#it’s piña’s birthday

[herosplatling-replica]

Happy birthday Freya! Idunn baby photos now!

everyone say happy birthday to miss freya rán (now age 24) RIGHT now

[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

Back at it again at Fan Fusion with the fam.

Normally I don't post what I do, but hey, it's tumblr. I think if anyone appreciates a good trip to the local fan convention it's the fandom side of tumblr.

[starlight-archer]

If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

Hmm, I have a few really good ones, but maybe meeting my friend Hannah for the first time!

We both got ditched for the same concert where we were gonna go with friends, so we went together instead and met for the first time at the coach station in London!

The concert was amazing, we met a whole group of other really cool people and all got Nando's together, and she stayed with me at the Airbnb I had prebooked! We've been close friends ever since!

[love-toxin]

The way you write Tommy is just UUGH

I just wanna pin him down and ride him until he has nothing left to give :((( like gimme his chunky babies!! 😭🙏

oh noooooooo........my gears are turning......tommy with an obsessed s/o that wants to bump uglies constantly......MMMRRRROOWWWW!!!

he's so flattered, but so edgy about it cause momma can't overhear him engaging in premarital sex!!! especially not the type you like where it's just messy and raw and rough and you leave spit and slick everywhere, all over his hairy chest and his lap and your clothes. you have to do it in the barn in the hayloft and its STILL loud, still so sloppy he has to carry you in the house just so none of his family notice the dark stains on your clothes.

but can he complain? no. cause you're the only one who's ever seen him as a man and not just a mistake, and it's not like he doesn't like seeing you so needy all the time. you could be doing this to any other guy but you wanna do it to him--him! a nobody, a wretched defect like him! you must be an angel. or maybe you're a devil cause you fuck as nasty as one. he loves the scrape of your nails through his hair as you drag them down his sweaty chest, when you're perched like a pretty sculpture on his lap. his thighs jiggle every time you bounce on it--his cock, that's what you call it--and you can't help but grip them, squeeze them for balance but also cause you just love the feel of him everywhere. his belly doesn't bother you nor does the grime and sweat caking his skin, nor the dirt under his fingernails or his maddening, untrimmed bush that radiates out to his thighs like a curly black cloud.

it doesn't matter if he's been working in the slaughterhouse all day, shoveling pig shit, or doing any of his other messy chores. when you give him that look like you wanna eat him right up, he's completely at your mercy and he loves every fucking minute of it. you look at him like he's a piña colada in the desert and you'll die if you don't get a sip.

and that's before you start getting hit with baby fever. suddenly, almost out of the blue, you're picking through baby clothes in the trunks upstairs and finding old rattles and toys that are barely holding together. Tommy's baby bottles that Luda Mae kept and never threw away cause she could never bear to part with her sweet baby's things, even after he'd grown up and out of them. it's the sentiment that really gets you and then you're stuck thinking about babies, not just about what Tommy was like when he was that young, but what your babies together might look like. would they have his nice dark hair? his height? would they be hardworking and loyal like he is? would they be so committed to their family they would...

well, that part isn't important right at the moment. you're more concerned with making the babies than anything else--that's the fun part, after all. you keep dropping hints here and there but it's when Tommy finds you sewing together a stuffed bear he loved as a boy that he really starts thinking. you're so gentle with it. you clean him up and polish his little button eyes and patch up a hole on the arm where Hoyt 'accidentally' burned it with a cigarette while he was drunk. you put him back together and he looks almost brand new, newer than when he first had it and Luda Mae tenderly plucked it out of the dumpster to give to him for his birthday.

he gets it then. that night is deplorable when you two sneak out to the barn. Tommy's just as riled up as you are and when you realize he's not just fucking you for pleasure--this time, he's fucking to breed--your sobs and choked-up squeals have to be muffled by his thick fingers stuffed in your mouth. he hooks them and drags your face closer to his chest for you to suffocate between his pecs, cause he needs both hands to grip your waist and jam you down on his cock like he's shoving a cork back in a wine bottle. you're just so little compared to him and such a tight squeeze, he can't help getting a little rough when he wants in! it's just prepping you for birth. you're gonna need to squeeze out plenty of kids for him after this, and with his size? they're gonna be little monsters to try and deliver, just like he was.

but you love him and that's why you're doing this. that's why you let his nuts drag down your ass on every deep, near-painful thrust, and why you let him beat your cunt like he hates you when there's nothing but pure love and possessiveness in his eyes. that's why, when you squirm to get away, he knows you don't really mean it and slams your hips back down for you to howl like a cat in heat. that's why he can't let you sleep until sunrise, when you're half-conscious and spasming with leg twitches, cause the seed pooling in your tummy hasn't stopped leaking out from every time he's planted his roots into your squishy womb. he's gotta make sure it takes just in case you change your mind. once you get pregnant, then you really are part of the family--you'll be a Hewitt just like all the rest of them, birthing the next generation of Hewitts to keep the family roots strong <3

[elliesgaythoughts]

Masterlist:

Smut-🩶 Angst-🥀 Fluff-👽

Ellie:

Fics:

