#lava scissors

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Happy Pride! I've been meaning to do one of these for a while and was waiting till Pride Month to do so. 3 of these I picked because it was obvious (Sashannarcy, Lumity and Lava Scissors) while the other 3 was picked by friends in a Discord I'm in. It's been awhile since I've drawn Rednid so it was nice to do that again, I hadn't drawn Ragatha or Pomni before (that I can remember) so I hope I managed to translate the 3D to 2D and I haven't drawn Freiren characters before (it's been a while since I've drawn anime on the regular) so I hope I did okay with them. Had to go with a meme pose cause I couldn't figure out a good pose and didn't want to erase too many times. Idk if I'll do another one this month, maybe if I have time (I doubt it)

[lonely-lorddominator]

Ok I been wondering who would win in a fight Dom or Hekapoo

[rscroogedraws]

Gift for @thisbelongsto-nohbodys

Congrats on getting to the last arc of Lonely Lord Dominator! Your comics inspired me to start trying to draw and create my own fan comics. Hope you keep it up and good luck with your original Leilana comics as well as any Amphibia fan comics or others you have planned. :D

[splatastickinhelp]

sanitised octoling stimboard + graphic for 🧪🧼🐙 anon!

🩹 🧪 🩹

🧪 🔬 🧪

🩹 🧪 🩹

[sylveonkawaii289]

🩵❤️Lava Lamp and Salt Lamp 🩵❤️

Art trade I did with @lexibon-1906

I had fun drawing these gals :3

[pill-of-doodlez]

A special art gift for a special fella

It's Lava Lamp!

OC by @c0mputer-s1lly

[harrysfolklore]

jacob elordi and yn make valentine's dinner | vogue

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi Vogue, It's Jacob," he greeted the camera, he was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans but looked absolutely dreamy, "And today I'm cooking a special Valentine's dinner for my girlfriend YN."

You smiled at him from the side of your kitchen, ready for him to introduce you.

"She's actually here to help me," that was your cue to walk into the frame, he pulled you by the waist and you grabbed the side of his face gently and pecked his lips, "She cannot cook to save her life," he spoke to the camera again, "So my role in the relationship is basically to be her personal chef."

"Okay, cut the sass," you chimed in, "Let's do it, what are we making today?"

"We're making a heart shaped pizza, since It's Valentine's day, then we're making espresso martinis, and a chocolate lava cake to top it off."

"Sounds delicious," you said, "Perks of having Jacob Elordi as your boyfriend, he grabs the stuff from the top shelves for you and he cooks a full course meal."

Jacob winked at you and then to the camera, then the crew stepped in to give you everything you needed for your dish.

"Right so we're gonna start off by making the pizza dough," Jacob began, "We need flour, oil, water, sugar, salt and instant yeast."

"And of course, a good looking sous chef," you teased, batting your eyelashes at the camera.

"That you are," Jacob pecked your cheek, "Now, sous chef, we need two cups,"

"Of this?" you pointed to the flour bowl.

"Yes," he put the ingredient on the mixer, "Two teaspoons of sugar,"

"I'll do that one," you grabbed the small bowl that contained what you thought was the sugar, and Jacob abruptly stopped you.

"No, love, that's the salt."

"Well dammit," you quickly put the bowl down, "Can we cut that part?" you told the crew and they laughed, Jacob just pinched your side affectionately.

"Let me add the ingredients into the mixer and you can help me pour the water, okay?"

Jacob put everything that was needed on the mixer and you slowly poured the water as the machine started working.

"So this is starting to come together now," Jacob spoke to the camera, "Just need it to turn up the heat a little bit," he said playfully and winked at the camera.

"You did not just say that."

"I did just say that," he winked at you now, "Now help me put the oil on."

You did as he said, pouring the oil on the mixture and then covering it with plastic foil.

"We need to put it in the fridge for two hours so it can rise,"

"I feel like Martha Stewart," you put a hand on your hip, "This is like, my dream."

The video showed a time lapse indicating that two hours had passed and it was time to get the dough out of the fridge.

"So Jacob is getting the dough out of the fridge," you explained to the camera, "And we're going to make two separate pizzas to see which one turns out the best."

"Are we actually gonna cut the heart?" Jacob approached you with the bowl, "But it looks so pretty, love."

"Sorry, I'm going to break your heart today on Valentine's day."

"Jesus," Jacob's eyes widened, "So this has been chilling for two hours, and now we have to make it look like a heart.

"Okay, move aside," you moved Jacob's hand away from the dough and he laughed, "This would be easier with a rolling pin but okay."

"So to do the heart shape we need scissors," he sad after carefully folding the dough in half, "Try it, love."

"Like you do with a card, right?" Jacob gave you a confused look, "A Valentine's day card."

"Just don't cut the whole pizza in half," you rolled your eyes at him, "I'm not judging your cooking abilities, love. Just guiding you through the process."

"Just go get the ceramic pizza stone and let's get this in the oven."

