insults. In the case they just ask things about sex or that kind, he will say nothing, more than anything to not expose you or your integrity, he’s rather run around campus in only his swimwear that Barton boys bothering you.

[ikilledmyhamster]

Okay listen, what I love about BTD kid au is that Strade, rire, & sano were friends ever since childhood. I mean it's adorable if you actually think about it 😂

I do have a headcannon story that I would like to tell you all so feel free to read this!

I still don't know how the three met, it's kind of like that one trio where they don't even know how they met each other in the first place so let's just go with that. But I'd figured it would go something like this.

Story: Strade was an only child and had no friends due to his behavior. He met sano when he was around probably 6-7 who was stuck in a pond with ropes around his tail (Sano). Strade upon seeing a young boy with a snake tail, was curious and decided to help him...but the two ended up in the rope and it took 2 hours for them to get themselves free. Strade and sano became friends after that and strade didn't even bother asking about why sano had a tail.

The next part is where the two met rire which is kind of in a weird way. Strade got home from his kindergarten and decided to play with sano as the two were close, sano has an idea to summon a demon, which wasn't normal for a child to say that but hey, he's a naga demon so what do you expect? Anyway, they summoned a demon and you might be asking how and why they did it. Well one; They were pretty dumb kids and also just curious, two; Sano found rire's 'symbol' online for odd reasons and decided to try it. They successfully summoned kid rire but...they interrupted his tea time which made the demon prince angry (Btw he's a prince because his family is still alive, so he ain't the demon king yet). After a full on rampage that goes on for about a few hours, they were able to come into an agreement to become friends.

Childhood Moments: Strade, Rire, & Sano would build their own treehouse in their old neighborhood where they used to live, and they would make the treehouse pretty big. Of course the three had their own rooms and storage for their own stuff, by this time strade had an old camcorder, so he used it to create videos and/or memories of their childhood.

The three would go on adventures and weird places or even terrifying ones. Strades parents never really paid any attention to him so they didn't care if he left the house. Strade likes to draw or doodle in his free time, so he draws a lot of art of him, rire and sano. Sano and strade likes to pull pranks on rire. For example one time, they did a water bucket challenge but instead of it being normal cold water, it was holy water which burned poor kid rire skin. Of course he was not happy, but don't worry...he got his revenge.

Another childhood memory is that the three would occasionally watch horror films like slasher films. Especially paranormal activity, every time there is a demon or spirit that is possessing a person, sano and strade were pretty much scared while rire happily watches the scene. BUTTTT, when it comes to the exorcist scenes...Rire would immediately hold his friends with his tentacles while hiding behind them😂😂 (inspo from the photo above)

Another time, sano and strade did a research and they read that in old Russian ancient times, there used to be a saying that brownies could scare off evil spirits or demons. And so...they tried it on rire, the results did not disappoint them. The moment they bought a brownie cake and placed it on the table in front of rire...the poor boy disappeared. Which confused the two at first, but then they realized it actually works! Rire would stay in hell until he knows for sure, that the brownies were gone.

Treehouse: The treehouse that they built in the forest is still there standing stable till this day, and that treehouse holds a lot of childhood memory. Strade Sano & Rire would often sleep in that treehouse as their comfort zone and also since it's the place they mostly hang out in. They carved their names on the treehouse door, something like this; "LR+SK+S" Which obviously means in order; "Lucien Rire+Sano Kojima+Strade". Of course soon strade had to move out of his old town and so did sano and rire. They left their old treehouse but kept their stuff there.

Present: Whenever Y/N is free they sometimes go to the Kojima brothers house just to hangout or sleep over. One day they stumbled upon an old photo of the main trio. Rire in the center, strade on his left side and sano on his right side. The photo looked like it was taken a few years back and Y/N was able to open the frame and found a note attached to the back of the photo which had coordinates, which if your guessing correctly; Leads to their old treehouse. Akira & Y/N visited that place and found the treehouse with all of their stuff still there in the same places where they left it. And if they went all the way to the back, they would find a wooden box container which is filled with many cassette tapes and writing of dates. Strade would record those childhood videos and put them on cassette tapes so there was a lot of them. Of course, Y/N & Akira ended up watching some of the videos in the end and didn't bother telling sano, strade, or rire.

Anyway that's pretty much my version of the BTD main trio kid AU. Let me now which one should I do next down below here ⬇️⬇️⬇️

(Btw, credits to the art above belongs to @darqx)

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Devil in Disguise

[A/N: Let's just pretend this isn't like two weeks overdue, mmkay?]

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Request: Jethro Gibbs x female reader (possession, brat/brat tamer dynamic)

“Tell me you’re not wearing that right now.”

Pressing your phone closer to one ear and your finger into the other, you say, “What? It’s so loud hear, Jay, I can’t hear you.”

“I said-”

“Hang on.” Snagging a fresh beer from the cooler, you pass your favorite colleague on your way to the balcony and mouth, It’s Jethro, by way of an explanation for your absence for the next few minutes. She nods in understanding before throwing you an exaggerated wink, and you indulge in a smile back. “Okay,” you breathe once out in the fresh air. Music is still pumping from inside the building, but it’s at a much more reasonable level with the door closed behind you. “What’s up, baby?”

“What’s up? What’s up?”

“Mhm,” you respond easily, masking your delighted giggle with a pull from your beer.

“I found your little… gift,” he grumbles. “That’s what’s up.”

“You like it?”

He peruses the Polaroids spread out across the coffee table featuring you in a “Halloween costume” -that, to him, looks better suited for roleplay in the bedroom- in various suggestive positions. You had been kind enough to sneak the stack into Jethro’s current nightly read so that the photos would fall out as he settled into the couch to pass the time before you returned home.

“What do you think, brat?” he growls lightly, pulling one photo of you kneeling before the mirror in your bedroom closer to admire the way your lacy red lingerie peeks out from beneath your white skirt.

You hum in mock contemplation on the other end of the line before settling on, “Sounds like you like ‘em a lot.”

“I want to take you over my lap for wearing it out of the house without me there to ward off any straying eyes. And then I want to rip it off with my teeth.”

You inhale a sharp breath, then produce a dumbfounded albeit excited, “Oh.” 

“Yeah. Oh. When are you coming home?”

“A few hours?” you guess. “I didn’t expect your case to wrap up tonight.”

He grunts by way of a response, ever the poet. Then, “Are you having fun at least?”

An idea pops into your head, and you grin to yourself. “Not as much fun as I could be having, but yes. I’ll see you at home, okay? Love you, handsome.”

“Call me when you’re ready for me to come get you,” he says, one of his many versions of I love you. “See you later, honey.”

After catching up with your coworkers and downing some more liquid courage, you sneak off to the nearest bathroom, securely closing and locking the door behind you. You hike your leg up on the counter to show off your lacy underwear and tug your top down enough to free your tits from the confines of your push-up bra before snapping a picture with an angelic smile to complement your all-white outfit and wings. 

You type out, If only I had a strong, sturdy gunnery sergeant to teach me a lesson about respecting my elders… and send your text off with a sly grin before righting yourself and returning to the party.

You can’t help checking your phone and watching the minutes tick by without a response, wondering if your old man is upset with your bratty teasing- or if he even managed to open the attachment on his ancient device.

When you look up from checking your phone for the twelfth time in as many minutes, you find your friend’s eyes widening comically as she quietly announces, “Boyfriend at six o’clock and he does not look happy.”

Before you can even process her words, you find yourself hoisted into the air, your angel wings flapping in protest as you settle over Jethro’s solid shoulder. “Took you long enough,” you huff with faux indignance. Even without looking, he knows your lips are turned downward in a pout and your arms are crossed.

