#new motorcycle cool or crazy

[ijustwant2ride]

New Motorcycle: Cool or Crazy Decision

We bought a new motorcycle. A Harley Davidson road glide CVO.

So, did we do something cool or crazy? Let us know in the comments.

[sunkendreams]

Dwayne or David facesitting. Period. Like, vampires don't need to breathe! Hell, let em stay down there for hours. Also, am I too gross or crazy to think about having fun during that time of the month? 🩸

blood moon.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | dwayne (the lost boys) x fem!reader

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | drabble — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 3.7K.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), dubious consent (mild coercion) cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), reader is on their period, bloodplay (lots of it, he’s a vampire), facesitting, biting, hair-pulling, pet names (mama, girl, sweet girl), dwayne is hungry and he’s nasty, kissing, vampire antics, possessive dwayne, Dwayne is a little selfish in this

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | wow ,,, a fic three days in a row ??? you can tell I’m hyperfixated because I’ll produce a ton of content very rapidly. Also, I love dwayne so much, he’s my daddy. ALSO — please keep sending me horny requests for the lost boys, I’m being fed !!! also, hello to all of my new followers & tlb fellows :)) love y’all and hope you enjoy!

A blood moon — it was a humorous term that your mother used to use for your menstrual cycle, something that you’d grown to despise with every fiber of your being. It was another unfortunate shackle of humanity, a reminder that you were still flesh and blood. Whenever your time of the month came about, you were always tempted to beg David for a sip of that forbidden wine.

The oppressive heat of the cavernous labyrinth that the boys dwelled within had felt somewhat comforting to you as you curled up on Dwayne’s makeshift bed, form contorted into the fetal position. A slow, agonizing pain spread throughout your lower abdomen, making your muscles feel weak and useless.

Sunset was just upon the horizon as you struggled to endure the suffering that you were forced into with each passing month. The mattress felt cool and smooth underneath your cheek, having abandoned the scattered pillows in favor of awaiting your demise. You wanted to sob, biting at the inside of your cheek, teeth scraping against flesh as your fists balled into the blanket.

Everything hurt — what began as a dull ache soon manifested into a pain that gripped your entire body. Your back was sore, head throbbing, and your insides felt as if they were being stirred around by the hand of another. You clenched your teeth, not wanting to move from your spot, anchored to your slice of space.

Once dusk fell, the vampires you’d been living with came to life, no longer hanging from the rafters of some dark, damp alcove. You could heat Marko and Paul’s guffaws and laughter, accompanied by David’s stern, tempered remarks. It all served as idle background noise, prompting you to close your eyes.

The noise dissipated — it was too quick for your liking. Silence settled in, save for the faint rustling of ambience within the cave, combined with something rattling around out in the remnants of the old lobby.

As much as you didn’t want to move, you sluggishly rolled out of bed, discomforted by the sensation of sloshing liquid rushing between your legs. It was the worst part of your cycle — the unpleasant sensations, the feeling of being wholly unclean. You draped a blanket around you, hobbling from Dwayne’s roost.

Strong, veined hands were buried within the grease-laden guts of a motorcycle, dismantling a variety of components. The vehicle was partially dismantled, stripped down to the metal underbelly. Dwayne’s dark tresses were disheveled from slumber, parts of scrap scattered around him. An elongated, metal screw was lodged between his teeth as he concentrated on his work.

He could smell you long before you’d crept into the lobby, but he hadn’t expected to see you in such a downtrodden state. Dwayne was often respectful of your space, especially during your cycle. It wasn’t something he would ever endure, but watching you writhe and suffer wasn’t entirely enjoyable, either.

“Dwayne?” You croaked, awkwardly shuffling across outcroppings of debris and dirt, draped in your shoddy sheet as you spotted your boyfriend. There was something beautiful about him, particularly when he practiced his hobby of playing mechanic. Specks of black oil lined his forearms and fingertips.

Without missing a beat, Dwayne turned to look at you, hazel hues drinking you in with reverence and concern. Dark brows furrowed together as he abandoned his current project, grabbing at the tattered, red cloth that rode around within his back pocket. “Hey,” That familiar baritone held a subtle warmth to it. “What’s wrong, Mama?”

You knew that he knew, but he still asked you nonetheless. As he swiped away at the oil and pungent grease, Dwayne stepped closer toward you, stooping down to press a kiss against the top of your head. You smelled wonderful, natural sweetness intermingled with that of your menses.

“Everything,” You exhaled, shuddering when his large palm splayed out across your back, rubbing soothing circles into your sore flesh. “Where are the others?” Admittedly, it was a bit unusual to see Dwayne alone without the company of the pack.

“Hunting,” Dwayne confirmed, and without hesitation, he hooked a strong, taut arm underneath your legs, hoisting you up as he carried you like a blushing bride. Cradling you against his chiseled chest, he made sure you were back in bed, where you belonged. “I was worried about you.” He confessed, laying you back against the mattress.

His throat was burning — a fire so intense that he wanted to scream, but Dwayne was rather talented at smothering his hunger for the good of another. His thirst would be extinguished soon enough, whenever he could leave the cave to find unsuspecting tourists. He sat down along the edge of the bed, hand massaging into your thigh.

Guilt rippled through you, knowing that Dwayne had abandoned the hunt to tend to you, this fragile human. His brows furrowed together — he must’ve been reading your thoughts. “I’m sorry. You should go feed.” You encouraged him, despite keening into the comforting chill of his hand.

Dwayne’s mind had gone elsewhere — there was a way that he could feed without having to abandon you. Of course, it was purely self-gratifying and your best interests were secondary to his starvation, which crawled across his stomach, burning a hole through him. He kept quiet, gingerly massaging your leg with his hand, which drifted towards the swell of your hips.

He didn’t like seeing you this way, agonized and letting yourself sit in the suffering. “If there was something that I could do to help, would you let me?” Dwayne asked, gazing down at you with an incendiary look. It was distinct, reminding you of the plethora of times he’d seduced you. Your stomach lurched, insides feeling as if they were withering away.

Your expression was somewhat quizzical, lips parting slightly as you reached for his arm. He was so much bigger than you — the strongest of the pack, urging you closer until his fingers could sweep away the hair framing your visage. That thick, coppery swarm of blood invaded his nostrils, singing his throat yet again.

“What do you have in-mind?” You asked, somewhat hesitant as he caged you in between his arms, bending down to press a hungry kiss to your lips. Sex was the furthest thing on your mind, but you relented, moaning into his mouth as you reached for his dark tresses.

Dwayne was a phenomenal kisser — passionate and slow, as if he were savoring every second of it. Though, he had a tendency to let it whirlwind into something ravenous and primal, fitting for the quiet, stoic vampire. He exhaled, kissing you with a thinly-veiled desire, hand moving to cup your jaw.

“Could take the pain away.” He uttered, withdrawing from your lips with an indiscernible expression. Dwayne was always difficult to read — endlessly complex, an enigma that you wanted to unravel. His mystique was always present, but you knew him better than most.

To you, it was an act of generosity — you were gullible, naive to Dwayne’s true intentions of feeding from you whilst making the ache fade away. Your heart fluttered within your chest, causing you to wet your lower lip. Dwayne’s thumb rubbed along your jawline.

“How?” With a soft gulp, you swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips graze your jugular. His natural musk was enticing, often intermingled with the twang of stale copper and machinery oil. Dwayne shrugged his jacket off, bulky musculature engulfing you.

His shadow eclipsed any sliver of torchlight as he bathed you in darkness, gaze dusky as he gave you another deliberate kiss. Dwayne was silent, adjusting himself until he knelt at the foot of the bed, partially on top of you. His hand pushed against the inside of your knee, and that’s when you stopped him.

“N—No,” Your protest was weak, embarrassment rippling through your voice. There was something that felt inherently dirty to you, if Dwayne intended to follow through on whatever it was he planned on doing. “Dwayne, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” A shrewdness crept into your tone.

He read your mind — you thought he wanted sex. If you weren’t in so much pain, he would’ve been fucking you within an inch of your life by now. Dwayne’s chest rumbled with a brief chuckle, lips curling into a faint smile, pearlescent teeth glimmering against his caramel skin and stubble-coated visage. “Not like that,” He exhaled. “Something else. Help us both.” He murmured, stroking along your leg.

So that’s what he wanted.

Admittedly, you were a little nervous about the idea. He’d never insisted on feeding from you before, and certainly not in this manner. It sounded so crude and messy in your head. He’d bitten you, but never enough to cause any lasting harm. “I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling another sharp, dagger-like jolt course through the pit of your stomach.

“It’ll make the pain go away,” Dwayne was gorgeous — like a chiseled god, crouched between your legs as he sought your consent. Of course, it was somewhat swayed through consistent persuasion, but there was something mutually beneficial to be found in this. “Let me.” His voice dropped to a husked octave, dripping with something amorous.

You were still hesitant, heart beating like a fluttering of a hummingbird, swift and constant, pounding just above your breast. Goosebumps coalesced along the length of your spine, crawling across your flesh like a tidal wave as he pressed a series of kisses against the inside of your thigh, face dangerously close to swarming forward.

“Okay, just — Just go slow.” Molten heat sloshed within your belly as Dwayne stalked forward, musculature parting your legs. He was so broad and strong, smooth underneath your fingertips as they brushed against his taut, veined forearms. He bracketed you in, arms like a cage as he kept you close.

Dwayne felt that blistering itch within his throat, the urge to feed, to savor the sanguine heat between your legs. He had no intention of being slow. Once the feeding commenced, it was difficult to stop. “‘Course, girl.” He nodded, dark eyes glued to your features as he flattened down against the mattress.

Sinewy hands curled into the waistband of your panties, slipping beneath the shirt you wore, one that didn’t happen to be covered in age-old blood. You were flustered, beginning to squirm as Dwayne peeled it all aside, menstrual pad included.

He rucked your shirt up, propped up on his elbows as his palms gripped at your hips so hard that it was sure to leave bruises. That smell of blood hit him immediately, scorching his throat and insides until it was all ash and dust. Dwayne was silent, broad tongue parting past until it drew along the length of your cunt.

Blood wept from your core, which felt uncomfortable for you, initially. You huffed, nearly sinking down into the mattress in a heap as Dwayne began to openly lap at your slit, drinking you in as if you were the most delicious thing he’d tasted. Your cunt clenched, nerves set ablaze as his nose bumped against your clit.

You tasted saccharine — coppery and vitriolic, but it was his sort of feast. Dwayne let out a grunt, lapping at the blood that oozed from your cunt, letting it linger upon his lips, invading his senses. Once he heard your sweet moans from above, he tugged you forward, a growl ripping through his chest.

Those aches and pains were sluggishly beginning to ebb away, soothed by the vampire who drank from between your thighs. It wasn’t as much as he wanted, but it was enough, tongue raking hot embers across your cunt as the pleasure unfurled within your stomach.

“Dwayne,” A blissful sigh escaped you, back beginning to arch off of the bed and toward his mouth. Your fingers clamored to hold on, finding their purchase amongst his tousled mane of jet-black hair. He’d eaten you out before, but not like this. There was the added element of blood involved. “D—Dwayne, don’t stop.” You whimpered.

Within the dim light of the alcove, those orange flickers of light from the small array of candles made his skin look like velvet. Those dark eyes never left you, pinning you in-place as he drank freely from your cunt. Your menses stained his mouth with red, tongue occasionally drifting from your entrance to your clit.

A burnished, golden sheen glistened within his eyes, hunger somewhat dissipating. He wasn’t satisfied nor satiated, intending to drink his fill — as for you, he suspected you’d have to endure his constant lapping and sucking until you were nothing more than a sobbing mess.

Your poor legs were quivering, wobbling on either side of his face as he steadied you, hands clamping down to keep you still. He idly massaged into the pliant flesh of your thighs, tongue assaulting your cunt with a viciousness to it. Crimson dribbled down his chin, but your flow was beginning to taper off from your prone state.

