#rainbow bar cuff (?)

[sleepyjim]

more kandi lol

[devirnis]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

me half-asleep in bed this morning writing a scene in my head: this is some good shit, I'll definitely remember how I worded this later when I have time to sit down at my laptop!

(this was the devil speaking, I should have pulled my phone out right then and there)

anyway. more of let you set the pace chapter 2! (nsfw under the cut)

Eddie works a finger into him and Buck’s back arches off the mattress as he cries out. Immediately Eddie goes for his prostate, and then his mouth returns to lap at Buck’s rim, the burn of Eddie’s stubble making Buck feel like he’s been doused in gasoline and set on fire. His orgasm has barely finished, he’s still so fucking sensitive – he instinctively tries to close his knees and shy away from the overstimulation, but the spreader bar renders that action meaningless. Eddie keeps at it, stroking firmly over Buck’s prostate while his tongue swirls around his finger buried inside Buck’s hole. “Fuck, Eddie –” Buck pants. “Oh my fucking god, Ed-Eddie –” Buck’s arms jerk uselessly in the cuffs as he starts to roll his hips, chasing the sensation of white-hot pleasure as he already starts building towards another climax. He feels Eddie’s smirk pressed against him a split-second before Eddie fucking nuzzles him, scraping his stubble along the sensitive skin of Buck’s asscheeks and inner thighs.

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[deepdeanvsweston]

Ways I think the Deepdean girls would accessorise their uniform (ignoring the fact that Deepdean would be really strict blah blah blah)

Also before I begin I would like to present a group hc that ALL of them wear little trans pin badges in support of Daisy like in Derry Girls they all wear gay pin badges for Claire. Half of the girls I hc as sapphic in some way but Daisy is the only trans one, so they show their support especially for her.

Daisy:

- doc martens with lesbian flag shoelaces ofc ofc

- fishnet tights except they're so ripped they barely even count as fishnets

- they're just bits of strings atp

- wears those school shorts and everyone expects them to look stupid as but they actually work really well?

- occasionally wears her PE skort as part of the everyday uniform

- Daisy is a BIG fan of the skort

- sews a magnifying glass attached to a bit of string into her blazer pocket

Hazel:

- teddy bear coat that she wears every season bar summer

- everyone's all 'oh summer is over Hazel's got her fluffy jacket on again'

- she wears these cute mary jane flats that Daisy says are 'terribly impractical'

- (Rose is always stealing them. Hazel is always immensely displeased when it's the end of August and she cannot find them for the new school year)

- wears those tartan scarves all through winter. And autumn. She gets cold easily

- not technically school uniform but on the weekends she'll just wear slippers everywhere, including dinner

Lavinia:

- leather jacket!!!

- doc martens also (she likes that she matches with Daisy)

- wears trousers, but her parents don't know and so she steals her brothers'

- they are too Long and she's a short butch so she cuffs them at the bottom

- (it looks really cool)

- has a vintage Deepdean tennis fleece from her mother

- uses her school tie as a belt. Teachers are furious but they can't doing anything about it as technically it IS in 'a suitable windsor knot'

Kitty:

- skirt rollerupper fr fr

- wears cute little hairclips and brooches (think it's canon she wants to wear those from Jolly Foul Play?)

- ties her tie in a bow

- never wears her blazer even in the midst of winter because it 'simply does not go with my jewellery 😤😤😤'

- wears lots of charm bracelets that she shares interchangeably with Beanie

- highest heels she can get away ofc (she's ALMOST as tall as Daisy in them)

Beanie:

- fluffy socks and rainbow tights!!!

- also has her tie in a bow to match Kitty

- sews colourful buttons onto her blazer (they're misshapen ones that didn't make the cut onto the production line from her dad's button factory)

- wears cute ribbons in her hair (her and Kitty spend ages in the Deepdean haberdashery)

- wears the most colourful cute cardigans she can get away with

- wears beanies. Obviously

[nouies]

hello and welcome to this month’s fic rec featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. june is pride month and my birthday month, hence the rainbow balloons hehe. happy reading! 🔒 = only for ao3 users rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ All This Time by @allwaswell16​ T, 1k, a/b/o summary: Louis Tomlinson had been best friends with flower shop owner Gemma Styles for years. It wasn't until she suggested he date her alpha brother that he ever thought of Harry that way. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea... note: this was a gift to me for my birthday and i cherish it so much!

໑ routine surveillance by @disgruntledkittenface​ E, 2.6k, wankfest summary: Harry’s training period for the Bureau consists of routine surveillance. One night, it becomes a little less routine.

໑ Harry, That Kills People by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup​ T, 2.7k, wankfest summary: If there’s one thing that Harry hates, it’s getting his clothes dirty. If there’s one other thing that Harry hates, it’s murder. Unfortunately, right here and right now, Harry’s clothes are dirty, and he’s murdered someone. So. It’s not a great day. “Ugh,” says Harry. “Yeargh. Bleh.”

໑ 🔒 Like a Fire Burning in Your Veins by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter​ E, 2.8k, pwp summary: But first kinks are never forgotten, so to speak, and Harry can’t help but go back to them, alone and with Louis, over and over again. Can’t help but ask for bruises and pinches and slaps, can’t help but get on his knees in a bathroom stall, mouth full of dick while Louis bites on his fingers to avoid screaming. (Or, the one with the pain.)

໑ Livin' In A Daydream by @lululawrence​ NR, 3,3k, wankfest summary: See, Harry had learned his lesson. In order to protect Louis’ clothing and ensure everything was able to be thoroughly washed the first time, Harry had to go through each item individually. He would never be able to forgive himself if he didn’t go through the basketful and then he accidentally destroyed a beloved band shirt or something. One line from the song Harry had previously been humming was now stuck in his mind on repeat, but it wasn’t bothering him yet so he allowed it to stay for the moment. The words he knew flowed with the music, and he subconsciously tried to figure out the missing lyrics as he mindlessly went through Louis’ laundry, until it all came to a screeching halt. Harry originally had thought that the sock he had pulled out was just another one of Louis’ sport socks he left balled up, but when Harry pulled the cuff out, he realized the actual sole of the sock felt… crusty.

໑ 🔒 On The Pull by @homosociallyyours​ E, 4.2k, wankfest summary: When a radio host jokes that Harry and Louis should go on the pull together after Louis' "breakup" with Eleanor, Louis is quick to privately laugh it off as a ridiculous suggestion. So when Harry texts him and says he heard the interview and would be up for it, Louis is caught off guard. He says yes, but the night takes a few turns-- they might just end up on a different sort of pull than expected.

໑ and i’m putting my heart out on display by localopa / @waterloux​ NR, 6k, getting together summary: harry gets cheated on. so does louis. they find comfort in each other

໑ READ LIKE A HEADLINE by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea​ NR, 6k, fitf fic fest summary: Louis Tomlinson, a singer-turned-actor is the source of tabloid gossip and his latest project is jeopardised when the media interferes again. Tired of life handing him the short end of the stick at every turn, he finds himself at a bar drowning in his sorrows. A kind stranger tries to cheer him up, but Louis soon realises that the stranger does so much more than that. Inspired by 'Headlines' from the album 'Faith in the Future' by 'Louis Tomlinson'.

