#my dog had a thing with her reflection which was so cute! but….she is a hound dog

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Hi this is my first ever request lol, so I uh was wondering if you could write a soap x reader little red riding hood. It could be some cute fluff or I guess even smutty depending on how you'd want to depict it. Sorry if it's a rather blank request, I'm very bland when it comes to writing and such (>_<)

Hi love! Thank you so much for the request, I hope I met your expectations 🩷

It did turn really smutty though, so I hope you don't mind 🩷

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W: Werewolf!Soap x Little Red Riding Hood!Reader (inspired at least), smut, defined breeding kink must it's mostly a werewolf thing, biting, mentions of pregnancy (is the breeding kink warm up, you know), knoting.

You were used to being the one taking your grandma her food, making sure she still ate the produce she couldn't acquire in her house deep into the forest.

So every other week, you would do your little journey. It didn't take long, you'll get to her house before lunch time and you chose to stay the day with her before making your way back.

You already knew the path like the back of your hand, always on time and never getting lost.

There is also Johnny, a friendly neighbour who on many occasions chooses to walk along with you. The chat is nice, makes the walk more entertaining even when you go the different route that Johnny showed you; just because it is longer and that way you can talk for longer.

You obviously didn't trust him at first, a grown man in the middle of the forest sounds terrifying on its own. And you need to add to that the fact that Johnny is built like a brick house.

“I could have you for dinner.” He joked once when you asked him what did he ate to be so big. A silly joke.

The fear of the big man following you in the forest, quickly turned into the big man walking with you. And the little fear you had of the wild dissipated the closer he walked with you.

Especially, when during the spring rumours started flying around about a massive wolf living in the forest. Apparently a huge striped dog has been seen walking on the forest line for a couple of weeks now, always looking into the town but never quite entering.

The dog, big enough to be the size of a grown man on his hinged legs, eyes that reflect the light of the fire and teeth to rip the flesh off the bone.

Your grandma moved out of her house, moving inside town to be away from the animal. Still, you couldn't sleep at night knowing Johnny was out there.

With your grandma living in your house, you didn't have an excuse to walk in the forest. But still, on a freezing morning in the middle of spring you found yourself walking inside the forest wishing you could come across Johnny quickly and be back home.

What you come across instead, is a growling behind you. So deep you feel it shaking your bones before you can see it. You only need to see the outline of the monster before you are sprinting for your life, it is a stupid decision and you know it. It immediately triggers the beast to follow you.

The path to your grandma's house has never been so long and you don't even make half way through before you fall, tripping on your own feet. You turn around, looking for the dog which seems to have evaporated into thin air.

A warm hand on your back makes you jump, turning around and coming face to face with Johnny, a pained expression on his face. You jump into his arms, a groan into your ear as he hugs you back, a bit too hard.

You peel back when he cups your face. “You shouldn't be here, bonnie.” He says, looking in pain, making every alarm bell ring on your head.

You pat his body, looking for any injury and hearing him groan whenever your hand touches his body. “Are you in pain? Did it attack you? Are you fine?” You ask frantically.

“Lass!” He grunts, making you look into his eyes, dark when you lay your eyes on his. “You need to get back! Get away from me!”

“But why?” You ask, hurt with the rejection. “I came here just for you, Johnny…”

He groans, looking away from your face as he licks his lips. He sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “You need to go back because every part of my body is screaming at me to eat you whole, bonnie.”

“You can.” It comes out before you can register it, you are not a stranger to your own feelings for the man in front of you. The weekly walks, your hand on his arm, his hand on your back, the soft pecks on your cheek when saying goodbye. It quickly had you getting home warm on the face and your tummy.

The man groans again, closing his eyes, as if your words hurt him. “You don't know what you are saying-”

“I do! I do know!” You argue, cutting him off and sitting up closer to him but his arms pull you back. He looks down on you, searching for any doubt in your face. Anything that could silence the hungry voice in his brain, but when the only thing he can find is the same hunger in yours he laps forward, crushing his lips on yours.

He is not gentle by any means, his wide hands roam your body pulling you closer, grabbing your body, winking his nails into your flush meat, biting your lips, growling on your mouth. His hands scrunch up your dress, ripping the bloomers under it making you gasp at the feeling of the cold air on your core.

“I can fucking smell you, bonnie. And it's driving me mad. You have been driving me mad for months.” He grunts against your mouth, grabbing your hips to sit you on top of his.

You whine at his words. “I want to feel you, Johnny. I want to feel you here.” You say, grabbing one of his hands to place it on top of your crying cunt.

Johnny takes a deep breath, regulating himself, before he sinks two of his fingers inside of you; the stretch making you mewl against Johnny's neck, moaning softly as he starts to move his wrist.

You can feel him grind his hips against your, the material of his trousers rubbing against your exposed clit making you whine and he quickly shushes you kissing your temple as his fingers open you up for him.

“I can't wait to sink into you, my sweet bonnie.” He groans at you, making you clench at the sound.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, closing his eyes as he hums at the taste. His pupils impossibly wide when he opens them again, the blue on his eyes barely visible.

He helps you onto your hand and knees, standing behind you as he licks your neck from behind, his tip probing at your entrance. You don't have a chance to peek at his shaft, so you don't expect the wide stretch that just simply seems to never end.

Never in your life has you felt this full, the stretch of his fingers far from enough and it has you falling face first with his hands on your hips.

He grunts when he bottoms out inside of you, bending down to lick the tears on your cheeks. “Shh, bonnie lass. You are taking me so well, I could live right here. So tight, so warm, so wet “ he moans, pulling his hips slightly back making you whine as you clench down making him grunt.

It's too much, it is reaching places you were not aware existed; his wide hands on your hips keeping you in place, it has your brain mushy barely able to put your hands under your face to prevent yourself from eating dirt.

His thrust starts to get deeper, slowly pulling out until only his tip is inside just to push in again just as deliciously slow as the first one. It is torturous how slow he fills you up, the empty feeling when he pulls back making you whine and move your hips back.

He pulls himself back, not wanting to give in to his instincts just yet, needing to know you are ready. The way your cunts sucks him in whenever he pulls back making him grunt; he hears you moan his name, asking for more, and that is everything he needs to hear.

He bends down, hugging your middle as he shoves his face on your neck, keeping you in place to be able to piston his dick in and out of your weeping cunt as fast as his hips allow him.

It pulls the breath out of your lungs, only able to moan loud like a whore as the man on your back fucks you like a bitch in heat.

His arms are tight around your body, his grunts and groans loud on your ear and when his hand moves lower, right over your clit rubbing it, is like pushing the button to have you coming undone.

You cry out his name, eyes rolling back as you do, your cunt pulsing around his cock making him fuck you faster.

You don't have time to come back down, not stopping pleasure waving over you. Filth being talked into your brain. “I'm gonna fuck you full of my pups, love. Gonna keep you forever, full of me, love. Gonna make you a mama, round and plush.” He groans, his brain empty of any sense and only listening to his instincts of breeding, the spring making him completely lose his ability to think clearly.

Another round of stretch has you whining softly, you are already to the brim what is it now? You cry at the feeling, Johnny mouth opening over the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His thrust became sloppy, more shallow as if he couldn't move as freely. He bites down hard on your shoulder, making you whine at the pain but the way you clench down on his length as he grunting as he comes inside of you, his hips flush with yours.

You moan at the feeling, warmth feeling every bit of your inside. But after a while you try to pull, wanting to lay down. Just for a stinging sensation to make you cry and Johnny to grab your hips to prevent you from moving.

“Let's stay like this for a little, bonnie. We stuck.” He groans, as if it makes perfect sense.

“What?” You ask confused.

“Shh, I'll explain it to you later, love.” He says, licking your neck like a dog and caressing your body.

And you want to argue, to understand what he means, to understand what is inside of you opening you so widely, to understand why he was talking about pups, to understand why he bite your shoulder so hard, to understand why the wolf following you suddenly disappeared when he appeared, to understand why he told you to go away, to understand how he found you so easily.

But your eyelids start to weigh tons when Johnny hums behind you, kissing your neck. Plus, the spring is barely starting and Johnny's den is close by. He'll explain later, when his brain stops screaming at him to keep breeding you.

[furrysmp]

decided to go sunbringer designs for once. I have so many words oh my god

so. uh,

I am so normal about sunbringer joel smallishbeans so normal I swear. he's planning to throw the o from his name at scott btw.

... he and scar are related but I'm not explaining further until the actual fic about it comes out because there's so much plot significance in the smallishbeans.

... grian. has a book. that he borrowed from the Library. it's very relevant I swear the concept of the library is a plot point.

Also grians eyes are technically green! With a bit of purple and just. a layer of Dark over them to make them less neon green. its not in his genetics to have neon eyes. unlike scar and I swear their eye colors are relevant but like in a weird queerplatonic scarian dl based bit in the grian chapter of the fic

Mumbo is a long cat and being held by me specifically those hands are how I draw my mc skin. I wanted to draw him as this meme since 2021 but he's very hard for me to draw so I took the one time I'll ever draw him and did this.

Jimmy is. a creature. that has bird features but also cod features bc again half of the plot of sunbringer is based on empires 1. Also the bird he's holding is singing. And joel is stealing the song bc he has music type magic.

Scott! Is the one guy I can talk about! Because he already appeared in the fic. He's part ender dragon and like. a child of stars? I have a lot of times I drew him before I think but idk how much of it I uploaded before so yeah. Please ask me about sunbringer scott smajor he's one of the only ones I can talk about and he has so much lore going for him he's so dear to me

impulse is. technically part ender dragon too? the specifics will be explained in his chapter of yhiwu (alongside. a lot of magic lore. like a lot. I have half that speech written already it's basically looking the empires fic in the eyes and going "fight me uwu")

And because impulse is aligned to shadows skizz gets to be some form of light dragon descendant? Like light isn't directly an element in the magic of this universe but it does have an equivalent in the element of Life, which connects to truth and love, whereas shadows and theatrics (and storytelling in general) is always aligned to whatever element is considered dark; in this magic system, being Void.

Tango is looking up at mumbo. thats all. I don't have a lot of notes because my tango is just a little guy.

(Etho is checking smth on his smartwatch and also doing his best to ignore bdubs rn bc bdubs is in his villain arc/hj)

... ngl the only note I have on the bdubs design is that it's accidentally inspired by my human design for the main character in the show I'm writing. Bracelets and sparkly eyes and a t-shirt and. Crimes.

also not much on the cleo design she was just fun to draw but the implications of her existence are spoilers and also not really visually indicative bc idk what a "zombie hybrid" would look like so she just looks. funky. her background is all stitched together btw I finally had a use for the dashed lines brush :D

martyn and ren are. BIG spoilers. But only to like chapter 5 of the current fic. I will say I highly enjoy their existence tho. Also my ren designs always have hawaiian patterned shirts its a personality trait he seems to possess. Also his glasses are like. a hologram? bc his ears are Dog so he cant have normal glasses w like. the things that go behind ur ears.

lizzie is. also very important. she gets the two animals thing like jimmy bc axolotl and cat were her empires animals. also her buns are heart shaped I saw some fanart of that and its really cute so I also have that. and she's also looking at the long mumbo! very confused.

bigb. scares me. like yeah secret life really be mans villain arc. I tried to reflect that by actually straight up mirroring his eyes and having him be. the only guy looking straight at u. he can see u. u can run but u cant hide. also he gets cookies. also also drawing facial hair is hard he's the only time I ever managed to make facial hair look. normal. ever. wont happen again.

gem is being adorable and also definitely a deer hybrid dont mind the magic or stuff its fine (her chapter is. third in the roster. I literally just need to finish the impulse chapter to convince myself that its ok to upload her immediately after ch2).

and pearl! who we know bc she gets first chapter of the fic and thats already out. her eyes are a bit like moons btw. also she's doing magic back at gem which is cute I think. idk.

also half of them have fancy hair shines. like joel having beans that get progressively smaller. or pearl having moons. :D

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104 Degrees (M.H)

Summary: Meet-cute with Matty, loosely based on "104 Degrees" by Slaughter Beach, Dog.

Word Count: 667

Warnings: This is disgustingly cute, my teeth are rooting from the sheer amount of sweetness.