"We need to put on the ingredients first, don't we?" Jacob raised his eyebrows

"Oh you're right," you grabbed a bowl with tomato sauce, "So I'm going to cover the whole thing, just leaving space for the crust," you poured the sauce with a spoon, "Am I overdoing this?" you asked your boyfriend.

"No, you like it, like a lot of tomato, don't you?", you nodded, "Just spread it out a little bit," you did as he said, "It's perfect babe, well done."

"We're diving this," you signaled with your hands, "This is your territory and this is mine.

"Okay but let's not cut it, because then that's like cutting the heart and that's sad."

The crew asked you to describe a romantic moment as you decorated your pizza, and Jacob was the first one to speak.

"She is really romantic," he said as he peeled an onion, "The other day when we got back from New York she planted this cute, like herb garden outside on our patio and we had a picnic there, it was lovely."

"One of the most romantic things Jacob has ever done for me was when he surprised me with a spontaneous road trip to a secluded cabin in the mountains," you added, sprinkling shredded mozzarella cheese on your side of the pizza. "He had everything planned out, a cozy fireplace, a bottle of wine, and a clear view of the starlit sky. It was incredibly romantic."

"Yeah, that was a special trip," Jacob smiled at you, his eyes soft at the memory, as he arranged slices of pepperoni on his half of the pizza, "She was freezing so we cuddled a lot, that was nice."

You finished up your pizza and Jacob carefully placed it on the heated oven, then the crew got everything ready to star with your dessert.

"Alright, so we're making the chocolate lava cake," Jacob clasped his hands together, "Do you think you can do it, babe?

"Let's do it!"

You and Jacob followed the recipe for the cake, you helped him pour the eggs and mix the ingredients together, earning compliments from him about your cooking skills improving.

"So now, these," Jacob grabbed the tray with the two small chocolate cakes, "Which YN just poured very perfectly, are going in the oven for about 12 minutes at 450.

You closed the oven and the final thing to prepare for your menu was your drinks, the espresso martini.

"So we're going to make the espresso martini, the virgin espresso martini," Jacob said to the camera, "Because this one is on a non alcohol diet."

"You gotta keep the system healthy!"

Jacob poured all the ingredients into the drink mixer and moved it up and down, his biceps twitching at the movement.

"I'm impressed," you said as he poured down the drink in your glasses, "That was sexy, baby."

"Thanks, glad to know," Jacob winked at you, "Cheers," he handed your glass, you clicked it with his and sipped at the drink, "This is pretty good, let's take it to the table."

You moved to the table, where you pizza and cakes were perfectly placed along with some lit up candles and flowers for decoration.

"This looks amazing," you said as you looked at the food in front of you.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Jacob took the seat in front of you, "My side of the pizza looks nicer."

"No," you said with a serious tome but then your eyes softened, "Happy Valentine's day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's day," he smiled fondly at you, "You happy? You like this?"

"Yeah, I love it," you squeezed your hand quickly, "Can we start eating?"

You ate your dinner, bantering about which side of the pizza was better and which one of you had been the better chef, even though there were cameras and crew around, it felt like an intimate moment between the two of you.

"Here, try the dessert," Jacob said once you were done with your pizza, spoon feeding you a bite, "It's good, isn't it?"

"So good, I'm such a chocolate lover," you said, "I feel like I was great help to you in the kitchen, what do you say?"

"Really good help," he took a spoonful of the cake, "Best looking osus chef ever."

"Thank you, I really appreciate that," you squeezed his hand again, "I really tried for you today."

"Yeah, cause usually I make her a drink and she just watches me cook," he told the camera, "She's obsessed with me, can't take her eyes off."

"Cheers babe, I love you," you ignored his comment and raised your drink, "happy Valentine's day,

"Happy Valentine's day,"

"I'm going for it," you said as you rose from your seat, "Why do I always am eager to be the kisser?"

"She just wants to kiss me so bad," he stood from his seat and placed a kiss to your lips, "Love you."

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Queue me sprinting to the inbox when I got the notice that your inbox was open! First off, congrats on 5k! Ok now business: can I request something along the lines of Ghost realizing he’s become attached his partner (maybe the reader is the same rank or a sniper or something where they’ve known each other a while) but it’s a situation where it’s a harsh realization. Like it was the one time they didn’t go on a mission together and the reader got hurt real bad (like Ghost only found out because he happened to be on the tarmac when the reader’s body was being carried out of a helicopter by medics) and that’s how he realizes he loves the reader. Because it hits him like a ton of bricks that he might loose them and just breaks down but it ends with him being by the reader’s side and confessing in his own way when they wake up

—Blood Like Obsidian

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Simon can only fight against so many nurses as they shove him back from your operation room.] ❞

He doesn’t recall how he felt the moment he spotted your body being dragged out of that Helo, arm limp over the shoulder of one of the men in your unit. He doesn’t even remember what Soap was talking to him about on the tarmac. 

Because at that instance, the entire world seemed to stop in one horrible moment of mute panic and brown, wide eyes. 

Simon watched for a moment in shock, seeing your limp form as the soldier carrying you screamed out for a medic, moving as fast as he could in the direction of the on-base hospital; jostling you. Soap finally looks over.