໑ 🔒 See the Light by Stria / @nooradeservedbetter​ E, 6.2k, pwp summary: Luckily for him, Louis doesn’t seem to mind. “Tell you what, love,” he says. He gets the pen on the counter, scribbles some numbers on the back of his receipt. “Here’s my number, and we can talk more about the purposes of a leash.” He winks, and then saunters away, bag in hand. Harry looks at his arse the whole time. AKA the filthiest thing I've ever written.

໑ The Way to My Heart by @ladyaj-13​ T, 6.5k, a/b/o fest summary: Louis' having a bit of a dry spell, until he bumps into an attractive alpha in the supermarket and leaves with his number. It was a hard bump. Very... muscular. The only problem is, said alpha asks Louis to cook for him - which is not exactly his skill set.

໑ Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages) by @insightfulinsomniac​ E, 6.8k, fitf fic fest summary: As best friends and roommates, it’s really not a big deal when their on-campus housing provides Harry and Louis with an unusual, intimate bathroom arrangement. They’re perfectly comfortable with one another and their own bodies. Except for the whole mutually pining thing. That might make it a little awkward.

໑ Rock My World by reader_chic_2  M, 14.2k, rock festival au summary: When Louis goes to his first rock festival and finds himself nearly dying left in right in the wild crowd, he owes his life to Harry Styles, the hot and angry security guard who never fails to save him.

໑ what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove​ E, 22.4k, fitf fic fest summary: A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again. Based on the song "Holding On To Heartache" by Louis Tomlinson

໑ Until the Pearls Get Lost by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup​ M, 25.5k, big bang summary: London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help. Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again. With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

໑ Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16​ E, 30k, fitf fic fest summary: It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore. Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

໑ 🔒 hope your life leads you back to my door by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze​ E, 56.7k, yjhd au summary: Harry Styles set out to be a doctor; a steady career and a good living is all a young person could ask for. What he hadn't set out to do was to spend his summer holiday on a trekking trip in Spain with a group of people he barely knew. And he certainly didn’t plan on having his heart stolen by Louis Tomlinson, class clown and secret crush, in such a way that he feared he might never find it again. ft. cheesy chat-up lines, a big desi wedding, falling in love, and growing up. based on the bollywood film yeh jawaani hai deewani

໑ Where I Burn to Be by @pleasing-louis​ E, 143.3k, top gun au summary: There were very few people who managed to get under Louis’ skin as effortlessly as Harry had, and even fewer who had done it in only a day and a half. It was quite an accomplishment, really. They’d only interacted a handful of times and yet Louis had the insatiable desire to slam the locker into that frustratingly well-defined face that never seemed to hold any expressions other than contempt and arrogance. “That’s right. I do own the skies. And you wanna know why?” he sneered. Without his boots on, Louis was a fair bit shorter than Harry, his eyes pretty much level with Harry’s chin and his socked toes bumping into the boots of the other man, close enough that Louis could make out the tiny scar on Harry’s brow and the individual shades of emerald in his irises. He was handsome, but that only made Louis hate him more. Heart thumping heavily against his sternum and his hands balled into fists, Louis lifted his chin defiantly and plastered a coldhearted smirk across his lips. “Because I’m the best goddamn pilot here.” . . aka the Top Gun AU

— rare pairs / categories —  

໑ on the borderline tonight by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses​ louis/ethan hawke, M, 1.4k, coffee shop au summary: Louis is an artist in need of inspiration. He finds it one sunny afternoon in a Brooklyn coffee shop.

໑ 🔒 Fingertips Putting on a Show by cherrylarry / @beelou​ girl direction, E, 2.2k, wankfest  summary: Harry just wants a relaxing self love session in the bathtub when she gets interrupted by a knock on her door.

໑ you wanna be on top? by @disgruntledkittenface​ girl direction zayn/louis, NR, 6.1k, zouis fest summary: Zayn’s experience as a contestant on America’s Next Top Model left her more than a little traumatized. She thinks she knows what to expect when she lets herself be talked into making an appearance on the show a couple of years later. Louis manages to surprise her.

໑ Pageant Material by @ladyaj-13​ zayn/louis, G, 6.7, zouis fest summary: Louis flicks a nearby switch, lighting the bulbs around his mirror in a soft glow. The buttery yellow catches on the edges of his cheekbones, sharpening the dip. He looks more grown up this year. Some of his baby fat has melted away, and he sucks in his cheeks to see what he might look like by twenty five if this pattern continues. Then he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue. Or, the Zouis teen beauty pageant AU.

໑ too into you by @disgruntledkittenface​ harry/chris pine, E, 11k, harry rare pair fest summary: Harry works in the café of a popular used bookstore and he’s been pining after his favorite regular for years. When the seemingly impossible happens and his regular actually asks him out on a date, Harry worries that he’ll screw it up because he’s just too into him. Little does he know how well it’s going to go. The Cinema/spitgate inspired AU that no one asked for.

໑ Never Stop Dreaming by @rockstarlwt28​ zayn/louis, G, 14.4k, zouis fest summary: Nursery Teacher, Louis Tomlinson moves to the heart of Yorkshire, finding solace in both his career and rural life. Yet, that's not the only things Louis finds comfort in, when local joiner and neighbour Zayn Malik warmly welcomes him to the neighbourhood.

[violeteyedkiller]

The neon buzz of The Lender Bar hummed in the humid night air a purple hue just kind enough for the usual night crowd casting a sickly glow over the cracked sidewalks of Inner City. I adjusted the brim of my hat, a rainbow tie-dye band wrapping around its base, and flicked the remains of a joint onto the street. People said Mothman didn’t belong in the city, especially not in a town like this, where everyone was in someone’s pocket, but they didn’t know what I knew. They didn’t see what I saw.

My wings, folded beneath a trench coat, twitched, sensitive to the static in the air. Something was coming—a storm, or maybe something worse. A half-forgotten radio jingle played from a nearby diner, and through the fog of smoke and streetlight, I saw him.

He stepped out of the shadows, tall and wiry, with long hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail. Sandled feet, bell-bottoms frayed at the cuffs, and a leather vest with no shirt underneath abs that led the eye down that happy little treasure trail, like he’d wandered straight out of some Woodstock daydream. His eyes were wide, pupils blown like he’d seen things he shouldn’t have—things no one should see. As he moved closer, I could sense it: the fear crackling around him like a live wire.

“Mr. Moth,” he rasped, glancing nervously down the alley. “You gotta help me. They’re coming for me, man.”

I exhaled and tugged the collar of my coat up against my fuzz. Another lost soul, caught up in the undertow of Inner City’s dark currents. But there was something else about him. The energy around him wasn’t normal—it pulsed, chaotic, something I hadn’t felt in weeks. Not since the first body turned up. Not since I realized this town’s shadows went deeper than just drugs and dirty money.

I peered at him through the haze. “Who’s after you, man?”

His voice trembled. “The Groovy Gang, dude. They know about me. They know everything.”