Toxic bbf!ellie🥀🩶

Drunk photos👽

Trans Ellie coming out and getting top surgery👽

I saw that… 🩶

Using a vibrator on subby stoned!ellie 🩶

Tattoo 2 🩶

Tattoo🩶kinda

Pretty in pink 🩶👽

Piña coladas 🩶👽🥀

Mama🩶👽

Shut up🩶👽

Take It🩶

I’m Obsessed🩶

Serve Me👽🩶

Movie Night🩶👽

Peek-a-boo🩶👽

Make Me🩶

First Time🩶

Headcannons:

Sfw headcannons

Birthday!ellie 🩶👽

Loser stoned!ellie lazily fucking you 🩶

Lovergirl!Ellie👽

Bbf!Ellie👽

Drabbles:

Trans!ellie x you almost getting caught🩶

Abby:

Fics:

Tied Down🩶

Jealousy🩶(kinda)

Ellabs:

Fics:

Pas De Trois🩶

About me✨

Taglist🤍

[supercap2319]

You and Mark ( invincible) test out flavored lubes,

"Maybe we should try strawberry? Or watermelon? Sex On The Beach?" Mark asked. They were both very much naked in Mark's room, while his mom and dad were out of the house for a few hours. It was the perfect time to experiment with new flavors of lube, instead of the water based one.

Mark held up the bottles for Y/N to see why he was on his back, legs hovering in the air. "How bout piña colada?"

Y/N licked his lips. "How about that birthday cake one? Or cotton candy?"

Omi-Man's son nods as he grabs the bottle that was pink and blue before he opened the cap and squirted some purple liquid on his hands before he leaned down and stuck his fingers inside Y/N's tight hole. "Oh, Mark!" Y/N gasped.

Mark smiled at that. He leaned down and took a lick at his boyfriend's entrance and moaned as his puckered tasted like cotton candy.

[babygirlwolverine]

loving on island time

Kiss #24 - Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Birthday Prompts: Country music, lover, beach kiss, purple, “Will you accept this rose?”, Dr. Sexy, sharks

Summary: Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug, set it on the bedside table, and placed a kiss against Dean’s temple. 'Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’

Word Count: 2,015 (continued under the read more). Also posted on ao3.

It had been an idea created out of something unexpected, sparked by Dean pointing out a piña colada at a bar, saying, “Not as fun without the umbrella in it.”

Cas cocked his head, stirring his own drink with a straw. “Where did you get a drink with an umbrella in it?��

Humming, Dean took a sip of his beer and his lip curled up into a half-smile. “I haven’t. It’s just the cliché beach drink in all the movies,” Dean chuckled. He changed the subject after that, directing Cas’ attention to the menu, and how Cas’ reflection in the condensation of the glass made him look even more devastatingly handsome. A fact that was ridiculously untrue yet made Cas fall even more in love with his husband.

No matter where Dean steered the conversation during their date night, though, Cas couldn’t stop thinking about Dean’s earlier answer about the tropical drinks with umbrellas in them. And now the seed had been planted and an idea was percolating in Cas’ mind.

~

A week later, Cas slipped a note into the handle of Dean’s coffee mug and set it on the bedside table. He placed a kiss against Dean’s temple before making his way back to the kitchen to get his tea. By the time he made it back to their bedroom, Dean had his back pressed to the headboard of the bed with an old rerun of Dr. Sexy playing quietly on the TV. The note was in his hand.

“What is this?” Dean asked, gesturing at Cas with the note. 

Cas quirked a smile at Dean and shrugged his shoulders. “An anniversary gift?”

Dean raised an eyebrow at Cas in response. “Our anniversary was almost 2 months ago.”

Cas sat on the edge of the mattress, his hand settling on Dean’s thigh. “Okay, just a regular gift. But someone once told me you accept gifts when they’re given to you.”

“Must’ve been a wise person.”

Cas smiled warmly at Dean. “For once, let me take you somewhere.”

Dean leaned into Cas’ space, brushing his lips against Cas’. “You’re not going to tell me where you’re taking me, are you?”

Shaking his head, Cas murmured, “My lips are sealed.”

“Does that mean no more kisses?” Dean asked. 

Closing the gap, Cas pressed his mouth against Dean’s softly. “I’ll make an exception for kisses.”

The note fluttered to the ground as Cas let Dean pull him down, down, down onto the mattress. 

‘Let’s go on a road trip. I’ll drive.’

~

Cas made sure they took his pickup for the roadtrip and insisted he do all the driving to ensure it remained a surprise. 

Anytime Dean picked up a map, trying to plot points to see what roads Cas was taking, Cas leaned over and tugged the map from Dean’s hands. “Nice try, Dean.”

After that, Cas made sure to change up the roads he was taking so that Dean couldn’t extrapolate anything from the route they were taking.

They alternated playing classic rock music and country music. Cas liked it because he knew Dean pretended he didn’t want to listen to country music, then he’d catch Dean tapping his along to the music against the window as they drove. 

They spent days on the road, and somehow it felt like every other road trip Cas had done with Dean, and yet completely different. This was just them and the open road. Cas driving Dean instead of Dean driving Cas. Something old and something new all at once. And looking over at Dean as the sunlight lit up his face through the window, so beautiful and breathtaking, Cas never wanted this road trip to end. 