Author's note: I haven't written in a long time, so bear with me. If you have any requests for blurbs or imagines, send an ask! I would love to write more for Matty. :)

It was the first day of summer in London. The midday sun was blazing down, distinct shadows of each tree cast down upon the bustling streets.

Matty was sweating, the sun beating down and the lack of water didn't help in any way. Maybe a trip to the bookstore in this unbearable summer heat wasn't a smart choice in hindsight, atleast so he thought.

He stepped out of the small boutique, a bag filled with books in his hand. Beads of sweat were forming on his hairline and even in his linen shirt, he felt clammy. Looking through the crowd, he observed each and every one of the passersby.

Families with their children, sticky ice-cream-covered hands gripping at their parents'.

Groups of teens going on shopping sprees, clad in the hippest clothes and iced coffees in their clasp.

Oh.

His eyes suddenly landed on something, or rather someone. There she was, sitting alone on a bench just outside of his go-to café. The swarm of people simply blending into one mixture behind her, leaving only her figure in focus.

A book in hand, which he promptly recognized to be Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", and a pair of deeply tinted shades sat on her nose.

He knew it sounded cheesy, even cringing at his own internal thoughts at that second, but he was taken, completely and utterly enthralled.

He watched as her hands reached up to tie her hair, how the sweat stuck to each strand at the back of her neck.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he was abruptly pulled out of his trance when her gaze lifted to look at him. His unbelieving stare reflected in her dark set of sunglasses.

She smiled at him.

His brain short-circuited. Good God, what was he doing! Smile back, you idiot!

He grinned, after an embarassingly long second, and lifted his hand up to wave at the woman. The next thing he heard was a crash.

Oh no...

His books went tumbling down onto the pavement and right at that moment, he wanted to be swallowed whole. Change his name and forever disappear, preferably to somewhere a bit colder.

He quickly reached down to collect his clumsy mess, hastily shoving it into his totebag in hopes of her not having seen his little accident.

He reached to grab ahold of his last book, ironically another work of Murakami's: The Wind-Up Bird. His hand instantaneously covered by a foreign one, trying to help him by picking up the last piece.

"Thank you..." he spoke softly to the stranger and smiled looking up. He was met with his own reflection yet again, which slowly disappeared as the stranger lifted up her shades, revealing her glimmering eyes.

"You're welome," she said in an amused tone, clearly having seen his antics.

Matty's face turned beet-red. This couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Uhm," he started trying to piece together a coherent sentence. Why was he like this! His usual, overly-confident self was gone, off on holiday and never to be seen again.

"Nice choice," she stopped his blubbering and handed him the book.

"Yeah... One of my friends recommended it to me," he spoke out nervously, reaching up to adjust his curls.

"Thanks again, for helping me and all," he chuckled out softly.

She hummed in response, grinning up at him and opening her mouth to respond, just to be cut off by the overly-eager man.

"Do you want to get something to drink? So I can pay you back for your kindness y'know," Matty offered hastily, beaming at the woman he had yet to know the name of.

Overtaken by his sudden confidence, the woman beamed back at him. Internally, she was going crazy. The minute she saw him step out of her favourite bookstore, she knew she was done for. The way his curls feel onto his forehead, how the light linen shirt contrasted his dark tattoos.

Oh God. She was entranced.

"I would love to."

[grayintogreen]

OKAY HERE WE GO LET’S TALK.

- there was nothing I disliked?? Like sure it had its flaws as all big budget spectacles do but the only glaringly obvious flaw would be if you liked Adam Warlock, which I do not. That fucking gold himbo twink was fucking hilarious.

- ROCKET’S BACKSTORY WAS SOMEHOW WORSE THAN I IMAGINED??? I played him for like six years on DWRP and had tons of headcanons, do you know how HARD it is for canon to be more heartbreaking than my brain??

- I’m so glad my animal abuse squick does not apply to CGI animals. If your animal abuse squick does apply to CGI, you will have a BAD TIME.

- The Rocket content in this movie was off the chain considering he spent half of it in a coma.

- I am always a slut for “your favorite character is the most important thing in the world to a villain and he’ll stop at nothing to get him.” So, uh, good job Gunn!!! You read me for filth pal.

- Love how “I’m lobotomizing my blorbo because no one else is doing it” in LitMoR reflected real life. Let’s lobotomize all my favorite characters.

- BABY ROCKET WAS SO FUCKING CUTE. MUMBLING HIS WAY THROUGH TECHNOBABBLE. I ALMOST DIED. Just all the baby Rocket. He is a sweet little angel.

- how the fuck did you give that raccoon a Philly accent my dude.

- High Evolutionary going down as one of my favorite marvel bad guys because of being OTT and so unhinged his own people were like dude chill.

- “you’re unreasonably obsessed with that animal.” BITCH ME TOO.

- I assume Rocket’s crying fit after Lylla got shot was Bradley Cooper and if so he and Spike Spencer need to go sit in a room and think about what they’ve done to my heart. People doing gut wrenching sobs with only their voice gut me.

- A member of the audience SCREAMED when Lylla got shot. That sums it up.

- love that Rocket ripped that guy’s face off. Love that he didn’t blow his head off. You left him to die!! You could’ve finished him off!!

-PHYLLA-VEL????

- COSMO WAS BEST GIRL. Her being so mad and distressed that Kraglin called her a bad dog was the best running gag.

- we got the first onscreen appearance of Rocket introducing himself as “Rocket Raccoon.” Bless his heart.

- When Rocket almost died and Lylla sent him back, my sister turned to me sobbing and said she hated me for making her like these movies and me through tears said “yeah I know.”

-We have not ruled out Asexual Rocket which was the only headcanon I wanted to keep and Lylla was RIGHT THERE. So I was concerned.

- I love how mean 2014 Gamora is. She’s the best.

- I don’t have a lot of thoughts that aren’t about Rocket, guys. If you want more thoughts, go to the person who isn’t obsessed with a raccoon.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie x Reader cute fluff? Eddie's girlfriend's birthday is coming up, and he wants to get her something special that he's sure she'll love. His girlfriend really likes looking and playing around with scents, loves candles and perfume. Eddie buys her a cute perfume from the case at a store. He makes the mistake of not testing it before he buys it, he just thinks the bottle is really pretty and the name is cute. And he's so proud of himself when he sees his girlfriend’s reaction when she opens it. That is until she does a test on her wrist and it smells DISGUSTING! like wet dog or dead or something....poor Eddie, least he tried...

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting <3

Perfume

Y/N's birthday was coming up and Eddie had no clue what to get her. Eddie barely had a girlfriend....ever. And now he has to buy her gifts? He searched through every magazine she owned, but she had nothing circled. Which confused him, whenever he had a magazine, Wayne told him to circle the things he liked. But her magazines were just people and drama.

Anytime they went to the mall, he kept a close eye on what she looked at. That's when it clicked, he noticed she stopped at the same perfume shop every single time. She'd pick up bottles, spray them on her arm, and smell it. She'd have Eddie smell the ones she liked. Eddie cursed himself for not remembering the bottles.

But it was perfume! All perfume had to smell good, that's what it was meant to do.

He walked into the shop alone, eyeing the pink, red, blue, and countless colors of bottles. He had a good amount of money saved from deals, so he knew he could afford a pricey bottle.

"Need any help, sir?" A lady asked, usually, Eddie ran from any type of interaction with anyone. But he knew he needed the help. She looked older, with grey hair, and wrinkles around her eyes. He felt like she could be trusted.

"Yes, my girlfriend loves perfumes but I have no idea what to get her."

The lady nodded and led him to a tiny table in the very back of the store. The bottles looked a little bland, nothing fancy like she always picked. But he didn't want to be rude, the lady walked him there. The least he could do was look around.

But then she didn't leave. She stood next to him the whole time. He felt panicked by being watched. He felt like he needed to grab a bottle from this table.

"See one you like?" She asked. He wanted to say no and go back to the front of the store with the fancy fur balls on the bottle. Or ones with charms.

"Mhhm." Eddie lied. He hoped that would make her leave.

"Perfect! Grab the one you want and I'll check it out for you."

Damn it

"No that's okay! I'll keep looking and you can go help some others." Eddie said as kindly as he could.

"Nonsense. I'll wait."

Eddie sighed and looked closer to the table. Right in the middle stood a gorgeous bottle. He grabbed it. It had small rhinestones all over, it was prettier than the ones he had seen before. Maybe he should have given the older lady more credit. The top had a small charm on it, just what he wanted.

"Oh, that one smells wonderful. A very popular pick." The lady explained.