And just like that, I was in too deep. Again.

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[dothwrites]

nihilism was apparently the lowest rated mid-season premiere yet it is an amazing episode and i love it so much

dean's perfect fantasy life is so... bleak. sam and cas aren't there. they're eternally on another hunt. his bar is completely empty and lifeless. he's being hounded by a real estate agent to sell. he has to fight off vampires. the music says that he's literally searching for a rainbow. he's STILL looking for something better. pamela tells him that he only wants what he can't have (THE ONE THING I WANT IS SOMETHING I CAN'T HAVE)

cas just casually carrying around angel cuffs just because. cas once again jumping into the fray to use himself as a distraction. why does a molotov cocktail hurt adam!michael so bad but it just inconveniences dean!michael? michael is soooooooooo smarmy and annoying here. love him!

where is jessica? #bringbackjessica (the reaper, not jessica moore, but we can bring her back too)

michael is so intent on addressing cas, and i don't know whether it's just because, as an angel, he considers cas the most worthy of his attention, or if it's because he has a special grudge against cas (wonder whyyyyyyyyy)

michael is such a dick when he taunts jack about dean's feelings towards him. it's still one of jack's sore spots and michael just HITS it. i do love the conversation between cas and michael. "why do you love this world enough to risk your life for it?" hmmmmm... if only cas had a good answer for that... michael hits SO CLOSE to the truth here, and the tragedy is that cas doesn't quite believe him. chuck does exactly what michael is accusing him of.

and then the mockery of the science fair project and once AGAIN, michael is deliberately antagonizing cas. soooooo interesting to me.

"dean thrives on trauma" there's something fundamentally wrong about that statement but it's late and i don't know what it is. but it's wrong. if only because dean deserves more than trauma. also i think that cas' eyes should go glowy ALL THE TIME. it's very very appealing

always awkward to meet the woman who you blinded when you were uncertain about how to interact with humans. i bet jensen had a hell of a fun time when he got to mock misha's 'cas' voice.

michael hits where it hurts, and when he says that cas only makes mistake after mistake... it's technically true, but it's NOT true and it HURTS because it's what cas believes. cas figuring out that michael is stalling, we love one smart angel.

cas being a dad with jack. literally gives him the "i'm not mad; just disappointed" talk. okay, he doesn't say he's disappointed. but you get it.

poor dean and his utter exhaustion. he has an archangel trapped inside him and that pounding and screaming is NEVER going to stop.

we do love billie, but can we TRUST billie? always interesting to contemplate.

[merryfortune]

The Barbieheimer Solution

Written for Year of the OTP - July

Prompts: Vacation Together | Power Swap | Enemies to Friends Lovers | “What are you doing here?” | Stars | Coffee Shop AU

Title: The Barbieheimer Solution

Ship 1: Respectfulshipping | Ryoken/Spectre

Ship 2: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Ship 3: Crystalheartshipping | Aqua/Earth

Ship 4: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,719

Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Triple Date, Fluff, Forgiveness, Fandom Allusions

   “What are you doing here?”

   The flat affect was supremely annoyed and accompanied by hackles raising and brows furrowing. Aoi had her hands on her hip whilst Miyu scurried closer, clutching onto her girlfriend’s arms and it took Ryoken quite a fair bit not to mirror that onto himself and Spectre, who had been the one to receive such a scathing question from Aoi.

   “What? I’m not allowed to go to the cinemas?” Spectre asked, irate.

   “I, um, think we’re all here for the same reason.” Miyu whispered. “A date.”

   “To see the new Blue Angel anime movie?” Aoi exclaimed.

   “Yes.” Spectre said.

   “Why?” Aoi replied.

   “Because I like Blue Angel as well?” Spectre confusedly replied. As he did so, he raised his hand to his chest, his Duel Disc glinted underneath the cuff of his sleeve. An action he did not realise would be, in what the show business calls, foreshadowing.

   Ryoken sighed, “Come on, let’s just go find our seats.” He already was here to be nice. He would have much preferred to go to the movie in the next cinema room over, which was promising helicopter crashes and guns and explosions, but Spectre so very rarely requested to see movies, he was more than happy for it to be Spectre’s choice. 

   It was just a shame that in order to get to their seats, there first had to be a debacle. And there always had to be a debacle first which was what made taking Spectre out in public so difficult at all.

   He and Ryoken had been going one way, coming from the snack bar and ticket kiosk, and they - Sugisaki Miyu and Zaizen Aoi - had been coming from another direction: the photo booth set up, all giggly and smiley… Up until Aoi had spied Spectre from across the room which was quite an achievement. Albeit for all the wrong reasons.

   “Don’t you think it's a little strange for a cyber terrorist such as yourself to be going on dates?” Aoi asked. “Isn’t there a warrant out for your arrest or something?”

   “Not anymore thanks to the kind generosity of your brother, now, let’s all go. I’d hate to miss the adverts.” Ryoken said and he was trying so hard, so gallantly, so heroically, to move them all along but it just wasn’t working.

   Spectre was rooted to the comically coloured and garishly designed navy and rainbow carpets. As was Aoi, Miyu discovered when she graciously tried to take the hint and hurry on her own girlfriend per Ryoken’s lead.

   Aoi was still unhappy with the reply. Understandable. There was still bad blood between her and Spectre. Though it was understandable to anyone but Spectre, it seemed. Spectre continued to frown. Aoi continued to stare him down.

   “I also just find it incredibly strange,” she said, practically snarling by now, which did not suit her, Miyu would like to remark, as she was too cute to snarl underneath her fluffy brunette bob, “that you consider yourself a Blue Angel fan after what you did to her book?” 

   Aoi continued to fume and as she did so, she inadvertently mimicked Spectre’s own gesture of moving her arm so that the Duel Disc underneath her sleeve glinted. Two for two now, and per the show business rules of storytelling, that meant something was bound to happen or else it would be for naught and be wasted space in the script.

   “You’re still on that?” Spectre huffed. “That happened months ago. Move on, Blue Angel.”

   “Yes, I am. It was salt in the wound, you coward.” Aoi spat and she sharply wrung out her hand.

   Causing poor Aqua inside to have quite the experience of a tilter-whirl.

   “Whoa, Aoi, not so rough, please…” Aqua piped up.

   Her little voice was fragile as her eyes spun. She had to hold onto the rim of Aoi’s Duel Disc for leverage lest she get motion sick. For a blue creature, she looked almost green but her sudden appearance caused more commotion than she intended.

   Aoi and Miyu exchanged a look. As did Ryoken and Spectre. Then Earth popped out of Spectre’s Duel Disc, enchanted by the fact that he had heard Aqua’s voice. He looked quite happy, large hands over the edge of Spectre’s Duel Disc, all but grinning as he greeted Aqua from across the way. It was quite the ravine for two Ignis, not so much for Aoi and Spectre.

   “Aqua, it is good to see you. I did not realise that you would be coming.” Earth said, bright and chatty.

   “I didn’t realise you would be coming either.” Aqua replied, her eyes squinted in an Ignis smile.