~

The way Dean reacts when he gets his first glimpse of the beach is nothing short of stunning. A soft gasp, followed by a surprised chuckle, and then a grin spreading across his lips as his hand finds Cas’ thigh and squeezes so fondly it makes Cas’ heart ache. 

“You’re kidding me? Is that–?”

Cas nodded, tilting his head to offer Dean a warm smile. “Is this okay?”

Dean met Cas’ gaze and replied, “If you weren’t driving right now, I’d kiss you senseless.”

“I can pull over if you’d prefer?” Cas asked.

The laugh that slipped from Dean’s lips filled the truck. “Just drive. I’ll kiss you on the beach.”

Twenty minutes later, Cas stood where the sand met the concrete of the pathway. His eyes were on Dean.

Dean. Who had his feet in the sand. Even from a hundred feet away, Cas could see the way Dean’s head was tipped back with his eyes closed, sun bathing his skin in golden gleams.

Serenity.

It was written in the downward slope of Dean’s shoulders and the way his lips tilted up.

So beautiful that Cas was captivated. 

A throat cleared, and Cas tore his eyes away from Dean. “You said you wanted umbrellas in your drinks, right?”

“Yes, two umbrellas…” Cas trailed off, his gaze moving to something on the counter at the back of the bar. “Could I have one of those too, please?”

The bartender offered Cas a knowing smile and nodded his head towards Dean. “Trying to make an impression, huh?” 

Letting his eyes wander back to Dean, Cas shook his head. “I’m already his lover,” Cas replied, his wedding ring glinting in the sun as he picked up the drinks that the bartender had completed. 

By the time Cas had stepped up next to Dean with the drinks, the sun was starting to dip beyond the horizon; a purple dye stained the sky and the water below.

“Hey handsome,” Dean said, turning his gaze from the waves on the shore to Cas. 

The look in Dean’s eyes took Cas’ breath away. 

“What’s that?” Dean asked, gesturing to the drinks. There was a crinkle in the creases by Dean’s eyes as he smiled at Cas, and Cas ached to press his lips against those lines. 

Shaking the thought from his head, Cas gently offered the drink with the splash of color to Dean. “Will you accept this rose?”

Dean’s eyes flickered from the rose perched against the rim of the drink, to the matching red umbrella in the center of the drink, to Cas, and then back to the rose. “Castiel Winchester, you really are something,” Dean murmured, plucking the rose from the drink and twisting the stem back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Is that a yes?”

In a deliberately slow motion, Dean plucked the drink from Cas’ hand and crouched to wedge both drinks into the sand. Then, he stood up and stepped into Cas’ space. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’ neck, and Cas immediately leaned into the touch. “The answer is always yes. To marrying you. To being your husband. To the rose. Yes, Cas.”

A moment passed between them, Dean staring into Cas’ eyes, and Cas reaching out with his Grace to feel the warmth of Dean’s soul. And then they were kissing.

Cas let out a hushed breath as his lips traced the curve of Dean’s mouth. The taste of salt air transferred from Dean to Cas, and it sent a shiver down Cas’ spine. 

It was so easy to get lost in the way Dean licked his way into Cas’ mouth. The way Dean let out these stuttered little gasps against Cas’ lips that melted into the kiss.

Settling his hands on Dean’s hips, Cas rucked up the corner of Dean’s shirt, letting his fingers graze against Dean’s skin. 

Dean let out another quiet groan, his hands moving up into Cas’ hair, instinctively pulling the angel closer as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues grazed against each other, and Cas chased that intimate touch again and again.

When Dean kissed him like this, hurried and desperate as if he couldn’t bear to spend a second not kissing Cas, it felt like Cas was drawing from a live wire every time their mouths brushed against each other. Intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.

It was Dean who pulled back from the kiss, shaking as he drew in a deep breath. 

But that wasn’t enough for Cas. He needed more. Needed to let everything that Dean was consume every molecule of his being.

With one hand on Dean’s waist, Cas mimicked Dean’s earlier touch by sliding his other hand into the hair at the back of Dean’s neck, bringing Dean back into the kiss. And Dean went willingly, his fingers tugging at the strands of Cas’ hair as he teasingly traced his tongue over Cas’ bottom lip.

Cas opened his mouth, letting Dean lick his way across Cas’ tongue and the roof of his mouth as he focused on the way their lips fit perfectly together. 

Each time they broke apart for a breath, they dove back in, trading deep kisses back and forth as if it were their air supply. The sand beneath their feet, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the wind whipping around their bodies. It all faded into the background as Cas chased the taste of his husband’s lips.

Finally, Cas eased back from the kiss, nudging his nose against Dean’s before pressing their foreheads together. They were both puffing quick fast breaths against each other’s cheeks. 

It didn’t matter that Cas didn’t need to breathe to live, Dean still had the ability to steal all their air from Cas’ lungs.

Dean let out a breathless laugh, tracing his fingertips across Cas’ neck and down to his shoulder blades. “God, I love you.”

A flush creeped up Cas’ cheeks and he dropped his forehead to Dean’s shoulder. He peeked out across the water, realizing there were stars glimmering above their heads and the moon had replaced the sun. They’d spent far too long and yet not long enough kissing on the beach.