“Yeah?” he rumbles out, waiting until you’ve exited the building and are away from prying eyes to land a firm smack to your ass. You let out a yelp and he asks, “This what you wanted?”

“Pretty much,” you admit, shooting him a cheeky grin when he lays you down across the backseat of his truck before climbing in between your spread legs.

Jethro shakes his head with a laugh, plucking a stray feather from your fake wings off his shoulder. Then he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, and you can’t help but moan and buck up against him in response. “Need you,” you whine, using the collar of his polo shirt as leverage to pull him closer.

“I know,” he soothes quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth while his fingers hook into your panties to tug them down your legs. His eyes grow a shade darker when you squirm beneath him with a whimper, the dim overhead car light reflecting in the wetness coating your upper thighs. “But first I need to teach my little angel a lesson about respecting her elders.”

[jessamine-rose]

⋆ Sunt Lacrimae Rerum ⋆

Of all devils, I didn’t think Lucifer would be the second to inspire his own one-shot. Fun fact, this idea was originally for my next set of WHB headcanons but it expanded into its own fic. Thanks for the brainrot and historical revelations, Lucifer ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Note:: Pre-release Lucifer, dacryphilia

♡ 0.8k words under the cut ♡

As Lucifer’s lover, you are a willing subject to his desires. The taste of your tears, the sight of your crying face, his influence over your body—all of it constitutes his forbidden fruit, one he can never get enough of.

Unfortunately, due to your roles in Hell, the two of you rarely have time for each other. Days can pass in Lucifer’s absence, in the company of other devils, in a haze of longing and insecurity. At times, you wonder: Does he miss you? How can you retain his favor in spirit?

The idea comes in the form of a memory. Once, while browsing the internet, you came across a photo of vintage “tear-catchers.” According to the description, the aesthetic vials were used by mourning Victorians; a few were even found in ancient Greek and Roman tombs. Granted, you’re still alive and your lover prefers fresh tears, but it would be a nice keepsake. A small part of you forever in his possession.

Thus begins your mission to prepare a special gift for Lucifer! First, you ask your friends to help you acquire a tear-catcher. After a few questions and odd looks, Ppyong brings you to the best craftsman in Gehenna. The glass-blower is also confused by your commission, but it doesn’t take long for them to create a personalized tear-catcher.

Next, you have to fill the vial with your own tears. This is achieved by watching sad movies, cutting onions, and following tutorials on how to cry. Now the final step is to present it to your beloved and witness his reaction~

⋆ ✦ ⋆

“Oh, what’s this?”

As expected, the tear-catcher is a perfect fit for Lucifer. Gilt, black enamel, and scarlet beads form a serpentine design. A ruby, sculpted in the shape of a familiar horn, serves as the stopper. Most curious are the contents, a clear liquid of higher viscosity than water.

On his desk rests an opened box and untied ribbons. Carefully, you place the gift in his hands and offer a bright smile.

“Do you like it? It was made just for you!”

He accepts it, eyes alight with curiosity. “This fluid feels familiar. Is this…?”

Your smile widens. “Yup, these are my tears! You’re probably familiar with tear-catchers, right? I commissioned a craftsman to make one, then I used it every time I cried. What do you think?”

A product of your blood, sweat, and tears—minus the blood.

For a few seconds, Lucifer just stares at the gift. Black nails carefully grip the bottle, tilting it ever so slightly to make the tears flow. You remain in front of his desk, shifting your stance.

Finally, he looks up. Gold eyes make contact with yours, bright with amusement.

“It’s pretty,” he comments. “And I can only imagine the effort it took to fill it with your own tears.”

He likes it! “You’re welcome!”

“But I do wonder,” he continues. He sets down the bottle, curiosity overtaking his features. “You do know that tear-catchers are a hoax, yes?”

…What?

He takes your silence as an answer. “No such item existed in the Victorian era or any historical period. In reality, what humans call ‘tear-catchers’ are actually perfume bottles. One of this type would typically be disposed of once empty.”

“I…I see.” Your smile falters, pride giving way to chagrin. “Of course, someone like you would’ve immediately recognized it if they were legit. Ahh now everyone’s reactions make sense.”

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

A soft laugh interrupts your thoughts.

When you look up, the tear-catcher is off the desk. Lucifer holds it up to the light, a soft smile making its way to his face.

“Nonetheless, I appreciate the gesture,” he tells you. His eyes are blown wide, light against darkness. “And your pride was absolutely delicious, so do remain satisfied with your present. It will be of great comfort to me during our time apart.”

“I…all right!” Your cheeks remain flushed but no longer from embarrassment. “That is good to hear. At least my time wasn’t wasted.”

“Besides.” He rises from his desk, leaning closer to caress your cheek. “I prefer seeing your tears on your face. Won’t you indulge me again, ______?”

⋆ BONUS ⋆

______: SEVEN DAYS!!

Satan: What are they talking about?

Ppyong: It’s not that big of a deal—

Sitri: We wanted to honor your dedication—

______: That’s how long you stood by and watched me cry into a fake antique! Do you know how difficult it was to deposit my tears into such a tiny bottle?!

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Still hornii?? Read my other WHB fics <3

To think that I learned the truth of the tear-catcher because of an R18 game….y’all can also thank @diodellet for inspiring this idea during a chat about Genshin *cough* I highly recommend her Lyney fic *cough*

Among the devils we haven’t met yet, Lucifer piqued my interest by virtue of looking so pretty. I can’t wait to learn more about him~

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[onyourowndaisymae]

would i follow these obey me characters on social media? + social media headcanons

explanations + hcs below the cut:

content warnings: playful mentions of cyberbullying/death threats (reader's discretion advised)

post notifications on, loyal mutuals for life: thirteen, barbatos, mammon, satan

you cannot convince me thirteen does not have the funniest fucking twitter imaginable. she posts a lot of funny shit herself but also retweets a lot of good content too. she seems like the type to get in fights on social media and win by humiliating her opponent in the funniest way possible. probably makes a lot of jokes about fucking one or both of your parents

the barbatos one might be controversial but hear me out. i think that any account he'd run in association to his work would be dry as hell. but a personal, deeply private account? funny as FUCK. i think this man wouldn't post very often but when he does, it is quite literally some of the funniest shit you've ever seen. he's ancient, too, so i think he'd be persistent. just years of logging on to tell elon musk to k*ll himself (whiCH I AM NOT ENDORSING @ THE GOV IM JUST MAKING A JOKE OKAY WE'RE ALL LAUGHING HERE) in new and creative ways

mammon would probably post a lot about his shenanigans and that to me is worth tuning in to. i think his social media would consist of him posting about a new scheme/plan part of the way through (when things are most exciting) and then updating hours/days later with an "update: lucifer caught me and made me wear a dunce hat for a week straight" or something like that

satan would post the most normally in this category but i think he'd have some genuinely interesting stuff. he'd probably use a photo-based platform like instagram (technically devilgram but y'know what i mean) and his content would fall into two categories: cat pics and the most amazing, exclusive events you've ever seen. he'll post a photo dump of cats he feeds one week and then next is him at some gorgeous exclusive hot springs on a free trip one of his connections invited him on.

mutuals by choice <3: asmo, simeon, luke, levi

asmo posts a lot about himself, but like. c'mon. he's so pretty. and he also just posts a lot of pretty aesthetic influencer photos so it's nice to see him on your feed. he posts a lot, too, so your feed never quite runs dry when he's your mutual. he's also the type to hype your photos up in the comments like you're the only other person on the platform. lots of heart emojis and flirtatious comments on very mundane posts

simeon would be fun to follow in the way that old people are fun to follow on social media. long, sweet captions on his weekly post (that someone helped him post), cute but off-center selfies with the things he cares about, funny grandpa comments on your photos-- ex. "nice photo mc... 👍" without realizing how funny that comes off

luke is just cute and posts cute things. lots of stray animals, pretty sunsets, and cute baked goods. he's even got a few rare photos of barbatos on there looking slightly relaxed. levi made luke's accounts private when he first set them up bc he's been on too many weird corners of the internet to let that innocent angel be corrupted.