“Holy hell,” the Scot breathes, head pulling back. 

Simon’s already sprinting. 

“Give her to me,” he growls to the soldier, who looks up at him in shock as he appears like an apparition. 

“S-sir, I—”

“Fucking hand her over!” Simon orders, eye flashing, his accent already making the aggressive voice even more so as he spits from behind his mask. 

The man immediately presents your unconscious form, blood so saturated into your gear that the black looks like obsidian; shiny like that natural glass formed after lava cools. There’s a damn hole in your chest. 

Taking you up easily, your dead weight makes his chest tighten, a sharp inhale sounding off from Simon before he grits his teeth and holds you tighter.

The Lieutenant grunts and takes off, feet slamming into the ground. He glances down at you in rapid intervals, gazing at your expressionless face for long seconds before it snaps back up to the road ahead—it’s no more than a few seconds before Simon slams his shoulder into a door. 

The barrier hits the far wall and nurses all look up in momentary fear.

“Help her!” He sounds desperate, and his hands dig into you harshly. If you’d been awake, you’d be telling him to let go before you developed marks. The nurses are still paused at the sudden appearance of the monster-ish man in black and gray. Simon barks like a dog, stepping closer. “Fuckin’ hell, are you bastards bloody deaf?!”

The others dash forward and tell him to place you on one of the rolling beds, and he does so without another word; heart so violently beating in his chest that he’s panting, breath loud in his own head.

The nurses are calling to one another, yelling to grab an available doctor and get you into surgery, beginning to wheel you away. Simon jogs along, eyes not leaving your face but ever silent with his hands clenched.

He hadn’t given much thought to how he felt about you—nothing was ever going to come of it. Years of missions and companionship with you. You, the ever-present bit of light that had stayed longer than all others. 

You, the only woman he would ever love.

The realization makes Simon’s legs nearly lock from under him, stumbling for a moment as one nurse peels back your vest and takes a pair of scissors to cut away the fabric over the mess of torn flesh and spitting veins.

You leave droplets of blood behind you, trailing off the limp hand that points to the floor from over the edge of the bed. 

Simon grabs at it and brings the hand to your chest, and he notices his own fingers shaking as he desperately moves his eyes up and down your body. He can’t even look at the wound—large, deadly. You jerk around with every movement as if you're already dead.

The Lieutenant feels his eyes burn with stark betrayal but barely pays attention.

As they’re pushing you into a pair of double doors, Simon remembers he was supposed to be with you during this mission, but had been reassigned last minute. The thought is so sudden he nearly forgets to ask where they’re bringing you. But the man recovers quickly.

“Oi!” He shouts, arms pushing him back from the door. Half of the nurses are telling him he needs to leave. He growls and jerks away from them, eyes flashing dangerously but always darting back to the door as it sways back and forth. 

But he knows why he’s out here—and the Lieutenant certainly doesn’t know how to operate on someone no matter how much he did.

He steps back and the rest of the nurses disappear back into your room. 

Simon puts a hand on the back of his head, gripping tightly at the fabric of his covering as he fears his teeth might break from how hard he’s clenching his jaw—grinding them across one another like a cheese grater. 

He loved you. Oh, God, he loved you. 

And he wasn’t there.

Turning away from the door, Simon paces the hallways until Soap re-joins him, any attempt the Sergeant makes at conversation is immediately slashed down ruthlessly. Simon’s shoulders widen; eyes grow more dead the longer you’re gone from his sight. 

It’s five hours until there’s any word, and when there is, the Lieutenant is alone again—his leg jumping along the floor and his hands held in a single fist under his nose; elbows on knees.

When he’s able to see you—stable but the future still uncertain, he sleeps there. 

Simon sleeps on the floor beside your hospital bed for two days straight, and the nurses are too afraid to tell him he can’t do that. So they don’t tell him at all. 

On day three, the man has only left the room to go to the bathroom; no food, no showers, or new clothes. He’d gone through worse, what was hunger? What was the small uncomfortableness in his chest? Nothing. It was nothing. 

During the day he watches your face, standing or sitting doesn’t matter. The nurses come and go, the doctor too, and he lets them work silently. Simon doesn’t speak to them.

But he does speak to you. 

And on day four, he plays with your fingers with a single hand, taking the flesh and watching it move. Feeling your pulse. 

The Lieutenant grunts. 

“Should’ve been there,” he hisses to himself harshly. “Should ‘ave never let you bloody go alone, yeah? Been by my side for ages.” Simon scoffs, glaring at the bedsheets. “My fuckin’ fault you’re ‘ere. No one can watch your back better, should’ve known that.” He misses the small twitch in your hand, too self-absorbed with his faults. 

Simon was never one for airing his grievances; the man was a master at suffering in the quiet nights. But this was a special case.

Your finger twitches again. 

“...Shouldn’t say stuff like that,” your words slur, and Simon’s head snaps up; heart lurching. He goes silent. 