“Our drinks have melted,” Cas mumbled against the crook of Dean’s neck.

“Looks like we need more then,” Dean said, and even without seeing Dean’s face, Cas knew that he was grinning.

Dean pulled back, his hand sliding down Cas’ arm and entangling their fingers together as he started to guide them away from the ocean and back towards the beach bar. They’d only walked a few steps when Dean stopped their movement. “Oh, wait, I forgot. Found this washed up on the beach and thought you’d like it for your collection.”

When Dean reached into his pocket he pulled out a black fossilized shark tooth and placed it into Cas’ hand. Cas turned the tooth over in his palm several times. It was beautiful; smooth and shiny and perfectly preserved. “Thank you,” he murmured, running his thumb across the edge of the tooth before tucking it into his own pocket for safe keeping.

As they started walking again, their hands linked, Cas nodded his head up to the bar. “The bartender saw me staring at you when you were watching the waves earlier. He thought I was trying to flirt with you by buying you a drink.”

Dean laughed again, bringing Cas’ hand up to his lips so he could place a kiss against Cas’ knuckles. “And here I was thinking it was me trying to flirt with you all those years ago.”

Humming, Cas turned his gaze towards Dean, “And yet, it was me who kissed you first.”

Dean pulled them to a stop just short of the bar. “Hang on, I kissed you first when I rescued you from the Empty.”

Cas felt a laugh bubble up from his chest. “Fine, I’ll give you that one. But I was the one to propose to you.”

“Only because you beat me to it by one day,” Dean said as they both sat down at the bar, their hands still linked together.

“Gotta be quicker than that, Winchester,” Cas teased. 

Dean leaned over and pressed a kiss to Cas’ cheek.  “Two can play at that game,” Dean murmured against Cas’ jaw. Turning his attention to the bartender, Dean said, “Two piña coladas with umbrellas in them for my husband and I.”

[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I love your work! Could I request the aftermath of the Losers, Creeps, and Weirdos fic? Specifically, the part where (Y/N) kisses Jafar on the cheek as a thanks for their help and leaves him flushed? I feel like Jafar would be extremely smug and boast about it to the other villains just to have one over them or make them jealous. Pretty please? 😊

Aww thank you!!! And of course! Here’s a cute little blurb of the aftermath! Enjoy!

Traitor!!

————————————

Disney parks has eyes everywhere, so it was no surprise that word of Jafars “heroism” got to the other villains before Jafar could speak for himself.

And let me tell you, the villains were READY to completely tear into Jafar the moment he got back to the Villains living quarters. Everyone was waiting in the common area like some fucked up surprise birthday party. Hades had a mental script of all the insults he’d throw at the sorcerer.

So when Jafar strolled into the room, most of the wind was taken out of the villains sails when they saw the look on his face. The grin stretched across Jafars face could put the Cheshire Cat to shame. He looked liked a seagull who just pulled off the biggest Doritos heist of the century. Ignoring all the glares and confusion, Jafar simply strutted across the room, only stopping when Hades apparated to block his path.

“Stretch face!! I heard of the little— heh, kerfuffle~ you were apart of today with our little attendant!”

“Hmm? Oh you mean that trifle of an issue with (Y/N) and some guest~ Yes, I did save our dear caretaker and that princess from some unsavory brute.” Jafar mused, challenging the god with direct eye contact.

“Ehhh, so the rumors are true! I wouldn’t ‘ave guessed you were— wait just a Peloponnesian minute.” Hades cut himself off, grabbing the sorcerer by the face and turning his head to the side, ignoring Jafars protest.

Hades eyes zeroed in on Jafars cheek, “why is your cheek shimmery?” Taking a finger, Hades swiped the oily shimmer off of the ex-vizier and held up to his nose, taking a sniff.

“And why is it…piña colada scented???”

“Piña colada!? Thats (Y/N)’s favorite lipgloss!” Hook accused, flinching in on himself when everyone turned to give him disturbed looks.

Jafar took that opportunity to break free from Hades grasp, dusting himself off before continuing is way to his room.

“Oh that?? Why that’s simply from (Y/N)’s reward for me saving them. I can see why kisses work, they certainly do awake something~” Jafar chuckled maliciously, quickly escaping the room before he was torn apart by the other villains.

….

“THEY W H A T !?!?”

[kewpiekills]

Oh happy valentines birthday!!

I don’t know if this suggestion is too late but as someone who does not like alcohol., There are two ways to go about it. shots of nasty strong shit to get the job done with flavorful chasers, or if you want something chill and yummy, I like strawberry daiquiris, bonus points if you mix it half n half with a piña colada

finally getting around to answering older asks from my bday about drinking… i’ve only tried a few mixed drinks out n about, but i’ve been having so much fun drinking at home!! vodka has definitely been my favorite, but the flavor’s been getting to me so i’ve been mixing it with cranberry juice since it cuts down on the aftertaste pretty well!

[karmas-chameleon]

I wondered just how many random headcanons and bits of backstory I've created for Manfred and the von Karmas in general while I've been writing, so here's a complete list (now with citations from the chapter/fic where the headcanon is mentioned!)