speaking of levi, he'd post a LOT about his dorky (affectionate) interests. he's one of the few that would post every day on multiple platforms. there's a pretty small chance you care about each and every thing he posts but regardless, it's nice to see him so enthused and happy.

mutuals bc i'd feel bad unfollowing: belphie, lucifer, diavolo, mephisto

belphie's accounts have all been inactive for YEARS, but if you unfollow him he does get offended. he found out asmo unfollowed him at some point and started an argument about it.

lucifer's social media is also rarely active, but anything he posts is usually at least a little important, so if you unfollow he'll know and get on you about missing it.

diavolo's account is quite literally all royal bullshit and official devildom information, but seeing as he doesn't have personal social media, he still values his friends following him. if you unfollow, his feelings will be hurt, but he'll stay quiet about it.

mephisto's account literally just posts the same lame shit that the RAD newspaper account does, word-for-word and post-for-post. unfollowing either of these accounts comes off as a slight from the feeble human that doesn't care about the devildom. his complaining is always so loud.

not following + no plans to follow: beel, raphael

beel posts exclusively about food. he doesn't run a food-themed account, that's literally all he finds interesting enough to post. he rates all of his meals after he finishes, too. fun, but not my type of content.

something in my heart of hearts tells me raphael's photos are all blurry. like he just thinks his D.D.D. camera is bad when really he won't focus the damn camera before taking a pic.

blocked, reported, cyberbullied for good measure: solomon

i KNOW this man is a menace on social media. he probably eggs on conspiracy theorists and purposely spreads misinformation. it's funny at first until following him starts filling your feed with the crazy bullshit he likes/retweets. he is playing devil's advocate on social media for the dumbest, most argumentative people online bc he thinks it's funny and it's quite literally going to drive you insane if you don't block him. when he's causing problems, he's posting stupid shit. he'd be the type to unironically post the "saw a snail today. effervescent" shit

[kikiwooo]

[ What are you getting for Valentine's Day? ]

notes; multiple characters

© @/kikiwooo

X.Borg

A really well made heart shaped necklace that he's pretty proud of. It gives off a warm feeling upon coming into contact with your skin.

Julian

A bouquet of chocolate roses. A sweet present for his one and only.

Fredrinn

He has fixed his whole place (Fredrinn's) accordingly to the event of the day, white pink and red.. balloons and sparkles everywhere. Also there's rather a big cake sitting on top of his desk.

Lancelot

Never a Valentine's Day is go not him dramatically asking your hand to a dance in a middle of a rose garden.

Claude

Be prepared to find all kinds of jewellery under your pillow, also brand new clothes waiting for you.

Ling

A baby koi fish that he caught. He knows you'll look after it better than he will.

Natan

He'll get you something really ancient.. like a pretty old fashioned crown left from an glorious kingdom, or an extincted animal. Maybe a rather heavy book about literally anything just because you were interested in it.

Aamon

...Ironically you found the Duke on his knees on top of the bed, wrapped in red ribbon rather tightly and glaring at you with a little note which was written in Gusion's handwriting...

Yin

Did you knew that he's quite skilled in making flower crowns? Whatever he uses to make them they'd look perfect like his smile. By using literally anything

Granger

A photo album filled with the two of you. Didn't knew that he had quite the eye for photography.

Joy

A cake. A full cake...not bitten or licked, how suspicious. It's cute to see her so determined to give you this.

Zilong

A dragon plushy with a long and fluffy scarf he made. He made? He made.

Hanabi

She actually takes you out to a nice romantic dinner. Only the two of you and nothing to hide..

Miya

A nice and a pleasant moments with her under the moon while it shines down onto both of you. There's a small stream down there with silver fish swimming in it.

Argus

A gorgeous white dove. His claw like hands held the creature in his light grip and offers to you- the dive tilts it's head ever so slightly, looking at you with a curious gaze.

Gusion

He got both of you matching oversized hoodies for you guys to toe each other with its ropes.

Lunox

She'll take you out with her to watch many shows and be part to many events, occasionally winning each other many things.

Beatrix

A small colourful notebook filled with you and her's doodles with notes here and there, it seemed to be kept daily.

Nolan

A walk around the Eruditio with him side by side, watching many events of Valentine's unfold. He'd take you to a high spot to watch the fireworks at the end of the day.

Guinevere

This day is so important to this lady, from going to many places, eating every kind of foods and drinking a huge variety of drinks, also going to shopping and returning with dozens of bags.

Lieh

.......he'll let you top him tonight.

Kadita

She'll gift you the brightest and the biggest pearl in her ocean.

Khaleed

A parrot with vivid colours, it has a huge cage and what's the best of it- it's friendly and sings.

Yu Zhong

A charm from the Black Dragon himself to protect you from the evil.

Leomord

Horse riding. Whether you choose to ride with or side by side.

[actiniumwrites]

WORLDS APART

synopsis: the leaves kazuha once scattered at sea after fleeing Inazuma somehow ended up in your hands — the hands of his lover.

based on one of his teapot lines: “In the past, I collected maple leaves upon the autumnal winds and carried them on my person. When I was on the boat, I scattered them across the surface of the ocean and watched them float to distant shores. Perhaps another homesick soul will have picked up one of those leaves...”

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

wc: 587

warnings: none

notes: i came up with this idea back in september and completely forgot about it until i found it in my notes recently. i think i originally wanted it to be a full fic but i honestly think a drabble format fits better. enjoy :)

“This one is a picture of my parents,” you spoke softly. Kazuha leaned closer to you to get a better look. His shoulders were against yours and his head that was once leaned sideways on your shoulder was now propped upright.

“They look so in love,” he commented in a whisper. The fondness in his voice was not amiss to you. Something about the way he seemed so intrigued in your little scrapbook made way for a smile to pull at the side of your lips.

For hours, the two of you had been talking about anything and everything on the little couch in your house, cuddled up next to each other. There had been a storm over Liyue and it hadn’t appeared to be stopping anytime soon, and thus, the two of you settled down and began talking. Not that you minded, you actually loved moments like these with him.

The conversation got deep pretty quickly. Sometimes topics you had long forgotten about had come up. Others — those in which you cherished — seemed to bring laughter and make the storm seem a little less gloomy. And memories of Kazuha’s never seemed to fail at making you smile. Sad or not, he always had a beautiful way of speaking about them.

Soon enough, you had remembered your little scrapbook — one that held years of memories in photos, trinkets, and things you’ve collected over your lifetime. Some of them were stupid and funny, others seemed to be like ancient artifacts that were fragile enough to be broken and lost to time forever. You loved each and every one of them all the same.

Admittedly, you were unsure how it slipped your mind to show Kazuha it before. The two of you had been dating for almost a year and a half now and it was something you were certain he would love to look at.

Flipping the page, Kazuha’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of a beautiful red maple leaf. It was neatly placed on the paper and sealed so it wouldn’t come up. Lustrous gold flakes seemed to adorn the space around it, complimenting it perfectly. In the bottom corner, a little date was etched into the paper — one that wrote nearly two years ago.

Kazuha hummed as his hand moved to gently angle the page toward him, “What’s this one from?”

“It’s a leaf I found at the docks one day. Not too sure how it got all the way to Liyue, but it meant a lot to me when I found it.”

“How so?”

You paused before answering, “I don’t really know? I guess I was just feeling a bit homesick with my parents being gone and all. I had been sitting down at the docks when I found a few of these, but I had only taken this one. It was strangely comforting, so, I kept it.”