A myriad of throaty, wanton mewls escaped you, toes curling in delight as he gingerly suckled at your clit. The sensation was temporary, fleeting as his attention drifted elsewhere, tongue lapping at another slow-trickling rivulet of blood. Dwayne hummed, deep and gravelly, stubble tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

It was only when he withdrew that you were babbling and stammering, wanting to know why he’d suddenly stopped. “W—Wait,” You whimpered, pitiful as ever, cunt aching something awful as he licked at his lips. Seeing Dwayne’s mouth and chin drenched in a darker shade of scarlet made you feel hot, heat creeping through your belly. “Please.”

His hearty chuckle made you irritated, but it was short-lived. You watched as Dwayne settled himself onto the mattress beside you, hues a vibrant gold, his countenance stained in your menstrual gore. “I’m not finished, pretty girl. Still hungry.” He reassured you, and plucked you up with two strong hands.

You were eternally grateful for Dwayne in that moment, who placed you on his chest. Without missing a beat, he bumped you forward, and you were gazing down at Santa Carla’s most stoic, vicious predator. An endless hunger danced within his eyes, soon to be quelled by the delicious blood that pooled between your legs.

Dwayne could tell that you weren’t expecting this, and it certainly made it all the more enticing for him. You were so smitten, his sweet little human. He’d fantasized about having you sit on his face until you were nearly unconscious, but this was all the more sweeter. Embarrassment flooded through you, but Dwayne seemed entirely unphased.

Initially, you were scared of hurting him, a notion that Dwayne found to be a little too innocuous. He could hear your heartbeat pounding away beneath your collarbone, thrumming like the beat of a drum as he lowered you back onto his mouth.

Your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his head, dark tresses splayed out like a halo. With this newfound angle, you were staring at Dwayne — or more like, he was gazing at you. His tongue quickly invaded your throbbing cunt, blood catching on his lips. It was messier this time, making you tremble beneath his hold.

A liquid heat coursed throughout your body, pooling heavy within your stomach. Cruor oozed from your throbbing cunt, and now that you weren’t lying on your back, Dwayne was getting another taste. He continued to dutifully lap at your slit, ensuring that he didn’t miss a single drop of blood.

It sat thick and heavy upon his tongue, beginning to bring some semblance of relief to that raging fire that scorched within his throat. His pain was relinquished, and so was yours — a mutual exchange. Even then, he wanted more, digits digging into your haunches as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again.

There was something disgustingly entrancing about the way he greedily lapped at your core, face buried deep within your cunt, hungry for your menses. If he wasn’t a creature of the night, you might’ve been somewhat indifferent to all of this, but he was bringing you such a wave of relief.

You wiggled your hips, accidentally grinding yourself onto his face, and Dwayne indulged you. As he lapped at another stream of crimson ichor, you moaned, chest heaving with heavy pants and wanton mewls, hands perched along the rickety, half-torn headboard.

“S—Shit,” You exhaled, tears stinging your eyes as you began to make that steady climb toward your climax. Dwayne didn’t stop, never relenting or slowing any movement as he lapped at your cunt, broad tongue swiping over every inch of your slit. The pleasure began to outweigh any pain you felt, muscles spasming. “Dwayne!” A whine left you, head rolling forward.

A deep, guttural growl emanated from Dwayne as it rumbled throughout his wide chest. It was mesmerizing to watch him from above, your hands splaying themselves along his bronze shoulders. His mouth drifted toward your inner thigh, and he looked to you, seeking approval before he bit you.

With a messy, lazy nod, your cunt throbbed and pulsated with molten heat, causing your nails to dig into Dwayne’s skin, hard enough to leave behind crescent-shaped imprints. Golden, crimson-ringed irises flashed in your direction as his countenance contorted into something inhuman, monstrously beautiful in your eyes.

Pearlescent fangs and pretty teeth sought out the pliant, soft flesh of your inner thigh, and he bit down — hard. It left behind the angry-red marks of unusual teeth as ringlets of a sanguine color trickled down your leg. Dwayne licked his lips, appraising you with an incendiary stare as he hastily collected every scrap of your lifeblood.

“M’close,” You whimpered, shuddering when he pressed a kiss atop the freshly-formed bite. His face promptly nestled back to the cleft between your legs, drawing another stream of your menses into his mouth before seeking your clit. “Close.” You said again, breathless and drunk with desire.

Dwayne felt his cock twitch within his jeans, able to smell your arousal through the haze of blood. The siren’s song of cruor was far more powerful, but even then, he could savor both with a feeling of sheer delight. His hunger steadily dwindled, fed by your saccharine cycle — if only you were like this all the time.

His lips formed a tight seal as he began to suck, causing you to nearly double over. “Don’t stop, Dwayne,” Perspiration began to break out along your body, coalescing along the length of your spine, dewy beneath the shirt you wore. “Please, please.” You were desperate, wanting to feel that white-hot explosion of a release.

Exhaustion settled in, your energy having been expended by keeping yourself aloft atop his face. Your cunt tasted sweeter than anything he’d had before in his centuries of existence. Dwayne considered you to be his fountain — a very captivating fountain. His touch screamed with amorousness as he rocked you into his tongue.

At last, your body began to quiver, muscles twitching and spasmodic as you climbed toward your orgasm. Dwayne could feel your weight fall a little heavier atop him, and he happily supported you, so long as you were bleeding. He added that edge of teeth, letting them graze over your clit with a feather-light pressure.

It sent you careening over the edge, cumming onto his mouth with enough mewls and moans to last him for days. It echoed throughout the alcove, and you were on the verge of sobbing, having gained some sliver of relief in the end.

Dwayne lapped at your cunt through it all, consumed by the shadow of greed and possessiveness. He could hear the rest of the boys clamoring throughout the cavern, which soured his mood just a little. They had a poor habit of acting up whenever you were enduring your menstrual cycle — understandable, of course, but an annoyance for Dwayne.

With a grunt, he gently nudged you back onto the taut, musculed expanse of his chest. His mesomorphic stature felt so solid underneath your pliant body, and your hands brazenly felt along his sternum. There was no heartbeat, forever frozen by immortality. His countenance was one of sheer satisfaction, lips and chin smattered in your blood as he licked at his mouth.

“Feel better, don’t you?” Dwayne mused, unable to withhold that little twinge of amusement in his voice. His large hand rubbed and massaged along your thigh, drifting up towards your hips, and then back down again on a continuous loop.

You nodded, feeling all warm when his body shook with a brief tremor of laughter. Dwayne sat up just a little bit, palm grasping at the back of your neck as he brought you forward for a very intimate kiss. A startled gasp tore through your throat, but he held you there, letting you taste yourself — ichor and all.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your entire physique hummed and buzzed with satisfaction. Of course, the ache of your cycle never fully dissipated, but Dwayne had certainly done his part in quelling the pain, for now.

Dwayne gingerly patted the swell of your ass, copping a feel in the process before pressing another string of kisses against your neck. He grabbed at the hem of your shirt, rucking it up a-ways. He was quiet, and you were fine with that, eyes widening as he wiped his mouth off with the remnants of your nightshirt.

Jesus — you knew better than to tempt fate, arousal stinging at your core again. You huffed, taking a moment to compose yourself as you attempted to reach for your panties. He intercepted you, snatching your wrist before your fingertips could even reach the lace trim.

“Not tonight, girl,” Dwayne uttered, placing you right beside him, bulky arm curling around your frame. He made you feel so safe — a glaring juxtaposition to his ravenous hunger and vampiric state.

You felt a pair of fangs tauntingly scrape over your jugular, able to feel the chill of his bare chest nudging into your back. “Might get hungry later.” He rumbled, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of your shoulder.

[cheriladycl01]

I'm not scared! Colby Brock x MotoGPDriver! Reader Part 1

Plot: You made a tweet about Sam and Colby and were in a podcast and they brought up Sam and Colby where you talked about the paranormal and how it doesn't really scare you because you drive motorcycles at over 200mph.

A/N: This has been sat in my drafts for a while coz i was kinda scared to post it, coz its a new reach of people I'm looking for.

It started off with a silly little tweet you'd made in the summer break when you werent racing. You didn't feel like watching old F1 or MotoGP races and there was no movie that immedielty came to mind.

So you scrolled through youtube. At first it was a documentary about the ocean, and you had to switch it out. Which is how you came across a channel called Sam and Colby, two American boys who... well you didn't actually think they had a 'thing:

Your YouTube consisted solely of vlogs and car/bike videos that you did. That was your niche. However these two didn't seem to have a specific niche, you perused them seeing that they vlogged and did challenges and prank video and even back in the day were part of vine.

The most recent things they'd been sticking too by the looks of things were these paranormal investigations. They went to these haunted places with cool gear and filmed the experience. You were very intruiged as the paranormal was something you'd believed in just never interacted with.

After watching them bring people on, and be scared shitless you knew you'd boss something like this.

You were alone in your house, drinking which is where the tweet actually came from.

There was a lot of action from both fans of motorsport and YouTube fans. You of course got some hate from the tweet from the YouTube side and hence started the fued between your fans and Colby and Sam fans.

It wasn't until the podcast you went on that the duo took notice of you.

"So today I'm here in the studio with Y/N, now this I think is an intertsing podcast for both of us, because you've only been on Motorsport related ones so far correct?"

"Yes" you smile nodding. You'd actually been on a few podcasts as you really enjoyed talking to people and hearing their stories and being able to talk about your own experiences and hardships.

You started of with the generic motorsport questions, that were all angled at you being a woman in motorsport. Which you enjoyed as you knew getting to the position you had now was a hard hard feat you managed to overcome.

He then got onto more general questions about you life, which again you were happy to answer.

"I do have something that people asked me to ask when we first annouced you here and that was about the tweet with Sam and Colby?" he says looking to his notepad making sure he was keeping in his order.

"Mmmm, what about it?" you smile knowing this was going to be a thing.

"So you basically said along the lines of, if you were in a Sam and Colby video that you wouldn't be scared, why is that?" he asks tilting his head to the side.

"Well, not much scares me when i drive motorbikes at roughly 250 kmph. You know, I've come off those bikes and had my life flash before my eyes as I go into the barrier. One of my worst crashes nearly killed me, but I got back on the bike, one I healed and I won my first race back in Lusial. As part of the Red Bull family I've helped them with some crazy challanges, beat Max Verstappen in an F1 car and lots more. So i think it would genuinely take a lot to scare me!" you smile explaining your thought process behind your tweet and how you think you'd genuinely react.

"So I'm guessing you'd be like down to collab with them at some point!" he asks.

"Yeah of course, I know these things take time to plan so obviously you know with both our busy schedules it probably wouldn't be anytime soon, but you never know!" you grin and after a few more questions before the podcast ends.

It was around a week later, you were in your home gym getting some weight training in when a message dings up. You stop the current exercise your doing to check it.

It was an instagram DM from the Sam and Colby official account. You click on the notification to go onto the chat to look at what they'd messaged you.

Of course you immedielty replied. You exchanged numbers with both the boy's before Colby made a group chat asking when you were free.

It was harder to find times than you expected, the next time you all would be free was during your winter break from racing. Which was risky to confirm anything, especially to their fans as anything could happen to you in that time.

You agreed on a date and time to tell your fans.

The next step was you inviting them to a race weekend, you wanted to meet them but obviously didn't have much time between races. So you invited them to your home race at Silverstone in the United Kingdom.

They decided to make it a whole thing, where they explored some haunted places across England after coming to see you at your race.

You decided to meet them at the airport first and you couldn't hold in your nerves to meet them, you never had the best people skills which is probably why you went into the career path that you did.

You waited for them in the arrivals area, it wasn't too busy due to the time of the day, just a few business men in suits. You looked around for a board to see when their plane had landed, but could find one.

"Y/N?" you hear from behind you.