Your eyes are only half-open, body heavy. You’ll be going back to sleep in mere moments, but you’d been awake long enough to understand what was going on. Simon watches, but his hand slips into yours. Grasping tightly. 

An unknown weight is taken from him at the twitch of a smirk on your lips.

“Care about you too, Big Guy.” 

He won’t tell you he loves you—he’s not that kind of person. He won’t explain the panic or the fear. Terror, really. 

But he’ll slip off his mask and let you see him, his thumb running the length of your knuckles. He’ll sigh and those browns will give way to the rare expressions he shows so few. 

He’ll let his head bend down to rest on your thigh as you fall back to sleep. Simon’s hand still holding yours.

You know.

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[talesof-old]

Could you write a poly!marauders smut? They being super sassy, while reader is just needy

i hope i did this justice 🧎‍♂️i was supposed to post this last night but i forgot rip

little puppy | j.p., r.l., s.b.

pairing(s): poly!marauders x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, needy ready, mean marauders if you squint (they’re just teasing i swear), oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, fem pronouns, reader has a vag, this is short, not proofread or edited

word count: 511

masterlist

“Look at our little puppy.” Sirius swiped his thumb over your wet, swollen lips.

Remus chuckled from below you, the vibrations like lightning against your overstimulated clit. You writhed, back arching in desperation. Warm, calloused hands caressed your trembling shoulders. Your eyes rolled back as Remus nudged your clit with his nose, tongue thrusting shallowly in and out of your cunt.

You caught a glance of James’ smug face before squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t help the whine that left your throat as he hauled you up his body.

“Can’t even let us have a turn, can you? Prongs always has to get a taste.” There was no true animosity in Remus’ voice, even as James nosed at your neck. He laughed, the sound warm honey as you melted against his warm chest. Your legs fall open as Sirius takes Remus’ place. He cupped your breasts, cold fingers harsh against your bare tits. You pushed your chest further into the grip, his fingers digging into the sensitive tissue.

“Oh you like that, do you?”

You moaned in response. Remus palmed your thigh. “She’s so fucked up she can’t even speak. Our little dovey can’t take it.” The words were enough to break you out of your pleasured state, if only for a minute.

“No, no, I can take it. Promise.”

Remus hummed at that, watching with half-lidded as Sirius slid two fingers into your cunt. Your mouth fell open, a string of moans falling from your lips. James peppered kisses along your throat and collarbone as Sirius thrusted in and out of your cunt, scissoring his fingers as he went. Your thighs shook as he kept a fast pace, body pushed further into James’ with every thrust. Sirius grinned as he used his other hand to pinch your nipple. Your moan turned into a high pitched whine.

James palmed at your hips, keeping you from bucking against Sirius’ hand as you were pushed closer to your third orgasm of the night. Your blood seemed like lava as you felt your end begin to wash over you. You clenched around Sirius’ fingers, body taunt.

“Please-please, Siri-”

You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. Too out of it and focused on your pleasure to notice Remus’ laughter as your thighs clamped around Sirius’ hips or the way your mouth opened in a silent scream.

“I think pup needs a little break, we might just break her if we keep going.” Sirius’ words were as teasing as they could be, and you nearly whimpered when his pulled his fingers from your puffy cunt. You fell onto the sheets with a huff, limbs like jello as you threw up a middle finger in his general direction. James laughed, grabbing your hand and kissing your wrist. Their voices faded as you floated in and out of sleep, only coming to as Remus kissed your forehead. “You gotta get clean dovey, I know how much you hate going to bed dirty.” You shrugged beneath him. You weren’t really sure you cared at the moment.

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[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Valentines commission #6- Held by her demon (gf)

Commissioned by @sinkusanagi who wanted Dominator in a full nelson hold by Hekapoo. This hot (puns!) couple are about to have some fun.

[lonely-lorddominator]

What would happen if Noel drank coffee?

☕☕☕

[pompadourpink]

Games

Arm wrestling - le bras de fer

Battleship - la Bataille navale

Blanket fort - une cabane

Blindman's bluff - Colin-Maillard

Board game - un jeu de plateau/société

Brain teaser - casse-tête (m)

Cards - les cartes (f)

Checkers - les dames (f)

Chess - les échecs (m)

Chinese jump rope - jouer à l'élastique

Clue - Cluedo

Coconut shy - chamboule-tout (m)

Connect 4 - Puissance 4

Crocodile dentist - Croc' Dentist

Crosswords - les mots fléchés (m)

Dodgeball - la balle au prisonnier

Don't wake dad - Réveille pas papa

Game of life - Destin, le jeu de la vie

Guess who? - Qui est-ce ?