   Ryoken stiffly turned his head to Spectre, he hissed through gritted teeth, “You didn’t tell me that he was coming.”

   “What was I meant to do?” Spectre asked in a small, embarrassed voice. He awkwardly held out his hand so the two Ignis could continue to chatter; a gesture mirrored by Aoi.

   And mirrored again with Miyu.

   The two girls huddled together much in the same way that Spectre and Ryoken were.

   “So, um, why is my Ignis in your Duel Disc, honey?” Miyu asked. “I know we share her but I thought she was at home.”

   “Miyu, sweetie, I also thought she was home.” Aoi replied.

   Aqua pouted, “Stop talking to me like I’m not here. How could I not be interested in seeing the movie based on the book which helped kindle you two’s most precious friendship. I apologise for not making myself known sooner but the bus was so crowded and-”

   “Aw, Aqua, if that was the case why didn’t you say so sooner, we would’ve loved to have brought you along.” Miyu laughed it off.

   The same could not be said about how Ryoken felt about Earth.

   The way that Ryoken felt about Earth. It was tolerable at best. It was mostly out of sheer stubbornness, of course. Ryoken had spent the better part of a decade seeking the total elimination of all the Ignis and the weakest parts of six months being jealous that he hadn’t been good enough to be his Father’s prized experiment period. So there was a lot happening there.

   But Earth had a good heart, bigger than his already big body. He got along with Spectre. And that was the main thing. Even if it did ruffle Ryoken’s feathers, disgruntle him, and otherwise find ways to annoy him but it was to be expected. For all intents and purposes, Earth was Spectre’s purse chihuahua and wherever he went, Earth had to come along.

   Even to dates at the movie where they were seeing the brand spanking new Blue Angel movie.

   Ryoken glanced at Aoi and Miyu. Their own conference appeared to be over. Aqua had a much better life with them than Earth did with him and Spectre. Ryoken sighed.

   “Let’s just get into the queue.” Ryoken said, sounding utterly defeated.

   “Oh, um, bye, Earth, see you later.” Aqua piped up before zipping back into the hidden depths of Aoi’s Duel Disc.

   Earth nodded his head and did the same. Spectre recanted his posture and appeared to be trying to un-dishevel himself from being gatekept by the canon Blue Angel URL holder between him and Aoi.

   “Yeah, we need to get our print off tickets. They still only take paper here. So, like, totally mediaeval.” Miyu said and she tugged on the sleeve of Aoi’s pastel blue cardigan to distract her.

   Aoi replied with a delicate and immutable grunt to acknowledge Miyu but her eyes were still on the prize of getting back at Spectre for, well, everything he had done to her. Nonetheless, it was a whole lot more different in the meat-space than the digital one. And so, the tension between Aoi and Spectre began to diffuse as Miyu very helpfully suggested that she and Aoi go to get the print-offs of their own pre-ordered tickets. Miyu dragged Aoi off and Ryoken did the same.

   They meshed into the crowd which was a queue. Ryoken stood around, listening to Spectre catch him up on the lore of the Blue Angel movie. Seemingly unaware of how yearningly Ryoken was looking at the rival debut movie’s posters at the far side of the theatre.

   The Five Dragons movie was easily Ryoken’s first choice. 

   That would have been a fantastic date, in Ryoken’s opinion. It promised everything and more from humanity over the edge of anti-Synchro domination, the apolcaplypse and all it brought. Thrills and spills, a story of fictionalised survival. It was like a bomb going off. That would have gotten all of Ryoken’s rocks off in the back of the theatre with Spectre.

   If he hadn’t brought Earth and hadn’t been such an anime aficionado. Still, Blue Angel was fine. Ryoken had read the books too since they were favourites of Spectre’s and did have a fond recollection of it. He probably would have enjoyed it were it not for the unexpected date crasher in the form of the orange and brown Earth Ignis. That could have been a good, nay, even great movie date.

   But then again so was going anywhere without Earth. 

   That was going to put yet another cramp on Ryoken’s plans to try and canoodle at the back of the cinema. He was fairly certain that Spectre would be too enraptured by the movie to even notice that Ryoken was trying to put the moves on him in the dark, the old hand over the shoulder manoeuvre, some kissing from the side. Trying to do that in sort of public would be difficult enough with Earth around and then again after that incredibly awkward encounter with Aoi, Miyu, and Aqua, too, Ryoken guessed.

   Still, there were over a hundred available seats in the specific theatre playing Blue Angel. There were a dozen other movies playing at the same time and then similar crowds for the others. It totally showed in the crowds, so Ryoken and Spectre weren’t too worried about bumping into the girls again.

   Though, that might have dampened Earth’s spirits. He would have liked to have spent more time with Aqua but oh well. He didn’t exactly have a say in that given who his Origin and his Origin’s boyfriend were.

   And so, despite the abrasion between the two sets of Blue Angel movie-goers, the queue did get shuffled so they thankfully ended up away from one another for its entire duration. The conversations moved on and the mood lightened again for both Ryoken and Spectre. The attendant hardly blinked twice as they tried to get everyone sorted and rounded up. This way madam, that way, sir. Every ticket barely sighted before it was stamped.

   It was just a shame that despite the distance put between them.

   They still ended up next to one another.

   “What are you doing here?” Aoi asked as she shimmied past the knees of other people from one direction, the left, as she encroached on Spectre who was barging past from the right.

   “Trying to watch a damn movie in peace if it would please you.” Spectre hissed.

   “Do you want to swap?” both Miyu and Ryoken piped up from over their respective partner’s shoulder buuuuuut…

   Aqua and Earth.

   Puppy dog eyes did not begin to describe how their expressions glittered and glimmered. There was no changing the arrangements of their pre-ordered seats now. So, entirely begrudgingly, Aoi and Spectre sat down next to one another inside the theatre. The lights of which began to barely dim as they rested their hands close to one another. Too close for their comfort, personally, but it was for Aqua and Earth’s sake. 

   It seemed a single date had become a double date which had become a triple date.

   Suddenly a movie with a runtime of just under two hours may as well as be slated for all eternity because neither Aoi or Spectre were looking forward to sitting next to one another as they watched. Miyu and Ryoken, however, were perfectly comfortable. Miyu kicked her feet up, Ryoken meanwhile had his hand in his extra large bucket of popcorn. Then, of course, Aqua and Earth were having the times of their lives, quaking in joy as they got all caught up from one anothers’ absence and were generally excited to be included in the human activity of movie watching.

   The lights continued to dim more and then whoosh. Bam, bang, the theatre opening flashed on the screen as it rolled down the wall and the adverts were cued. Thank goodness. The sweet oblivion of sugary saccharine anime couldn’t have come sooner.

   But first a word from our sponsors.

   Ryoken was very genuinely enthralled by the local business adverts whereas Miyu was just waiting for it to be over and done with. Aqua and Earth’s chatter had culled as Aoi and Spectre began to, well, it was obvious that out of everyone here. They were the ones who wanted to be here the most.

   Close proximity to a sworn enemy notwithstanding.