That was all Eddie needed to hear. The bottle was beautiful, and the lady said it smelled wonderful.

~~~

Eddie was practically shaking with excitement as he handed the small box over to Y/N.

They sat in his bedroom, she came over to have a birthday dinner with him and Wayne. Once Wayne went off to work, Eddie was excited to have her all to himself.

He was proud of the gift he bought. His hard money was spent on the one person he'd buy anything for.

He was also proud that he thought of the idea on his own, and picked it out on his own.

"Open it! Open it!" He rushed, his big smile reflecting hers. She laughed at his eagerness, tearing into the wrapped box.

"Oh, the box is gorgeous." Y/N complimented. The pink small box was covered in flowers and fancy font across the box.

She opened the box, pulling out the small bottle.

"Oh, Eddie! This is so pretty!" Her eyes lit up at the bottle, and Eddie felt every bit of pride filling him.

She took off the little top, careful not to ruin the charm. She sprayed a tiny bit on her wrist. Eddie realized he never truly smelled it, just boxed it up and sent it her way.

She took a big sniff of the perfume, her nose scrunched and a gag left her mouth.

"Is it bad?" He asked, but before he could smell it, she moved away.

"No! It's great! I love it so much. Thank you, baby." She said she put the perfume back in the box.

"Let me smell it," Eddie said he didn't believe her. He's seen her face when she smells the perfumes she likes. She always smiled and went in for another sniff.

Y/N sighed and put her wrist to his nose. Eddie inhaled her skin, and my god it was awful.

"EW!" Eddie spazzed, he moved his head away immediately. He felt like the perfume stuck to the tip of his nose and he couldn't escape it.

"It's not bad!" Y/N tried, she felt bad that she reacted badly to it. He was so excited.

"That old bat! She said it had a wonderful smell!" Eddie ranted.

"Old bat?" Y/N asked

"The worker! She pressured me into finding a perfume and I didn't take the time to smell it. I'm sorry. I just wanted to get you a perfume you'd love and I messed it up." Eddie pouted, his eyes were sad as he looked down.

"Oh, my baby." Y/N cooed, she crawled in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his nose.

"I appreciate the thought and the work you put into it. I adore how excited you were and I want you to still be excited! You did amazing, so maybe the smell is bad. But that bottle? Deserves to be on a shelf." Y/N said, Eddie felt a smile warming up on his face.

That's what he loved about her. She found a positive in every single situation.

"It is a pretty bottle." Eddie smiled

"so pretty!" Y/N agreed.

They cuddled for a few minutes but the smell of that awful perfume filled his nose.

"I love you, but I can't have you this close until you wash that off." Eddie laughed, pushing her softly off his lap.

She laughed and got up. She headed to the bathroom to wash off as much smell as she could.

Eddie learned to always smell the perfume first and not trust the old lady working.

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[ghostshipernr1]

In my opinion, ghouls are a kind of hybrids of different animals, they retain their features, such as wings, tail, horns, as well as some behaviors: purring, chirping.

it looks like this:

Swiss - Tasmanian devil

He definitely inherited his wild and chaotic nature from this animal. He has strong fangs and sharp claws. It's hard to deal with during the day, but at night? Good luck. At night, hes hunting instincts are active thanks to its extraordinary sense of smell and well-adapted eyesight.

Cirrus - raven

At first glance, it's easy to guess what animal she's related to by looking at the large pair of black wings on her back. If you don't even guess? Just wear something shiny, like a silver ring or necklace, and you'll be able to see her looking at you all day long. It's very likely that at some point she won't be able to take it anymore and when you look the other way she will try to steal it from you. (Most often with positive results) (Seriously, how does she even do that?)

Mountain - St. Bernard

Personally, I believe that every earth ghoul is in some way related to a specific breed of dog. Just like his dog side, he is reflected in features such as loyalty, friendliness and great patience. Everyone wonders how he always seems so calm and collected even when Swiss, Phantom and Dew are bothering him and guess what? Even he doesn't know that.

Although everyone knows one thing, if you ever hurt someone in his pack, there is no place to hide. And when he finds you? Well, no one knows because no one has lived to tell about it yet.

Yup he's a really good boy

Rain - otter

A fluffy ball in the middle of the lake, that's how you can describe our water ghoul. But don't let appearances fool you, sometimes it can be a real nuisance, like when he accidentally lost his favorite stone and didn't want to leave the lake area until he got it back (after an hour and a half search involving at least 20 people, it turned out that the stone was still was in his pocket) (oopsie:3).

Once Dew played him a documentary about Giant River Otters and he had to sleep with him for a week because he had nightmares (not nice Dew)

Phantom - bat

As anyone would expect, our little gothic boy is most closely associated with bats. For this reason, it is impossible to miss a large pair of (as he calls it) "vampire" wings on his back.

Every year, the ministry holds a Halloween competition for the best costume. Every year since his call, his elaborate costumes have won at least the podium.

Aurora - opossum

I know, I know, what does Aurora opossum sound like? Would such a sweet little ghoulette be an ugly half-rat from the trash? Now go to Cumulus or Mountain and say the exact same words and see what happens.

Immediately after visiting earth, Aurora had problems with self-esteem, which was not helped by her bald rat tail and gray, nondescript fur. The rest of the ghoulettes noticed this immediately and decided to change it. For a good week, none of them left Cirrus's room until Sunshine called an urgent meeting in the living room where, together with the rest, they presented the new face of Aurora. The previously bald tail is now covered in colorful ribbons, just like her beautifull hair, small claws covered with red nail polish, all the makeup well matched to her complexion and finally a beautiful dress that Mountain couldn't take his eyes off. The first moment Aurora noticed the proud and happy faces of her companions, she immediately ran to the mirror and immediately cried, but this time they were not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.

Since then, everyone has made her realize how beautiful she is at every step (and she believes it every time).

Dewdrop - rabbit

Really a rabbit? Damn rabbit? From the beginning of its life, Dewdrop has been asking himself this question. After all, how could this big scary ghoul be related to something so... Cute? No wonder, after all, it's hard to take someone seriously with big fluffy ears that just beg to be pet. But don't make Swiss' mistake and don't underestimate him, after all, he is still a fiery ghoul and that element of heat still makes itself felt. (Poor Swiss, after calling Dew a snowflake, he has been knocked out for 10 minutes because he got hit in his balls so hard). Despite his fluffy white fur and cute little tail, Dew knows how to defend himself well - after all, it's not for nothing that nature gave him damn strong legs and even stronger teeth. However, this does not change the fact that, just like Aurora, he still has many problems with self-esteem (If they could, they would gladly switch animals). What Dew doesn't like the most in the world are the sweet looks people gave him when he tries to walk down the hall as if nothing happened and, even worse, when they try to touch him. (But don't worry, Aether knows how to deal with them).

It took him a long time to get used to his own appearance, and even now, when he notices many advantages in himself (for example, teasing Aether in his favorite shorts that perfectly fit his god gift ass), he still has a lot of doubts. But don't worry, on such days there will always be a ghouls ready to prove him that he is perfect the way he is.

Aether - grizzly bear

Try to guess who in the ministry gives the best hugs?

Any ideas?

NO?

Then I will answer you of course its Aether!!!

The mix of his thick brown fur and soft belly gives us the perfect material for afternoon naps. Aether is the type of person who, when he sees someone having a bad day, immediately brews a good cup of tea, turns on a comfortable movie and engages the person in a long cuddle session. Despite his comfortable nature and generally good view of the world, as soon as someone tries to harm his herd, in less than a second this sweet cuddly Teddy bear can turn into a bloodthirsty beast and nothing can stop him. Sometimes when he sees members of his family arguing and it escalates to possible harm to each other, he has to react. He personally hates himself for this because his greatest fear is that in the eyes of ghouls he loves, he will become a monster.

Cumulus - snow owl

For the first month that Rain and the ghoulett met, he could only describe her as absolutely terrifying. Don't get him wrong Cumulus is like a sister to him but... the way despite her huge snow-white wings, she is able to sneak up on him and scare him is absolutely terrifying.

Once, when he went to the kitchen at 2 a.m. to get a glass of water, he noticed her standing by the fridge. He called her and she turned her head 180 degrees and asked what was going on. He ran out of the kitchen in terror and couldn't sleep that night. The next day he discover flowers on his desk and a card with an apology (where did she get the flowers at 2 a.m.?). Fortunately, after a year of living together, Rain know that there is nothing to be afraid of and Lulu is one of the nicest people he knows.

In appearance, apart from the previously described wings, Cumulus has pearly snow skin, white fluff surrounding its neck and ankles, and large white curly hair resembling a cloud. Despite her elegant appearance, Cumulus isn't afraid to get down and dirty and is more than willing to do some spontaneous mud wrestling with Mountain or roll around in the gurney with Swiss. (Poor Cirrus who then has to take care of her tangled feathers)

Sunshine - pony

She loves racing. And when I say she loves it, I don't mean racing once im a while. NO. Every day, she, Dew and Swiss (aka the fastest ghouls in the Ministry) have to compete with each other every time. No matters of its of who takes the bathroom faster, who takes someone else's seat, who gives Copia the documents from his desk faster. She just loves it.

She, Dew and Swiss are a real danger.

Besides, she's a really good girl, really...

While the rest of the ghouls have paws or claws, she is the only one with hooves, poor Cirrus has a really hard time cleaning them from dirt, grass and mud.

When we talk about the sunshine, one fact cannot be omitted... She has a beautiful blonde ponytail and every day she devotes at least an hour to its care so that she can wave it proudly.

I hope you liked it, if you want a story about one of the ghouls, don't be afraid to ask :3

[allwormdiet]

Agitation 3.1

Got waylaid by work and brain weather, but we're back to it. Let's see how Taylor's life is going

Her routine has come up before, but it bears saying that I think Taylor's actual superpower might just be that she's a morning person who can hold herself to accomplish daily goals, like goddamn girl

The constant, casual cruelty that makes up so much of Taylor's history is equal parts saddening and infuriating. I'm sure we'll get an explanation for why the bullies do this to her, I think I've said as much in previous posts, but also as mentioned in previous posts I find it aggravating to endure.

...I don't know if this is quite the right place in my reading to speculate on it, but I'm not sure if Taylor even has a shot at university at this point, even setting aside the cape thing. The bullies are all in her year, which means they'd never be separated from her by graduation. Their constant sabotage and harassment would mean her grades are low, so even if she gets into a college with whatever GPA she can bodge together (and no extracurriculars to pad her application out), she's probably not going to earn any scholarships and money's already pretty tight for the Heberts. That means student loans, and probably shit rates considering the world they're in.

Maybe this is my bitter ass reflecting on how the greatest benefits I got out of going to college were completely incidental to the courses I took or the degree I earned, but... Taylor, I know college meant a lot to your mom, I just don't think that path is nearly as open to you as it used to be. I think it's fine to just learn a trade, and I think it's fine if the trade is armed robbery.

So you're telling me Taylor's self-image used to be worse? Jeeesus

I like that Brian knows how to blend into an environment as the situation calls for it. That speaks to a pretty keen observational ability, and also is maybe tied to his need to act more grown-up than he is. And now I'm sad again.

"I want" is cute, embarrassment is for suckers (I say, easily embarrassed)

I don't even like coffee, but a fifteen dollar coffee had better be the best coffee you've ever had, oh my god

And honestly that must have been weird for every member of the team, just suddenly having money not be a problem anymore. Taylor's holding out for now, although I suspect it won't be that way forever, and everyone else either wants or needs it bad enough for their own ends that I don't think they're gonna think about it too hard (except for Lisa, who has the full context and whose power is thinking too hard)

Taylor please don't undersell your injuries to your teammates, I don't like you doing it with your dad but I understand it. Here though? Come onnnnn

Yeah there we go

Violence is an easy language to understand. Cruel, obviously, and painful, but if Rachel is already struggling with other people's words and feelings (five bucks says she's autistic tbh) then getting the shit kicked out of her is probably a better sell on the new recruit than any pretty speech

...Ideally they move past that pretty quick so words can be used again

Also poor Rachel, for real. Ten years in the system and then whatever it was that triggered her powers, which is obviously never good. No wonder she came out the other end more willing to trust dogs than people.

Ugh, my heart

Is she showing off for the guy she's crushing on? That's adorable

Curious that the limits of her power seem to be based on complexity of the brain. I assume there has to be a brain at all or else she could just shoot germs at people, although that'd also be a little bit inefficient as a power unless she started getting into disease warfare and holy shit this would be a very different story if Taylor could give people smallpox

Gotta be a weird day for the crab though

Couple things here

Brian you're not even eighteen yet as far as I know, what the hell

Of course Lisa cheated, she's built to cheat, at that point I'm not sure it even counts as cheating

Knowing what I know about Alec, somehow I doubt he was ever in school to drop out in the first place

...on the flipside I'm a little surprised that Rachel never went during her time in the system, you'd figure that'd be a condition of her fostering but either the guardians didn't give a shit or she fought her way out of ever actually attending

Also, I know it's a matter of course that she'd have a key to the base, but it's sweet all the same