Hangman - le Pendu

He loves me, he loves me not - Je t'aime, un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, à la folie, pas du tout

Hide and seek - Cache-cache

Hopscotch - la marelle

Hungry hippos - Hippos gloutons

I've got your nose - J'ai volé ton nez

Jumping rope - une corde à sauter

Leapfrog - saute-mouton

Make believe - Faire semblant

Marbles - jouer aux billes (f)

Minesweeper - Démineur

Monopoly - le Monopoly

Musical chairs - les chaises musicales (f)

Off-ground tag - chat perché (m)

Operation - Docteur Maboul (: Dr. Crazy)

Pattycake - Trois petits chats

Pay day - la Bonne paye

Peekaboo - Coucou (beuh)

Pillow fight - une bataille d'oreillers

Pop up Pirate - Pic Pirate

Puzzle - un puzzle

Quiet game - le Roi du silence

Risk - la Conquête du monde

Rock paper scissor - Pierre feuille ciseaux

Scrabble - le Scrabble - with the accent

Simon says - Jacques a dit

Slide - le toboggan

Snowball fight - Bataille de boules de neige

Statues - Un, deux, trois, soleil

Swing - la balançoire

Table football - Babyfoot (m)

Tag - jouer à chat/au loup/au gendarme et au voleur

Tamagochi - un Tamagochi

Tea party - la dinette

The floor is lava - le sol est en lave

Thumb war - la bataille de pouces, le bras de fer chinois

Trivial Pursuit - le Trivial Pursuit - with the accent

Truth or dare - Action ou vérité

Videogame - un jeu vidéo

Water fight - une bataille d'eau

Word search - les mots mêlés (m)

Fanmail - masterlist (2016-) - archives - hire me - reviews (2020-) - Drive

[kinardbrainrot]

bigheartbuck here, fic idea! pls write this:

established bucktommy, buck mows the lawn :)

oh hello bigheartbuck <333 here's 1k of bt completely failing at doing yard work!! (in case you couldn't tell, i've never touched a lawn mower in my life)

~

By Buck's estimation, Tommy's been pretending to read on the back porch for about twenty minutes now, his big body barely fitting on the old swing, one leg fully stretched out, the other spread open invitingly, knee bent and foot firmly planted on the ground. Tommy's using it to slowly rock the swing back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

The movement is a little hypnotic but if Buck's honest with himself, it has more to do with Tommy's tanned thighs on display, where his shorts are riding up, than anything else. One of his arms is folded behind his head, bicep bulging, while the other is holding a book about aviation in the First World War that Buck bought for him, back when they were together the first time around. He's even got his old man reading glasses out, thin rectangle frames he keeps perched on the top of his nose and that drive Buck absolutely insane in a hot for teacher way.

Claudette is curled up somewhere near his foot and Buck isn't close enough to tell, but he assumes the old girl is purring, happy to enjoy a warm summer day comfortably in the shade with her favourite human. No matter what Tommy says about his cat falling in love with Buck at first sight, he knows in an actual competition between them, he loses every single time. Tommy rescued her from the streets when she was but a little thing who could fit in the palm of his hand (Yes, Buck has seen the proof in the form of pictures and videos; they're devastating.) and they've been inseparable loners together ever since. Tommy likes to joke she's his lucky charm because he hasn't met a superstition he doesn't love to ridicule and the whole black cats are bad luck thing is 'silly nonsense', according to him.

They paint the perfect 'nice relaxed day off' picture is the thing.

Except Tommy hasn't turned a page in twenty minutes. In fact, Tommy hasn't turned a page since Buck got out of the house they now share, wearing an old battered pair of jeans he took some scissors to a few months ago, cutting them mid-thighs in a fit of annoyance, and one of Tommy's own tank top.

Tommy was deeply into the book at that point, Buck knows, because he barely even reacted when he dropped some iced tea on the table next to him, pressing a fleeting kiss to his temple and muttering: “I’m gonna take care of the lawn, if you’re okay with the noise.” 

And Tommy hummed his agreement, hand reaching to pet Buck’s side, fingers lingering on their way down when they met Buck’s exposed thighs, rubbing at the point where jeans meet skin, stroking against the hair there in a way that made Buck want to abandon all of his lawn mowing plans in favour of a little light making out.

Still, this is his yard too now, with the little garden he's been tending to, flowers and vegetables and herbs, a visual cue that he's here to stay, they both are, and the reminder always makes something hot like lava squirm in his lower belly, the idea that this isn't Tommy's house anymore, it's theirs. So he stuck to his original plan that didn't involve getting hot and heavy in the backyard where any of their neighbors could watch.

Except Tommy's eyes haven't left Buck's body since he stepped away and got the mower out of the shed.

It’s cute that he thinks Buck hasn’t noticed.

And Buck? Well, he's nowhere near done, but he's not above being a brat for attention. Especially when he knows how much Tommy loves it when he's acting up. So, he turns the mower off and makes a big show of stretching before grabbing the bottom of Tommy's tank top, wiping the sweat off his face with it. Then, he takes the top off entirely, making sure the angle is just right for the best view from the porch.

He sneaks a look, smirking when he realizes Tommy's book is resting on his chest now, all pretense that he was still reading long abandoned. Buck's smile widens, getting ready for the kill shot, almost prancing all the way to the garden hose.

"Really, Evan?" Tommy calls out to him in an amused tone. "A bit much, don't you think?"

"I'm hot," Buck mock-whines, turning the water on and spraying himself shamelessly.