It's a bit long lol

Manfred's father was incredibly strict (and possibly abusive), while his mother was much kinder to him. Unfortunately, she died when he was only five years old and he was left with only his father to raise him. [1]

His mother inspired his finger wagging, as well as a love for sharing sweets with family. She would occasionally sneak him dessert against his father's wishes, the last of which was a parfait (and is now his favorite dessert). She was also the one to allow him to use his left hand instead of being forced to use his right. [1]

Manfred contracted polio when he was seven, and it weakened his legs so much that he would use a cane for the rest of his life. His father gave him his first cane on his tenth birthday, and it doubled as a sword. All the canes he'd purchase for himself later on would also be sword canes. He knows that carrying around a concealed weapon like that is illegal where he lives, and no, he does not care. [2]

Manfred's childhood home had fireflies in the summer, and at one point he dreamed of capturing them and using them as a light to run away. [3]

His father arranged a marriage for him, and Manfred was married nearly as soon as he could. He was never in love with the wife chosen for him, and she didn't particularly care for him either. In 2001 (after Franziska turned one year old, but before DL-6), Manfred found out that she had been cheating on him and divorced her, making sure that she wouldn't get anything from him. [4]

He has two daughters, one older than Franziska.

His older daughter's first word was 'mama', which she said while he was at work. After this, he started referring to himself as his daughters' Papa instead of Dada, hoping that it would be easier to say and would be Franziska's first word. He's definitely not salty about not being his older daughter's first word, nope, not at all /s [5]

Manfred swears that Franziska's first word was 'guilty'. Her mother claims she was just babbling. [5]

Franziska started to come with Manfred to work from a very young age, from the office to the courtroom. The one place he wouldn't take her when she was young was a crime scene, and he'd often leave her in the care of Damon Gant (or possibly Blaise Debeste) when he was busy with that. [6]

Manfred would create fake murder cases for Franziska to solve as a child, involving various plushies and toys of hers. He'd craft his own crime scene and fake courtroom / pillow fort for the two of them to play pretend with. They'd also practice singing to celebrate afterwards. [7]

Franziska is autistic, and has a particular sensitivity to things touching her hands. The gloves she wears help her to avoid uncomfortable sensations. [5]

Manfred loves sharing dessert with his daughters, though he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth otherwise. [1]

Manfred never told either of his daughters that Father's Day exists, not wanting them to feel obligated to do anything for him for some arbitrary day of the year (he wouldn't have wanted to do that for his own father, after all). [6]

Franziska was a huge fan of My Little Pony as a child, and would watch it with Manfred. She also has an actual, real horse she rides. [8]

The karaoke bar that Manfred and Franziska go to after real trial victories absolutely adores the both of them. Manfred helped the owner of the bar avoid some legal trouble, and they're also some of the best singers the bar gets. Manfred's usual drink is brandy with a bit of honey, and Franziska's is a piña colada without alcohol (even when she's old enough to drink). [9]

Manfred keeps his daughters' bedrooms in just the same condition they were when they left home, making sure they're clean and dusted both so his kids can come home whenever they want and as a reminder of them for himself. He also keeps plenty of photos and things around the house, especially in his room. [10]

Detective Gumshoe once offered to throw confetti for the prosecution's victories as well as the defense's, but Manfred told him such a thing was ridiculous and made a mockery of justice. The poor detective never tried celebrating a guilty verdict that way since. [11]

Manfred likes tea, and is a huge snob about it. He refuses to drink any sort of coffee, and brings his own tea to work as the sort the office provides isn't good enough to meet his standards. And he still prefers making tea at home with his own teapot over that. [12]

Manfred plays the violin, and he taught his daughters to as well. [13]

Manfred tried to learn as much about the LGBTQIA+ community as he could when Franziska came out to him as lesbian, but apparently he didn't learn enough to realize that he's asexual. He spent nearly all of his life thinking that basically everyone but him is weirdly preoccupied with sex, probably because they're just not as professional as he is. [14]

He snores. Not incredibly loudly, but enough to be annoying. [8]

He's awful at remembering the faces of defense attorneys specifically, often failing to recognize them if he ever happens to run into them outside of his job. [15]

His son in law (his older daughter's husband) is terrified of him. Manfred likes the guy enough to let him marry his daughter, but he's still very protective of her, and may have made some threats that if the man ever hurts her, something very bad will happen to him. [16]

Manfred's granddaughter is named Frida, after her grandpa. She hasn't expressed any interest in becoming a prosecutor (yet), but the moment Manfred hears such a thing, he's flying her to California and starting her training. [16]

(I'm pretty sure I've written about nearly all of these in some fic or another, but here's one I've never shared as a bonus for making it to the end 😅) There is at least one person who knows about Manfred's involvement in DL-6, and that's his chauffeur. Rainer Schein (as I've named this OC), the quietest member of his staff who's served him the longest, drove him home with a bleeding bullet wound and helped to take care of things. He informed others about the 'vacation' Manfred took to recover, and never said a word about what he knows. He made sure that even Manfred's daughters wouldn't know a thing, and it's highly likely that he's aware of what Manfred did and is still completely loyal to him.