Could it be?

“You know, when I was about to flee Inazuma, I remember bringing some of these leaves with me from Ritou. At some point on my journey, I had taken the leaves and scattered them off the boat while thinking of my own homesickness. Perhaps…this is one of them?,” Kazuha wondered aloud.

It was strangely coincidental or, perhaps, it wasn’t coincidence at all. Perhaps, it was that of fate’s dealing. Either way, the idea brought a fond smile to your face. To think the two of you may have been connected long before even meeting one another.

“Maybe.”

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Ghostly bats and camera straps

source: #ghosts-and-bats

P

Danny gets stuck in Tim's camera

Tim thinks the fact that all the photos are in black and white are because he dropped/it broke, and that the people he sees in the photos but swears weren't there when he took the photo, well he blames that on a lack of sleep.

if he takes a photo of Jason's ghost following Batman around, then that's a hallucination caused by grief, nothing else

when he starts seeing neon green words begging for help on otherwise blank walls, he realises something might be up

he'll take a photo of graffiti because wow that's some pretty art of Batman and Robin and over top is just bold, neon green text saying he should smash his camera

it's all a big misunderstanding, but Tim thinks there's some ancient evil being in his camera, so he keeps it to make sure that it can never escape

K

his parents brought him the camera back from some place they were doing archeology things at, they didn't know it was left by a magician trying to catch ghosts in photographs

alternately: it fell out of the ghost zone and into their site

P

he sets it up to take a family photo and Thomas and Martha are in the back, standing behind Bruce

K

shows the camera to Raven or Constantine and they're like "!!!"

P

they ask if they can use it, and he gets oddly defensive about it

"no, you can't touch my weird monochrome camera, it was a gift from my parents!"

K

even funnier if some boomerang just comes out of no-where aiming for the camera

follow closely by a girl with white hair yelling, "We finally found the fucker"

Danny's camera got lost in time but they didn't know that, they've only been looking for him for like a dozen hours or so

P

ooh ooh what if the camera can sorta stun ghosts

K

Dani just stops in her tracks, staring, until someone tackles her and she snaps out of it

P

Tim uses the time to run away

que shenanigans of Tim running around Gotham being chased by some weird glowing girl, the only way to stop her being to take a photo of her

even funnier if he's not Robin, and Batman sees this boy running across rooftops screaming bloody murder

maybe Dani can only be seen through the camera lens?

K

omg she goes invisible to try and get the jump on the twerp

Sam and Tucker are in the Fenton jet and batman is like "wtf is going on here?!?! you are 100% not allowed to do that"

P

Sam grabs Tim by the scruff and "politely" asks for his camera

Tucker is enamoured by the Batmobile™️

Danny can only see the photos taken by the camera, there's a sudden influx of blurry/poorly taken photos of who he can only assume is his clone and his two best friends

each photo of Dani, he can vaguely make out her stunned expression

the camera takes perfectly normal photos of ghosts, so the fact that Dani comes out blurred means that Tim is not on his game

h

The messages on walls turn into "those are my friends!"

That doesn't help

S

How does Tim find out that the ghost in his camera isn't evil?

Oh! Danny is hurt really badly and suffering while in the camera and the writing on the walls is written in his ectoplasm! Just for added angst!

H

THIS WHOLE IDEA IS WONDERFUL IM DYING

W

Poor Tim and Danny when Danny finally gets out

S

It actually causes Danny more pain when Tim takes pictures, but it's the only way Danny can communicate or try to reach out.  Tim would feel horrible when he finds out.

W

I can feel the emotional damage lol

S

But still

How does Danny get out?

And I wanna know how the conversation goes when they all figure out the misunderstanding.

H

Sidenote but I vote that we name this AU  Ghostly bats and camera straps

h

Sam punches Tim and Tucker takes the camera

H

yes

[blogforfauna]

Canis dingo, or maybe Canis lupus dingo, or maybe Canis familiaris dingo

Some researchers think dingoes are an ancient breed of domesticated dogs brought to Australia around 4,000 years ago by Asian seafarers. Others think they are a distinct species closely related to grey wolves and domestic dogs, similar to coyotes and jackals.

Either way, dingoes are very closely related to wolves and domestic dogs and are able to interbreed with them. Most dingoes in Australia now are mixed with many different dog breeds. One of these dingo-dog hybrids is the Australian cattle dog, which is a pretty popular dog breed used for herding cattle.

Dingoes are found in every state of Australia except for Tasmania. The dingo’s relative, the New Guinea singing dog, is also found in the mountains of New Guinea. Named for their unique yodeling howls, singing dogs are one of the most endangered canines in the world. They were believed to be extinct in the wild until a small population was found two years ago.

Those that live in the high Alpine habitats of southeast Australia are known as Alpine dingoes. They are often lighter in color and grow thicker coats than those that live in desert or forest habitats. Desert dingoes that live in northern Australia are the typical bright orange color. They are larger than other dingoes, generally weighing around 40 pounds (18 kg) with some reaching over 50 pounds (22.7 kg). There are dingoes that live in forests and have dark tan or black fur, but they are most likely not purebred.

Fraser Island off the east coast of Australia is home to around 200 dingoes. With no pet dogs on the Island, they are purebred. Fraser Island and Alpine dingoes are possibly the last populations that are not mixed with domestic dogs.

Often living in packs of up to 12 individuals, dingoes are very social. The dominant male and female of these packs are the parents of all the others. They rarely bark to communicate with each other, instead using a variety of howls.

In areas with small prey like hares, rodents, and reptiles, dingoes generally hunt alone. They still might live in packs, but they only rest and play with each other. In areas with larger prey like kangaroos and sheep, they hunt as a pack. Their tendency to hunt sheep causes farmers to target them, so the dingo population is classified by some as vulnerable but by others as endangered due to poisoning, trapping, and shooting.

Dingoes hunt by ganging up on larger prey with multiple pack members or by scaring small prey out of thickets and then pouncing. They are very flexible so they can follow prey into tight spaces. Like a cat, if a dingo’s head can fit through something, its whole body can.

Wandi ^

I would also like to mention Wandi, who is a very good dingo. He was dropped by an eagle into a backyard when he was 5 weeks old. It was discovered soon after that he was a rare alpine dingo, so he went to live at the Dingo Discovery Sanctuary and Research Centre. He’s helping protect the species and he even has his own Instagram account.

I rate the dingo 17/10. A very Australian animal

Photo credits:

(1) Jamie Lamb (2) Michelle J Photography (3) Michael Hains (4) Christopher Hopkins (5) tanyahattingh

[picturejasper20]

So, Vlad Corrupted AU

Words: Around 1940 words

Summary: One day Danny finds Vlad in his mansion a strange state. Vlad's ghost form is drastically different and he doesn't seem remember who he is. Because of this, Danny tries helping Vlad to go back to normal by bringing his memories back. As some time passes, Danny begins to reflect on his relationship with the older halfa and the reasons of why he is helping him, not being sure of why.

-Note that this isn't meant to be a full story. It is more like a ¨pilot¨, if you could say, of the overall idea i have for this AU. I may write a whole story based on it in the future.

Flying as fast as he could, he dodged some floating islands that were on his way, trying to not crash into them from the speed he was going. He already had a lost quite a lot of time having to fight a ghost on his way back home and having released them in the Ghost Zone afterwards. When he had been trying to pack up the things he needed, Jack came, telling him about the new idea for an invention he had come up with. He pretended to listen until he said that it was getting late as he had to meet with Tucker.

That was a lie.

Or a semi-lie, because Danny was indeed going to visit someone, but he wasn’t fully sure if he would call him a ¨friend¨ yet. The nature from their relationship had been pretty weird since this whole thing started.