"Oh, I'm not disputing that, baby," Tommy replies, voice that perfect mix of gentle and a little mocking, the way Buck likes it best. "Just wandering if this porn show includes actually mowing our lawn."

And it's stupid, it's so fucking stupid, the way Buck's heart jumps at that (our lawn), but it does, it really does.

So he shrugs, unapologetic, and says: "eventually?"

And even from the other side of the yard, Buck can see the way Tommy rolls his eyes, fond as anything, before gesturing at him to come over. Buck almost trips on the hose in his excitement to turn the water off and he feels himself blush a little when Tommy snorts.

"Look at you," Tommy says, voice low, hungry, when Buck finally makes his way back to the swing, still dripping. Tommy takes a second to put his book on the table, laughing when Claudette jumps off the swing in a huff when the movement disturbs her. He waits until she's properly gone to reach for the back of Buck's thighs, dragging him closer, fingers sneaking underneath Buck's shorts, teasing him.

"Hey," Buck whispers, grabbing Tommy's jaw before giving him a filthy kiss, lowering himself between Tommy's legs, and the swing really is too old to support two big men like them, but Buck's ready to roll the dice. "I'll finish the lawn after," Buck promises between kisses, rolling his hips a little too provocatively.

They should probably take this inside.

And they will, in a minute.

"I think we both know I'm gonna end up doing it," Tommy teases.

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Random incorrect twst first-year quotes I saved

Deuce: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!

Ace: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!

Yuu: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!

Jack: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!

Sebek : Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!

Epel: Throw a brick at someone to kill them!

Yuu: Time for plan G.

Jack: Don’t you mean plan B?

Yuu: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Epel: What about plan D?

Yuu: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Sebek : What about plan E?

Yuu: I’m hoping not to use it. Deuce dies in plan E.

Ace: I like plan E.

*when the Squad drops food*

Deuce: Eh, oh well.

Epel: FIVE-SECOND RULE!

Ace: FUCK!

Jack: *just gets more food*

Yuu: *drops to their knees and mourns the food*

Sebek : *eats the food off the ground*

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Sebek, Jack, and Deuce: *spinning a little and talking*

Epel, Ace, and Yuu: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Epel: The floor is lava!

Jack: *helps Sebek onto the counter*

Ace: *kicks Deuce off the sofa*

Yuu: *lays on the floor*

Epel: ...Are you okay?

Yuu: No.

Jack: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Yuu, watching Sebek screaming, Ace trying to set a sleeping Deuce on fire, and Epel choking on air: I don't know either.

Deuce: We need to distract these guys

Ortho: Leave it to me

Ortho: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Yuu, Ace, and Epel: *Immediately begin arguing*

Jack, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

'Can I copy the homework?'

Ortho: I can help you with it!

Deuce: Yeah, sure.

Yuu: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Ace: lol nope.

Epel: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Jack: *Read 5:55pm*

Yuu: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Ortho: >:O language

Deuce: Yeah watch your fucking language

Epel: OKAY WHO TAUGHT DEUCE THE FUCK WORD?

Ace: 'The fuck word'.

Sebek: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Deuce: Oh my god they censored it

Epel: Say fuck, Sebek.

Ace: Do it, Sebek. Say fuck.

Yuu: Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!

Jack: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.

Deuce: More or less, I guess...

Ortho: That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!

Epel: I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.

Ace: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Yuu, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Ace: Hey.

Deuce: Hi.

Jack: Hello.

Ortho: Hey!

Yuu: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Epel: We were out of Doritos.

Ortho: Hewwo.

Ace: Hihiiiiii!

Sebek: Greetings, Humans.

Jack: Three kinds of people.

Deuce: I want pudding.

Jack: Four kinds of people.

Yuu: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Jack: Five kinds of people.

Yuu: Would you slap Deuce-

Ace: Yes.

Yuu: I didn't even finish!

Ace: Sorry, continue.

Yuu: Would you slap Deuce for 10 dollars?

Ace: I would do it for free.

Deuce: Rude...

Epel: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!

Epel: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

Grim: Tomorrow’s the Cooking Contest. Yuu always tells me one thing every year. They say, “You might win if you’d stop eating your entry!” But how would I know whether it’s an award-winning dish without tasting it first? This may be a problem humanity will have to grapple with for eternity…

Ace: It’s funny how well you and Sebek get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

Yuu: Sebek hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

Deuce: Where's Epel?

Yuu: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Yuu, shouting: Jack sucks!

Epel , distantly: Jack is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Yuu: Found them.

Yuu: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Grim : Mine just says "Grim no."

Yuu: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Yuu: I have an idea.

Jack: A good idea?

Yuu: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Ortho: You believe me?

Yuu: Ortho, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Yuu: I give up. I am so tired.

Ace: Get the emergency supply!

Ortho: *carries Grim and places them in front of Yuu*

Grim: *smiles*

Yuu: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

[pokepollsters]

Lumi Plays Pokémon: White 2 Bug Monotype Run- Part 24- The End

Well folks, after all this time, we're here. No wasting time, I've already posted the final team and movesets, so let's just get started, and we're starting off by fighting Caitlin!