A/N: I don't know what the fandom's like on here, but I just like writing about cool situations that help with writers block for writing my book! If you follow me for F1 and General Motorsports this is me branching out my writing into another hyper fixation of mine that’s been around for a while!

[demigod-of-the-agni]

#LongPost: A Few Hyper-Specific Things About India for India-Based Stories and Art

No this isn't a cry for more Indian-rep in Spider-Verse stories. (It is.)

Anyway. I recently went to India, and after returning to my hometown in Tamil Nadu, I reintegrated a whole slew of memories and collated new facts.. And considering I've been wanting to do one of these for quite some time (and because I need a new variety of Pavitr Prabhakar content), I thought it'd be cool if I shared some of my experiences and ideas with you.

It's best to take this with caution, though: the only places I've been to are Tiruchirappalli, Madurai, and a few towns located close to the Eastern Ghats, so my knowledge is heavily South India-based. I know for a fact that there are various similarities and differences between other geo-cultural areas of India, which is I why I've linked the other cool India Resources here as well.

In Which I Ramble About Pavitr's Character Design and the Indian Cultural Stuff Related to It by @chaos-and-sparkles (+ my addition + @neptune432's addition)

A culture post for the girlie pops (and non-girlie pops) looking to write Pavitr Prabhakar accurately by @summer-blues-stuff (+ my addition + @fandomsfeminismandme addition)

Also a timely reminder of @writingwithcolor's wonderful resources on writing about South Asian characters respectfully and sincerely

Now, for the things I've noticed in South India..

ANIMALS

There are a lot of street dogs. Like... a lot of them. And honestly it's so hard not to go up to one and give them a snack or two. The most notable dog breed is the Indian pariah and they can be found all over India. Mixed dog breeds are also common and results in a variety of features like differences in build and coat colours.

There are also other types of animals are pretty common to see alongside the roads.

Cattle are seen a lot (cows and bulls are easy to distinguish; cows (left) have udders and a small hump on their back, while bulls (right) are generally stockier and have a super-defined hump on their back). I'm pretty sure the specific cow breed is the sahiwal cow. They are either herded into paddocks for grazing or can be found wandering city streets on their own.

Goats are often herded by farmers into large masses of wool and horns and are guided to paddocks to graze. Sometimes, like cattle, they'll be found wandering city streets on their own.

Chickens are usually kept close to stalls and homes. These chickens are not plump and fluffy like most Western chickens, but are quite skinny. Mottled feather colours are usually a result of mixed chicken breeds. In Tamil Nadu, the most common chicken breed is the asil chicken.

Various birds are often seen flying around traffic if they’re not disappearing into the sky, the most common being crows, pigeons and mynahs. (The chart below on the right is not an inexhaustive list of birds; you best search them up yourself.)

TRANSPORT

There is obviously a huge amount of trucks and lorries and buses. They all have beautiful designs or crazy LEDs or large detailed fluorescent / iridescent stickers that are impossible to ignore, whether it be at high noon or midnight.

Expanding on that, the most common method of transport are motorcyclse or scooties, cars, and autos.

Also, as expected: traffic is insane. It’s horrible. It’s exhilarating. Western honking is akin to swearing, but here? Honk whenever you want. Honk if you’re happy or if you’re sad. You get a million dollars if you honk. You need to honk. It’s more important than breathing

Similarly, road rules don’t exist. Well, they do, and the Indian government does everything it can to make sure people do follow the rules, but based on the aforementioned honking, most people don't. Everyone just drives. Most bikers and motorcyclists don’t wear helmets. Only a few people wear seatbelts. Cars and motorcycles drive on the wrong side of the road and right into oncoming traffic. The chance of someone dying is 99% but it’s countered by desi stubbornness.

ENVIRONMENT & INFRASTRUCTURE

Houses and buildings are painted different colours!!! Pastel pinks and purples and deep teal hues, either plain colours or decorated with elaborate murals. This also applies to interiors. I reckon it was surprising to a lot of people when they were confronted with Mumbattan's vibrant colours, but honestly: coloured buildings slap, and it's based on the real thing. They are a sight to behold. Couple that with the architecture and oh boy- you've got such a beautiful environment.

From @jettpack's concept art for Mumbattan buildings

jettpack's concept art of the Mumbattan collider

From @chenfelicia's concept and colour keys of Mumbattan

Don't be shy to really immerse in crazy descriptors - that's how you capture the liveliness of cities like Madurai and Mumbai and ultimately, their physical manifestations like Mumbattan.

Funny enough, movie posters and political banners and flyers are EVERYWHERE. They’re huge and take up entire billboards, or congregate along walls so it becomes practically a collage. It's impossible to ignore the image of "Makkal Selvan" Vijay Sethupathi about to beat some poor loser into a pulp with a stick, or the political parties roasting each other on paper with impressive photoshopped graphics.

To tie in to the point about transport: there are hundreds of coffee stalls and snack shops and one-of-a-kind food stands. You can’t go 200 metres without running into one, either on the highway or in the city. I remember having jaggery coffee on my first night in India, and guys- it tasted so fucking good. I only wish I can transfer the taste to you. Absolutely splendid.

The climate in India is generally very humid and warm, but that doesn't mean we don't get cooler days; it is obviously cooler on winter nights. Also I've heard from many conflicting sources on India's seasonal weather (probably due to India's geograpghy), so you will have to talk to someone who is from India to really confirm. I've somewhat boiled it down to five seasons:

Summer - May-Jun; very hot (35-45ºC/95-113ºF), characterised by shrinking water bodies and droughts if there aren't any rainfalls; this time is good for plant growth/harvest if you've successfully managed water supplies

Monsoon - Jul-Aug; (34ºC/93ºF) very variable in terms of timing, characterised by torrential rains and floodings; the raining itself probably lodges somewhere in Jun-Sept but the aftereffects are felt long after the rains have stopped

Autumn - Sept-Nov; cooler but humid (25-35ºC/77-95ºF), and generally much drier since it transitions from autumn to winter

Winter - Dec-Feb; much colder, but the extent is dependent on geographic regions (20-25ºC/68-77ºF)

Spring - Mar-Apr; humid (33ºC/91ºF), sudden downpours, only occasionally do you get pleasant weather in this time

PEOPLE AND CULTURE

For some reason, there are still loud speakers blaring out music across the roads and as far as a few city blocks. I honestly thought that that had died out by the time my parents had graduated university, but it still seems like people like hearing music played at 120 decibels.

This is a complicated issue but people are not piss poor. Yes, India is a developing country, and yes there are slums and there are homeless and there are those who are stuck in a horrific sociocultural cycle, but people are rapidly getting into high-paying jobs at much higher rates than before. Overall, India is getting better; do us a favour and not have us be represented by the same poor struggle-riddled Indian stories that Hollywood and Western media is are fond of portraying.

@neptune432: One thing I think it's important to acknowledge though is how your experience in India changes depending on your caste. I feel like most of the indian voices talking online are savarna (I'm not an exception) so this doesn't get brought up as much. It's a complicated issue and one that I don't think non-indians (or savarna indians) should worry about tackling in their work, but it's worth saying because what's assumed to be everyday aspects of indian culture are actually specific to things like caste, class, and what region you're in. ex: in kerala, there are also examples of people eating on banana leaf with lots of vegan food for special occasions (namely during onam). but veganism is heavily tied to brahmanism so most of these people will be savarna. even if they eat meat otherwise, the specific interest in eating vegan for special occassions has clear implications. Though many people of different castes eat meat, it's a practice that gets discriminated against, being treated as barbaric and unclean. this is because of brahmanism and is usually only strictly followed by brahmins. dalits/bahujan usually face the worse treatment for their eating traditions. there's also the fact that hinduism is more of a recent term and a broad umbrella where many different gods and cultures have been put under (and usually done forcefully). a lot of local dieties and specific cultural practices come from outside the vedic traditions of aryans (upper caste north india), but now are treated almost as one thing. ex: kali is a south indian (dravidian) goddess who's still heavily worshipped there and who later got adapted to brahminical traditions. that's also why south indian practices of worship are different from the north and are discriminated against ex: north indians getting angry at the idea of worshipping kali by drinking alcohol and smoking even though it's an older tradition than theirs. these traditions are often connected to dalit/tribal cultures as well, which adds to why these traditions are attacked. Now, I don't feel comfortable with non-indians writing about india in general but I feel it's important to mention these things cos most people don't even realize they're only getting shown certain perspectives. How many people don't even know they're a north/south divide, for example? People are fed narrow viewpoints on India and assume that's everything to know. it's a problem cos that's what the brahminical forces in india want. This is all very general info too and I'm no expert so it's worth more research (like reading what dalits have said on their experiences). I'm not trying to criticize you btw, I just wanted to add some things cos this has been on my mind for a long time now. Couldn't have said it better myself, neptune!! (I barely mentioned it at all lmao) The caste system despite it being "abolished" still defines many traditions within India, and almost always in harmful ways. Like @summer-blues-stuff and I have mentioned in their post A culture post for the girlie pops under the Religion and caste section, it's best to leave the caste and social hierarchy alone even if you've done your research. That doesn't mean you shouldn't talk about it, it's just that people, especially those of non-South Asian decent, have to be extremely careful about it. Introductory resources on the caste system can be found on ABC, Pew Research and The Conversation.

Furthermore, the automatic assumption is that people living in shacks or remote villages have no access to greater populations and resources, which I'm happy to completely disprove. Guys: majority of the people living in my village, a rather remote village, have phones on them. Ranges from iPhones to Androids to good ol' Nokias.

(And, side note: as an Indian, I get amazingly pissed off when people's ringtones are set to maximum volume and play the same famous part of a famous song every time they get a call. Like shut the fuck up. At least quieten down? Please??)

(Also this might be a South Indian thing but Man some people are so entitled. Dudes you do not need to rub your ego into my face. Dudes you can, you know, keep all the cool things you think will get other people jealous out of the public eye. At this point I'm not jealous of what you Have, I'm pissed off at the Audacity To Think You Can Make Me Feel Bad About Myself With The Things That You Have).

Alright. Moving on.

Tiny temples and shrines are everywhere, dedicated to broad-Hinduism deities like Ganesh, Shakthi, or Vishnu; other times, they are shrines built for local deities that protect a particular village. For example, my village dedicated a little plot of water-logged land to a benevolent spirit called Subbamma, where people would leave offerings or place their sick/injured animals at the water's edge so that Subbamma could heal them. These tiny temples are almost always super colourful and amazingly detailed despite their small size

It could be a whole month before a celebration like Diwali but it’s the perfect time to set off hundreds of fireworks and firecrackers. People are just inconsiderate in many ways, it seems.

Some women wear strings of jasmine flowers in their hair. This might be completely regional-based, but most if not all women, ranging from little kids to old ladies, will wear these strings of jasmine in their hair. It's supposed to represent good fortune and beauty, and it smells wonderful.

@esrev-redips: #i usually only visit the north side of india (went to banglore and or chennai once) but im pretty sure most women in mumbai wouldnt wear #flowers in their hair unless they were of an older generation #they dont in new delhi at least and i t h i n k you can compare them but im not sure since i dont live in india either Thank you esrev!!!!! glad to see an old hunch be confirmed!!!

Normally you can wear any type of jasmine, but the common subtypes in Tamil Nadu are ஜாதிமல்லி (jathimalli; "Spanish jasmine"; left) and மல்லிப்பூ (mallipoo; right).

Eating food from a plate made from a banana leaf is more than just an aesthetic, and is often reserved for certain occasions; other times we eat from metal or ceramic plates. I can't vouch for other areas of India but I've been told the reason why banana leaves are predominantly used for large gatherings is because they can signal to diners if the food is rotten or has been poisoned; supposedly the leaf itself starts rotting and releases liquid, but I personally have never seen this happen. But of course, there are also other reasons as to why banana leaves are used (all of which are valid) ranging from being an eco-friendly disposable plate, offloading nutrients into food, or even to make the food taste better. Pick whichever reason you like.