The teen was carrying a backpack and a bag that had different stuff in them. It was mostly food, some old photos and blankets. It was important for where he needed to go, which had become a routine for him around the last month.

Not arriving on time wasn’t exactly a problem. However, he didn’t want to make the other wait too long neither. He didn’t want him to become worried and go to look for him, specially not in the state he was currently in.

Finally, at the distance, Danny saw the island he was flying forwards to. It was around half of the size of Skulker’s island, with some trees spread around and what would be a hill in the center of it all. It was in a desolated part of the Ghost Zone where the biggest threat one could stumble into was a group of wandering blobs.

Danny flew down to the island to the direction of the hill. He landed and started walking for a few minutes until he came close to a opening cave that was at the base of the hill. He looked around and yelled.

¨Hey, I’m here! I’m sorry that I got a bit late, some stuff happened.¨ He moved closer to the cave, waiting for some movement or response back. ¨Are you here?¨

Some shrieks sounds came from the cave, answering back. Two red pupiless eyes appeared inside the opening, observing at Danny with attention.

¨You can come out. It is just me, it is safe.¨ The teen made a gesture to the being that was hiding to approach him. The entity blinked a few times and then slowly flew to where Danny was, making more shrieks sounds.

The being himself was Vlad Plasmius, also known as Vlad Masters. Except his appearance had some clear differences to the ones he usually had. He was in his ghost form but most of his body looked like a shadow. His red eyes and teeth were the main things that weren’t shadow like. His form was quite taller than his usual ghost form and his hands had sharp point to them, as they were claws. Some parts of his suit and cape were torned but was hard to pick up because of them being the same color.

Vlad flew around Danny while making some chirp and bat sounds. Together they sounded that like actual words, as he was telling something to the teen. He was curious about what it was inside the backpack and the bag, watching them in detail.

The young halfa had found out that the sounds Vlad was actually making was an ancient language called Ghost Speak. When he first heard of this, he started doing more research on it, trying to see if he learn how to speak it to understand Plasmius better but, so far, he had only picked up a few words. For Danny’s luck, the man was still able to understand human language, or english in this case.

¨Yeah, yeah, i know you want to see what i brought this time. Just give me a minute¨ Danny left the backpack and bag on the ground. He opened the backpack, moving things around. He took out a green bowl, showing it to Vlad. ¨These are the leftovers from the stew i had last night. I hope you don’t mind them being cold¨

The older halfa ghost grabbed the bowl and the spoon that was passed to him, chirpping as he did so. He went and sit on a rock, eating the leftovers from the bowl with much pleasure. In meantime Danny continued pulling out things such as blankets, bottles full of water, biscuits and cheese. While searching on his backpack, he touched something thin. He took it out and saw it was a photo of a landscape.

He looked at Vlad, who had finished eating and was now floating around. With a smile, he enthusiastically flew and moved the photo to the other’s eye level for the other to see.

¨Hey, does this look familiar to you?¨ The photo was a field landscape from Wisconsin, with different trees on the side of the road and in between the fields. There were hills in the background. The entire scenario had different shades of green under a clear blue clean sky.

Vlad narrowed his eyes at the sight of image. He grabbed it with a claw, pulling it closer. After what it must have been minutes, his eyes opened wide and faced Danny, chirpping as he pointed at the photo.

¨You know it?¨ He saw Vlad nod his head in response. ¨So you do remember!¨ His expression turned happier, his eyes filled with hope.

That’s another aspect that Danny had learned when he first had found Vlad in this state: The man wasn’t fully able to remember who he was, with only having some vague fuzzy memories in between. He didn’t have an idea of who he was or what had changed his form like that. He even had tried attacking Danny when the teen had spotted him at his mansion on Wisconsin until he was reminded of who Daniel was.

When Danny tried asking Clockwork, he was explained that Vlad was ¨corrupted¨. It could happen for multiple reasons, one of the most common ones having correlation with a ghost’s emotional drive- what motivates them, their main desire- however there could be other reasons for it to happen.

There wasn’t an specific cure for corruption, as it was unique the way it manifested itself on each ghost. In spite of returning from corruption it was pretty rare to happen, Clockwork suggested that the ghost being reminded of who they used to be could be a good way to start, such as showing them things they could be familiar with.

So, for the past month, Danny has been checking up on Vlad and trying to find anything he could about his personal life. The places he has lived in, his family, books he has read…it had been a rather slow process but it seemed to be working so far.

Now he was currently sitting under a tree, resting with his hands behind his head. Vlad was next to him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, probably being half-asleep. After Danny had told him about his day and the ghost fight he had, the two had fallen into silence, staying like that for a while.

Danny moved his gaze from the green swirls in the sky to the halfa who was beside him. In spite of not remembering well who Danny was, for some reason he seemed have to certain fondness of the teen. He was one of the few ghosts or people that Vlad didn’t jump to attack at plain sight. The young halfa wasn’t sure himself why this happened, why of all the people Vlad would see his own archnemesis as an ally. On the other hand, it was a good thing, as he didn’t want know what would had happened if it hadn’t been the case.

Speaking about that, Danny still wasn’t sure why he was helping Vlad. At first it had been a feeling of pity, because waking up one day having not knowing who you are and having transformed into something else must be really confusing for anyone. But after that it had changed into something different… a sentiment he couldn’t himself explain. Perhaps curiosity to learn more about Vlad… or being the only other halfa he knew oustide of Dani… whatever it was it was unclear for him.

The situation of their current dynamic was hard to define as well. Since Vlad didn’t remember who Danny was, that meant that he didn’t fight nor try to manipulate him. There wasn’t any worry of Vlad coming up with a plan to attack Jack or drag the Fentons into his fruitloop plans. In his corruption state, the older halfa didn’t have much idea of his battle history against Danny and he treated the teen more as a friend.

It had been certainly been… weird, to put it lightly, being able to interact with Plasmius without being blasted through a wall or zapped into unconsciousness. It almost felt nice being able to hang out like this with the millionaire… if it weren’t for the fact that it wasn’t something that the adult ghost had chosen to do, as it was more result of his mind being confused.

Sam and Tucker had suggested Danny to not worry about Vlad considering the bad things he had done, that no one owned him anything. Tucker had even brought up that it could be a good idea to leave him in the state he was in, since Danny wouldn’t have to worry about him bothering him again, and, to Danny and Tucker’s surprise, Sam had agreed with Tucker in his idea.

Part of him wouldn’t deny that his friends had a point. It has been rather quiet ever since Vlad had transformed… however, another part of him felt it wasn’t right to leave him like this. It felt somewhat cruel, even with being a fruitloop archnemesis.

He let out a sigh and moved his hand to the adult halfa’s shoulder, shaking him a bit. ¨Hey¨ The other opened his eyes at the movement, making an annoyed tired growl. ¨It’s getting quite late for me. I think i should get going¨ He stood up from the tree, followed up by his counterpart. As he walked to pick up his backpack and bag, he heard a low cry from behind. He turned around to see Vlad with a sad look on his face, with his ears dragged down. The expression made him look like a kicked puppy.

Feeling guilt in his stomach, he dragged a hand down on his face and went back to grabbing his things. ¨Look, i know you want me to stay a bit longer but i have to go. Remember i told you that i have my home back on Amity Park. My parents are going to get mad if i’m late for dinner¨

He looked at the older halfa again, who was still down with a disappointed expression. He approached him wearing a kind smile. ¨Don’t worry. I’ll be back in two days. Okay?¨

He waited until he saw the other changing his mood, who returned a sad smile and chirped, nodding at Danny.

With a wave, Danny turned to the sky and took off, leaving the island. He looked back at it a few times. Once it was a mere spot in the distance, he faced ahead, accelerating his own speed, hoping that he would reach home in time to avoid getting into trouble.