It's time for Operation: Candy.

I switched out his item before battle, because I knew Caitlin would lead Musharna. I click Shell Smash, and she Yawns. I boost again, and she predicts the switch, trying to Yawn again, but I stay in and Candy falls asleep. But wait!

I was ready for it with a Chesto Berry! Four X-Scissors later and Caitlin is done. Nice job Candy!

Next up is Grimsley.

I tentatively try another strategy, but this time there's no need for a Chesto Berry, so the Shell Bell goes back on Candy. His Liepard leads, going for Fake Out, then Night Slash, while I get up a Shell Smash. He then goes for Attract after I get another Shell Smash in- but it doesn't faze Candy. Another four X-Scissors and Grimsley is no more.

The two easy fights are over, time for some real challenge as I take on Shauntal.

I lead Gumball against her Cofagrigus, knowing the key to taking it down is Toxic. I set up the poison and tank a Psychic, chipping her down with Dig before she takes out Gumball. With about half health, I switch to Teabag, hoping he can finish the job. He just about can't. Cofagrigus gets off Will O' Wisp and faints to poison.

In comes Chandelure, and with Teabag's attack cut in half by the burn, I let Teabag faint to a Fire Blast- though not before weakening it with Shadow Claw! I send in Candy, who hangs in after a Fire Blast and KOs with Rock Slide. Unfortunately, he can't do much to the incoming Golurk before he's knocked out himself.

I send in Lava Cake, hoping to get the job done with Giga Drain. It works, though we take some big Earthquake damage that leaves Lava Cake softened up for Drifblim to pick off. It's okay though, because Lava Cake's Flamethrower also softened up Drifblim for Lemondrop to swoop in with a Thunder and finish things off. Another victory!

Now comes the scariest Elite 4 member, I think. I make preparations by giving Candy Aerial Ace over Bulldoze, and give Lava Cake a Twistedspoon to boost Psychic before we go to fight Marshal.

I intend to start the fight with Lava Cake, and blast Throh out of existence with Psychic but uh.

I forgot to switch my lead. Gumball gets some chip damage in and goes down so I can get a clean switch and Psychic knocks out Throh. Sorry Gumball!

Next is the scary Conkeldurr. I go for Psychic, praying Lava Cake can do enough, but it's too bulky, and our beloved Volcarona goes down to Stone Edge. Thankfully though, Marshal doesn't heal, and Lemondrop's Thunder is enough to finish it!

In comes Sawk, and we break his Sturdy with a Volt Switch to Drumstick, who easily wins the 1-vs-1. He's weakened though, and the final Pokémon, Mienshao, knocks him out. But Thunder from Lemondrop does the job again, and Marshal is defeated!

Just the champion to go.

Iris is no joke! One of the toughest Champions, and with so many Dragon Types on her team, she's gonna be scary when we have no Ice or Dragon moves ourselves!

I lead with Lemondrop to scout out her lead- I don't remember it and don't wanna spoil myself!

Oh. It's Hydreigon. Scary.

I know it must be going for a fire move this turn, and sure enough it does, as I Volt Switch to Lava Cake to take the Flamethrower. Thankfully, Signal Beam does enough to stop the monster in its tracks before things get scary!

In comes Druddigon. Oh yikes, this Druddigon. It has Flamethrower and Rock Slide, the same combo that I wiped to on Victory Road against a Flygon. It takes out Lava Cake, as Signal Beam isn't enough when it's a neutral move. I send in Gumball, hoping a Megahorn will be enough? We miss. Almost knocked out by Rock Slide. We try again? It's not enough. Okay, not Gumball then.

I look at the party, and feel like I should save Candy for later in the fight, you never know when you'll need Shell Smash, and Drumstick is useless when it has a fire move. I don't think Lemondrop is the right call either, so I hope Teabag can outspeed and get the KO? He can't.

Oh dear, things are looking bad to say the least. Time for the last ditch effort- Candy, please save us! We Shell Smash, and take a hit from the Druddigon. Finally, we outspeed, and an X-Scissor does him in. We're not out of the woods yet though!

Lapras next, and all I can do is pray that Rock Slide is enough. It is!! Candy gets another KO, and Iris sends in Archeops. Even with our Shell Smash, I'm worried we're not faster- but we are! Another Rock Slide KO!

Iris' penultimate Pokémon is Aggron. It has Sturdy, so it tanks the Bulldoze, and goes for... Autotomise? What? With that wasted turn, Candy takes one more KO!

Down to the final Pokémon, Haxorus. X-Scissor does a lot, but not enough, and Candy's sweep is stopped in its tracks with Earthquake. It's two versus one. But we don't have to worry, Drumstick comes in, takes the Earthquake like a champ, and ends it with one more Iron Head. We're the Pokémon champions!

And so we're inducted into the Hall of Fame, and the credits roll. I think about how grateful I am to the Bugs that got me here, and all of you for your support. Our journey is finally over.

With that, it's a wrap on the Bug Monotype Run!