It's nice of Brian to make this offer, although I'm willing to bet it's because he's the only Undersider who would get up before 6 AM. It's also a pretty smart call to keep her up to date this way

Also very funny that Taylor is like "Oh I like Lisa just fine but she scares the shit out of me"

...Also also, for real, Lisa has to already know what's going on with Taylor right? There's no way Taylor's good enough at lying to bury that one.

Girl I'm dreading it and I'm just reading about it

This is just. So goddamn sad. And maddening, to boot.

Gee Taylor you sure to seem to spend a fair amount of time thinking about the comparative attractiveness of other women

Agonizing, though, for real. Wildbow has knocked every school scene out of the park and I hate it.

I wonder if Taylor's gonna even bother coming back to school at this point. First day she left mid lunch, second day she left right after lunch started, here she's splitting before first period. As much as she clings to this side of her life... I don't know if it's any healthier than full-time villainy.

Go blow off steam with your new friends Taylor

Current Thoughts

I actually don't have any real expectations for this arc going into it. Obviously Arc 1 is the start of... I mean kind of everything, and Arc 2 is made up of the immediate aftermath from those events. This one? I dunno. I was a little worried I'd have to deal with another chapter of Winslow, but it looks like Taylor decided she was sick of that shit

I like Brian, but I think mostly I'm worried for him? This is a lot of effort so far made to seem mature and normal, and I don't know if that's possible for a teenager who goes out to be a supervillain. It's admirable in a sense, but I'm worried about how fragile it leaves him.

I don't love that Rachel seems satisfied by an exchange of violence but that's more bc I don't want these kids beating the shit out of each other, not any kind of "this is bad actually" sense.

Other than that I'm mostly just curious what the rest of this arc looks like. Thank fuck it's not more high school.

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna try and read more at work today, I might take my screenshots then and see if they drive me up a wall, but even if so I'll just retake them when I get home. Fingers crossed work is slow enough for it.

[ametistacollinsworld]

✮ Uzi x N x V x Stoic! Apathetic! Reader ✮

My 24 request! Hope you like!

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Uzi, a female worker drone, who had somehow gotten into a poly relationship with two murder drones, presumably because of N giving her puppy dog eyes.

You… you were a strange creature in the eyes of Uzi, N and V, being so apathetic and stoic all the time, not that they didn't find you interesting, on the contrary, they found you strangely attractive for some reason.

You were minding your own business, sitting in a car near your campsite, just customizing a knife with cool stickers you've found. When you heard footsteps and some voices, seeming to belong to three different individuals, you didn't move anyway- now looking in the direction of the three drones.

The male murder drone must have noticed you, as he was silent stopping the worker drone and the other murder drone with his arms in front of them.

" Why the hell did we stop N? There's nothing here! " The female worker drone spoke in an irritated tone looking at "N".

" Ugh.. what a bummer.. " The female murder drone muttered shortly thereafter, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms.

" We have company.. " N said in a low tone looking towards you, soon being followed by the two female drones.

" Hello " You said without emotion, looking back at your knife without moving a muscle. The worker drone gave you a suspicious look, approaching slowly.

" Who are you exactly? " Uzi asked looking at you intensely.

" Why should I tell you that? " You asked still with a serious expression, in an almost mocking tone, but that wasn't the case, just being a real question. She snorted in response, while the female murder drone giggled.

" I like them " V said with a smile seeing Uzi's irritated expression.

" Why do I have two murder drones with me that can kill you? " Uzi asked giving you a winning smirk. You looked at her in silence.

" Is that it? If it is, you'll never know who I am anyway " You said simply, tucking your knife into your bag. Uzi was silent with that answer.

" Ooowwwnn… that hurt so baaad! You completely broke Uzi! Hahaha- " V spoke in a mischievous tone, then giving a big laugh like a hyena leaning on N who was confused with what to do.

" I- Damn it! J-just tell me! " Uzi said quickly stuttering as her cheeks flushed. You let out a small sigh in contemplation.

" My name is (Y/n)..nice to meet you, Uzi…N.. and who would you be? " You ask looking at the female murder drone who seemed to have recovered from laughing.

" Names V for you " V said giving you an amused smile. You nodded.

" Nice to meet you.. " You said simply, soon getting out of the car and starting to walk to your campsite.

" H-hey! Wait! I'm not done yet! " Uzi yelled starting to run after you.

" U-uzi! W-wait! You shouldn't run! You might slip and fall! " N shouted worriedly following Uzi.

" Best day ever " V said with an amused smile following behind the three of you.

So, after that you guys somehow managed to form a friendship, which followed with the three drones asking you to enter in their relationship, which you surprisingly accepted.

Most of the time, the contact affection would have to come from them, but that didn't mean you didn't care and like them, always bringing them things you found and thought they would like, even customizing some to be more on their personal taste.

" Why are you guys with me? " You ask snuggling deeper into the middle of N and V. Uzi looks away from her book to stare at you.

" I really don't know.. Why are we with them N? " Uzi asks giving N a serious look, which he reflects for a moment.

" Why… they are nice, cute…and funny? " N said slowly with a nervous smile not wanting to piss off the worker drone. Uzi snorts slightly.

" It could even be- I just don't know the funny part " Uzi says rolling her eyes playfully. V lets out a small giggle at that.

" You say that because (Y/n)'s humor roasts your ass- " V said being cut off by Uzi letting out an irritated growl.

" Shut up V! (Y/n) didn't 'roast' my ass! " Uzi grumbled, making V laugh and N let out a small chuckle muffled by his hand, you just looked on in silence.

" W-well they kind of did Uzi- " N tried to speak but was interrupted by a book being thrown in his face which made V laugh louder.

You really loved them.

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 5

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing.

Chapter 5 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity.

Wordcount: 4421

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 5

The long grass of the meadow brushed against your legs as you walked the trail to Sy’s cabin. As your own house fell away in the distance the bright red roof of your destination crept closer, and you could see a small trail of smoke coming from a chimney at the back of the place, the wisps evidence of the slow burn of the wood that scented the air along with the natural flowers that grew all around you. Occasionally a pollen drunk  bee would lazily fly past, as if making its way back home to the hive after an afternoon of indulgence.

As the field grew downhill the grass grew shorter, and you found a slightly chewed frisbee. Scooping it up you looked to the cabin and saw the furry owner of the frisbee standing on the gravel watching you. For a moment Akia just watched you, guarding her territory until you came closer and she picked up your scent, trotting towards you until you were greeted by her and she excitedly bounced around you whilst nudging the frisbee;

“You want me to throw it?”

A quiet bark answered you, to which you pulled your arm back and tossed it towards the cabin, Akia set off the second it left your grasp, leaping and catching it mid air. Stopping in the grass you watched her bring it back to you, eager for another go.

-

Sy had been putting the finishing touches to the casserole and sliding it into the oven when he’d seen Akia trot off of the porch and head to the meadow, looking into the distance he smiled when he saw you appear on the horizon. As you got closer he took in what you were wearing, instinctively licking his lips at the thought of the things he would like to do to you in the sundress you were wearing. What was it about sundresses that looked so innocent and cute, but that made guys want to get down and dirty to please a woman? He sighed before washing his hands and checking his reflection, smoothing down his beard before opening the cabin door and stepping out onto the deck.

Akia would play frisbee for hours given the chance, but for that moment Sy was enjoying the view as he watched you bend over and take it from the dogs mouth, before tossing it again. After a couple more throws he chuckled when he saw you fake throw in one direction before going in another, a loud bark immediately following as Akia quickly changed direction, snapping at the still flying frisbee just as it touched the long grass. She trotted back to you, long tendrils of grass in her mouth along with the frisbee, dropping it and trying to spit out the grass. He watched as you knelt in the grass and pulled the strands of grass out, stroking the dogs head. You looked up and saw Sy, your smile growing.

“Hey there Darlin’”

Sy stepped down from the deck, closing the distance and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you. He felt you relax in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck as you leaned into him. He couldn’t help it but he let one hand fall a little lower to rest on your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze and he was pleased to hear the hum that rumbled in your chest.

When the kiss finally broke Sy looked into your eyes and smiled;

“I could get used to welcome kisses like that”

“Me too”

Your answer and smile made his chest puff out a little, the confidence boost a welcome warmth in his soul;

“I was going to ask if you’d rather make out in the meadow or have the grand tour, but as Akia has decided to do her business in the grass how about the tour?” he said with a smile

Laughing you nodded your head, slipping your hand into his.

-

Standing in Sy’s kitchen you watched as he checked on dinner - Moussaka, a dish he’d discovered when he’d been moving through Greece after a tour in Iraq he’d explained - and you took the chance to watch him move fluidly through his home. He was comfortable in his own space, everything neat and orderly, regularly used items within easy reach, non essentials stacked in organised rows in the cupboards and closets.

“Are you sure there’s nothing i can do to help?” you asked

Sy turned and smiled;

“Why don’t you grab some cutlery and some drinks from the refrigerator? We can eat out on the deck”

“Sure, i can do that”

Having already seen where Sy got a fork from you pulled what you needed from the correct drawer, before heading to the refrigerator and peering in. You looked over the neatly stacked rows of drinks, taking in soda’s and bottles of beer, noticing for the first time that everything was non-alcoholic. A bottle of Rose wine in the door looked interesting, and upon checking the label you saw that was also without alcohol;

“Do you want wine or beer?”

“I’ll have a beer, but if you want to open the wine that’s fine”

“Thanks”

You grabbed both without any further comment. You could feel his eyes on you, perhaps waiting for a question or some sort of explanation, but in your mind you knew you had your secrets and no doubt Sy had his. You smiled at him and took both outside, setting them on the small table before returning to the cabin for the cutlery.

“Hey, you saw they’re both non alcoholic?” Sy asked, a slight pause as if he was going to say more

“Yeah, that’s fine”

You saw him visibly untense his shoulders as he relaxed and smiled, before grabbing some oven mitts;

“Why don’t you grab those plates as well and go get seated, i’ll be out in a second”

“Sure”

Sitting at the small table you watched as Sy emerged moments later carrying dinner with oven mitts, setting it down in front of you before he sat beside you;

“Hope you’re hungry”

“Starving. It smells amazing”

He served up sizeable portions for the pair of you before picking up his fork, only to curse and stand up;

“Forgot somethin’”

He ran into the cabin, returning seconds later with two large metal bowls in his hands, one considerably more dented than the other. His attention didn’t wane from you, a goofy smile on his face as he placed one on the table between you and the other on the ground, calling for Akia who came bounding up from the surrounding forest.

You looked into the bowl and had to hold back your laugh, Akia coming to a halt beside you before putting her ass on the ground and letting out a quiet ‘wuff’.

“What’s up girl?” Sy asked, his gaze not leaving you.

Clearing your throat you took hold of the bowl of kibble that was sat on the table, swapping it with the bowl of salad that Akia had refused;

“There we go”

The two of you fell silent for a moment before the giggles started, that soon turned into full on laughter, before the tears started to flow down your cheeks. It took a considerable amount of time to finally compose yourselves, taking a deep breath and letting out a long audible sigh as Sy was first to speak;

“I’m sorry, I guess i’m just a little nervous”

Sliding your hand over his you smiled at him;

“Me too. Its been a long time since i got this close to someone. I’m so far out of the dating scene i don’t know what the expectations are or what is acceptable on what date…”

Sy lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm;

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, as i’m so fucking clueless too”

“Let's make a deal then”

“Go on”

“Complete honesty. About expectations, about our limits, about what we’re ready for”

“Deal” he leant forwards and pressed a kiss to your lips, his beard brushing against your cheek; “But first, lets eat”

-

The meal was fantastic, and once your initial nerves had dissipated you fell back into comfortable conversation, the sun setting and small solar lights illuminating the deck. When the pair of you cleared the table you suggested doing the dishes together, but Sy took your hand and led you back outside;

“I’ve got something to show you”

He led you down some steps towards the workshop, but took a turn at the edge of the deck until he was standing beside a large wooden tub that was filled with water, tendrils of steam rising;

“What you said about a bath that would always get cold make me think, i have the opposite at my place; a hot tub”

You looked at it, before stepping forwards and dipping your fingertips into the water;

“Ooh its warm, really warm! But i didn’t bring anything…”

“I have a solution for that”

“Sy… i’m not sure i’m ready for skinny dipping…”

He leaned behind a small stack of logs and pulled out a somewhat un-glamourous Walmart bag;

“I wanted you to try the tub but considered that too…”

You pulled a small garment from the bag, realising it was a soft two piece swimsuit;

“Sy…” you paused; “It’s the correct size…?”

“I may have gotten a glance at the label to your panties when your dress got caught before our date… I didn’t have chance to get to that nice boutique and its not open on a Sunday” he considered his words; “You don’t have to, but I wanted to give you the option” he sighed: “You know what, i’m sorry, i’m pushing you to do something you’re not comfortable with”