   From the sides, Miyu and Ryoken curiously observed how Aoi and Spectre’s reactions bizarrely synchronised as finally - fucking finally - the movie started. Their eyes lit up, their chests rose and fell with breaths taken and exhaled in perfect harmony to every dramatic beat in the movie. From the very first title plate credit screen.

   Both were over the moon to see their favourite fictional character from a children’s picture book be turned into a rated PG family blockbuster.

   And what a movie it was.

   As far as Aoi and Spectre were concerned, it had everything. It had stunning, elaborate visuals and eloquently executed themes of friendship, loneliness, and redemption. It had everything: drama, action, a dash of comedy, and completely sated the child in their hearts as they watched, not even blinking lest they miss a second of what was fast becoming their favourite movie period. Easily blowing out the lesser, previous iterations of the Blue Angel canon. 

   Especially and most importantly the abominable live-action movie, both of which had the independent opinion that it should not be mentioned. A total blemish on the record but this? This was complete and total excellency of the media franchise.

   Aqua and Earth were enjoying themselves. There were plenty of scenes which brought them to tears but they were experiencing the magic of cinema for the very first time with very little lived frame of reference so their perspective may not be accurate. Still, they were holding hands from across the frames of the Duel Disc holders and having a wonderful time together.

   Meanwhile Miyu and Ryoken found it to be, well, just a movie. A very pretty and well put together movie but still just a kid’s movie. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t the mindblowing gem that Aoi and Spectre were seeing it as.

   They were both changed people after. Quite literally.

   Not even Aqua and Earth could compare to just how swimmingly Aoi and Spectre were getting along after coming out of the cinema. Of which, they had insisted on staying until the very last credit rolled so they could watch the bonus shorts that followed.

   They were the last four to leave the cinema which had mostly been filled with girls under the age of twelve accompanied by parents or other chaperones. They weren’t even moving fast, to the cinema staff’s annoyance as they tried to clean up the mess whilst Aoi and Spectre quickly found themselves engaged in a duel.

   A battle of the wits. Who could out fan the other but whilst it had begun competitively, no doubt spurred on by Aoi’s dislike of Spectre, it was not staying that way. They were quizzing each other on anything, turning everything into a longform written answer. 

   It was giving Ryoken and Miyu quite the headache as they tossed out their empty snack packets.

   “What was your favourite scene?” Aoi asked.

   “The enormity of Blue Angel’s loneliness at the start. The scene composition with her over the lake was beautiful and the colour-grading in well blue was perfectly legible. Something which other movies cannot say in this day and age.” he replied. “You?”

   “When she met Peach Angel for the first time.” Aoi replied. “Their meet-cute was adorable.”

   “I liked it when she finally got to punch the bad guy in the face.” Ryoken piped up.

   “And I loved the dance party ending!” Miyu squealed to Aoi’s laughter.

   “How could I choose? Every leg of her journey was gripping. I think I understand humans better.” Earth added on, holding tight as Spectre was excitedly swinging his hand.

   “Don’t learn from fiction, Ignis.” Ryoken roused.

   “What about you, Aqua?” Miyu asked.

   “Oh, um, it was all very good. I liked it quite a bit but nothing springs to mind straight away as it was all very consistently high quality.” Aqua diplomatically said. “Although, I was very touched by the two main girls’ friendship, it very much reminded me of you and Aoi.”

   “Aww…” both Aoi and Miyu cooed, whilst Ryoken’s skin crawled.

   Spectre, meanwhile, nodded his head sagely. He had two cents to give about their heart-warming friendship also.

   And so, The chatter continued to disperse in ripples throughout but it was very obvious who the dominant voices in the conversation were. The two who were usually anything but being reserved and introverted…

    As a crowd of four - six with the sort of hidden Ignises who were happily chatting in hiding - they were quite bustling as they came down the corridor and into the light of the cinema’s main foyer. Aoi and Spectre, walking shoulder to shoulder, ecstatically gushing to one another regarding the minutiae of the movie they had just watched. They were flanked either side by their respective partners who were not quite so enthused.

   The Blue Angel movie was fine. Just not either Miyu or Ryoken’s things. Miyu had moved onto other fandoms, though she did enjoy it quite a bit nostalgically, especially as she got to go see it with Miyu. And, meanwhile, Ryoken was still lusting to see a movie where things got blown up as his tastes were completely opposite to Spectre’s. However, to Aoi Spectre, it was a masterpiece. Nothing less than a spectacular godsend to animation, acting, and storytelling. It was just nice to see those two in particular get along. Bad blood no more, it seemed. 

   “When Blue Angel sacrificed herself for her friends, I was so very touched. The music in that scene was absolutely moving.” Spectre practically bawled.

   “I know, I know, and in Peach Angel’s arms, too, no less? I know it's not intended to be lesbian representation but it was so very gratifying.” Aoi agreed.

   Spectre sagely nodded his head, “The subtext there is hardly subtext, I think it would be a disservice to interpret their relationship as strictly platonic.”

   His reply was both courteous and measured, surprising Aoi. Then again, Spectre’s other analysis thus far had been completely perfect. He was right. The music in that particular scene was heartbreakingly perfect. And so, they continued to do the unbelievable: get along and get along tremendously, famously, even.

   To the absolute morbid fascination of their respective boyfriend and girlfriend whom they had basically left in the dust as they were so busy reliving every second of the movie they had just watched together.

   It appeared that Blue Angel could mend any relationship and bring together any opposites. Not just her fellow angels from across the colour spectrum. It would be impressive if it wasn’t quite so bizarre to see Aoi and Spectre get along so miraculously despite their history and how it even intersected with their love of the same fictional character.

   “Oh, hey, is that Ai and Yusaku?” Miyu asked, turning her head to gawk as they walked in one direction and sure enough.

   A very conspicuous couple of one dressed in a hoodie and the other dressed in vampire cosplay was going the other way. Miyu waved them down and SOLtiS Ai very happily waved at her back.

   With those two now flagged down, Ryoken huffed and folded his arms. He watched as they came closer, Ai practically prancing as Yusaku followed after, sucking down a soft drink of the medium size variety.

   “Whoa, now there’s an unlikely duo, since when did they get along?” Ai asked.

   “We just got out of the Blue Angel Movie showing.” Ryoken tiredly explained. Though, it could be his ear that Spectre was talking off right now so he was somewhat glad that it wasn’t.

   “Are you guys headed there next?” Miyu asked. “Because it was pretty good.”

   “Clearly.” Yusaku agreed. “But nah, we’re going to see the Five Dragons movie.”

   “That’s the one I wanted to catch but it was Spectre’s turn to pick.” Ryoken shrugged. He glanced over his shoulder, “Oi, you two.”

   Aoi and Spectre turned around. Both immediately startled as they were so off in a world of their own. It was honestly kind of scary. Maybe it was better if they weren’t friends.

   “Do you guys want to watch the Five Dragons movie next?” Ryoken asked.

   “What? Why? I could not be more clearly on a date with Ai right now.” Yusaku complained.

   Ryoken turned his head again and glared daggers, even Miyu looked tired, “If our dates had to get bigger, so did yours.” he said. In a clearly, overtly threatening and menacing way.