[probably-enjolras]

today was my 21st birthday and i went to a bar for the first time because i never drink alcohol from the Traumatic Childhood™️ but i got a cocktail bc wine and beer taste gross to me and i like really sweet drinks. but uh, the menu didn’t say how much vodka would be in the cocktail so we (everyone who came with me) assumed it wasn’t going to be more than they (college students who drink regularly) were used to. nope. it had roughly 4 shots of vodka in it. i drank a quarter of it. i do not recommend your first real alcoholic drink to be the equivalent of a shot of vodka when you, someone who has been smoking weed for like 4 years, is such a lightweight with it that like three hits of a bong gets you stoned for hours. also i HATE this feeling. i’m not even actually drunk rn mostly just pretty tipsy and i want to crawl out of my skin. i don’t… i really just don’t get the appeal… like you do you ill happily drink mocktails and be the designated driver forever but uh… this just isn’t in the cards for me. also? the cocktail didn’t even taste as good as the mocktails i ordered after which is such a scam like bruh i paid like double for a drink i could only drink a quarter of because it didn’t taste great AND i feel like shit? that’s such bullshit tbh i feel cheated i could have gotten like two other virgin piña coladas or something

[bajistadiamond]

Hey can you make Singer! Yuu sing "Birth of Venus" with a siren girl that they are doing a duet with like siren in the sea?????

Yuu Singer, 🎶💎Ramshackle💎🎶 (Birth of Venus)

Answer: First, I think this is the first non-Disney song to feature in this AU. Second, I hope I picked the right song, because the other one said "Venus Illegititima." Third, this takes place years before Yuu's birth, but it explains some things about this universe.

Nabila Al-Asim was a beautiful and very nervous woman. Today was her boyfriend and fiancé's 18th birthday, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

"Friend, take a second to breathe." She advised Amira, her best friend.

Amira was the second princess of the Coral Sea Kingdom and met Nabila at the Golden Radiance Academy; a small magic academy, specialized in music and arts only for women.

The white-haired woman sat at her vanity to take a few seconds to calm down.

Amira got out of bed and went to her friend to do her hair. "Your boyfriend will love the party you threw; you have nothing to worry about."

Nabila looked at her friend. "Do you believe?" "Clear!". She assured the red-haired woman. "Although, you might want to be careful." Amira warned mischievously.

Nabila knew her friend too well to know that what she was about to say was stupid. "Oh yeah? Why?" But she played along with her confidant.

"Because maybe Salman will end up falling in love with me after our performance." Amira said, feigning a faint with a sigh. Seconds later Nabila threw a cloth in her face.

"You are stupid". The white-haired woman said with a laugh.

They both laughed, because for them this was a recurring joke since they knew that neither of them wanted the other's boyfriend.

After all, they both swore to be more than friends; They were and always would be sisters in everything except blood.

The night was perfect to spend a wonderful evening.

All the guests were very satisfied and surprised, although they shouldn't have been.

The party was organized by the Asim family, and they knew how to outdo themselves at parties.

Salman, Nabila's fiancé, even though he was from a wealthy family, would never have thought of having him birthday party on a private island.

Luxury was present in the mansion, the ice sculptures, the food, the drinks, the exotic flowers and there were even white doves with feathers that threw colored frost when they flew.

Although Salman would have preferred something more discreet, but perhaps that was the price for falling in love with the sister of his best friend, who descended from the most eccentric and partying family in Twisted Wonderland.

Right now the dark-skinned man was wondering where the hell Nabila was while she drank a glass of sherry.

"How's the birthday boy?" Salman looked at the newcomer; Hakim Al-Asim hugged him by the shoulders while he enjoyed a piña colada.

"I'm fine, super happy; you don't see me." Slaman said, forcing a smile. Hakim sighed. "I know you're a social misfit…" "Hey!" "…but can you at least try to talk to new people today?"

Salman thought about it for a second before pouting and shrugging his shoulders; Hakim smiled at his affirmative response.

"Only if my girlfriend is present." He asked Salman to his friend who agreed. "If I can find her, I haven't seen her or Princess Amira in over three hours."

Salman was worried, but before saying anything the lights of the floating stage installed a few meters from the beach turned on.

Nabila was radiant on stage; an aqua green dress, a pearl necklace with an amethyst pendant, golden sandals and natural makeup, for Salman she was the most spectacular woman in the world.

"Good evening and thank you for being here for the birthday of an incredible man and the best man I have ever been with." Nabila said with a smile. Everyone applauded and Hakim nudged a very blushing Salman.

"Now, as a birthday gift, I'm going to sing one of his favorite songs with the help of my friend." He declared Nabila gesturing to the water just as the beautiful Amira came out of the water and sat on the stage; her mermaid tail was emerald green, and to complement it she wore a golden shell bodice, a pearl comb with diamonds, and pearl necklaces.

"Enjoy the show~!" Amira said with a seductive voice that charmed more than one man...

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira's voice echoed in the water as she gracefully swam around the floating stage. Nabila moved her hips and shoulders as she prepared her song to use "the voice of the gods"

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~

The magic of Nabila's voice did its work immediately as she raised a hand to the sky and the stars shone in sync. Many of those present were surprised because many believed that Nabila did not have any magical abilities. Amira used her unique magic to create small fountains of water and foam.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~

Nabila winked at her fiancé as she said that; Hakim chuckled because his sister always managed to leave his friend speechless.