“Sy, wait” you rested a hand on his chest; “Can i feel how hot the water is?”

He took a step back and moved out of your way, before holding his hand out so you could step up onto the elevated platform around the circular tub. You tentatively dipped your finger in and you couldn’t help the appreciative groan that escaped your mouth;

“Okay. Okay I can do this, where can I get changed?”

“Bedroom is through the door next to the kitchen”

Sy had a huge smile on his face as you left, quickly making your way inside. Once in the cabin you followed his instructions and found the bedroom, taking in the tidy yet lived in space. A stack of t-shirts sat on a dresser as if there hadn’t been enough time to put them away, the bed had a red plaid flannel duvet on it, and instinctively you smoothed your hand over the soft fabric, wondering what it’d feel like against your skin. You were lost in thought for a moment before you remembered why you were there in the first place, quickly undressing before pulling the bikini out of the bag and removing the tags. It was just a simple blue two piece, the panties fitting comfortably, but you struggled with the straps you cursed the small pieces of fabric. It had been years since you’d worn a swimsuit, and even then had usually opted for a one piece. Eventually you got it on, catching sight of your reflection in a mirror you stopped and took in what you saw. For a moment you were focused on your flaws, but instead gave your head a shake and puffed your chest out, leaving the room.

As you approached the hot tub you saw that Sy had already climbed in, his shorts and t-shirt neatly folded on top of his shoes, a pile of soft fluffy towels next to them, and a small basket of his bath fizzers sat at the edge of the tub. He had his back to you which you had an idea that he’d done on purpose so that he didn’t make you uncomfortable;

“Hey” you called quietly as you approached, and he turned his head slightly, looking sideways at you and you saw a smile tug at his mouth as his gaze followed down your body and back up again.

“Wow” he stood and offered you his hand to help you in, and you couldn’t help but to look him up and down. 

Sure, you’d seen him without a shirt before, but there he was standing before you, dripping wet with just his boxer briefs on, and to say he was a fine specimen of a man would be to completely understating it. He was thick with muscle, a layer of chest hair that led down to his stomach and enticingly into the waistband of his underwear. His thighs were bigger than you could have imagined when you’d seen him in jeans, strong and taught from hard work. You tried not to stare as you climbed in, but the crowning glory was the bulge between his legs, the wet jersey fabric clinging to everything mother nature blessed him with, and you instinctively licked your lips.

“You want me to turn around so you can see my ass too?” he asked when you were attempting to swing your other leg over the side of the tub

“What? OH!” 

Sy’s comment had caught you off guard, slipping and toppling into the water, pulling him with you. You felt strong arms on your torso and were immediately pulled above the water, pulling you to his chest as you gasped in panic;

“You’re ok. You’re ok, I’m sorry” he wiped your face down to get rid of the water droplets, your heart pounding as you pushed back all the thoughts of being underwater. His steady breathing brought you back to the present, surrounded by the warmth of the water, but more so of his strong arms cradling you to his chest, safe and secure, protected.

He looked into your eyes, watching as you visibly calmed in his arms, before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your lips to his. Sy moved you in the water until he was sitting on the submerged bench seat that ran around the inside of the tub, pulling you to straddle his lap. The kiss deepened, your tongue pushing against his, his beard tickling your face. His hands slid down your back before he splayed his palms over your ass, pulling you hard onto his lap and it was then that you could feel him, his hard length against your core. Moving your hips you rocked against the hard bulge, breaking away from the kiss your head rolled back and you closed your eyes, relishing the feel as your bodies moved together, his hard shaft pressing into the seam of your pussy through the thin bikini bottoms. He grunted beneath you, wrapping his arms around your torso as he pressed kisses down your chin to your neck, pulling a low groan from deep in your belly;

“Oh god Sy, don’t stop…”

You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin;

“You like that? Or do you like this?” he pushed his hips up and you felt the wide heart shaped tip of his dick rub against your clit through the fabric

“Oh… both… definitely both”

You held his face in your hands, staring into his eyes as you rocked your hips against him, the connection intense. He wasn’t even inside you but you were pulsing with need and pleasure, writhing together like two horny teenagers. Without breaking eye contact you felt Sy move one hand and cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple and you gasped at his touch.

“I’d really like to take this off” he said, referring to your bikini top, and you nodded, biting your lip nervously as he pulled at the tied strings behind your back before lifting the scraps of fabric over your head and tossing it aside. It was his turn to lean back as he admired your chest, his hands on your sides so his thumbs could brush against the underside curve and cup them;

“Beautiful” he muttered as he leant forwards, capturing one nipple in his mouth. His tongue was soft as he sucked lightly, his beard brushing against your soft skin, before he pressed kisses over your sternum and did the same with the other nipple; “Stunning” he muttered, as if he felt he needed to rain equal amounts of praise on each breast. He pressed his face between them and sighed;

“That’s it” he said, his voice slightly muffled; “You’re staying here. Forever. I’m staying in this spot between your titties until the end of time”

“Sy” you called his name but not sure for what, but then you felt his hand slide down your stomach and rest against your clothed pussy. You’d shifted your bodies apart without realising and he now had access to rub his thick fingers over your mound, his thumb pushing the fabric against your lips and bumping against your clit.

“Oh, there it is…” he moved his hand, his fingertips tentatively rubbing beneath the side elastic; “Can i?”

“Yes… yes Sy”

“Cos when you said you liked my hands… i’m guessing this is what you wanted me to do with them?”

You nodded, the hot water surrounding you as you felt completely exposed yet protected at the same time. You felt him gently tug the fabric to the side and one thick finger tenderly slid through your folds, seeking out your clit and giving it a gentle rub, before moving down and teasing your entrance.

“If you want me to go further i’m gonna have to suggest we take these off”

You nodded;

“Only if you take yours off too”

“Oh good, because i like your hands too” he said with a grin. 

In the water you pushed your bodies apart as Sy tugged your bikini bottoms down and tossed them aside, before shimmying out of his briefs which followed suit. He moved you in the water until you were straddling his lap again, one of his massive hands cupping the back of your neck as he kissed you, an urgent need to his touch this time as his tongue pushed and danced against your own. His other hand slid between your thighs, teasing at your folds before his thumb found your clit as he traced around your hole with a thick finger. 

“Relax for me Sweetness, i can feel how tightly wound you are right now, let me make you feel good”

Closing your eyes you let out a deep breath as Sy breached your body, his finger tenderly pushing into your soft canal as his thumb rubbed circles against your clit;

“So good for me baby, I can feel you squeezing me tight, gotta relax Sweetness, i just got one finger in you, how you ever gonna take two if you don’t relax?”

Opening your eyes you stared deeply into his, the connection between you almost electric as you felt your body loosening and getting used to such intimate touch after such a long time. You felt invigorated and alive, but most of all you wanted to touch as well as be touched. Placing a hand on Sy’s chest, you slid it down below the water until it was on his lower stomach;

“Is this ok?” you asked

“Oh god Sweetheart, if you don’t take hold of him he may just burst”

Sy gave you a reassuring smile as you reached lower and touched him for the first time, tenderly wrapping your hands around his hard shaft;

“Oh… you’re… you’re so hard, and thick”

“That’s all for you Sweetheart”

You slowly ran your fist up and down the length of him, and at the same time he doubled his efforts with his own hand, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit as he moved his fingers and you felt him slide two inside you, stretching you.

“That’s is Sweetheart, ride my hand, take what you need, let me help you get there”

From that moment it was all about your pleasure. As much as you wanted to make Sy cum, he was so focused on you that it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the way he was taking you to heights of pleasure you weren’t sure you’d ever been taken to. His efforts were strong and consistent, he listened to your moans and if he liked what he heard he kept doing what he was doing, and for the first time in a very long time you could feel an orgasm approaching that wasn’t from your own hand;

“Sy… oh please, yes…”

“Oh Sweetheart, you look so beautiful, cum for me, let me feel that beautifully pussy squeeze my fingers so hard”

He ducked his head down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, the jolt of pleasure that surged through you the trigger for your orgasm, and you came with a moan, clutching his arm as you shook at his touch. 

As your orgasm faded away he slowed his efforts, before finally withdrawing his fingers, brushing your clit as he did which sent a shiver up your spine.

“You look like an angel when you cum, you’re positively glowing”

For a few moments longer you were speechless, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm before you shifted, wrapping one arm around Sy’s shoulders as the other delved beneath the water;

“Sy, let me do the same for you”

He caught your hand;

“Shhh, you don’t need to use your hand, let me just feel those pussy lips against me, I don’t need to be inside you”

“What if i want you inside me”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose;

“Not tonight, I want to eat that pussy before i cum in it, plus you’re gonna need to be a whole lot more stretched and relaxed before i get inside you”

He brought your hand up over his shoulder with the other one, before grasping your hips and pulling your body flush with his. His dick was still rock hard, you could have sworn you could almost feel it pulsing with need as he pulled your legs up higher so he could open you up, and with a little manoeuvring he was able to rest his dick along your slippery folds. The wide crown rested against your clit snugly, the fat head bumping against you as you both started to gently rock against each other. You could feel pleasure starting to build in the pit of your belly, and when you looked up you could see Sy was barely hanging on. 

Sy had his head leant back, and you felt his hands grip your hips a little firmer, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he took control and used your body for his own pleasure. He looked so good with his neck stretched, and instinctively you leant forwards and pressed kisses to his jugular;

“That’s it Sy, i’m so close too, rub that fat dick of yours against my pussy… I can’t wait until i can feel you inside me, pumping me full of your cum. I want you to bend me over and spank my ass whilst you fuck me, hold my titties as you fill me up…”

“Oh sweet jesus…” he cursed.

You weren’t sure where your dirty mouth had come from, you had never spoken like that before, you’d kept those thoughts to yourself, but there was something about seeing Sy so close and so vulnerable that made you be honest and true to yourself and your desires. That rush of confidence was what you needed to bring you to your peak again, and as you felt Sy start to cum your second orgasm of the night pulsed through you.

“God… Sweetheart, you feel so good, i can’t wait to get my dick inside you, I want to taste that pussy and make you cum over and over until you can’t walk the next day. You’re so beautiful when you cum, not that you’re not beautiful the rest of the time, oh girl, I fucking… I lo…” his words trailed off as he finally finished cumming, almost catching himself before he said something he wasn’t sure if he could say yet. 

Resting your head on his shoulders you pressed a kiss to his cheek;

“You’re amazing Sy”

For the longest time you just held each other, the warm water bubbling around you, before eventually a shiver ran down your spine.

“Time to get out?” Sy asked; “Sounds like the burner has worked through the logs. Did well though, it’s dark now”

Looking up you hadn’t realised the sun had fully set, the starry sky visible directly above you through the tall pine trees.

“I should…” 

Sy cut you off; “Please stay the night. Let's wake up together” 

You paused before nodding; “Okay”

Sy was first to climb out, a waterfall of droplets falling around him as he stepped out of the hot tub and grabbed a towel, and you couldn’t help but to look at his body, admiring his pert ass before he wrapped a towel around his waist and held one up for you;

“C’mon, out” he commanded playfully; “I’ve already seen everything… and cum on it, show me those titties and that ass”

With his humour putting you at ease you climbed out, Sy wrapping the towel around you before putting his arm around your shoulders;

“Lets get dry and into bed”

Minutes later you were curled up beneath the soft flannel covers as Sy called Akia in and made her comfortable in her basket. He appeared in the doorway and grinned at you, before turning the lights out and you felt him slide under the covers, his body warm where he just wore soft jersey shorts. His arm curled over your hip and pulled you close, the big spoon to your little spoon. You felt his hand tuck under the t-shirt he’d loaned you;

“May I?” he asked sleepily

“Ok”

You felt his hand cup your breast gently; “Mmm, life is good when you can fall asleep holding a titty”

He soon dropped off to sleep, not before pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, but it was a long time before you joined him in slumber, your mind playing over so many things before you finally shut your eyes and sleep came.

Chapter 6 >>>

[almoststedytimetravel]

Please oh please may I hear a scrap more of your thoughts on the Arena designs?

Well I mean if you insist...

First Ken and Koromaru. Koromaru design is peak and not just because he's a dog. Koro is wearing Ken's old hoddie which is peak but also does a little bit of story telling via design since it had to be Ken who adjusted the old hoddie and sewed on the wings, telling us that in between Persona 3 and Arena Ken has developed some sewing skills (and has likely worked on more practical skills because he doesn't have anyone who can do it for him).

Now Ken himself... His design is just the Gekkokan uniform with the student council arm band and evoker+holster. Which is boring, Ken's design is boring however, if I am to play devils advocate for a moment, I can kinda get what they were going for. Ken is doing his best to act like a normal middle schooler who has never experienced the horrors, meaning the lack of customisation in his uniform is reflective of his trying in fit in. Now, everyone has seen this design.