[aspenmissing]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

"But how your last name is Gane, not Shiro...Gane ohhh, Gane is the shortened version of Shirogane" Lance says, realizing.

"You just figured that out now" Y/N says, face palming.

"Anyway, sorry to interrupt this grand reveal, but back to the aliens" Hunk says, looking to Shiro "Where are they now? Are they coming? Are they coming for all of us? Like where are they at this very moment?"

"I can't really put it together. I-I remember the word Voltron. It's some kind of weapon they're looking for, but I don't know why. Whatever it is, I think we need to find it before they do" Shiro explains. Hunk then goes through two bags.

"Well last night, I was rummaging through Pidge and Y/N's stuff, and I found these pictures. " Hunk shows everyone a picture of Pidge and a girl. And Y/N with Shiro, him giving her a piggy back "Look it's his girlfriend. And I always wondered why Y/N and Shiro were so close, until now"

"Hey, gimme that!" Pidge says, snatching the photo back and her bag. 

"What were you doing in out stuff?" Y/N asks, getting her photo back from Hunk, placing it into her coat pocket and grabbing her own bag.

""I wa—I was looking for a candy bar. But then, I found Pidge's diary and started reading it" Hunk pulls out Pidge's diary. Y/N steals it back, giving it back to Pidge.

"You don't go through people's things, Hunk!"

"And I noticed that the repeating series of numbers the aliens are searching for looks a lot like a Fraunhofer life"

"From...who?" Keith asks.

"It's a number describing the emission spectrum of an element, only this element doesn't exist on Earth . I thought it might be this Voltron , and I think I can build a machine to look for it, kinda like a Voltron Geiger Counter"

"Hunk, you big, gassy genius!" Lance says.

"It's pretty fascinating, really. Th-The wavelength looks like this" Hunk pulls out a graph of the wavelength. Keith grabs it from him.

"Give me that" Keith matches the wavelength's appearance to an array of boulders he has seen and has a photo of him.

==

The group arrives at the location with Hunk's new device, which Pidge holds up.

 "...Okay, I admit it. This is super freaky" Lance said.

"I'm getting a reading" Hunk uses the device to locate a cave with ancient carvings inside

 "Whoa" we all said.

 "What are these?" Shiro asks as they all look around.

 "These are the lion carvings I was telling you about, They're everywhere around here" Keith says. Lance approaches a carving and touches it, causing all of them to light up, surprising everyone.

"Whoa... Whoa!" He jumped back a bit. 

"Heh, they've never done that before" The ground beneath them collapses and the group all fall down, sliding down on water. Y/N laughs as everyone screams. Pidge is sat on Hunk's shoulder, pulling his hair. They all make it to the end, and Y/N was first down. Unfortunately, Lance has landed on the girl, knocking the air out of her. 

"Ow" She groans.

"Oh sorry, Y/N" Lance smiles sheepishly, helping her up. Lance looked up and gasps.

"They are everywhere" They look to see a big robotic blue lion, a force field around it.

 "Is this it? Is this the Voltron?" Pidge said.

 "It...must be" Shiro says.

"This is what's been causing all of this crazy energy out here" Y/N says walking towards the lion. The rest following.

"Looks like there's a force field around it" Keith says.

"Does anyone else get the feeling this is staring at them" Lance says while moving from side to side. 

"Hmm... no" Shiro said making a weird look at lance. 

"Yeah the eyes are totally following me" he still continued to move side to side. Keith runs up to the force field and touches it with no reaction. 

"I wonder how we get through this" He tried to push through the force field but fails. Lance came up to Keith, Y/N besides him. 

"Maybe you just have to knock" Lance says. He knocks on the force field twice and it reacts, dissipating and igniting the area around them in blue. The group sees an Image of Voltron forming from the six Lions in their minds. Lance turns around to face the group "Uh, did everyone just see that?" 

"Voltron is a robot. Voltron is a huge, huge, awesome robot" Y/N says, eyes sparkling. Hunk and Y/N share a look.

"Awesome!" They say in unison.

"And this thing is only one part of it! I wonder where the rest of them are" Pidge says. Shiro looks up at the Lion.

"This is what they're looking for" Keith mouth was open 

"Incredible" He says. The Blue Lion suddenly lowers its head and opens its mouth to allow them inside, terrifying Hunk and Pidge. Lance hesitates, but gleefully enters and takes a seat in the cockpit.

"Here we go" Lance says. The seat jolts forward, making Lance scream, and the command console activates "Hehehe! All right! Very nice!" Everyone else enters the cockpit.

"Okay, guys, I-I feel the need to point out, just so that we're all, y'know, aware: We are in some kind of futuristic alien cat head right now" Y/N stands behind Pidge, looking around in amazement. Lance senses the Blue Lion communication with him.

Whoa, did you guys just hear that?" Lance asks.

"Hear what?" Keith said. Lance looks up and down.

"I-I think its talking to me. Hmm...Um.." Lance presses a few buttons; the Blue Lion stands up and roars. Hunk and Pidge scream.

"Awesome" Y/N says. Lance grips the handles.

 "Okay. Got it. Now lets try this" 

==

Lance smashes the Blue Lion out of the cavern and takes off flying, doing somersaults and wild turns in the air, terrifying the team. Hunk and Pidge scream, Y/N gripping onto Shiro and Keith. Hunk and Pidge gripping onto Lance.

"YOU ARE. THE WORST. PILOT. EVER" Keith shouts.

"I AGREE!" Y/N shouts back.  The screaming continues as Lance kept doing flips. The Blue Lion then lands and runs along the desert at high speed.

"Isn't this awesome!?" Lance says. 

"Make it stop. Make it stop" Hunk pleads. Looking like he's about to throw up.

 "I'm not making it do anything. It's like its on autopilot" Lance shouts. The Blue Lion takes off into the sky.

"Where are you going?" Y/N shouts.

"I just said it's on autopilot, it says their is an alien ship coming towards earth. I think we are supposed to stop it"

"What did it say, exactly" Pidge asks.

"It wasn't like saying words, more like feeding ideas into my brain, kind of" Y/N gives him a weird look.

 "Well if this thing is the weapon they're coming for, why don't we just, I don't know, give it to them? Maybe they'll leave us alone. Sorry, lion. Nothing personal." Hunk said. 

"You don't understand. These monsters spread like a plague throughout the galaxy, destroying everything in their path. There's no bargaining with them. They won't stop until everything is dead" Shiro says. Everyone stares at Hunk. 

"...Oh never mind then. The Blue Lion leaves the Earth's atmosphere and a warship from the Galra Empire suddenly appears. Everyone gasps.

"Uh... Holy crow! Is that really and alien ship?!" Hunk asks.

 "They found me..." Shiro mutters and Y/N looks at him. The Galra warship opens fire.

"We've got to get out of here" Pidge shots. 

"Hang on" Lance yells. Lance pilots to dodge the onslaught of laser guns. "All right. Okay, I think I know what to do" Pidge leans

"Be careful, man. This isn't a simulator" 

 "Well, that's good. I always wreck the Simulator" Lance uses the Blue Lion's mouth cannon to blast the length of the warship  "Let's try this" Lance uses the Blue Lion's claw to tear into the warship's side.

Nice job, Lance" Shiro praises.

"Okay, I think it's time we get these guys away from our planet" Lance says. The Galra warship peruses the Blue Lion.

"Oh, no!" 

"They're gaining on us" Y/N warns. 

"It's weird. They're not trying to shoot at us, there just chasing" Lance says.

"Okay,  seriously, now we think having aliens follow us is good? I am not on board with this new direction, guys"

"Where are we?" Keith asks.

"Edge of the solar system. There's Kerberos" Shiro says, pointing out Kerberos.

"It takes months for our ships to get out this far." Pidge said. 