I'm literally so hungry looking at this. (Realises this is a Pavitr thing to say.) Anyway.

FOOD RECS!!!!!!

Reblog with your favourite foods >:) The list will be routinely updated...

JAGGERY COFFEE (from me) - GOOD FUCKING STUFF. ACTUALLY. if you see it.. GET IT IMMEDIATELY

PANI PURI (from @esrev-redips) - #also you forgot to mention the PANI PURI STANDS AHHHHHH YUMYUMYUM | RRRR YOU'RE SO RIGHT. PANI PURI FOR LIFE ACTUALLY.

JASUBEN PIZZA (from @the-witch-forever-lives) - okay this is specific to Ahmedabad | okay but as specific as it may be that sounds and looks delicious??? hello??????

DABELI (from @the-witch-forever-lives) - this too???? also it LOOKS wonderful i need it right now actually

VADA PAV (from @the-witch-forever-lives) - Also Vada pav from Mumbai is so one of a kind | you are absolutely correct. vada pav is truly something magnificent

I think that's about all I can give you right now. This took me a while to type out. Feel free to ask any questions, or if you have anything you would like to add on, like anything I might have glossed over or your favourite desi foods, please do!!! I'll be sure to reblog your addition and update the original post.

The point is that this post can become one of those few other reference posts that artists and writers and other creatives can use if they ever want to make anything related to India, because it's genuinely so cool to see your culture represented so well in popular modern media.

(And in fanfic and fandom. Especially in fanfic and fandom. you have no idea how many times I've gone insane reading a Pavitr-centric fic or reading comments on Pavitr-related posts and it's just outdated ideas and harmful stereotypes and all sorts of sick bullshit, and it's always to the point where I physically have to go outside and bite into a fresh rhizome in order to ground myself. Like damn, people, you need to know things before you start creating)

So uh, I hope this was helpful if not interesting! Happy early Diwali everyone! Knowledge-over-ignorance and all that; hopefully this post does that notion justice!

[luna0713hunter]

Can you write more prompts for Zoro pleaseee? Thank you:))

Author's note : haha!!!i was actually gonna write a new fic for zoro when i saw your request!!!as always,ask and you shall receive!

College love

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : new semester,new classes,new classmates and a new love

Warnings : none,College au (my favorite trope),studying and late night talks, gender neutral ,maybe more parts?,not me in the middle of exam season and dying from overworking myself

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College sucks.

Everyone tells you college is great;its a place full of new experiences,a new life. Having coffee with friends after lectures and studying together,or simply doodling in your notebook as the professors talk about gods know what.

But as you sip your third cup of coffee that night and rub your eyes while yawning,you glance down at the remaining pages you have to go through before your exam in two days,before you groan and bang your head to the table.

Its exam season,and you're currently sitting in the library at 3:04 am.

College sucks so bad.

You know you have tomorrow to study as well,but between working part time job at a near the campus cafe, and going to lectures,you barely had any time to study.

You stared at your empty cup of coffee and sighed before standing up;then you guess its time to get a refill

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"wow,you look like shit."

You dont raise your head from the desk as you groan at your friend.

"hello to you too,Nami."

Nami drops his bag next to you with a 'Thump' and settles down. You feel her hand rub up and down your back (almost awkwardly) and through your misery you manage to crack a smile;being comforting is like a physical torture for your ginger friend.

"did you pull another all nighter?"

Slowly,your head turns in her directly and you narrow your eyes.

"not everyone can be both gorgeous and smart effortlessly like you,Nami. Us, lowly humans,have to choose one." You ignore her eye roll and continue, "and i choose the one that can get me a good job in the future."

"looks can be pretty useful too,honey."

"I'm going to choke you."

"be my guest."

You're too busy to bicker that you dont even notice the door of the class opening and a new person stepping inside. Just as Nami's about to wrap her arm your neck and choke you instead, that's when your eyes land on the new person in the class.

And your breath stops all together.

The first thing that catches your eyes is his green hair. The man is tall,and a mess of green hair making his brown eyes stand out more. There are three golden piercings on his left ear. His black leather jacket looks expensive,and you dont need to see the key to guess that he's probably owns a motorcycle..

"y/n!" You realize you've been staring shamelessly at the man and suddenly whip your head in Nami's direction.

"Nami!" You grip her shoulders and shake her violently, "who's that?!why havent i seen him around?do you know him??is he single???!!"

Nami shoulders off your hands and looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"He's Zoro Roronoa. Our classmate. You haven't seen him cause he almost never shows up at lectures. What the hell is wrong with you exactly?"

"what's wrong with me is that the man is drop dead gorgeous," you frown at her, "and geez girl. How do you know so much about him?"

"cause he's my "kinda friend". We go out drinking together sometimes."

"WHAT?!"

Your shriek is so loud,that when you turn around, you see mr.gorgeous is eyeing you with annoyance.

Great. Your new crush thinks you're crazy.

You duck your head as your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Nami rubs your back sympathetically and you groan tiredly.

"want me to introduce you to him?"

"hell no," you whine and rest your cheek against your desk; letting the surface cooling down your heated skin, "he obviously hates my guts now."

"to be fair,Zoro hates everybody's guts."

"its just a crush Nami," you flash her a smile, "it'll go away eventually."

Unfortunately,it in fact,doesnt go away eventually.

After your embarrassing moment in the classroom,you seem to run into Zoro awfully alot; Whether it be getting a coffee from the near campus cafe,or working your shift there,you seem to always see him.

Zoro liked his coffee black,that was no surprise. The first time that you surved him the black hell,he hadnt even batted an eye at your shakey hands or your stutter.

And you were certain that he had forgotten all about you.

Among the finals creeping close and closer,and with you drowning yourself under your books until morning before going back to your lectures or job,you had completely forgotten all about him.

So when you drop your head on your text book at almost 4 am and try hard not to burst into tears or having a mental breakdown in the almost empty library,you almost scream when a warm can of coffee touches your cheek.

Your head snaps up,and your mouth parts into a small scream that soon gets an ugly glare from the librarian. You shoot her an apologizing look,before turning your head back to the person in front of you.

Zoro freaking Roronoa,holds the coffee in his hand and gives you an unimpressed annoyed look.

"why are you always so loud?"

You dont answer;your mouth hangs open from the shock,and you blink a few times to make sure you're not hallucinating.

"what," you clear your throat, "i,uh, excuse me?"

Zoro rolls his eyes and sits down in front of you while dropping his own backpack on the table. He then slides the drink in front of you and while folding his arms across his chest,he eyes you for a second before looking away.

"you look like a mess. Figured you needed some coffee," he gives you a displeased look from the corner of his eyes, "or some sleep."

Your hands wrap themselves around the warm can;and a small laugh escapes your dry lips.

"you think i can sleep with all these books?i can barely manage between lectures and my part time job with only two hours of sleep as it is!" And for some reason,your stupid brain decides that its a great idea to cry in front of your crush;as if you haven't embarrassed yourself before. So your lower lip starts to wobble,and you let out a small sniffle.

There's a moment of silence;where neither of you say a word. With you starting to finally breakdown,and Zoro just glaring at the textbooks like they had personally offended him. Finally,after a while,you hear him sigh and look up at him with your blurry vision.

"... I'll help you."

"what?"

Another sigh.

"i said, I'll help you study. Im familiar with this stuff,so it'll be nothing."

You let out a loud gasp and stand up from your sit .

"Seriously?!wont you need that time to study?!"

"helping you makes me remember these stuff. It'll be alright."

And when you hold his hands in his,you grin so widely that you feel your cheeks hurting. You shake his hands and laugh lightly.

"thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!"

"yea yeah." He shakes off your hands and stands up,and amongst your joy,you manage to catch a small smile on his lips. Zoro flings his backpack on his shoulder and walks away. He gives you one last look and says "go home and rest for now. See you tomorrow."

And suddenly,the world doesnt seem so bad. College doesn't suck,and your crush, apparently,doesnt hate your guts after all.

[onekindredspirit]

This photo is the last remaining evidence that I once stood before the mystic portal of the O.K. Corral. Everything else except memory has been taken with time, and so I deposit this remnant here in salt and light and code. The O.K. Corral was a crumbling, condemned 5 bedroom Victorian villa that featured in my life when I was young. I rented it with a friend for, initially, $40 per week. That price was later negotiated down to 'rent free'. Mr. Fox, our landlord, was seen only once more, and on that occasion he tried to sell the place to us for $10,000. The current market value is around $1.5 million ... but money isn't everything. The O.K. Corral was a 'Dude Ranch' and the definition of that is "... an all-inclusive immersive vacation that includes lodgings, meals, horseback riding, fishing and hiking and more." Okay, there was no horseback riding, fishing or hiking but there were other things going on ... and more. Interestingly, the word 'dude' has changed meaning over the last 140 years. Today 'dude' means something like 'bro' but back in the 1880's, when 'Dude Ranches' first began, it was slang for an urbanite. As I write, things continue to fall into place.

I had known my friend since I was 6 years old. I don't think I liked him much back then. He was an extrovert and pushy when getting the painting resources at school. I didn't sit with him anyway because I was a 'foreigner' and I had to sit next to the only other foreigner in the class, Elizabeth Federinko, a Ukrainian girl who couldn't speak English and drew horses all day. I think it was the horse drawing that eventually drove me crazy or maybe it was something else ... possibly bad blood. Anyway, I'll call my friend 'Bukowski'. By the time we were 20 years old I quite liked the guy. Sure there were other arenas of male competition but I found myself better equipped to deal with those. The cool thing about pushy people is that they make thing happen and 'Bukowski' was no exception. For example, he could cook. We had a litany of weirdos and 'freaks' pass through the O.K. Corral. A note to the sensitive - to be called a freak back then was the highest form of compliment in our subculture. It was all a little crazy and you would be disappointed in me if I told you about life at the O.K. Corral, so I won't. Let's talk about something else. One day 'Bukowski' decided to move to another region of New Zealand, some place warmer that would better suit a boho gentleman with alcohol thinned blood. I have rarely lived alone but for a week I did until one morning I was woken at 1am by someone sitting on the end of my bed and talking to me. I wasn't clear as to what she was saying but I wasn't at all concerned as this was probably 'normal' when you don't lock your doors. Realising I was now awake she turned on the light.

I didn't know her but I knew who she was. I'd seen her riding around the city on a Norton Commando motorcycle which had impressed me because of her small size and once she had smiled at me as we passed each other on a city street. I remember that smile, it was powerful enough to stop and turn me around. It was a beautiful smile. The following morning she returned with her possessions and we shared my bed. I feel I had been looking for this person most of my life but when you dream someone into your life there's a danger that the results may be "... reductive and diminutive and I think basically misogynistic ..." as the writer Zoe Kazan once said in an interview when discussing the 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl' trope. Clementine, in the movie 'The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' warns Joel - "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours". One thing though, I was never quite sure if she was my projection or if I was, in fact, the projection of her own desires. But I'm comfortable with that. We lived together. She taught me a lot. I gave her love in return. 'Clementine' eventually moved to Australia, a place better suited to her large personality. Years later I was sitting having an espresso at Fidel's Cafe on Cuba Street when 'Clementine' walked past the large plate-glass window. I had only a glimpse of her face but from that brief moment I sensed that she was not happy and that her health was not good. I didn't get up and rush out to catch up with her. I didn't run after her seeking some meaningful reunion. I let her go and watched as she disappeared into the crowd. Sometime in the not too distant past I had discovered that the person I had been looking for all through my youth and into later life was myself. I let 'Clementine' go. But the night I wrote this I dreamed of 'Clementine' and it was a beautiful dream.