   “Also Aqua and Earth are here too.” Miyu added, sweetening the pot, surprisingly. At least for Ai, anyway.

   Ai bounced on his heel as he clutched at Yusaku’s shoulder, excited and affectionate, “It could be fun to have everyone tag along.”

   “Fine but I’m only paying for you and me still.” Yusaku said.

   “That’s fine, I’ll treat everyone else.” Ryoken smirked.

   “Fuck you.” Yusaku groaned.

   Ryoken, meanwhile, was just pleased that the expression of misery loving company couldn’t be truer. This was just the perfect solution to his movie going woes. But it truly was the more the merrier. The group getting bigger and bigger, noisier too as they re-entered the line, more or less by two by two given who was on the original solo date with who, to grab more tickets to another movie sure to be a blockbuster.

[solar-halos]

december prompt #5: music

a mayfair and lucy gray moment under the cut!

“Frosty the Snowman…”

No way this is the place Mayfair’s dad banned her from going. The Hob was dirty—it had to be, with all those coal miners packed together—and there was a lot of booze, but there was a literal child on stage.

“…was a jolly happy soul…”

That makes one of them. Topher Remel was her date for tonight, but she mostly used him as an excuse to get out of the house. Now that she’s actually at the Hob, she can release his sweaty hand and nudge his soaking wet cuff-link in the direction of the bar.

“Go get us a drink,” she tells him, even though she doesn’t care what he does. She slips into the crowd, ignoring his questions about where to find her. He’s been hounding her for this date for weeks, so he obviously likes a good chase. He’ll figure something out, like the big boy he is.

Or maybe he won’t. Again, Mayfair doesn’t actually care.

No one seems to recognize her, which is good. Maybe they’re too drunk, or maybe ratting her out to Dad would be more trouble than it's worth. Either way, Mayfair has to shove and elbow her way through the crowd to get a good seat.

She situates herself on a sticky barstool just in time to watch these Covey freaks erupt into some sort of dance break. The tiny girl on stage, who looks no more than eight, spins around so much and so fast it looks like she’s being carried away by the fluffy expanse of her electric blue dress.

“Oh, Frosty the Snowman…”

Mayfair wants to hate all this shit so, so badly. She wants their costumes to be too bright. Wants their music to be too pitchy. Wants the atmosphere to be as intoxicating as all the watered down piss-beer that’s being passed around.

“Catch me if you can!”

Well, it’s not. Their costumes float around them in fluffy clouds of rainbow sherbet. Their music is clear and comforting and soothing, like a warm shower. And Mayfair can feel herself getting drunk already, if the easy smile tugging at her lips is any indication. She’s even tapping her feet to the rhythm that the guy with the funky looking guitar sets.

Okay, so the Covey is good. And Lucy Gray is even better.

Not that Mayfair expected anything less. Lucy Gray was fucking annoying—the humming she did in class as she got ready for math lessons was as distracting as it was bewitching. Mayfair also got a good view at the back of her head and how the ribbons in her hair catch the light, threaded so intricately through her dark curls that sometimes Mayfair can’t focus on anything but the urge to replace the ribbons with her fingers.

Mayfair is not doing very well in her math class right now. At least now she knows it’s not all for naught.

“Hmm, Frosty the Snowman…”

Mayfair catches herself staring, but it’s not her fault. Lucy Gray’s voice is even more melodic when she’s actually singing, and her dress is so much brighter and eye-catching than those tiny ribbons, but Mayfair still closes her mouth before she catches the unwanted attention of flies.

Too late for that. To avoid turning into a total mouth breather, she flits her gaze elsewhere and makes eye contact with Billy fucking Taupe. She knows his name because Lucy Gray’s always talking about him, yapping and yapping and yapping about him so much that Mayfair’s almost torn out her very own eardrums just so she doesn’t have to hear her talk about how she wanted to marry some guy she barely knows.

His fingers glide over his piano, never faltering. And then he winks at her.

Oh. That’s new.

Mayfair’s face floods with heat, but she waits for him to look away before she tugs at her collar. What the hell was that?

She waits to feel insulted—he looked like he smelled like dog drool—but it kinda felt good to be noticed by someone with dark curly hair and wide set gray eyes. Even if it was the wrong set of curly hair and gray eyes.

Whatever. They can’t all be winners.

“I’ll be back again someday!”

And then something so fucking strange happens that Mayfair takes a swift look around until she gets dizzy. The performers were leaving the stage mid-song, and they were bringing people in the audience to come dance with them.

It’s like a hivemind the way everyone reaches out for the Covey with grabby, desperate hands and even more desperate pleas. Mayfair huffs—if they wanted to sing and dance so bad, why not just ask to join the band?

Mayfair’s so focused on pinpointing Lucy Gray’s colorful skirts—how could she not be, when Lucy Gray’s costume is so in your face about being so pretty?—that she jolts when Billy Taupe approaches her.

“Fancy a dance, honey?”

And there goes that feeling again. The Covey have such a hypnotizing quality to their voice, which must be why Mayfair takes his outstretched, sweaty hand and lets him lead her on stage.

Forget about the bright lights and the expectant audience—the most disorienting part of this entire thing is being in Lucy Gray’s arms.

Well, that made sense. Billy Taupe spun her around a few times, but since he was responsible for playing an actual instrument, he had to hand her off to Lucy Gray. Mayfair studies the other participants to get a handle on what they’re supposed to be doing.

“Thumpety thump thump!”

It doesn’t look very hard. She stomps her feet in tune with the beat, holding on extra tight to Lucy Gray’s hand just in case the cheering audience knocks her off balance. Lucy Gray adds some more fancy footwork that Mayfair only keeps up with because they’re practically tethered together right now.

“Look at Frosty go!”

One more set of thumps, and then a tiny hand is prying Mayfair’s fingers from Lucy Gray’s so they can take a bow or something. Mayfair doesn’t know. She’s not a performer, but people clap for her like she’s one.

“Well, sweetheart?” It takes Mayfair a few seconds to realize that Lucy Gray’s talking to her. “Think you’ll be paying us another visit anytime soon?”

Sweetheart? Mayfair’s mouth goes dry, heart skipping a beat. Instead of answering, she takes the celebratory cup of meade some coal miner sends up on stage.

She downs all of it until her cheeks get warm and her thoughts get hazy. Now she’s the one winking at Lucy Gray.

“Fancy a dance, honey?” She echoes Billy Taupe’s words from earlier, because Lucy Gray seemed to really like that guy (for some reason). Also, the question worked wonders for Mayfair, or else she wouldn’t be up here smooth-talking annoying, dancing rainbow girls.

Lucy Gray laughs, starting up another song and pulling her in for a jig. Mayfair takes what she can get.

[tw1stedthicket]

On my way to class. Hair in bun, clipped with big silver dragon clip with dangling sword charms. Wavy hair fallin in my eyes, purple eyeliner on. Hangy wood-cut tarot card earrings of ladies with swords on them I got at a bar's misfits night. Triple studded swirly nose ring/cuff. Rainbow pride bracelets and beaded bracelets and silver tarot card and dragon rings I got from a renaissance faire. Bat and psychology symbol necklaces when I got my undergrad. T-shirt depicting skeleton lovingly watering a bunch of plants that says "in my happy place". Gay carabiner on the hip. I feel like a gay goth Hot Topic Ms. Frizzle if she taught psychology.