"We got out here 5 seconds" Y/N adds. A Wormhole appears before them.

"What is that?!" Hunk said.

"Uh, this may seem crazy, but I think the Lion wants us to go through there"

"Where does it go?" Pidges questions.

I-I don't know. , you're the senior officer here. What should we do?" Everyone looks to him.

"Whatever is happening, the lion knows more than we do. I say we trust it, but we're a team now. We should decide together" The team looks at each other in silence. Pidge puts his hand on Lance's shoulder.

"...All right. Guess we're all ditching class tomorrow" The Blue Lion enters the Wormhole and is disappears before the Galra warship can follow.

==

The team groans from the turbulence of the Wormhole and exit to a different part of the universe.

"Whoa. That was..." Lance starts.

"Amazing!" Y/N eyes sparkled. Hunk grunts and vomits in the Blue Lion, but pauses.

So sorry-" He says, before continuing to vomit. Lance looks away in disgust and Y/N laughs.

"Poor Hunk" 

"I'm just surprised it took this long" Pidge says, readjusting his glasses.

"I don't recognize any of these constellations. We must be a long, long way from Earth." Shiro said. 

"The lion seems to want to go to this planet... I think its going home" As the Blue Lion blasts towards the planet, entering its atmosphere, the team huddles closer together from the intense turbulence.

 "Guys, personal space. Hunk, your breath is killing me. Only Y/N can be in my personal space" Lance smirks. 

"Lance" Y/N says, hitting his head.

Ow!"

"Don't forget she's my sister, Lance" Shiro says with his arms crossed. Lance could feel the stares before Hunk breaks the tension.

"Um, is it just me or is anyone else having second thoughts about flying through a mysterious ? Why are we listening to a robotic lion anyway?" Y/N raised her hand. 

"I don't regret it" She says.

"It got us away from an alien warship, didn't it" Lance says.

"I don't know if you noticed, but we're in an alien warship" Keith said. Lance smirks.

Oh, are you scared"

"With you at the helm... Terrified" Lance gives him an annoyed look.

"All right, knock it off! No one's happy to be in this situation, but we're here now. If we want to get through this, we've got to do it together" Shiro looks to Y/N and whispers "How'd you put up with them"

"Practice" She whispers back.

"What do we do?" Pidge asks.

"First, we find out where we're heading, Lance" Shiro says, looking at Lance

"I don't know" Lance looks at the group "I'm sorry. The Lion's not talking to me anymore. ... Wait! Wait, wait, wait! Shh! Listen. I think I hear something" A hig-pitches squeal sounds.

"I'm hearing it, too" Y/N said. Lance smirks.

"It's kind of a- high pitched squeal?" The "High-pitches squeal, slowly turns into a farts; the team holds their noses in disgust and Lance continues to smirk.

"Come on. Lance!" Shiro, Keith, Hunk says.

"Good god, Lance, that's disgusting!" Y/N says.

"But seriously, there's a castle up ahead" Everyone's amazed as the Blue Lion approaches the Castle and the latent Castleship reactivates. The Lion lands in the courtyard.

"Wow" Keith says.

"Keep your guard up" Shiro says.

"Something wrong?" 

"My crew was captured by aliens once. I'm not going to let it happen again" After the team exits the Blue Lion, it stands up, startling everyone.

"Oh no! Oh no! I knew it was going to eat us! No" Hunk cries. The Blue Lion roars, opening the Castleship's doors. Hunk cowers behind Shiro and Y/N until the doors finish opening "Oh, the door is open" Hunk looks back at the Lion "Guess I was wrong about you" 

==

The eerie silence bemuses the team as they enter the vestibule.

"Hellooo?" Hunk's voice echoes in the emptiness while everyone stares at him, startled. Hunk shrugs.

"From the size of the lion, I expected these steps to be bigger" Pidge says. A beam of light appears as the vestibule activates. Everyone gasps. 

"Hold for identity scan" The Computer says.

"What?" Y/N says. 

"Why are we here? What do you want with us?" Shiro shouts, looking up.

 "Whoa" Pidge and Lance said. Crystal torches light up a path.

"I guess we're going that way." As the team goes forward, more crystal torches ignite to lead them deeper inside. Hunk's voice echoes as he calls out.

"Hello? ... Hellooo?"

"Where are we?" Lance asks. The team arrives at the sleep chamber of the Castleship.

"Hello?"

"Where are we?" Y/N asks.

"It's some kind of control room" The console Pidge is looking at suddenly activates and two sleep pods rise from the floor. 

"Are these guys... dead?" Hunk asks, hiding behind the control panel. One of the sleep pods opens, revealing a woman as she instantly awakens.

"Father!" She gasps. Lance immediately catches the women in his arms. He blushes at the sight of her and dons a suave persona.

"Hello~" Lance flirts.

"Who are you?" She looks around "Where am I?"

"I'm Lance. And you're right here in my arms" He flirts.

 "Your... ears" Lance looks confused.

"...Yeah?" He questions. The woman gives Lance a disgusted look.

"They're hideous. What's wrong with them?" Y/N muffles her laugh with her hand, as Lance gets slightly angry.

"Nothing's wrong with them! They heard exactly what you said about them" The woman grabs Allura by the ears and puts him in a restraining hold. Y/N bursts out laughing. Tears well up in Lance's eyes. Y/N laughter dies down after seeing the woman's distressed look.

"Who are you? Where is King Alfor? What are you doing in my castle?" She continued to pull his ear. 

"A giant blue lion brought us here. That's all we know" Lance cries out. The woman lets go of Lance's ear, looking at the group.

"How do you have the Blue Lion? What happened to its paladin? What are you all doing here?" Lance stands up, holding his ear "Unless... How long has it been?"

 "We don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you tell us who you are? Maybe we can help." Shiro says, Hunk hiding behind him.

"I am Princess Allura of Planet Altea. I've got to find out where we are and how long we've been asleep" Allura accesses the control by placing her hands on it; a screen appears.

"Okay, that's how that works.". Then second sleep pod opens, revealing a man with orange hair and moustache. He gasps at the sight of Lance. Everyone turns to face him.

"E-Enemy combatants!" The jumps towards Lance but he side-steps him, making the man lose his balance, holding onto the other sleep pod for support "Quiznak! You're lucky I have a case of the old sleep chamber knees." Otherwise, I'd grab your head like this, wrap you up like so - and one, two, three--" The man imitates his fighting moves and snaps his fingers "--"Sleepy time!"

"Well, before you did that, I'd - Hoo! Ha! Hiyah!" Lance imitates rudimentary karate "-Like that"

"Oh, Really? How could you do that when I've already come at you with this?" The orange haired man bends down and pretends to strike repeatedly. Y/N shakes her head "Ha, ha, ha, ha-ey!!" 

"Actual, children" She mutters.

"Man, these guys are good" Hunk says.

 "It can't be..." Allura's says. 

"What is it" Orange man asks. Everyone turns their attention to Allura.

"We've been asleep for 10,000 years"

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Screw politics. Let's talk apple pie for a minute.

So that earlier post, somewhere in yesterday's timeline, about kiddo wanting apple pie for her birthday instead of cake...here's a few more pics, to help illustrate. Keep in mind, I can't be holding the camera and stirring something on the stove at the same time, so I can't take pics of some of the process.

So, back to the Ancient Grimoire...

From 1959, the year I was born. This is the book that shaped many a mid-century kid's diet. With some things you have to translate (at times) into modern day. ie: This is before baggies were invented, when Waxed Paper and Foil ruled the day.

The recipe for the pie filling in here is good, but I found a much better way to get the kind of apple pie I love (rich, thick, syrupy, apples soft), and that's what I'm gonna talk about here.