When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Salman couldn't take his eyes off his beloved; For him there was no other woman he wanted to be with. Nabila sang loudly as she spun elegantly, letting wisps of magic envelop her and transform her long dress into a shorter, more provocative one.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Amira jumped back on the stage while singing the chorus; the view was spectacular

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira sat back down on the stage when she came out of the water; She wagged her tail as she let the light make her shine. Nabila made her magic turn her friend's tail into her legs and into a green pleated skirt. Amira sighed in surprise, she normally used potions for that; her friend's magical ability always managed to leave her breathless.

See what happens when you try to silencе me! ~

Amira jumped up and danced with Nabila. They both played with Nabila's floating purple fabric. The party guests were enthralled with the dance that somehow combined Arabic dancing and synchronized swimming. Salman did not take his eyes off his fiancée, he felt that he was watching a nymph giving a show on Olympus.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~

Nabila looked at her boyfriend and smiled mischievously when he blushed like a tomato. She was happy that he liked her gift; This song was special, since according to Salman, he was listening to this song when he saw her come out of the pool and it was as if he saw Aphrodite being born.

I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~

Amira jumped into the water while Nabila moved her magic to return her friend's tail. Nabila let the fabric of her outfit wrap around her shoulders and let her float as the magic around her turned the stage into a large sea shell with a golden throne instead of a pearl.

While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Hakim blinked, letting a couple of tears fall. His little sister was no longer a girl, she was a woman and he hoped she would be happy.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

Nabila made her magic make some flowers burst and the petals float in the air; she made sure not to leave pollen in the air knowing that there were allergic guests.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sky is listening! ~

Amira took the pearls from her neck and threw them into the air, Nabila with a smile took them and wrapped them around her waist like a belt. The purple fabric was wrapped around Nabila's white hair creating a beautiful Rapunzel style braid.

Αχ αχ αχ αχ αχ ~

At this point everyone present was singing in unison, even if some were out of tune it didn't matter. Everything was harmony in the air.

Your secrets were never safe with me! ~ When I scream, the sea is listening! ~

Amira rose above the shell on a throne of water while taking advantage of the magical impulse that Nabila sent her to create a small palace of water and corals behind them.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Princess Amira's mother was looking lovingly at her daughter from her sun lounger on the beach. She was happy that her daughter made friends with other races when she was allowed to leave the protection of the palace under the sea and rise to the surface. Although, years ago, the relationship between merpeople and other races, especially humans, has improved, there is still discrimination; So, she was a proud mother.

I've met with my peace ~ Between the moon and where I stand ~ I have found catharsis ~ In every wave that crashes on the cliffs and I ~ Learned how to breathe underwater ~ While my lungs begged me for air ~ I fought my way to the surface ~ And carried myself to land ~

Amira let her friend finish the song, she was very proud of the once shy and introverted woman now turned into an extroverted woman.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila lifted him from the golden throne and began to walk on the water to reach the shore. The magic burst into golden brilliance as the shell returned to a floating stage and Amira dropped back into the water.

See what happens when you try to silence me! ~

Nabila sang the last verse in front of Salman. Everyone applauded except Salman who looked at his girlfriend reverently before she gave him a passionate kiss...

...

...

...

Yuu blinked and yawned as he woke up. "What a strange dream." He thought as he sat up and stretched. For a second he didn't recognize where he was in the darkness until he heard a snore that wasn't Grim's. He looked to the right of him and saw Leona asleep next to him; Yuu then remembered where she was. He looked at the time and sighed when he realized it was 4 in the morning. He carefully lifted him out of bed, put on a jacket and went out onto the balcony. The cold air of the bedroom savanna hit his face and was very comforting. In a few hours he would start the plan to beat Azul and he hoped it would work. Yuu was hoping to see if his dreams would give him some clue or answer like he usually did, but instead he gave him what seemed like a flashback of people he didn't know. Although… for some reason, Salman reminded him of someone.

Note: In this universe, the Asim family is known for their platinum white hair. - Salman means protector. - Hakim means wise

[thenightfolknetwork]

Hello, I ummm... This is going to sound silly and I'm going to sound like a total nerd. Well... I love ren faires. The autumn months are my favorite because of them. I know lots of it is sapios who romanticize a time where putting a sword between my ribs or dying to my firey breath was the greatest thing they could imagine, but if you actually go there's way more creatures than you'd expect. I'd argue that if you include the people who volunteer and work at the events, there's more of us than them. Sorry, my feelings and justifications about ren faires aren't the problem here. The problem is that I found out the hardway that I am... A far bigger lightweight than most of my family. My friends teased me about not trying some of the stronger stuff being served at the faire and well... Two tankards in and the next morning I've woken up in a random cave with a bunch of plastic gold coins. I didn't find out what had happened until I got home and saw the local news. Apparently I'd taken over the fake wooden castle and demanded tribute and kidnapped various people dressed as princesses and princes and well... I'm a big fellow. And there aren't many several story tall winged lizards where I live. Let alone any with my scale color. I don't even know where my costume went... I know most of my genus don't wear clothing, but when you went to an event in costume and there's videos of you not wearing it... Well it's just a huge mess. I'm still hiding. My friends have tried to call me but I haven't responded. Everyone knows that was me... What do I do?