Thank you so so much everyone for letting me experiment with something new for the blog, and your patience between updates. It's been a fun project, if hard work, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and if you'd ever be interested in seeing something similar again in the future!

I already mentioned in the team post earlier, but for anyone interested, I'm offering eggs from the team members as a sort of commemoration of the playthrough, so please let me know if you'd like your own baby Teabag, or any of the other brilliant bugs!

For now though, I hope you keep enjoying the rest of this blog, keep voting in the polls, and I'll still be here, doing what I do best. So this is Bug-Catcher Lumi, signing off for the last time!

And a bonus well earned medal:

[mediumgayitalian]

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

Will hums, flicking his focus away from his work for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“If you’re sure. Tell me if you need a break.”

Nico says nothing. When the prick of the suture needle drags through his inflamed, torn skin, pain pushing through the numbing cream, he grits his teeth and stays still. Will notices anyway.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, brushing a gentle finger along his cheek. “Three stitches left, and then we’re done, promise.” He frowns. “It’s gonna scar, though.”

Nico huffs bitterly, careful not to move his face too much, careful to keep his eyes blank and trained forward.

“Whatever. Can’t make me look worse than I already do.”

He bites his tongue, furious with himself. He doesn’t care about a stupid scar. He has more of them than he can count. He doesn’t even count them anymore, doesn’t even bother. Werewolf scratches? Whatever. Monster in the woods leaves a gash on his leg? A little bit of nectar and a bandage, he’s out of the infirmary in an hour, the bandage staying on for even less time. Spattering burns from the lava wall? Not even worth a hummed note from a busy Kayla. He’s a patchwork, and he doesn’t have the time nor freedom to give a shit. This is his life, this is all demigods’ lives.

…He’s never scarred his face before, though.

The hellhound had caught him off guard. He’d been — distracted, stupidly, walking through the wood with his head in the clouds. It had snuck up on him, scratched him from temple to cheek before he could blink. He’s damn lucky he didn’t lose his eye.

The snip of the medical scissors startles him, eyes flicking to Will’s face on reflex. There’s a wrinkle in the space between his eyebrows, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth. Nico can smell the pungent salve, eucalyptus and lavender and something else he doesn’t recognise. It tickles pleasantly as Will spreads it gently over his red, torn, inflamed skin. He presses a cotton pad to Nico’s eye in silence, guiding his hand to hold it while he wraps it around Nico’s head.

The medic makes a little humming noise as he pulls away, tilting Nico’s head left to right as he inspects his work. Clearly satisfied, he nods, then busies himself with removing his gloves and organizing his suture set. Nico slides off the bed and walks over to the little square mirror on the infirmary wall, next to the nurse’s station. He looks quickly around, checking that the infirmary is empty — except for Will, it is — and then squares himself in front of it, examining himself critically.

It could be worse.

The first thing he notices is how stark the sterile bandage is against his skin. He’s tanned in his time at Camp Half-Blood, obviously, endless sun and walks around camp deepening his skin back to its original shade. His hair has grown out, wavy and fine and framing his face. Freckles dot his nose. His eyes — his eye — is dark, dark, dark brown, iris barely distinguishable from pupil. His cheeks are no longer sunken (were his cheekbones always this high?) and his ears stick out a little.

He looks, to his bewilderment, like Bianca. Without the bandage on his face, and if he grew his hair out a little more, they could be — twins.

“It’s never a good thing to worry what others think,” Will muses, voice floating in the empty air. Nico startles, whirling around to face him. He slides the last sterilized instrument — tiny surgical scissors — into its case, then turns to face Nico, smile soft and eyes like clear sky. “But for what it’s worth, I’ve been crushing on you forever, and I don’t think you’re any less gorgeous. With or without the scar.”

For the split second after Will speaks, Nico’s ears ring like T.V. static. Crush. Forever. Gorgeous.

The rage bubbles up in him so quickly it burns, red-hot, sharp and painful. He recognises half of it as hurt. Another chunk as — confusion, bewilderment, childish fear.

The look on Will’s face strikes him silent before he can open his mouth to seethe.

Nico knows how to read people. He has to. He’d learnt it quickly and he’d learnt it young, because he’d be dead if he didn’t. He knows the averted eyes of insincerity, the bitten-red lips of a liar, the twisting fingers linked with a con-man’s smile.

Will carries none of them.

Apollo’s golden child, he squirms when he lies. Diverts attention when Austin asks him the last time he slept, smiles a guilty smile and changes the subject when the last pack of Twizzlers goes mysteriously missing from the Hermes’ cabin secret stash. His dishonesty is easy to read.

His smile is wide, if a little lopsided, and his too-wide eyes don’t leave Nico’s face. His hands, for once, are still.

Nico swallows.

“Stitches will be out in a week,” Will says, seemingly oblivious to Nico’s gawking. “Bandages changed twice a day. And, Nico, for Olympus’ sake —” his stare turns stern — “do not be a stranger. I’d appreciate your company. Obviously.”

He leaves Nico staring as he damn near sashays out of the Big House, humming to himself.

What in Hades.

———

part two