[shattered-starsxx]

( crossover event: vegas × detroit × district of columbia )

vital statistics. ⮕full name: Iridián Cosette Falkenrath ⮕entomology: Iridián [ Means "related to Iris or rainbows", ultimately from Greek ἶρις (genitive ἴριδος). It briefly entered the American top 1000 list in 1995, likely due to a Mexican singer named Iridián. ] Cosette [ From French chosette meaning "little thing". This is the nickname of the illegitimate daughter of Fantine in Victor Hugo's novel Les Misérables (1862). Her real name is Euphrasie, though it is seldom used. In the novel young Cosette is the ward of the cruel Thénardiers until she is retrieved by Jean Valjean. ] Falkenrath [ Derived from Middle High German falke "falcon" and rat "counsel, advice". ] ⮕nickname(s): Iri, Eerie, Dián. ⮕date of birth: March 8th 1983 ⮕place of birth: Las Vegas, Nevada. ⮕current residence: nomadic ( spends five months in las vegas, five months in detroit & two months in washington dc. ) ⮕species: mortal ⮕gender: female ⮕face claim: for this particular au plot only, strictly will be using EMERAUDE TOUBIA as the face.

⮕sexual orientation: heterosexual ⮕romantic orientation: greyromantic ⮕parents: Abigaëlle Desideria Falkenrath ( neé Garrido • mother, deceased ), Gerald Armel Falkenrath ( father, deceased ). ⮕siblings: Davinia Gerhild Falkenrath ( younger sister • alive ), Auguste Desiderio Falkenrath ( younger brother • alive ). ⮕pets: two cockatiels, Vina & Desi.

⮕vehicle(s):

⮕occupation: blackjack dealer at the bellagio, blackjack dealer at the mgm grand detroit, assassin ( detroit & district of columbia • primarily works for the Solntsevskaya Bratva. ) ⮕education: ⮕medical history: ⮕height & weight: 5'7 1/2" & 125 lbs ⮕hair & eye color: brown & hazel ⮕piercings: two in each ear, a cuff in the left, right tragus, & a double bar in her left eyebrow. ⮕tattoos: ⮕religion: lapsed christian

⮕nationality: American ⮕heritage: French - Spanish - German ⮕additional languages: fluent in French, Spanish ( Spain & Mexico ), Russian & Dutch. ⮕hobbies: journaling, ballet, knitting, & painting. ⮕favorite things: ⮕personality: ⮕zodiac sign: pisces. ⮕combat skills: to be determined.

⮕speciality: awareness of the preternatural ( how'd that happen? goes here. ) ⮕speciality #2: the ability to see "threads" that allow her to know what TYPE of species someone is. ( white with a pulsing purple outline; not from earth. | midnight black, vampires. | dark blue, demons. | neon red, werewolves. | hunter green, fae folk. | coral pink, humans. | white with a yellow halo, divine or divine half bloods. | orange, shifters. | lilac halo, magic users. | dark gray, unknown. | powder blue, half breed of another kind. ) ⮕ about this plot: • coming soon.

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Sk8 tattoo and piercing Ranga Headcannons

Reki/ Tattoos: Reki's angel gear design on right pectoral, Over the Rainbow tramp stamp with rainbow above it, blue Gear word tattoo on left bicep, Fire Balls patch tattoo on left ankle , rainbow peace sign on right ankle, snowflake on inner right wrist, blue infinity sign on ring finger, Langa's name on a Blue Heart on right bicep, see Reki's 🛹 for context)/ Piercings: Medium Gauges, black infinite ear cuffs, gold classic chain ear cuffs, black classic ear cuffs, silver star open hoop earrings with a sapphire, silver ball bar eyebrow piercing, silver tongue ball piercing, gold left lip ring piercing

Langa/ Tattoos: Yeti tattoo on left pectoral, Oliver's name birth and death date on a snowboard on inner left wrist, Hibiscus 🌺 flower on inner right wrist, Reki's name in a Red Heart on right bicep/ Piercings: silver infinite ear cuffs, silver classic chain ear cuffs, silver classic ear cuffs, gold star open hoop ear piercing with a ruby, 2 lobe piercing one a smaller version of his mother and a snowflake silver right lip ring piercing

[downstarr]

Welcome to Dos Corazones - An OFMD Modern AU. COMPLETE (52k)

Mystery. Infidelity. Crime. Skeletons in the closet. And two men who find a connection that threatens to burn them all down.

Edward Teach's mother Annie used to rule the seaside town of Dos Corazones - until the elites decided she had too much power and started tearing her down.

Years later, Stede Bonnet arrives in town. He purchases the Revenge, intending on turning into a tour boat. He's unaware of the ship's history, or its connection to Annie Teach.

Ed's got skeletons in his closet. The closer Stede gets to Ed, the more he becomes entangled in the dark heart of Dos Corazones.

-- Although the theme and setting bear little resemblance to canon - make no mistake, this IS an OFMD fic. It isn't just the vague shape of these characters in a different scenario. The story contains many references, echoes, and callbacks to canon, and many of the key character beats are remixed in a different context. I also worked hard to make sure the characterization was consistent with the show, albeit in a more serious and less comedic tone.

COMPLETE

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“Come on then, Bonnet. It’s just up this way.”

Stede Bonnet, a recent arrival to the Californian seaside town of Dos Corazones, followed a few steps behind his old school friend, Nigel Badminton.

Well, friend was a mischaracterization. Nigel and Stede had gone to boarding school together and had been one of Stede’s most prolific and cruel bullies. But he was the only person Stede knew in the entire state of California, and going to a house party at a posh beach house seemed an ideal way to meet the local community. “All right, Nigel, all right. I’m coming.”

Stede’s stylish boat shoes didn’t handle the sandy pathway well. They could have taken the neat boardwalk up to the two-level house, but Nigel was impatient and had taken them on the most direct route. By the time they made it up to the stone walkway, his white linen pants were caked with sand around the cuffs. He paused to try and brush them off, and also empty sand from his shoes.

“Get a move on,” said Nigel in an impatient tone. “We’re already late as it is.”

Stede ended up carrying his shoe up the back porch and tapping it out just before entering the packed party. A woman in a cocktail dress stepped past him and dropped something into one of the bowls at the table and scooped up her own nametag.

Nigel grabbed Stede’s hand and dragged him over to the table. “Here. Give me your keys. Write your name on a sticker and stick it on the back. Oh, and wear a nametag.”

“Is this some kind of…don’t drink and drive thing? Because I wasn’t planning on having more than a drink or two, and it’s not that far of a walk if I…”

“Just fucking do it, Bonnet. Don’t be such a killjoy.” Nigel grabbed the keys that Stede was holding, wrote his name on a sticker, and then took a minute to examine the six different bowls sitting on the table.