This is one of Ken's concept designs and while this graphic only points out the Shinjiro Peacoat and the Akihiko Sweater Vest, you may also note that Ken has a pocket watch around his neck (a reference to the pocket watch from Shinjiro's portable link). While the way his collar is open is the same way Junpei's was in P3. his jacket is also undone which is a trait shared by both Makoto and Junpei (since neither Akihiko nor Shinjiro wear the school jacket in the fist place). This design also has Ken wearing gloves like Akihiko. This concept design is peak but if I has to guess why they didn't go with it, that's likely because the large coat would make Ken's animations really hard to read, specifically, it'd be really easy to lose track of Koromaru since Koro would blend in with the coat that would also cover the screen. Ken and Koro are already one of the best fighters in Arena they don't need to be made even more difficult to fight.

Now then Akihiko Sanada, he needs to be put down. That's the only adequate way I have to describe him. First of all, why does he have a knife? Second, Why is his evoker on the right side of his body in his offical art but on the left in his actual battle sprite? Third, and this one isn't character design related but, WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HASN'T CALLED KEN IN ALMOST A YEAR?! I can get over his yapping about body building like, god forbid men have hobbies, (half of the examples people get mad at isn't even Aki talking, it's the illusion the "Protein, protein, and more protein" line is just Naoto hearing things). But, why does he look like that?! you're telling me that mr Dorky sweater vest wearer who halls around his blazer instead of wearing it is going to start dressing like this?!

Oh and he is also supposed to be 65kg. If you want my 2 cents on how I would redesign Akihiko, personally I would put him in his epilogue clothes but with his blazer over his shoulders (and made a little longer to be both reminiscent of a cape and of Shinjiro's coat, heck maybe even make it Shinji's coat).

Yukari, Junpei, and Fuuka all look great but I don't have much to say about them, since there is nothing egregious about them. Like I said, Junpei's cross necklace is a gift from Chidori and it's a really cute reference. Junpei and Yukari are both in their "work clothes" since they both came straight from their jobs, while Fuuka is in more casual clothes, because she was with Mitsuru, Akihiko, and Aigis.

Mitsuru... She's in a skin tight battle suit with a fur coat. She's in high heals, her rapier's blade is blood red, if anyone else was dressed like that they's look so fucking ridiculous but Mitsuru pulls it off. She's serving cunt and I respect it.

Aigis switching her ribbon for a tie is kinda funny but I didn't even notice it in my play through of Arena and only noticed it when I was watching a playthrough of Q2 and the Robot who was modeled after Aigis was called Ribbon and I went "Wait a minute" and booted up Arena to check, only then did I notice the tie

[loveless-arobee]

I have another probably absolutely niche thing to rant about that has absolutely nothing to do with my blog but it’s my blog so I can do whatever I want.

But as someone who owns a chihuahua, I’m absolutely pissed at how the dog-community treats chihuahuas. Especially people who call themselves trainers. It’s so fucking annoying.

Of I have to listen to one more person say that chihuahuas are the worst dogs ever and the devil incarnate and absolutely untrainable and how they’re horrible dogs in general, I will murder someone.

Because my chihuahua used to act exactly how these people imagine a chihuahua to act when I got her: loud, "aggressive", running away, not listening at all. She screamed and yowled at everything that moved.

Not because she was "aggressive", but because she was fucking terrified and this behaviour is the last resort of dogs when you overstep their boundaries to often.

Do you know how she behaves now, years later, after living with us for a while? After being actually trained and treated like a real dog, not a toy?

She acts like a real dog! Yes, she sometimes still growls a bit at people who get to close to her, but that’s normal. She’s small and afraid and this is the only way she has to let people know she’s there. What do you expect her to do? Risk getting stepped on? If she barked, the reaction would be the same.

We got her when she was two. She’s seven now. And she’s such a great dog, and I could cry at imagining what an awesome dog she could’ve been had she been with a good owner from the beginning.

But she didn’t have that. She had an owner who treated her like a toy, she never learned how to actually behave like a dog, she never got to learn how to interact with other dogs or people in a healthy manner. She had to learn all that well into adulthood! That’s extremely hard for a dog to do! She was neglected by her owner and thrown and kicked around by her owners visitors, which caused her to be absolutely horrified of any stranger that just existed near her.

We had to spent years building up her confidence so she wouldn’t try to bolt at any minor thing; and now, she’s so curious, so smart and so courageous! Trying out new things wherever she can, and sniffing on strangers, even sometimes letting strangers pet her! She’s doing so great. She’s happy.

And it pisses me off so much when people talk about how horrible chihuahuas are. Because my chihuahua used to be like this! And I know why! Because she was fucking abused. That’s what causes a dog to behave like that. Abuse of small dogs is so normalised that their abused behaviour is seen as reflecting their whole breed.

Chihuahuas are lively, intelligent, curious and, yes, they’re usually extremely stubborn and not very easy to train. People look at them and see a small, cute, "easy to handle" breed and buy them with zero knowledge of how to train a dog and how a chi is supposed to behave, because when a chi misbehaves, they can just "fix it" (with violence, usually). People see them as dog-shaped toys that don’t actually need all the things dogs need (like walks, enrichment, training); as little cutesy things they can treat however they want. And these poor dogs suffer for it.

And if any dog trainer says that a chi can’t be trained, that’s just them saying that they can’t handle a stubborn dog with very little trainer-focus and even less will-to-please. I wouldn’t trust those type of trainer with any dogs, they’re just outright saying that they only know one type of training-tactic and are unwilling to change it to fit the dogs' needs.

I fucking hate all of these people. Chihuahuas are awesome dogs, like any other dog, if you treat them right. And they deserve to be treated right.

Ok I’m done for now. Here’s my cutesy lil chihuahua (and my other dog) for your pleasure.

[underthecrazy20]

Layla ~ Sim Jake

Genre: Fluff, college!au, meet cute.

Warnings: None.

W/c: 810

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The orange and red leaves gently fell from trees as you walked through the park, you were on your way to a café to study a topic for a paper you had to write for school. Not a lot of people were in the park which was unfortunate because it was a beautiful day in the cloudy morning. You made it to a small black bridge that was in the middle of the park where a small pond of water flowed in the ground. Looking down at the leaves floating, in the deep mirror of the water, the reflection of the fall trees made you smile softly. Fall was your favorite season; it was always a fun thing to experience. New changes in trees and weather and like a familiar friend stopping by for the year, coming to say hello never got old to you. 

You had not known how long you stayed standing on the bridge in thought, but a distant voice calling someone broke your deep focus causing you to turn your head to the right where you had walked previously. A smile broke out on your lips as you saw a boy around your age chasing a cream-colored border collie as it made its great escape to the desired adventure. The boy looked as if he had been running for quite some distance before coming to the park. It was amusing to say the least to watch the dog slow down by a tree or bench and be distracted for a second before running away from its owner. It looked small enough to be female.

"Come here!" he ordered out. The border collie ran a few feet in front of him laying her paws down on the leaf covered ground with her behind up, tail wagging in a teasing way. The boy sighed, placing his hands on his hips looking at the mischief pup. A little giggle escaped your mouth at the funny scene unfolding before you. The boy stepped closer to the dog and leaped forward but was too slow as the dog escaped once again. 

So as soon as the dog saw you on the bridge, you bent down clapping your hands together speaking sweetly to her. Of course, the collie was super excited to receive an invitation of love. When she came up to you and stopped by your feet, letting you pet her head while she began wagging her beautiful tail. You then took the red leash that was hooked onto her collar so she wouldn't run off again. Peeking at the tag you were pleased to find out she was a girl. Layla was her name. Soon the boy who was the owner came up out of breath.

"I am so sorry, I don't know what has gotten into her today," he managed to speak out. He had a thick Australian accent when he spoke. His hair was brown, and he was taller than you, he also wore a white shirt with a flannel over it and black pants and black shoes. You grinned, giving Layla a gentle rub on her ear. 

"That's alright, I don't mind," you answered, then looked up to him and handed him the leash. He took the leash with a relieved expression, but a bright smile came upon his face after he got Layla comfortable at his side. You smiled in return. 

"I was on my way to a café, would you like to join me?" you offered, kindly. The boy looked surprised, but then nodded at the offer. 

"Um sure, but I'm buying, it's the least I can do for you helping me," he bargained. 

"Deal," you replied, turning around to walk off the bridge to head onto the café that awaited you two. But you stopped on the path to wait for the new friend you made.

"I'm Jake, by the way," he introduced himself as he caught up with you. 

"Y/n," you greeted back. Layla let out a bark at the two of you as she stood in the middle looking up at you both.

"And you have met Layla," Jake laughed, looking down at the jealous collie. You reached down to pet her again. 

"And I am very glad to have met her, both of you." you said, looking up at Jake after you spoke. He smiled brightly at your words. Under the fall trees a new change to the two acquainted lives began to turn into a bright future for them. 

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[cry-ptidd]

Laura’s overall design is very well done. I enjoy the fact that she is on the wider set side because it relates back to her being a werewolf. The Hellsing estate is very reminiscent of the Victorian era so her dress seems like it would be something you’d see in the show. One thing I do wonder is since she is a werewolf, does she get bothered by tight clothing?

I do see the bonuses of the sleeves she has. It hides excess body hair which could be expensive to others and doesn’t look as awkward with her gloves.

Clothing that maids wore were also dependent on their status: what they did around the house, who they reported to, whether or not they appeared in front of guests.

Maid dresses don’t have any exact look for them. A lot of servants didn’t wear the exact black and white apron look unless they were facing guests. Which I doubt Laura would be doing because of her colourful personality. If she is, maybe lean more into decorating her apron with lace. Hellsing is a little more modern. In-home or maids in the city in the Victorian era had their own dresses with patterns. Darker or muted colours. Like any other woman in their class It might be nice to see Laura have some rotating outfits that show various aspects of her personality. Part of her character seems like it is learning to be gentle with others and herself. Another thing is vulnerability? It would be interesting for her to start to explore expressing herself through new ribbons in her hair, new hairstyles (maybe done by Walter like the cute father figure he is). She has had some run ins with being some ladies mysterious wolf mistresses. It might be funny and a little interesting if she wore any gifts she got from her girlfriends or even items she stole from the guys. Like how serial killers take trophies

Biggest thing I would want to see more if is her personality showing more through her design, unless you are more telling of a story of a werewolf that has a similar loyalty to the Hellsing family as Alucard does.

I like the idea of Integra complimenting Laura wearing her hair or having a certain colours on and so she continues to wear items of the same variety.

It depends on how modern or traditional you want to go. How you see your version of the Hellsing organization. My opinion on a design change isn’t towards the dress as much as it is to accessories.

I love Laura as she is tho so feel free to shoo this away.

By the gods are you aware how fucking helpful this ask is?? Not only the maid facts, but also all the things that could add onto and show her personality? Thank you so much. (Ranting below 👇)

I adore the idea of her keeping accessories from her previous mistresses and kills, that’s genius. Little hoarder goblin has a stash in her quarters full of random shit and trinkets she stole. Maybe wearing the suit of an unfaithful groom she ate (big talk coming from her after she fucked the bride) to wear on nice occasions.

Lace is a very interesting aspect! Especially since she is french, perhaps some traditional patterns from the 18th century. Lace is also delicate and ladylike, which adds onto her being a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And more english maid than french i’d suppose, since Integra is quite patriotic.

I also really like the detail of the loose clothing you pointed out! Laura is also claustrophobic, so that is definitely a plus on her design, as well as that reflecting her personality not being strict about rules or morality. Maybe some more rips and tears here and there to reflect her more wild nature. Colors might not be her thing… but a darker palette would be interesting.

And indeed, Laura isn’t allowed near the guests lest it’s for serving things if the staff is low. She’s already all glares and no smile, no need to spook the invitees any more than they already are by this strange grumbly woman pouring them tea.

As for her loyalty to Hellsing… it is at the same time complex and simple: dogs are loyal, and Laura likes Integra as a person and sees her as a prime example of the virtues of humanity, contributed also by the fact she’s fed and clothed while not having to hide her lycanthropy (to Hellsing at least). Normally she would despise someone like Integra, as she would see her as someone who’s as all bark and no bite; but seeing Integra be not only unafraid of her and Alucard but be commanding? That’s new.

Also, part of her character is absolutely learning to handle gentler things. She is muzzled, she can’t kill just anyone, she must stay docile, she can’t hurt herself or others. Integra has a tight eye on her, and Laura definitely isn’t used to actually being cared for, or having fellow monsters that actually understand her. That’s also why she’s loyal to Integra.