- One Kindred Spirit

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Some random modern HotD headcanons :)

Hey y’all! So I kept thinking of some funny, and very specific headcanons for the HotD characters, so I decided to just make it a whole post. This will actually be my first “legit” post on here, lol! Anyways, this will include some headcanons about Aemond, Aegon II, Luke, Jace, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Helaena, etc. But hope y’all enjoy lol! :)

Ok, I am convinced that Aemond has a secret stash of tea hidden somewhere. He's even put them all in a very nice ornate, antique box. It's his guilty pleasure. He probably would have some Earl Gray, English Breakfast, maybe even some lavender mint for the evenings. He'd keep it secret because all the teas he's gotten are way too expensive, and special.

Luke is an avid Minecraft gamer. Like he's basically built Dragonstone, and the Red Keep in his server. He'll play sometimes with Jace, or maybe even Aegon. But he doesn't let them into that world. Aegon would probably blow it all up with TnT.

Speaking of gaming, I think some people are on the same page that Aegon would be some kind of gamer. He'd be up to date on all the new systems and gadgets. He'd be one of the firsts to have the PS5 when it came out. He probably plays a lot of Call of Duty. Maybe even some Valorant when he doesn't wanna fire up the PS. He'd definitely be cursing and yelling at the game, to the point where Alicent threatens to take it away.

While Rhaenyra watches her shows, House Wives, Rupaul's Drag Race, etc. Daemon pretends to be not interested, but really he's super invested. He'd be leaning against the couch, or the wall totally sucked in. And when Rhaenyra tells him to just sit down and watch with her, he's all like, "no no I don't even like this show". But then he'd say things like, "Well maybe if her gown was better made she wouldn't have been eliminated last episode".

Aegon gives me frat boy energy. And I know I'm not the first to say that lol. You already know he's planning all the parties, and picking the themes. I like to think he'd be very invested into picking the themes. They would be things like, dragon night, wear your fave dragon scale colors. Or something like, Dragonstone beach night, wear your swim suits and flip flops.

Alicent likes to knit. Or maybe crochet? It's her stress reliever activity after dealing with Aegon, and the rest of the boys. Helaena is always giving her new patterns or designs to try.

I think Alicent also likes to take the occasional Buzzfeed quiz. "If you were a cake flavor, here's what you'd be based on your star sign".

Helaena runs a very successful tik tok account. She'd post her outfits, and maybe some art or cool bugs she's found.

Aegon listens to a lot of Megan Thee Stallion and Kim Petras. He's blasting Kim Petras' Treat me like a Slut at least 5 times a day. He gets ready to it in the morning.

Aemond will get down to some Amy Winehouse.

Jace works at the local animal shelter as his summer job. He only got the job cause Rhaenyra said he needed to get out of the house. Plus Helaena also works there, so she helped him get hired.

Aemond would be a great bartender. Not with like actually interacting with customers, but he can make some great drinks. Like he's over here coming up with all these crazy cocktails. Although, like his tea obsession he keeps this on the low. He doesn't want Aegon asking him to make drinks all the time. Gods forbid he asks Aemond to bartend at one of the frat parties.

Helaena was a Monster High girl growing up.

Aemond has a motorcycle. It was his one rebellious purchase. Alicent hates it.

Luke can kick Aegon's ass in any game, video or otherwise. You name it, Call of Duty, UNO, Valorent, Go fish...

Rhaenyra has a bit of a sweet tooth, but she has to hide her candy stash, cause the boys will steal it in a heartbeat. Who would have thought Daemon would love lemon drops so much.

I really could go on forever, these are just too fun to write. But I'll leave it here for now lol.

[lu-vin-it]

Hii !! I’ve kinda seen your Daryl Dixon loveposts, so I was wondering you could write a pre-apocalyptic fic with him? Maybe reader and Daryl are having a cooking date? I hc him as an amazing reader 🤭.

Cookies And Quarrels

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Summary: Reader and Daryl make cookies. Daryl doesn’t like cookies.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Pronouns Used: None Mentioned

Word Count: 581

Warnings: Not proofread

A/N: I was really heavy on the Southern shit in this cause I feel like a lot of authors tend to forget he's southern lol. Mans a whole redneck... and I grew up with rednecks (I'm from a tiny town in NC) so I'm hoping I did it more justice!

You bite your lip as you pull the bag of sugar out of the cupboard. You checked the list of ingredients for the chocolate cookies you were making and made sure you had everything for the second time. Your boyfriend, Daryl, was already getting the baking soda from the Food Lion down the street. You didn’t really want to have to call him and ask him to buy anything else.

After you were sure you had everything you sat down on the couch and waited impatiently for him to get back. You flicked through channels on the TV and ended up on the news.

It was maybe thirty minutes later that you finally heard Daryl’s motorcycle pull up. You could faintly hear “Hard To Handle” by The Black Crowes playing. You smiled and jumped up to meet him at the porch. 

“Did you get the baking soda?” You ask, rocking back on your heels when you make it outside. Daryl nods, he walks up the stairs and kisses you. 

“They didn’t have any at Food Lion, I had to go to the Dollar General, but it’s all the same, right?” You nod. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry you had to go to two different stores.” You frown, taking the bag from him and grabbing his hand to pull him inside. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I ain’t complainin’ or nothin’.” He smiles at you.

“Okay well, I have everything else ready so let’s teach you how to make some cookies!” You take the baking soda out of the yellow plastic bag and then throw the bag away. “Can you get one big bowl and one small bowl?” He nods. You walk to the cook book and read the directions. Daryl sets the bowls down besides you. 

“Thanks babe.” You glance at him, offering a grin. “Okay so we need to preheat the oven to 375.” 

By the time you have the cookies in the oven, the counters, you, and Daryl, are all messes. You start washing the dishes while he wipes off the counters. When you’re all done cleaning, the cookies are too. 

“They smell good.” Daryl murmurs, taking the pans out of the oven. 

“Yes they do. Lord, how am I supposed to wait till they cool?” You rub your stomach as you realize just how hungry you are. “Oh lemme get a plate so I can wash the pans.” 

You, in fact, did not wait till the cookies were cooled down to take one into a paper towel. 

“You’re crazy.” Your boyfriend says, rolling his eyes as he watches you struggle to eat the fresh cookie.

“Only for you. And these cookies. God they’re good.” You moan. “Wanna taste?”

“No. I don’t like cookies.” You snap to look at him. 

“Huh?” He shrugs. “Daryl if you don’t like cookies then how come you said we could bake some?” 

“‘Cause you like them.” You scoff. 

“Yeah but we could’ve made somethin’ you like! Like.. uh.. Cupcakes! You like cupcakes right?” 

“Not really. I don’t like sweets.” You gape at him. 

“What.” He once again shrugs. “Daryl! You should have said somethin’!” 

“It ain’t a big deal, if I wanted somethin’ I’d tell you darlin’, I swear.” You shake your head. 

“Do you like sour stuff?” He nods. “Next time you come over we’ll make some sour gummies!” He blushes a bit and smiles. 

“We really don’t have to.” You glare at him.

“Yes, we do. Now hand me the remote.” He does so.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ☻︎ꨄ

[daphnebowen]

percy jackson episode five thoughts

I skipped a couple episodes where I wrote down my thoughts, but I'm about to rewatch and write don't worry! warning: lots of screaming, fangirling, heart attacks, and nonsense below :))

also these are all just copied straight from the notebook I use when I'm writing down my thoughts and I barely proofread them :)

Annabeths trust in Percy being alive is literally just like her belief that Luke is alive later on and even though it's kinda sorta different (or at least people are gonna treat it that way) I'm all here for it

WHY WERE THE FATES SO CREEPY HELLO

AAAAAHHHH THE PERCABETH HUGGGG I IGNORED SO MANY SPOILERS AND IM SO GLAD 2 minutes in and I'm already fangirling so hard haha

is Grover blushing at them??

"surprise" omg Walker 😭🥹

the droplet of water clinging to walkers chin is so distracting

"I'm the last person to realize this aren't I?" It's okay Percy

his eyes are SO FREAKING BLUE it's giving zac efron from hsm2

"it doesn't have to be a thing, yk. That you hugged me." OHKAY HES NOT ENTIRE CLULESS THIS IS FAN SERVICE RIGHT HERE WE KNOW THAT IT MOST ABSOLUTELY WILL BE A THING LMAO and annabeths "oh boy" and Grover's clear exasperation HAHAH

where the heck did the motorcycle go lol we know it's ares but like it doesn't take that long to drive

"we're all gonna die... eventually" wise words Percy wise words

ugh the fact that it's Luke's string 💔

Ares ‼️‼️‼️

Ok but why is ares literally EXACTLY how I thought he would be?!?!

"that's my cousin? what kind of family is this?" A dysfunctional one for sure, sorry Percy you're in for a rough ride

ares starting a fight on twitter is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY and yet so in character lmao

"I'm gonna kill him" same Percy SAME I will gladly help you - although all things considered I am glad they decided to keep delinquent percy in the show

they keep bringing up the "push someone down a flight of stairs" thing! There's no way this is just a coincidence anymore, what with chalice of the gods and earlier on with Annabeth and like... they're obviously doing it on purpose. is that gonna be the shows new thing?? trusting someone enough so that if they can push you down the stairs they're the one? idk man, love the metaphor tho

PLS LET THERE BE THE ZOO TRUCK SCENE OH MY PLS

leah's eyebrow quirk is 💋

WATERLAND IS PERFECT OMG

walker portrayed Percy's anxiety and nervousness and scaredness (is that a word?) perfectly

Can't tell if Grover is actually a history buff or playing Ares so he will talk but that scene was actually cool, I like the change they made to have Grover stay behind (this was what I wrote originally, but now after seeing peoples interpretations and opinions and things I know he was playing ares and I think it's BRILLIANT how smartly he played the god of war. Good for you buddy!)

"I didn't say anything" "I can feel you thinking it" OHKAY THEN

thrill ride of love = flawless. No words. I am speechless.

"I hate kids" relatable

ARES IS ACTUALLY BEING SMART AND MAKING SENSE FOR ONCE not to mention he's so funny and so relatable!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN AND I LOVED IT never mind the actual SCREAM i let out lmao

is Annabeth about to cry?!?!

yeah she's definitely about to cry

why am I so scared. This cannot be happening. What?? What??? he's the main character. main characters don't die. well except for Magnus chase BUT THOSE ARE DIFFERENT GODS AND DIFFERENT RULES NO WALKER

why am I actually so scared about this chair thing omg

(I would just like to say that I was so speechless and in shock throughout the whole chair thing, so I didn't write down a single quote but I loved them all I just was in too much shock to pause the show lol)

um.

WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED.

WHY IS MY BABY GOLD

WHY IS MY CHILD GOLDDDD

I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW THIS DEFINITELY DIDNT HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS MY BRAIN IS TOO SLOW FOR THIS 😭😭😭

oh my gosh ITS HEPHEASTUS

dude the way that door suddenly opened scared the crap out of me

leah is absolutely shining as Annabeth, her monologue was so profound and heartfelt, love that addition 💗

THAT CLIFFHANGER GOES CRAZYYYY

okay of course those of us who read the books know who really stole the lightning bolt and stuff but the clueless fools just watching the show are gonna be like OMG WHO WHO and even if they piece it together technically they'll only be half right. and their confusion and confidence in what they think they know is going to be SO entertaining in the coming weeks hehehehe and even throughout the whole series if we continue to get green lights for the series

but yes that episode was utter perfection! Now for the teaser...

WHO DID PERCY JUST TACKLE EXCUSE ME

duuuuude. The lotus casino is MASSIVE and actually super pretty I cannot wait for the episode tomorrow!

WHY IS PERCY DRIVING OMG THIS IS NOT LEGAL although tell me why he is literally better at driving than I am HAHAHAHAHAH

ugh and that is it! Those are all my random thoughts from the episode! thanks for reading :))

[6lostgirl6]

Hey can you do one where the reader(Fem) and Marko are together and they are super ride or die and also really cute together. Like crazy in love.