Unfortunately, reader, this is not a situation where there is a quick and easy fix that will make the whole embarrassing incident just… go away. It's happened, and there's no way to make it unhappen. But I want to reassure you that it's very likely nobody is feeling as bad as you are.

People get drunk. This is a fact of life. So too is it a fact that, very often, drunk people behave in ways they wouldn't dream of doing while sober. It is a mortifying moment, to wake up the morning after a party and realise you've made a fool of yourself. But it is also such a common experience, all but the most hard-hearted of your acquaintances will, I'm sure, be willing to forgive and forget.

After all, we've all been there, whether “there” is fake-kidnapping some fake royals, or keeping your guests trapped in your house, mindlessly frolicking back and forth in an unceasing dance for several years because you had a few too many strawberry piña coladas and decided you wanted your birthday party to go on a little longer. For example.

Talk to your friends. Let it be known that you're ready to make amends as necessary, and that this was a one-off incident that you will not be repeating. Depending on the damage you caused, you might expect to foot a few repair bills, or make a few sincere apologies – especially to the aforementioned fake royalty.

You can get through this with your dignity intact. Hold your head up, take responsibility for your actions, and who knows – perhaps you'll even be able to laugh about it. After all, it is, if you'll forgive my saying so, a very funny image.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[claptondavis]

clapton what’s your go to froyo flavour:0

this has to be one of my favourite questions

I won’t lie, i’m the type of guy to get a little bit of everything- BUT oreo and birthday cake are superior!! when i’m looking for something fruity i’ll go for piña colada >:)

[ask-egonspengler]

egon do you like to drink? if so, what's your drink of choice?

also it's my birthday today so yay!

Ah, happy belated birthday.

To answer your question — I’m not a fan of alcohol generally. I dislike the taste, but I will say that the occasional piña colada or other such fruity sweet drink is the very rare exception for special occasions.

[panda-writes-kpop]

Sweet Piña Colada ~ For King

A/N: Happy (late) Birthday to @kingmaker-a, my favorite person to have in-depth conversations and story time with because he's so interesting to talk to! Love you, King, and I hope your birthday was amazing!!! 🥰

TW: Alcohol, mutual teasing

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 ♤ Prompt List ♤

A Piña Colada Slushie reminds you of a night out with friends. You might have drank too much and regretted doing so, but it was in an effort to enjoy your youth. The morning after, you may have sweet memories of a good night, or you could get the sour end of your drunken pursuits: a massive headache and a date with your toilet.

~

"Hey, are you doing alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing." Kim Lip shakes her head before taking a sip of her drink. "It's sweet of you to worry about me, though."

"You sure? If someone is creeping you out, I can say something to the bartender." You glance around the bar as she laughs. "What's so funny?"

"You're cute, that's all." She says with a teasing tone, and you smirk in response.

"You're not half-bad yourself." You joke as she nearly shoves you off of the barstool.

"Yah!"

"Sorry, babe. You want me to make it up to you?" Your eyes flicker to her lips as she gives you a smack on the shoulder.

"You're too much sometimes, I swear."

"You love it, Kim Lip." You say before turning back to your drink.

"I do, sadly." She shakes her head, and you gasp in offense. "Don't be like that, Y/N. You know I love you… even if I don't say it that often."

"I know, but it'd be nice to hear you say it." You jokingly say before Kim Lip gently takes your hand in hers.

"I love you. Is that enough for you, or would you like me to say it again?"

"I-" You pause as you try to recover from her cuteness. "My head's spinning, but I'm not sure if it's from the alcohol or your touch."

"You're embarrassing to be around."

With that, she pulls her hand away and you sigh as she crosses her arms.

"Do you want to know what I was thinking about?"

You pause as you think about her question, and you take a sip of your drink before nodding.

"Please enlighten me, my dear."

"I was thinking about the future, and what I wanted it to be like." She shyly admits as you lean into her.

"Oh? Did that vision involve me?" You tease as she places her hand on yours.

"In your dreams."

"Well, I guess we're done dating, then." You shrug before she intertwines her fingers with yours.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, babe. You didn't let me finish what I was saying, either."

"Go on, then. What does this future of yours look like?" You take a swig of your drink as she answers you.

"One day, I'd like to settle down with you and buy a place of our own. I'm okay with whatever future you may want, as long as I get to live in peace with you."

"Ah… that's a very good plan." You say while trying to not spit out your drink. "I'd like that too, you know."

You reach out, and your hand gently caresses her cheek. She shyly looks away for a moment before looking back into your eyes.

"How about a toast to the future?" You suggest before taking your hand off of her face.

She deflates at the loss of your touch before grabbing her drink.

"A future with you is worth toasting to."

You grab your glass, and the satisfying clinking sound it makes when her glass connects with yours strikes a nerve deep inside of you.

Anything in the world would be possible if you had your love, Kim Lip, by your side.