I also need to post about her backstory, it’s been months since i’ve been talking about it. But i tried to fit SO much psychology explaining in there, it’s difficult to make it compact (and i don’t want to make you guys read a whole novel).

Again, i will absolutely keep this ask in mind as i redesign her. Thank you so much for it.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 174. brb x oc

a/n: i have no idea what im doing so if it makes no sense blame google cause well 8) (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: n o n e. but expect some angst next chapter. NOTHING SERIOUS

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One month apart,first trimester, 12:12,San Diego CA.

They were getting bigger.

It’s obvious when she turns her body and when she looks at her reflection, she was getting more…oval. Oval? Would that be the right shape? She gives herself another look, running her hands through her hair before she turns her body partially around, smiling at how the dress looked on her body.

Marcus is a magic man, he’s the Wizard of Oz of fashion because this is just so beautiful. This dress is crafted from an almost ethereal, lightweight fabric that gracefully drapes and flows with every movement. It is a seamless blend of enchantment and comfort, which is exactly what she adores.

The dress has an off-the-shoulder neckline that delicately frames her collarbones and shoulders and the bodice is designed to offer gentle support to the growing belly, and that she was pretty sure was somehow added before he handed the dress over to her.

Again, wizard of OZ.

The flowing skirt starts from just below the bust, allowing ample room for the baby bump. It cascades down in layers of soft, translucent lilac colored fabric, creating a mesmerizing and dreamy effect as it catches the light . The length of the skirt is more of a tea-length which is really comfortable, and it’s not too tight.

And it had a stretchy, adjustable waistline, “God,I love Marcus so much.” she says, still admiring herself in the mirror and cupping the bottom of her rounded stomach with both hands, “I look like those…renaissance paintings. Oh it’s so lovely!” she stops looking to herself when her phone pings with the alarm. She quickly grabs it to check the time, “Oh boy. Time to go,Nikki.” her daughter was peacefully sitting on the bed, surrounded by her toys and only looking up when her mother refers to her.

“Aa?”

“Yes, we need to go to auntie Evelyn’s party!” she coos, picking her up, “Auntie Shells is picking us up-even though I could easily drive us there she just doesn’t want me to get hurt.” she doesn’t sound that happy but she does shake her head while slapping on a smile, “Anyway, let’s go. You look so cute!”

It was just a miniature version of her dress only it had princess sleeves that made Nicole look like a little pixie. The flower headband fell a bit forward so Beatrice quickly adjusted it backwards so it wouldn’t land on Nicole’s eyes but honestly her daughter was too busy playing with the flower appliques on her mother’s bust, “I know right? It’s pretty!”

“Peety!”

“Yes! Pretty!” she grins, kissing her cheek and grabbing both the gift and her bag before walking out of the bedroom. The dogs all looked up when they heard her footsteps, with Jolene standing up at the bottom of the stairs, “Jojo.” she begins, “I’m going to be out of the house for a few hours, I’ll probably bring something for you guys too- I know there’s going to be some doggy friendly treats for you.” Eleanor whines from the corner and Beatrice lowers her brows, “I know,I know, but Evelyn said some of her relatives will bring their dogs over and they can be…hard to befriend, if that wasn’t the case you’d all come with us too!”

“Baaaabes!”

“Oh God.”

“Babes!” followed by a series of honking, “Come out here!Come on!” more honking.

“I swear to God.” she whispers to herself, bringing Nicole up to her chest, “One of these days she’s going to get arrested while here- bye guys. Say bye,Nikki.” Nicole already knew how to wave, so she did just that as they walked to the front door, saying ‘bye bye!’ to the dogs until they were no longer in her view.

Shells was leaning against the front of her Buick with her arms crossed. She was wearing a dress, but it was green, tight at the waist with a halter top bust, “Ohhh!” she smiles as Beatrice locks the front door, “You two look adorable!’

Beatrice returns the smile, approaching Shells once everything is locked tight. She adjusts Nicole in her arms, making sure her daughter is comfortable and secure. "Thank you, Shells! And you look stunning as always," Beatrice says, genuinely admiring her friend's outfit.

Shells uncrosses her arms and opens them for a hug. Beatrice leans in, careful not to squish Nicole between them, and they embrace for a moment. "Are you ready for the party?" Shells asks, pulling away from the hug but keeping her hands on Beatrice's shoulders.

"Absolutely! I can't wait to celebrate with Evelyn and everyone," Beatrice replies with enthusiasm. "Is she excited?”

Shells gives her a half shrug, “She’s kinda annoyed she had to change the date because of the people. But you know, she’s managing how she can,I don’t think she murdered anyone with her eyes yet.”

“It’s still early.”

Shells nods while laughing, opening the back door for Beatrice, “Go on ahead.” she says while gesturing towards Nicole’s seat in there. Beatrice wastes no time in latching Nicole comfortably tight, then stretching her arms above her head once she’s back to her standing position, ‘Oh my God, now I can see it?”

Beatrice blinks, holding both hands on top of her head before turning her eyes to Shells, “Hm?”

“The twins!” she points to her friend’s stomach, “Look at that! Now it’s obvious they are there, god damn,Bea, they’ll be so big once they pop out.”

Beatrice follows Shells' gesture and looks down at her own rounded belly, laughing softly. She gently places a hand on her stomach, feeling the weight and presence of her unborn twins.

"You're right, Shells. They are getting bigger," Beatrice says, her voice filled with awe and wonder. "I can't believe how much they've grown. It's both exciting and a little overwhelming."

Shells leans against the car, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I mean, are they kicking yet?"

“Not yet, but they will soon.”

“Just wait until Rooster sees you like that. He’ll freak out.” she says much to her friend’s confusion, “Girl,we are going to take some pictures!You look too pretty to not share with others!”

Beatrice blushes at the compliment and rolled her eyes, but she is very happy. "Thank you, Shells. Your support means the world to me."

“That’s why I’m here,babes. Now, get in the car or else Evelyn will have a freakout. She needs our support more than you know.”

“Both of her parents are there?”

“Just her mom, her father will be there later…cause work.” Shells mutters,”And her mother is hounding her a lot, sooo…”

Beatrice nods understandingly, realizing the importance of their presence at the party for Evelyn. She takes a deep breath, gathering her composure, and climbs into the car. Once seated, she fastens her seatbelt and adjusts herself to find a comfortable position, mindful of her growing belly “Ow.”

Shells snaps her head in Beatrice’s direction so fast she was sure something cracked, “What? What happened? Is Rooster going to kill me?”

Beatrice didn’t look amused, “No,” she sighs, “Just pinched the side of my leg with the seatbelt. Nothing to worry.”

“Ah, well,alright.” Shells starts the car and begins driving towards Evelyn's parents house. When asked the reason for doing that there and not at her penthouse the answer was ‘I am already doing more than enough, plus my parents have a huge backyard and I don’t trust my uncle Tom when he’s drunk.’. Beatrice steals a glance at Nicole, who is quietly observing the passing scenery through the window, seemingly lost in her own little world, babbling quietly.

Sometimes she could hear certain words, like ‘okay’ and ‘hello!’ coming out of her daughter’s mouth and it was so adorable. Better than music if she was honest.

She leans back in her seat, feeling the gentle sway of the car as it moves through the streets. They are getting to a residential area - after Shells stops and checks her gps at least twice- and they see it.

It’s an impressive house that looks like it was built in the 1980s. It was situated on a spacious lot,where they see a well-manicured front yard and a charming entryway adorned with mature trees and colorful landscaping. The exterior of the house showcases the distinct characteristics of the 1980s design, featuring a combination of stucco and brick siding, along with large windows that allow plenty of natural light to filter through.

And there were a lot of cars.

And Evelyn, right by the door.

She widens her eyes then relaxes, looking back over her shoulder then at the car as it rolls into a park, “Took you guys long enough,” she murmurs, stepping back when Beatrice opens the door. The two share a look before hugging, Evelyn squeezes her friend a little bit and Beatrice feels how tense she was.

“You okay?”

“I am now.” she replies quietly, ‘Jake’s family just got here.” she looks back to the front door, letting go of Bea so she could pick Nicole up and Shells was up to her friend instead, hugging Evelyn just as tightly. 

“So,” Shells smiles once she leans back, “What are we expecting?”

“My family being a nightmare.” Evelyn says softly, “They are behaving, which is good but…no promises. My aunts and cousins might hound you,Bea,” the brunette looks up in surprise once Nicole is in her arms, “Since,well,” she waves her hand from Nicole to the growing bump, with a grimace, “Y’know?”

“Oh.” Bea laughs nervously, bouncing Nikki in her arms, “It’s okay, it’ll be fine.I can handle it. They can’t be worse than some of my relatives.”

Evelyn,while clearly not comforted by that sentence, just gave her a little smile, turning on her heel to go back inside, “Come on in.”

Upon entering, they step into a grand foyer with soaring ceilings, showcasing a dramatic staircase that adds a touch of elegance to the space. Both women stare, wide eyed and slack jawed at the view.The layout of the house is spacious, with multiple levels that offer versatility and room for various activities, including a pool table in the corner of one of the rooms.

The living room is adorned with large windows, allowing for panoramic views of the surrounding landscape, while the adjacent dining area provides an inviting space for formal meals or casual get-togethers. And that’s where most of the gifts were, and there were a lot of gifts. So many that neither of the girls knew how to place their own bags there, “Here.” Evelyn just pushed a large amount to the side of the table - and they didn’t fall! - “Sorry about that, there was a lot of stuff and…well, some of the gifts ended up inside.”

Some??

Evelyn,noticing their shocked stare, just sighed, “Not my fault,my parents just told everyone to…uh, go crazy.”

Beatrice and Shells exchange amused glances, with the brunette especially understanding the chaotic nature of family gatherings and the tendency for gift-giving to go overboard. They follow Evelyn into the kitchen, carefully maneuvering more gifts before reaching the backyard where everyone was.

Beatrice can't help but admire the decorations and attention to detail once they get outside, Nicole even reaching out to tug some of the ribbons that hang low enough for her little hand to grab. The area is tastefully adorned with festive colors and elegant centerpieces, creating a warm and inviting ambiance. From the corner they could see Evelyn’s mother talking to people

"I must say, Evelyn, your parents really went all out for this party," Beatrice comments, a hint of awe in her voice.

Evelyn chuckles, almost confusedly. "You have no idea.” she exhales “They love hosting and showing off their home. I tried to rein them in, but they insisted on going big."

“They do?”

“I know,Shells.” Evelyn replies, sounding so tired, “I can’t believe it either since they are both…so…social.” and her eyebrow flicks with annoyance, “Anyway, let me introduce you guys to everyone.”

-

One month apart,first trimester,21:12, unspecified location.

‘Is that your third or second?”

Rooster looks up from his files to see Hangman at the door, holding his own cup of coffee. Rooster flicks his eyes to his mug, checking the contents before pursing his lips, “Fourth,actually.”

“Ah,well, I was close,wasn’t I?” the blonde pilot looks back, where Coyote’s form is approaching, “You called us?”

“I did.” Rooster groans, rubbing his eyes, “Sit down.” and his arms went up to his head, one hand holding his wrist and his vision turned to the several maps and notes he made during the past…three hours, “Dude,my back.” he begins, “It’s like, tiny little mice are stabbing every nerve I have with tiny swords.”

Coyote makes a face, ‘Weird sentence,but okay.”Hangman and Coyote exchange amused glances before taking a seat across from Rooster. Hangman leans back in his chair, sipping his coffee, while Coyote leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Well, Rooster, you look like you've been deep in thought," Coyote says, eyeing the maps and notes scattered all over. "What's on your mind?"

Rooster sighs, massaging his temples. "Well, remember how we thought we knew what we were expecting? When we figured out the old factory was being used as a stronghold?"

Hangman nods, his expression serious. "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

Rooster taps a specific area on one of the maps. "Intelligence reports suggest that the enemy has significantly reinforced their defenses in that area. They've brought in heavy artillery and increased their troop presence. It's going to be a lot tougher than we initially anticipated."

Coyote's brow furrows as he studies the map. "Damn, that complicates things. We can't afford any surprises when we fly in."

"Exactly," Rooster replies, his tone filled with frustration. "And I don’t plan on losing anyone on this mission so, we need to come up with a solid plan to neutralize their defenses.." he mumbles, “You two are going to join me at the first surveillance round, we can’t get too close, they have heavy shit waiting for the first bird they see…and we are going to bring some of the recruits.”

Hangman makes a face then  takes a thoughtful sip of his coffee before speaking up. "If it smells like shit it probably is, what exactly can we expect? Since what we knew went down the drain?"

Rooster leans back in his chair, a weary expression on his face and one of his hands against his mouth . "Well, based on the latest intel, we can expect fortified barricades, manned checkpoints, and increased patrols around the perimeter.” and he pulls every single file that contains such information “ The enemy has brought in additional firepower, including anti-aircraft weapons and armored vehicles. They're taking this shit seriously."

Coyote interjects, after a minimal amount of silence. "So, they're ready for us. It's not going to be a walk in the park,huh?"

Rooster nods grimly. "Never is. We need to be cautious and precise in our approach. Our primary objective is to gather as much information as possible without alerting them to our presence. So I suggest we divide our teams already. That way, we can cover more ground and gather information from multiple vantage points. It'll also make it harder for the enemy to detect us."

Hangman nods in agreement. "Good idea. We'll assign specific sectors to each team and maintain constant communication. We need to be aware of any changes in enemy movements or reinforcements." he purses his lips, “Which means more training.”