Thank you 🖤🖤

It's Me and You Pt. 1

Marko x Fem!Reader

TW: None

It has been a few months since you’ve started dating Marko and things have been utterly perfect. If you were told a few months back that you would be dating the gremlin that practically tried to fight, and successfully, almost everyone on the boardwalk, you would have laughed in their face and denied the likeliness of that ever happening. You were enthusiastic to agree that you were completely wrong. 

You were leaning against the fence that surrounded your property when you heard the distinct sound of a rumbling engine in the distance heading towards you. You smiled to yourself, adjusting yourself  into a straighter position as the blinding white of the headlight illuminated your driveway. The face of your grinning boyfriend finally appeared as he turned off his motorcycle. 

“Hey, stranger.” You greeted playfully, heading over to him with your hands in the pockets of your jacket due to the cool weather.

“Hey, my dove.” Marko replied, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close, resting his head on your chest while you wrapped your own around his shoulders.. The blonde curls decorating his head tickled your nose slightly, however you ignored the feeling to pursue the affection you were receiving. “I missed you so much.” 

You chuckled, slightly tightening your grip around his shoulders. “I saw you last night, babe.” You tried to reason, pulling away slightly to playfully tug on one of his curls while staring into his eyes.

“You know me babe, I crave your attention.” 

He glanced towards your jacket and smiled, “I love your jacket babe, I wonder who made that for you?” He asked, glancing towards you as he lightly tugged on the bottom part of your source of warmth. 

“Some blonde cutie with artistic talent and fashionable taste made this for me!” You replied enthusiastically, returning the affectionate teasing. 

A few weeks back, Marko presented you with a similar jacket that matched his own, a few patches from his stitched onto the fabric, effectively claiming you as his own. He left some sections for you to add your own patches and decorations for your jacket, helping you whenever you needed assistance. You were officially known as the ultimate matching couple whenever you would visit the boardwalk. Paul sometimes teases you both but you have learned to ignore it.

“Hop on baby, the night can only last for some time.” Marko said, pulling away and gripping the handlebars. He turned slightly to help you climb onto the back of his motorcycle. 

“Are we meeting up with the others down at the boardwalk?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him as he started the motorcycle. The engine was slightly loud but your ears finally adapted after more than a few rides.

“Nah, babe.” He replied, throwing a smirk over his shoulder towards you, “It’s me and you tonight, we’re gonna go on a little date.” 

You smiled and nodded, resting your head against his back as you both rode down the road towards town. It has been a short while since you’ve been on a date with Marko without the others being around you constantly. While you loved them, it was a nice change.

____

“I had so much fun!” You exclaimed, squeezing Marko’s hand that was in your own as you both walked down the beach. The uneven ground made you slip a couple times, but Marko managed to make sure you wouldn’t trip while trying to keep himself from laughing. The golden sand managed to slip into your shoes that you carefully selected to avoid the feeling of the grainy texture, however it was unavoidable.

Even then, tonight has been absolutely amazing.

As a date, you and Marko enjoyed yourselves with a new art gallery that opened up downtown that has all sorts of colorful and unique exhibits. It was entirely successful because Marko was able to find incredible references and ideas for his own drawings and paintings. You were happy just to spend time with him and find some references of your own. For a while, Marko has been helping you develop your artistic skills and you are glad to be spending this moment together, knowing that you both will draw together again sometime in the near future.

Marko noticed a decent sized log and motioned you towards the darkened wood in the distance. “Here babe, we can chill there for a little while.” 

“Sure!” You replied, tugging his hand and walking over to the wooden log and sitting on its surface. You were happy to finally be sitting down after standing and walking for more than a few hours. 

Marko sat next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both stared at the rushing waves crashing against the sand. 

“This is perfect.” Marko muttered, tightening his grip slightly around your shoulders, effectively pulling you closer to him. 

You hummed with a smile refusing to fall from your face, “It really is perfect.” You replied before looking at him, causing Marko to return your gaze. “It’s been perfect ever since I’ve met you.”

For once, Marko felt a little speechless. There was so much he wanted to say, but didn’t know the words that felt right for the way he was feeling towards you. You were right, everything has been perfect since meeting each other and Marko was thrilled that you felt the same. It was bound to happen, given that you were his mate. However, hearing you say that made his vampiric instincts wish to sink his teeth in your delicate skin and claim you officially as his own. Still, he couldn’t without potentially scaring you. 

He hesitated before he pulled away, taking your hand instead and making sure to keep your eyes on his, “My dove, it has been absolute paradise since I’ve met you. I wouldn't have it any other way.” 

Your cheeks grew a little warm at the intensity of his gaze and heated words that shot straight through your heart. “Marko…I feel the exact same way.” 

Marko smiled before glancing away, sighing a little as he stared off into the distance. 

Your smile fell slightly, a little concerned at his sudden silence. “What’s the matter?”

‘I’m a vampire and you’re my mate. You’re my mate and I’m a vampire.’ 

Those words seemed to continuously echo inside his own mind, causing him to feel a little dazed at the intensity of his feelings for you. He was never told how fierce the bond would make you feel after finding your mate. However, the only words he could speak was,

“I love you.” He muttered.

You paused, thinking you haven't heard him correctly, your cheeks growing even warmer to where you thought you were going to faint. 

“What?” You asked. 

“I said I love you.” He replied, turning towards you and taking your other hand, his fingers lacing with your own as he set your hands on his lap, “I’ve been in love with you for a while. I know it’s really soon, believe me, but still. I really do.”

This was the first time that Marko has said that he loved you and you were completely astonished. Even though it has only been a few months, your feelings for him were intense. You have never felt such feelings of this magnitude in any of your other relationships. 

You stared at him for a bit, making him feel a little nervous. He was praying to some unnatural force that he wasn't reading your feelings wrong. David was better at that than he was. However, you completely surprised him. 

“I love you too.” You replied softly, squeezing his hands as your smile returned to your face. 

He chuckled, the nervousness fading away that was soon replaced with euphoria. His mate loved him back and he couldn’t be happier. He just made a step closer with you in your relationship and there were many more that he would need to take to ensure forever with you. 

“Come here.” He said, pulling one of his hands away to cup the side of your face, pulling you close and pressing his lips against your own. You returned the kiss happily, your free hand gripping the cool texture of his jacket. 

This date has been absolutely perfect.

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@ghoulgeousimmaculate @pixielostboy @patient1666074 @britany1997

[danikamariewrites]

Rockstar!Lucien Headcanons

A/n: thank you to @cursebrkr for coming up with this beautiful concept for Lucien. Please go check out their art it’s amazing! These r totally random and all over the place

Warnings: some nsfw concepts so minors dni (18+ please)

Rockstar Lucien is hot and he knows it. He's tall, muscular, and 100% covered in tattoos

He used to be self conscious about his face scar but then he adopted the “chicks dig scars” mentality and never looked back

that long red hair is just beautiful, he blow drys and styles it for sure!!!! He uses the best shampoo/conditioner so it’s always smooth and silky

He plays the guitar and loves whipping his hair around during his solos

His favorite is an electric guitar but will occasionally play acoustic if you ask him

Definitely has nose a piercing (changes from a stud or hoop depending on his mood) and definitely a tongue piercing too. There's also one that only you and him know about 😉

You guys met at a party after one of his bigger shows. You’re the friend of a daughter of some executive for his record label and you immediately caught his eye. He knew he had to talk to you

When Lucien loves, he loves hard and is very loyal and he just wants the same in return

He’s very cautious about getting close to people because he’s been hurt before and used for his fame. He didn’t want that to happen with you but after talking to you for a few days he knew you weren’t like that

Once he has you, he’s absolutely infatuated with you

On your first date he tries so hard to impress you but it goes terribly. He makes a complete dork of himself and his ‘cool rockstar’ facade slips. You thought it was so cute and endearing, he was surprised he got another date with you

You become Lucien’s muse when writing songs

You go to all the shows you can and even go on tour with him. If it’s a world tour he takes you to all the romantic spots in different countries and always takes you on fun adventures when he’s not busy rehearsing

You never get bored watching him on stage

Lucien makes sure you’re always sitting close to the stage so he can see you while performing. Whenever he sees you he always winks at you and starts dancing very suggestively on stage knowing it turns you on

Lucien is very protective of you

One time he stopped a show when he saw some guy harassing you. He was furious, he almost jumped off the stage but security escorted the guy from the venue before anything else happened

You watched the rest of the show from backstage that night. As soon as he was done Lucien took you straight home. He held you and apologized all night even though you told him over and over that it wasn't his fault

His fans absolutely adore you! If they recognize you at shows they always say hi and some even ask for a picture

You love watching him on stage and going out to parties together but your favorite times with him are when you guys can just relax at home alone

You love lazy days in bed together eating nothing but junk food and watching cartoons

Lucien is a child at heart and will insist you watch 2000s Disney shows (Suite Life of Zack and Cody is his fav)

Lucien has two nice cars and one really beautiful, expensive black motorcycle

When he bought it you weren’t crazy about it at first but when he handed you your own helmet and took you for a ride it changed your mind

You loved when he’d go super fast, it gave you an adrenaline rush

He's not a huge social media person, he only posts if he likes a picture of him from a show or event, or if new music is coming out

He doesn't like the media attention that comes with his job but he sucks it up

Lucien feels bad that you get wrapped up in it since you're a private person as well

He always has ways to bypass the paparazzi when you guys go out, he hates the way they shove cameras in your faces and the stupid questions they ask

He has punched a pap before for almost pushing you into traffic in the city

Some NSFW stuff (18+ from here on!)

Lucien plays guitar so he’s a god with his fingers. He knows exactly what he’s doing down there and can make you cum in seconds

His tongue piercing is also a plus when he goes down on you

It’s one of the metal balls and when he licks your clit the pressure is perfect

His favorite position is when your on top

Lucien loves when you ride him because he can see all of you and after your orgasm hits he pulls you into his chest

His other preferred position is taking you from behind

He loves running his hand down your arched back to squeeze the back of your neck

And he loves how deep he can get from that angle

When he’s in charge sex is usually rough and passionate. Love making is set aside for special occasions though, like if you haven’t seen each other in a long time

He’s always down to try anything unless it’s a no for you, he’d never want to make you uncomfortable

One of his band mates did walk in on you guys once in his dressing room and he never lived it down

[alex-is-gay-666]

Dee x Fem!Reader (Metal Family)

♥️Chapter 3♥️

  A motorcycle swerved right in front of the huge school building. The male on it removed his shiny black helmet to reveal the same old scruffy chin and brown hair. Jack stared at the building ahead of him as he held on tightly to his helmet, "Fuck my life..."

• • •

  His heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway as he spotted the room he was supposed to make his way into. But before getting close, a man with fluffy blonde hair and a giant smile walked out of the room and closed the door.

BAM

  Confused Jack passed the man and reached his hand out to grab the knob.

  "Oh I wouldn't open the door if I were you, they're a bit busy right now."

  Jack looked behind his shoulder to see the man glance back at him. Confused, Jack opened the door to see three ladies in shock and horror while the room was covered in pink sprinkles.

  Slowly Jack closed the door and look back at the male.

  "Umm...your makeup is cool dude."

  "Why thank you, sir..."

  Jack scratched his neck awkwardly. He had to admit the male in front of him did look cool. With the heavy makeup and platform boots. While himself on the other hand...was just a tired old man.

  "Can I ask what happen in there?" Jack pointed at the room he had just opened.

  The strange man chuckled, "Well let's just say that's what happens when you mess with my kids..."

  Jack stared at the man before chuckling and shaking his head.

  "At least I don't have to see those old hags today."

  "Oh, were you also called in today?"

  "Yep, my kid went and beat up another kid."

  They continued their small chat while walking down the hallway.

  "Oh, so I presume he's a violent one?"

  "She* and yeah...you could say that."

  "My apologies, I didn't mean to assume your child's gender."

  "Nah it's cool man."