First, kiddo's bday party is gonna be about ten kids, so I needed to make two pies, back-to-back in one day. The oven just isn't big enough to accomodate two pies at once. BTW, pre-heat that sucker to 425 degrees.

First thing to do in this day-long affair, is to make the two batches of double-crust pie crust, forming each batch into a disc, about 1/2-inch thick, about 6 inches across. Put each disc in a separate baggie and chill in fridge while you start in on the apples.

For each pie, I peeled and chopped 8 big Granny Smiths (both pies was a total of about 5 1/2 pounds). Lemme tellya, peeling and chopping apples is not "unskilled labor"! This is another reason for doing them back-to-back instead of simultaneously: to give the hands a rest! My hands were FEELING it by the end of the day.

So you have a large bowl with the chopped remains of 8 apples, and In a small bowl or ramekin, mix up one tablespoon of flour, one tablespoon of sugar, 2 teaspoons of cinnamon and 3/4 teaspoon of nutmeg.

Sprinkle the mixture in the ramekin over the apples, evenly. Take a large slotted spoon and stir/mix until all the apple pieces are coated.

Now this is the part I couldn't really take photos of, as it is labor/focus intensive:

In a small saucepot, melt 1 stick (1/2 cup) of real salted butter. Once butter is melted, turn heat up to medium and sprinkle in 3 tablespoons of flour. Stir until flour is incorporated, and then simmer for ONE MINUTE, stirring constantly.

While still stirring, pour in 1/4 cup of water, and add 1 cup granulated sugar. Stir, stir, stir, and keep stirring, and bring it up to a boil. It will begin to thicken fairly quickly. Once it's boiling, turn the heat back down, and let it cook for THREE MORE MINUTES, stirring constantly. It will become a gloriously thick syrup as you stir, THEN REMOVE FROM HEAT and SET ASIDE!

Now is the time to get one of those discs of pie crust out of the fridge and let it sit on the counter for a few minutes so it's more pliable. I need to take pics of how I roll out pie crusts, as I'm pretty sure it's not how you'd think:

I lay down two 24" sheets of waxed paper so that they overlap about 4 inches. Put disc of pie crust in the middle of that roughly 2-foot-square expanse of waxed paper, then put 2 more sheets atop the disc, and have at it with a heavy marble rolling pin.

Once it's about two inches larger than you need it to be, just peel off the top two layers, pick it up so your hand is in the center, and invert the pie-pan over your hand, flip, adjust so it's centered, and peel off the other two layers. Now continue to settle the crust into the pie pan and let the excess lay over the edge of the pan.

Take a sharp knife or razor blade and cut that excess off, mash it all together into a rectangle, and once again put between waxed paper, rolled out to a managble thickness, and then you'll slice it with your blade to make your woven strip top crust later.

And since you did all that between waxed paper, you should have less of a mess than normal!

NOW that your bottom pie crust is ready, take the semi-cooled syrup, and pour over the spiced apples and stir until everything is coated. Pour it into your bottom crust, and lay out your woven strips. Pile as much of the apple mixture, and syrup, in the center as you can. The apples will cook down.

When you lay out the woven strips, any excess will go to help make the outer fluted edge. Sometimes the filling will breach containment, and that's kinda part of the beauty of it, but sometimes it's nice to have an orderly fluted edge. Ironically, today's two pies turned out to be an example of each.

So...First pie ready to go in the oven:

Put it in at 425 for 15 MINUTES, turn the heat down to 350, and bake for 45 MORE MINUTES, or about 1 hour total. It ends up lookin' like this:

This one breached at the top of the photo there, but no matter. It's still pie.

So, once it's out of the oven, put the oven back up to 425 for your second pie. Speaking of second pie, here's yesterday's:

And here they both are, done and ready to go:

Two happy birthday pies.

[datoneboardedguy]

Scarlett Witch x Male reader fanfic lemon!

(Just pretend that Black Widow is you, Also I don’t know where this photo came from or who made it since I suck at Googling. So if anyone knows who made this image then PLEASE let me know so I can properly credit them for it.)

(DISCLAIMER I don’t own MARVEL or their characters!..)

Third pov:

Soon after the end of the Dr Strange MOM movie Wanda was back to being completely depressed about being alone & is looking at a new way to fill that void in her soul that she tried to fill with the Avengers & then with Hex Magic family but all she ended with was a lesson NOT TO enslave an entire town & NOT TO read any strange ancient Dark Magic books. & since then she’s been living in hiding in a secluded part of the world, but that will soon change as she will soon be encountered by a lost lonely traveler..

Your pov:

I’m travelling through an Amazonian rain forest trying to find the tourist hiking group I was travelling with & now I can certainly say that I’m lost. “GODDAMMIT! I should’ve known better than to take a pee break mid hike, now the crew left me behind.” After some time of aimlessly wondering the forest trying to find civilisation I came across a forest cabin a pretty old school one too & as I approached the front door of the cabin I saw a pair of glowing red eyes through the door window & I saw my body started to glow then I realised that I couldn’t move. As the eyes drew closer I could see the woman behind them. The door opens & she’s revealed to be Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers that went missing a few months ago & as I saw her getting closer she telekinetically pulled me into the cabin & shut the door behind me then she walked right in front of me making me nervous & she asked “What are you doing here?” I obviously responded “I-I’m just lost! Why’s an Avenger living alone in a cabin in the woods may I ask?..” “Can’t a woman just like living in nature?” “Yeah but there’s a difference between living in nature & completely hiding yourself away from all of civilisation.” “You haven’t seen the news haven’t you?” “No I don’t watch the news, it depresses me. Why?!..” she sighs “I’m wanted by the government for taking a small town hostage & since then I’ve done horrific unspeakable things.” Wh-what why?!..” “because I wanted to bring my boys from the Multiverse into this world but I was misled into believing dark magic was the key to success until I realised how much of monster I’ve become then I put an end to it, all because I’m entirely alone..” “Forgive me for asking but if you’re just feeling lonely & if you’re as powerful as you say you are then why don’t you just just kidnap the nearest man or woman I don’t judge & just use your magic powers to mind control & or brainwash them into hooking up & having endless sex with you instead of breaking the entire Multiverse & potentially destroying all of reality just to steal another version of your two kids?..” she then started mischievously smirking at me with a slight glimmer of red magic glowing from eyes, “Oh really?..” I then realised what I’ve just done. I then sighed & annoyingly said “I don’t know when but one of these days I gotta learn when to shut my fucking mouth!..” “Yes, you do..” she then suddenly started using her magic powers again to hold me in place then slowly pulling me closer with her magic until I was just inches in front of her face then she slowly moved her hands to the sides of my face then magic started to flow from the tips of her fingers into the frontal lobe of my brain. I started feeling a huge surge of lust flowing into my body & all of a sudden I was also noticing how attractive Wanda is & with each & every wave of her fingers Wanda delving deeper into my mind combing through my memories, experiences, my ambitions & all of my thoughts including the thoughts of how I found her attractive she then smirks at my thoughts about her then my lust started increasing by tenfold then she uses her hex magic to coat her lips as she closes the distance & finally our lips connected. Magic instantly flows into my mouth as we started to passionately make out & my consciousness faded away as I put my hands around her waist, the more we make out the more enthralled I become until I am completely a mindless husk with a primal thirst for constant sex, then Wanda uses her magic to make both of our clothes disappear in a puff of red smoke as she threw onto the bed. Then she seductively crawls on top of me & then straddles my waist to slide my rock hard member into her folds & suddenly a new wave of pleasure courses through our bodies as we started thrusting into each other, soon after she resumed our Hex induced make out session & now her Hex magic was flowing into & coursing through my body from top to bottom making us pick up the pace as the pleasure is now finally reaching it’s peak then as we both finally climax simultaneously. “You’re mine now..”

The End..