“Yep.”

“No wonder they said we’d be here for six months.” Coyote murmurs, leaning into his chair, “That is…intense.”

“Yeah.” Rooster laughs breathily,shaking his head and rubbing his eyelids, inhaling against his palms, “But that was it for right now, next week we’ll…have a lot to do.”

Hangman glances at his watch and raises an eyebrow. "Next week? You mean we're not going in immediately?"

Rooster lets out a tired sigh, of course he’d say that. "No, we need some time to analyze the new information, and fine-tune our plan. We can't rush into this blindly. It's better to be prepared than to walk into a trap." he groans, “Not to mention the kids need to be aware of this now.”

Coyote leans forward, his curiosity piqued, ignoring Hangman’s sour expression. "So what's the plan? How are we going to gather information without alerting the enemy?"

Rooster leans forward, hovering his hand above the papers, his eyes scanning the maps once again. "We'll have four teams. I want you two to lead one team to conduct aerial reconnaissance. We'll gather as much visual intel as possible, identifying enemy positions, defenses, and any potential weak points." he begins, “We can’t get too close, so it’ll be hard but we can do it.”

Hangman nods, his expression determined. "Understood. I'll coordinate with the kids pilots and make sure we have everything."

“Bob will help you too.”

“Bob?”

Rooster then turns his attention to the map, ignoring Hangman’s displeased shout. "And then I go in.” Silence takes over, both men look at him in surprise and he raises his brow, “I’m not going to stay here, twiddling my thumbs while you go all out. Mav will handle everything while I’m gone.” he inhales shakily, the claw of fear squeezing his stomach, “Once we get everything, once we are aware of it…I’ll go in and we’ll lead the aerial assault.”

Hangman and Coyote exchange glances, their surprise evident. Hangman is the first to respond, but his words break the obvious nervous atmosphere. "Of course you will,why am I surprised."

Rooster looks up from the map, flicking his brow with nothing but amusement shining in his eyes. "You can stay here instead, you know, staring at the snow. If that’s what you want.” Hangman rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defense before looking away, “I’ll meet with the others in a few, then we’ll debrief to the new recruits and separate the teams. You guys know they’ll be the new co-pilots,right?”

“Sure,” Coyote nods, “We’re playing babysitter.”

“They aren’t that bad.” Rooster chuckles as he organizes everything on the table, “They have talent,they are just…you know, like Hangman.” his friend snaps his gaze at him, “You know, annoying.”

“Hey.”

“And stubborn.” Coyote adds.

“Hey!”

“And don’t forget: full of himself.”

“Hey!I’m right here!”

Rooster,while nervous by the sudden change of events, just laughs.He’s at least glad they could share some humor in such somber circumstances…and he couldn’t help but get nervous. He led missions before, he sure did, but this one felt different because the unknowns were past the common ground.

He didn’t like to be in the dark. He didn’t like to not know what was going on…but he had to make sure everyone got back home intact…him included. He inhales shakily one last time, “Dismissed.” he mutters, “...thanks guys.” the break of professionalism wasn’t necessary but in his opinion was needed.

Sure,he was leading the mission, but they were his friends. He needed that familiarity. “Ah,Hangman,” the blonde pilot stops and stares back at him, “You should check your phone.” 

“My phone-” his blue eyes widened, “Oh my God. Oh my God.” and he runs off, leaving Rooster and Coyote staring at his retreating back, the taller officer just chuckles from his desk, walking around it to turn off the lights and close the door behind him.

Beatrice talked to him about the party, it was still going back in California since it was early so Rooster could just imagine what else was planned for that day…and she looked beautiful. She always does…fuck he missed them so much, he just wanted this mission to go right.

He needed this to go right.

No mistakes.

No doubts.

[introvertedlass]

My fav thing about all this is that after 2 years and 2 weddings, and 1024884 articles about dating and marriage, Chris finally admitted he’s married and STILL did not mention his wife by name nor did he compliment her in any way.

But all this means is there’s still no official sound bite. I get that many ppl will say he didn’t need to mention her name and yes it’s true everyone knew who he was speaking about…but do they?

Tabloids do not have him on quote at any point saying AB’s name. Even on the scare videos he miraculously never said her name once. He was on print saying he had a gf and still no name. He went on stage and actually admitted to being married and mentioned a lady being from PT but still no name.

There are thousands/millions of women in PT or from PT. One could easily say he married any one of them. (This is clearly sarcasm because everyone knows he’s referring to AB) but the tabloids to this day can still only assume he married AB because she is most recently connected to him and is from PT. Occam’s razor and so that’s what they’ll continue to write and circulate. They can absolutely do that and the GP and most fans will believe it and atp won’t question him or it. Unless you’re the small 1 percent who sees the inconsistencies that almost feel on purpose. 😉

But without wedding photos released to the public or a people exclusive with pics and a official statement, they can only use the same separate stock photos of them side by side or one of the 20 from his vday video which only has one pic of them actually kissing. Coincidentally, the only photo ppl have of them being together after the wedding is a blurry back of the head photo of them with no money shot. The Central Park debut pap pics have them in masks and then one video of her with no mask looking pissed while he’s covered head to toe with mask. WDW she’s in a crop top showing her tattoo while he’s covered head to toe in hat and mask. LOL. The only photos of him and her together were in 24 hour IG stories that disappeared so they can’t be traced back to a direct live and existing link.

Friends and family follow but nobody publicly posts a pic of her with him or vice versa. Both sides. Both sides don’t even publicly show up in the same pics together. Justin the trolling king of clout still can’t post actual photos with both groups in Bermuda so he posts 97474 ones of his sisters wedding instead.

So after all this, it’s still a strategy for plausible deniability which is so hilarious because you’d think he’d actually have the moment to get on stage and talk about her and how amazing she is but he used 5 out of 30 seconds to say his wife from PT and used the other 25 seconds to mention the two weddings and reflecting on being married - before going on a 10 min love sesh about his dog. Even when he mentioned his ex gf Jenny slate he had a paragraph of compliments for her. They did a whole podcast together before they started dating. They have cute candids of them together caught by fans and friends/family posted them together in private photos. There were old interviews where he mentioned he loved hanging out with his gf (Jessica biel) because she was an awesome person. They were publicly cute and attended red carpets and even did movies together.

But his wife who he has had as a gf for awhile is big on judging ppl’s energies when she meets them and is from PT.

TMZ got some homework to do or they simply don’t care because in a court of law, none of this evidence can be used to prove they are married. It’s all speculation still because Occam’s razor and likes and follows on IG are not equate to “hard proof.” An anonymous source saying their names together are married but no official confirmation still isn’t 100% proof. It’s just heavy and intentional speculation designed to make you just accept and believe that it’s true and not question but the fine print is there.

I think they intend to keep it this way until they have fulfilled their purpose.

(By no means am I saying they didn’t have a wedding. It would just be stupid atp to do all that and not. But I’ve also known someone who had a lavish wedding but didn’t actually file the marriage paperwork. So despite being married to the public, they were never legally married. And when they got “divorced”, they just split and had no ties to each other. True story.)

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[heartyearning]

☀️ SUMMER READING WRAP UP ☀️

i read like 30+ books in july & august & wanted to do a quick little summary of that here bc i read some absolute bangers. in no partic order + these are only the good ones bc i dont need to talk about [title redacted bc im nice]

headshot by rita bullwinkel: i got this in a bookstore near my sister's art uni & you could tell it was an artunibookstore bc there were so many books i'd never heard of but this one is SO up my alley. it's about a group of teenage girls in a boxing competition and follows each of their matches from the perspectives of the girls. they don't talk to each other so they each have this really skewed vision of the other person, especially considering that there's a competitive aspect to what they're doing anyway & the fact that none of these girls feel like they're respected in their day-to-day lives. if you're a teen following me you NEED to pick up this book, i felt like it so perfectly encapsulates that feeling of being 15-17 esp if you're socialised as a girl. everything is both grandiose and gritty at the same time, these girls have FEELINGS pouring out of their ears and it is so so so well written. absolutely loved it. also look at this cover:

LOVED!

big swiss by jen beagin: this is kind of in the same vein as headshot & generally in the same vein of a lot of general fiction i've been into lately. i've known about it for a while but did wonder whether it was worth getting it / whether it would do more than just scratch the itch that i already had scratched after reading headshot & let me tell you it absolutely did. big swiss follows a transcriber of a new york sex therapist who accidentally meets and becomes involved with one of his patients. greta, the protagonist, has got a lot of weird habits and thought-patterns but since the book is written from her pov it's easy to go along with the idea that this all isn't THAT weird until it really starts to be reflected back at her through other people when big swiss starts talking about her in the therapy sessions greta transcribes and onwards. it's really good, i also love that greta's a bit older than a lot of the protagonists in books like these that i've read. i also love this cover with the painting on it but i personally had a copy with an illustration of big swiss & greta's dogs (even tho piñon was brown on the cover, not black, but i'm letting it go) which was very cute as well.

chouette by claire oshetsky: iykyk. this book is really good for many reasons but let me introduce it by saying it was good because it handles a VERY tricky subject matter and does so with incredible grace. chouette follows the birth and childhood of chouette, an owl-baby which came about after Tiny had sex with her female owl lover in a dream. (i don't have my copy with me rn but the opening line is something along the lines of "it was a shock to me when i discovered i was pregnant after i dreamt i had sex with an owl lover, especially because my owl lover was a woman." <- that but like. good writing. i wish i could remember the phrasing better) in this book the concept of an "owl baby" is actually a stand in for having a child with mental development issues. chouette is an owl-baby in a world of dog-children, that sort of thing. i was very cautious when reading this book bc it's told from the pov of tiny, who doesn't always love being a mother (and i'm sensitive about that topic so i didn't really know how i'd respond to this) and also the subject matter in general can go wrong in so many different ways. chouette is really good though, at no point does tiny think of her daughter as being anything other than who she is. she's not some genius savant nor is she broken & in need of fixing. she's simply a baby / young toddler with her own needs and desires and her own personality. very sweet, very emotional book. music plays a big role in this book (again, iykyk) and there's an accompanying playlist which i ended up not listening to bc i didn't have wifi but i do also like that aspect of it.

we go around in the night & are consumed by fire by jules grant: pros of moving in with someone who used to work in publishing & book selling: i now have access to a bunch of new books i've never heard of before. we go around in the night is an incredible book about an all-female gang in manchester (at least i think its manchester, i do not recall) and how they deal when one of their members is shot and killed. the plot and concept themselves are really good but what stands out especially is the writing style which is in part stream of consciousness and in a larger part just very particular to the pov character & how their mind works. we follow the povs of the head of the gang and the daughter of the woman who was killed. it's very emotional, very rough to read bc it deals so much with grief and also it's so intimate because with the way it's written you just feel so deeply inside the characters' minds. really cool.

fantasy break: i reread all of my branderson books (or at least the cosmere ones), so that's the first mistborn trilogy, warbreaker & the first 4 stormlights. not gonna summarise those indiv bc i'm pretty sure none of my followers on this blog give a fuck but i am actually very pleased to have re-read them bc 1. i love them and 2. it's made the scope of the cosmere a bit more understandable again. also i get very emotional about fantasy & cried like a baby at the end of mistborn & also at the end of oathbringer. and at the middle of rhythm of war. when adolin's in shadesmar with maya? yeah. sobbing.

little, big by john crowley: i listened to this on audiobook every day for about 2 weeks as i walked my dogs and did my chores and what have you. this audiobook is 24 hours long and usually that's my limit on audiobook length, anything longer than that & i start to check out mentally, but i could honestly listen to little, big forever. if you don't know it's this multi-generational novel about faeries and a family involved with them tangentially through the contact one of the early women had with faeries when she lived in the uk. it's a book about an american family though and though the faeries are ever-present in the actions and consequences that befall this family, it's so much more about love. familial love, romantic love, love for a place, love. it's absolutely incredible and read by the author who has the most wonderful accent (maine, i believe?) which just transports you even more into the world of these people. i'm generally all for a novel read by a trained & skilled narrator, not the author (reading is a skill) but john crowley does a very good job and anyway i didn't mind it when voices sounded alike because you understood who was speaking anyway just by what they were saying and anyway it's a family so it's okay if they sound similar. truly such a wonderful experience, i really loved this book.

others i read and just want to quickly mention: giovanni's room, gut symmetries, the book of elsewhere (i love china miéville etc etc), edinburgh (by alexander chee) & a couple more but these are the ones that i enjoyed most / got most out of