  And so the conversation carried on, both loving each other's company. Suddenly they noticed they were outside the school building.

  The man turned to look at Jack, "well I had a lovely chat with you Mr..."

  "Same here and the names Jack."

  "Well nice to meet you Jack, I'm Glam."

  "Oh! Like the genre from metal, that so cool man."

  "Why thank you."

  "We should hang out again." Jack happily announced.

  Glam nodded and with that, they exchange contacts and went their separate ways.

• • •

  Y/n ate popcorn as she watched a lady's head get cut off on tv. Suddenly she heard the entrance knob jingle and watch it fly open. Her uncle entered as he hummed a tune and twirled his keys with his finger.

  Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Did you finally go crazy?"

  Her uncle stopped, "hm?"

  "Well, you seem excited so what happened?"

  "Well, I didn't have to meet your principal and met a new friend."

  Y/n raised her eyebrows before smiling. Her uncle was an introvert and usually would isolate himself from people entirely. So for him to make a new friend was news to her.

  "Well, that's good to hear!"

  "He told me he had two sons around your age and invited us over on Saturday."

  "Hah?" Y/n stared at her uncle blankly.

  "C'mon you also need to get out of your shell. Have you made any friends yet?"

  "..."

  "Exactly, make sure you wake up early on Saturday."

  He walked off towards his room as Y/n stared blankly at the spot he once was. Well, this is gonna be interesting...

•••

Authors Note: I know this chapter was longer than usual but don't worry, Y/n and Dee will meet next chapter!

[tired-o-fighter]

Does vincent have a favorite dad *Whispers* Don't worry I won't tell anyone if he does.

Please vote for nameless au so we can tie

Vinny never had a favorite dad. All of them were different and cared so much about him in different ways. But it was so obvious that they all loved him unimaginably and so did he. The amount of love he has for each of them is more than her knowledge of words can describe and she doesn't have a favorite because she can't even compare them.

BUT

That's not what y'all are here for.

Although vinny never had a favorite, she always had one that she was the closest with. The most comfy and felt the best to be around. But it depends on which part of her life you're asking

New born and later, baby vinny was without a doubt the closest to leo. He monitored her every second, fearing she's gonna die. Not leaving her alone for a second.

During the time she was the tiniest, he made a baby wrap with his mask to keep her close and later it just became the norm to do daily tasks while carrying her.

He was the first dad vinny named. He's her "bawa" and he did cry for a good hour and half after that interaction, realizing that she's the most precious thing in his life and he doesn't know how to keep her safe forever.

Toddler vinny and raph are best friends.‌ Vinny is filled with energy and curiosity and although they all spend time with her, try to teach her different things, and just make her giggle; Raph surprisingly (to no one but himself) is the best one with kids. He would spend hours playing with blocks and hair clips and go collect more for her every late night so he can surprise her in the morning. Although vinny loves them the same, she prefers to play with raph because he's the cool dad who has secretly taken her to ride on a motorcycle but she can't ever tell leo or they're both dead.

Ever since vinny started school (yes he goes to school thank you online education!) Mikey and vinny got a lot closer. Legally, there should be a guardian who moderates their education and mikey had so much fun helping. He always wanted to go to school and tho he knew a LOT of stuff (thanks to splinter and donny taking education VERY seriously) he has so much fun learning history and science and it makes him incredibly happy.

Vinny's papa is a very important person in their class and the kids love him. No one knows they're a turtle and an axolotl. But they love them and respect that they won't show their faces

Arts and crafts are their favorite and they love making craft together. This specific doodle is from when they made a gift for one of Vinny's classmates for his birthday.

DONNIE HOWEVER gets the angsty teenager. You can't raise a kid away from society and not get an angsty chaotic teenager who decides to trust humans and be cool and gets emotionally DESTROYED by horrible people.

She doesn't want his dads to know about her. She's distant she doesn't want them to know what she's doing. And donny is no doubt the chilleset papa. Leo is going crazy trying to mother hen her to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Raph is over protective and wants to fight her negative emotions, her bad feelings, and anyone she talks to. Mikey keeps trying to bond with his little kid and struggles to let go of that closeness.

Donny however knows how to be supportive and keep his distance. To be extra careful of their boundaries and the same time not let her distance herself.

This specific doodle is set after the first time vinny revealed himself to some of his human "friends" and they started hurting him, throwing stuff at him, and calling him mean things. After they left he took his shell cell and called donny, even tho he was supposed to be home and already asleep. Not saying a word just calling and then texting please pick me up.

Donny was there 8 minutes later. Helping her in the car. They had a quiet car ride. No words exchanged. When they came back home and started walking towards their own room donny looked at her with a smile "i love you vinny! I love you and I'm proud of you." He said. "I'm always proud of you and you are the most important thing in my life. I'm so glad i was blessed with you." And then, he starts walking away. She immediately runs to him, hugging him and started sobbing.

"I'm never trusting anyone ever again!" She sobbed trying to catch her breath. "I know honey. I know." He responded in a sad, bitter tone. Did he agree with her? Not exactly. Trusting would be much much harder but not impossible. That's not what she needed to hear tho. He'd help her process and heal later. Right now, he didn't know how bad the situation was, how hurt she was physically. But he knew his feelings were absolutely wrecked. And the best he could do was to support her.

Thank you so much for reading this and thanks for supporting nameless au. There's still time to vote for me so i can tie with big sis leo.

But regardless I'm grateful for you guys. Before this competition i was very insecure about my AUs thinking no one would like them. Specially an oc adoption au? I only shared with a few close friends

But now i have people who actually care for this au. Who care for vinny. Who enjoy my brain coming up with random shit.

I get asks, i made friends and I'm so happy to be in this place. Regardless of winning or loosing or getting a tie, I'm so happy to have come so far.

Hey @turtle-tot-tournament here's my biggest propaganda in hope for a tie. I'm so happy to be in this competition and I'm so grateful for having the most awsome poll master. Being a poll master myself, i can see how hard you've worked and i appreciate you so so much <3

[manofthepipis]

Here are my own Addison/Spamton headcannons to add on! :]

(buckle up cause I got a lot)

If Spamton tries to talk about personal memories that he tried very hard to bury, (like his puppitfication), he physically cant. If he talks about a memory that overwhelms him his body would spaz out in glitches and error signs. (kinda like a system crash)

I feel like if the Adds were to get the grasp of healing magic, the first one to perfect it would be Clicks. (bc he already makes tea that heals you!)

Sponsor owns a motorcycle! (because they thought it made them look cool) And regularly takes it out for a spin when he's done with work for the day.

Survey is a secret horror fan, and when having movie nights with the other adds, they would always recommend horror movies that they personally like.

I feel like Banner really focused on clothing after Spamton went missing, (he only really did this as a side hustle/hobby beforehand) as it was a good distraction and a way to cope, and he found out he was really good at it! And made it his primary business.

When an addison gives a gift with no underlying intention/price tag attached, it is seen as a sign of a genuine friendship, familial, or courtship relations, (like when they all gifted Spamton the new phone) as all addisons are selfish in nature

Clicks 1000000000% cried at the Barbie movie and has a poster of her in his room lololol

Sponsor absolutely LOVES those shitpost videos on TikTok, like that smurf-cat that's been trending recently? his feed is FULL of videos like that

Its hard for Spamton to open up for a variety of reasons, because he HATES it when people give him pity, he's been dealing with that his whole life, and knows that bigshot's don't get those looks.

Along with fashion, Banner is CRAZY good at makeup, and that's when he and Clicks have most of their gossip sessions when doing Clicks makeup when they're hanging out together

Survey has a soft spot for holiday seasons (not just because of shopping sales and spike and sales, cause all addisons are scrambling when october hits,) but also because it's a time they feel all warm and fuzy with their family :]

To add on to the motorcycle thing, Banner was very against Sponsor getting one, as he heard about horror stories on those "death traps" (his words)

to add on to the one above, Sponsor didn't wear a helmet once, (cause he only needed to go like, a street down to grab something,) and Banner gave him HELL. bro went on a whole rant about Bike saftey and Sponsor always wore a helmet after that incident (a mad banner is very scary! cause i hc that he always keeps his chill) (Banner is not beating mom friend allegations)

Jevil LOVES messing with Clicks the most, as he's the drama queen, and his reactions are hilarious cause he HATES the clown. Jevil will do things like change his wallpaper, take secret selfies, or just flat out jumpscare him because it never gets old...

Sponsor is a BEAST at Just Dance, like, bro is doing breakdancing for every single song, and he WILL make EVERYONE do the dances correctly, (as clicks likes to half-ass it by just moving the controller correctly)

Banner is the strongest physically out of all the addisons. Y'know like, that punching bag game in arcades where the harder you punch the bag the more points you get? Banner DEMOLISHED that, and has one of the highest scores still.

Clicks secretly plays dating sim games as a guilty pleasure

also have you seen eviction day yet? If not, I HIGHLY reccomend! I will add a warning for flashing lights and disturbing imagry though, https://youtu.be/fzzGtz4v3YU?si=6-AD5j8qrGARbdM3

but yea! here are my silly lil headcannons for the silly lil guys :]

i'm incredibly happy with the energy we've created in the studio today

also known as omg i love these headcanons like this is great food hfjdksjdjdks

the first one i also share! and it's a bit of why i headcanon swatch feels distant from spamton out of everybody he talks to. Like they were rlly close at one point and talked a lot, and swatch was his shoulder at high stress points in his job. However when the Horrors happened, he physically couldn't explain anything, leaving swatch to wonder what exactly happened to him and then build up resentment for keeping them in the dark. They even tried to help at first, but help turned to hate real fast when neo got involved.

i love the idea over clicks and spamton maybe bonding over some healing magic, like i had something similar in mind for a future chapter but this rlly has me smiling at the possibilities. spamton would maybe give him some tips- for a price. He IS thinking about trying to capitalize the whole healing gig after all since he's good at it.

banner going into clothing after spamton disappeared makes sense, especially with keeping busy trying to forget about him (it's awful hard to with the mannequins looking the way they do, but maybe that's a good thing in the long run) also i adore the mom friend vibe these headcanons have about him. i'd love to add on to the helmet thing, as I feel Clicks would join him on this (he's protective) but sponsor (and maybe even survey) claims it's fine if it was just once.

i completely agree with surv and the holidays. honestly i feel like they're the most ambitious with holiday sales and are unmatched, kind of peaking during seasonal sales in general (seeing how many survey ads are in place when customer shopping is at an all time high). spamton was indifferent to the holiday craze (cuz even when addisons were at their busiest, he wasn't) but liked when everything settled down after they weren't as busy to talk with him again. I have a picture in mind of survey chilling with spamton and realizing this, how happy he is when they're not busy (and feeling as if he was supposed to be), and being happy in return, if not sympathetic to him.

jevil pranking the adds and being a general nuisance is just so funny to me. gosh i can just imagine the absolute chaos he'd bring to a tea shop, mixing up the names and flavors, upon the other things (especially the wallpaper that has me cracking up with ideas). spamton, at the request (and payment) of clicks, gets jevil to stop (maybe. it's unclear if hes actually stopped completely or if there's smaller pranks here and there) but he secretly finds it hilarious.

overall these headcanons are great and i'm so happy to see them shared

[marvelandponder]

💖 🖊? Maybe these can go hand in hand! (Unless you want to keep your favourite parts for when they come out haha)

Fanfic Ask Game! Hehehehe! I was hoping somebody would use the pen! I'll answer the first one in general, then give you a snippet from an upcoming story I just finished revising (off to be illustrated!) 💖 What do you like most about your own writing? Hard to say, but I really love writing and dialogue. I've had to read back so much of my own stuff since I try to edit it to a good point before it goes to Bevin - so I will admit a terrible sin: I laugh at my own jokes. I also cry at my own stories, but I cry easy! 🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP. (let's goooooo!)

Her knuckles clunked against the hardwood, resounding.  Floorboards shifted and sifted dust until a chain lock clocked open, and the door stepped back to let a half-awake, swollen-eyed Timber Spruce work out how to parse the view. “Sunset Shimmer?”

Mud clung to her rain-filled boots as Sunset stood on his covered porch feeling like a wet rat in a sewer drain. “... Hi,” she said, soaked through. “I’m sorry. I know it’s late, and dark, and you probably don’t exactly want to see me…” Over her shoulder, the rain splattered on her motorcycle, pouring off the roof. What’s he supposed to think? Any sense of cool had abandoned her and a chill broke through her layers. “I’ve got something I need to say to you.”

All the sleep loitering his eyes cleared out, and Timber brightened as if a shiny new bus pulled into camp. Chest sitting higher enough for her to notice his musculature, he pulled the door open with all the enthusiasm she got out of Banana or Spike. “Yeah?”

She got one look down at herself. He seemed to do the same, and he elected to join her on the porch. As he did, she reached into the inner pocket⁠ of her jacket and pulled out what she came for: two tickets to the Fall Formal. 

Once he locked eyes with the ticket stubs, the power of his intense brows shrouded over everything, trees fallen on the forest floor. Thunder rumbled somewhere so far off that it could’ve been a bend in the wind. “Oh, no,” Timber said, kind of smiling. “I gave those to Twilight. She should get a chance to use them with someone.”

Sunset only moved to nod. Her leather creaked like the rain.

The firm hold his brows had deepend, gutting a trench between themselves⁠ until suddenly, they let go. 

“Get back together with her,” she said, blacker than the pitch outside of the porch. 

“Sunset⁠—”

“You make her laugh. You’re the same kind of weird. You’re good for her.” She could hear the rasp of her voice working over that one. “Maybe she rolled her eyes a lot and things ended, but I was there. I know she loved you. And I can guess how you feel about her.”

Timber listened to her in the rain in his pajamas and bedhead-hair. 

“I thought if you broke up, she’d be sad but…” Celestia, the sound of how she cried the first night. Twilight’s rawed out voice dragged out into shaking quiet before another blast like each breath was a new wave. Sunset’s hand gripped her own soaked shirt just the same as she’d gripped the shirt on Twilight’s back. Mist crested off the eavesdrops. “I want her to stop hurting,” she said, Timber’s edges blurred. “She’s my best friend in any world.⁠⁠” Dull-eyed, she shook her head, tickets raised. “So? What’s stopping you? Go on and ask her to the dance.” 

The wind changed and Timber shook his overly fluffy head. “... You have to know I’m not going to do that, right? You have to know that.”

Sunset’s ribs cramped, stitches in her sides. She shoved the tickets into his chest. “C’mon! I know you still like her! You crazy kids deserve each other⁠—what’s wrong with you?”

Rubbing the spot where the mushrooms on his shirt distinguished him as a Fungi at Parties, Timber looked down at the tickets at his chest like he was expecting something else to be there. “I don’t know what she told you about our breakup but think about it for a second: You’re talking about Twilight Sparkle.” He turned his chin to slant his look to her. “You really think she’d ever make a big decision without thinking it through?”

[insideliascrazyhead]

Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad Shenanigans 3 aka Tetsu´s instagram

Tetsu:Someone´s tipsy after a long night out!

Naomi:No this man´s wasted.

Chiharu:I love how he screamed wait!The grounds moving!Fuck!

Noboru:When you crawl home from a night out you´re totally fucked.

Dan:yeah because SOMEONE flirted with hot chicks and ended up taking shots out of her bra even though he was drunk already

Murayama:good old titty shots!Fuck yeah!Good for Cobra-chan!

Shiba:Showing Danny boy how its done!

Naomi:beautiful how all three of them loooved Cobra huh Dan?

Rocky:When Cobra ever parties in my club you better be sure I will upload the security footage on the internet.

Hyuga:Or hire him as a stripper!Ladies gonna love that.Your club is more boring then a libary.

Rocky:Fuck you firework boy.

Hyuga:At least I know how to party old man!Even Cobra that miserable fuck knows how to party

Smoky:And kill his liver,this guy is gonna vomit more blood then me

Tetsu:at least we then learned Cobra can pole dance

Murayama:I gotta see that shit!

Junko:Same.You  gotta upload that.

Oshiage:What in the liver failure did I just read?!

Smoky:Where´s Cobra now anyways?

Junko:Sleeping peacefully on the billiard table.

Murayama:Adorable like a drunk puppy.

Naomi:Yeah I brought him a blacket two hours ago.He looked kinda cold and Yamato´s jacket wasn´t enough.

Smoky:I´m scared to ask.Gonna do it anyway.Where´s Yamato?

Oshiage:Sleeping under the billiard table of course.

Hyuga:I will pay whatever you want if you hit two pans against each other repeatiatly to wake the two dumbasses up!

Tetsu:Looking sweet and then comes Dan looking like a bouncer.

Naomi:At least this way woman talk to him in hope to get into whatever he´s the bouncer off.

Chiharu:Or crazy idea,try smiling grumpy pants.

Shiba:The only way a woman touches you when you look that grumpy is with a tazer

Dan:Cobra ain´t smiling either and get´s all the ladies!!!

Murayama:Cobra-chan looks like he escaped outta one of those romance books for lonely old woman.

Tetsu:That´s why he´s excluded from date nights!

Hyuga:To give yall losers a tiny chance with the ladies?That´s desperetation.

Dan:No dedication.

Smoky:Whatever makes you sleep at night man

Cobra:You will sleep alone at night anyways:)

Dan:I´m gonna choke you to death and not the way you like it you dick!

Yamato:Cobra´s to kinky to torture give it up....

Noboru:Can you imagine a serial killer tries to murder Cobra and he just moans?!

Murayama:Since when is it bully Cobra-chan hours?!

Cobra:It ain´t my fault you guys are all boring as fuck in bed man.

Naomi:Cobra not everyone needs to be beaten and chained to have a great time in bed....

Chiharu:That´s a great emergency plan tho!When Cobra get´s kidnapped again he can just say he´s into whatever they´re doing

Dan:Yeah!They will think he´s crazy and let him go cause they got scared

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:No kinkshaming but you´re probably a sick freak Cobra

Junko:you think Cobra has a dungeon?

Naomi:yes.

Cobra:Oi!Can we go back to when not if I get kidnapped?!What the fuck?!

Noboru:It will happen again.Clearly.

Yamato:Yeah cause you love to get into trouble.

Murayama:Don´t worry Cobra-chan we will come to the rescue!

Tetsu:Dan has no idea what he is doing but there are some hot chicks down the street so he wants to look cool

Noboru:Dan´s brain just dropped down south

Chiharu:The motorcycle isn´t gonna help whatsoever

Naomi:You gotta figure out how to talk to woman

Cobra:Yeah this shit´s getting ridiculus

Shiba:Or you´re gonna be the creepy old guy down the street in the liquor store scaring everyone one day

Murayma:I would love that for him actually.

Hyuga:The thing with the liquor store is such a cliché i love it!

Yamato:Meanwhile Cobra with two new hot chicks or guys every week and he wildly waves his cane in the air.Damn it Cobra!

Chiharu:Until his teeth will fall out and someone slips on them

Rocky:I saw you with a girl....That ain´t gonna work.Give it up man.

Tetsu:Hangover Cobra.

Chiharu:Moral of the story never play never have I ever with Cobra-san.

Noboru:Long story short this man has done it all

Naomi:yeah and than needed to drink it all.

Cobra:I`m not the one who laughed at my own joke until I puked.

Yamato:At least he´s not vomiting like crazy.

Noboru:Not anymore at least

Shiba:eww,that´s disgusting.

Junko:looks like he has regret and bad memories for breakfast

Murayama:you gotta ask if he wants any greasy food

Hyuga:or just another drink

Rocky:great then he pukes again

Yamato:he slept in a minute after vomiting if I didn´t catch him his head would´ve spend the night on the toilet seat

Tetsu:He even had his beauty sleep infront of the toilet to be sure to reach it in time 

Hyuga:I would´ve loved to see that.

Murayama:Leave Cobra-chan alone you sadistic weasel

Rocky:greatest hangover cure is never stop drinking

Naomi:greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray

Dan:you´re nasty woman.

Naomi:You love it

Tetsu:Guess who they´re supposed to be!

Cobra:White Rascals?

Yamato:Noooo.That glowing red gotta be Daruma!

Murayama:I love this!

Hyuga:They wish they could party like Daruma

Smoky:Naomi would be a great Murayama.

Chiharu:A tear in the Matrix Universe thingy

Smoky:Would defenetly be a upgrade

Noboru:She´s less insane tho.

Murayama:I would call myself creative in the crazy department not insane.

Rocky:that´s even worse

Cobra:Oya would go down most of those crazed Hiyenas can´t even speak to woman

Murayama:Your precious Dan can´t either.

Dan:OI!

Tetsu:Only happy when it´s about food

Murayama:or tequila and violence

Yamato:That was always like that Cobra loves candy

Noboru:He still can´t out-eat Yamato tho

Naomi:We tested that once.

Chiharu:What?!really?!

Naomi:Kohaku told him no,so he needed to do it to prove him wrong

Noboru:He was miserable for two days after that

Yamato:Cobra did great for a while but gave up eventually.

Smoky:His blood is replaced with sirup by now

Naomi:Yeah like this one time he made a salad out of candy

Junko:explains the sweet personality

Dan:what sweet personality??????

Shiba:yeah he´s giving liquorice  

Oshiage:Old one.

Tetsu:Wound treatment time!

Murayama:He still eating tho?!?!

Rocky:Than it ain´t that bad.

Smoky:He looks miserable.

Cobra:Naomi´s chamber of torture

Naomi:Shut your cakehole!I do what I can.

Hyuga:Dumbasses are accident prone.

Yamato:Crazy that nothing ever happens with your fireworks

Noboru:Luck is with dumbasses

Chiharu:Then why do we always end up hurt

Tetsu:We don´t always do

Chiharu:Cobra-san looks like he went through a meat grinder after most fights

Cobra:I´m just dedicated.

Yamato:Self sacrificing asshole

Cobra:Eat your food and shut up or I´ll shove it in there.

Noboru:Behave or Naomi get´s the wound cleaning ointment that hurts

Junko:We should replace the bandaids with Hello Kitty

Shiba:I´ll go buy some!

Tetsu:Smoking break

Rocky:Why isn´t Cobra driving his own car?

Yamato:Cobra doesn´t drive cars

Noboru:I mean he can but he´s miserable at it.

Naomi:Cobra drives like a madman

Cobra:I fucking don´t

Yamato:Yeah,Chiharu the first time he drove with you,left claw marks at the seat screaming I don´t wanna die

Chiharu:That´s mean I didn´t!

Dan:You had tears streaming down your face

Tetsu:At least we´re never late this way.As long as he keeps the windows up

Rocky:Why?!

Tetsu:Cobra screams at other drivers when he drives.I learned soooo many insults over the years like that

Noboru:My favorite was when he screamed:Did someone shit in your brain and forgot to flush or what´s not clicking that the fucking light is green you pisshead!

Dan:Or when he screamed your mother shoul´ve swallowed instead.

Rocky:lunatics

Smoky:I don´t wanna rain on your rollercoaster parade but you do know Cobra´s last name and the name of the gas station is on that car

Cobra:Yeah,that´s why the window is shut and Yamato turns up the music when I start screaming 

Hyuga:The one car I wouldn´t drive on the hood of is when Corba drives even tho it could be fun....

Murayama:It would be like a rollercoaster on the street we gotta try that!

Junko:Then don´t do it in Sannoh!

Shiba:Yeah make that crazy shit around Oya

Oshiage:Then risk Cobra hitting your little brother and his Oya friends?!

Shiba:He will be sick that day if he knows what´s good for them some of those demons should get a hit with that car anyways might do some good.