Each was a different colour, and each held different quantities of keys. There was one bowl that was rainbow coloured and larger than the others.

Nigel looked Stede over with a sneering, cruel-edged look that Stede recognized from dozens of childhood pranks, before dropping his keys into a baby blue bowl. He then slapped a nametag on the chest of Stede’s fitted pink flamingo button-up, smirked, and then nodded towards the bar. “Let’s get a fucking drink, ay?”

—

Nigel’s interest in Stede vanished as soon as both men had their first drink. “Stay here. Mingle. I’ve got some people to say hello to.” Then the man disappeared into the crowd, towards a cluster of people. He never came back. But he did spot the occasional glance and snickering look cast his way.

It was not lost on Stede that Nigel wasn’t wearing a name tag, nor had he dropped his keys in a bowl. Roughly half the people at the party of various genders had nametags on, while the other half didn’t.

Stede sipped his drink of rum and pineapple juice and squeezed himself into a corner. He was usually an outgoing and personable man, but something about Nigel turned him into a scared, bullied child again. He thought about leaving, but he didn’t want to earn a reputation as a killjoy days after arriving in town.

Then, Stede lost sight of Nigel altogether. Some of the keys began disappearing from the bowls, and the party seemed to be thinning out. He looked down at his watch and then sighed. “I should’ve known better,” he murmured to himself. Then he shot back the rest of his drink and moved back to the bowl that contained his keys.

Stede pawed around in it for a moment but he couldn’t find his keys.

“The Gentleman Pirate, I presume?” came a voice from behind him.

Stede turned to find a tall man with long salt-and-pepper hair pulled up into a bun and a short beard that was likewise graying. His arms were covered in tattoos. He wore a purple crop top and leather pants that rested low on his hips.

“P…pardon?” Stede stammered.

The man held up his keys and displayed the keychain which read ‘Gentleman Pirate Tours.’ He flipped it over, eyed his nametag, and the sticker with the name written on the back. “Stede?”

“Yes, I am. Ah, I was looking for those…” Stede reached out for his keys.

Instead, the man caught his hand and shook it firmly, making eye contact as he did. “I’m Ed. Pleased to meet you.”

Stede blinked and registered the other man’s accent. A look of delight flashed over his face. “Ah…kia ora?”

Ed returned the smile with equal brightness. “Kia ora. I thought I heard a Kiwi accent. Nice to meet you, man. Music to my ears. Not many of us around here.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been here a few weeks, m’self,” said Stede. “Ah, uh…sorry. I was just going to…” he motioned to the keys Ed was still holding.

“Did you change your mind?”

Stede watched as people all around the room started to pair off, or in some cases, in trios, then filter to the stairs or back towards their cars. Not everyone was doing so, but the party was certainly less populated than when he’d arrived.

Then, slowly, everything clicked into place. Stede turned pink and swallowed, and his eyes got big. Then he leaned into Ed and whispered. “Is this…is this a key party? I didn’t know people actually did those.”

Ed grinned and shrugged, wobbling a little. “Well, yeah. Jackie has these once a… hold on. Who brought you?”

“Ah, an old schoolmate of mine. Nigel Badminton?”

Ed snorted. “That guy’s a dick. No offense.” He held up a hand.

“Oh, none taken. Especially since this all seems to have been a hilarious joke on me to trick me into coming to a sex party.” Stede sighed. “Look, I’m really sorry. It’s all a misunderstanding. He just dragged me here and made me throw my keys in the bowl. I really didn’t know what I was in for.”

Stede wasn’t sure, but Ed seemed to be a bit disappointed.

Ed tapped the keychain against his palm and considered, then he leaned in. “Listen. I think we can help each other out. There’s no one left with keys in a bowl that I wanna go home with. And that dick Badminton will think he’s won if you walk out of here alone. So why don’t we just…go for a walk or something? And then when no one’s looking, go our separate ways?”

Stede took a moment to hold Ed’s gaze. The man with the pierced eyebrow and tattoos had warm, kind brown eyes. There was something about him, despite the biker edge to his style, that made Stede surprisingly comfortable and at-ease. “All right,” he murmured. “Can we steal a drink for the walk?”

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[bastart13]

I love how you analyze the characters in the arcana in terms of design and fashion and i have a quick question for you: how do you go about giving ocs the same level of design? I love how the arcana has shapes/motifs in a characters body type through their style but i cant figure out how to implement it myself. Thanks for all your design analysis on the arcana!!

It's hard to say exactly how to implement motifs because it tends to evolve over time as you draw more outfits for a character. Any sort of fashion style or shape language can be interpolated from a single outfit. I'll also add that I doubt the Arcana artists were as specific as "Lucio must always have a decorated cuff". A lot of design is unconscious or coincidence based on what you instinctually want a character's aesthetic to be.

But, onto the actual advice.

Think about your specific character. What sort of outfits do they like? Do they like revealing or concealing clothing? Loose or tight? Skirts or trousers? Do they hate pressure on their joints or need long-sleeves? Do they have a favourite colour or aesthetic? Do they enjoy simplicity or complexity?

Then, think about shape language: Do you emphasise their height or build or try to downplay it. Try and use repeating shapes or repeating combinations of shapes, such as straight lines, curves, rectangles, or triangles. It helps if the shape comes from their base design, such as their eyes, jaw, or hair.

Colours and patterns: This is almost purely what aesthetic you like. Pastels, rainbows, goth, etc. I've found sticking to a single colour as a theme can come off as unnatural or cartoonish as it can be strange to only wear blue (though this can still work). What can work better is finding a colour theme. Warm colours, natural colours, gemstone colours, dull colours, etc. This gives cohesion to the style without being uniform. As for patterns, returning to the shapes from before and using symbols or cultural/aesthetic inspirations helps. Similar to the palette, don't be afraid to give your character multiple inspirations (eg. garden plants & nautical)

Symbolism & Theme: Related to the pattern inspiration, but broader. If a theme for your character is self-reliance, you can symbolise this with a focus on hands by giving your character gloves or rings, as well as giving their outfits a mishmash of textures as if they put it together themself. A theme of restriction can be shown through repeated emphasis on the neck with high collars or necklaces and tight, concealing outfits with straight line patterns like prison bars. This is the fun part because you can find a theme you like or one that fits your character and run with it!

Now, the bright side is that this is entirely cyclic: You can draw what you find pretty and work back into character, or you can use your character to inspire something pretty. You won't go into a design with all of this thought out beforehand. Some of it you should, but some of it you'll find along the way. Remember, while it's useful for costume design to reinforce character, not every part of an outfit will tell you about someone. I've certainly worn clothes I wouldn't consider part of my style.

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To give examples, these are how I did it with Isha and Abosede

Isha

Practical/Character Focused: Isha is disabled. They're missing an arm and because of that they usually wear simple, loose clothing they can pull on and off until their masquerade outfit where it becomes more intricate as they have a partner to help them. They're pear-shaped and overweight so I give them bottom-heavy outfits, often with a draping or loose lower half. There's asymmetry with their arm, so I give them protective or decorative accessories on their wrist/forearm. They also tend to wear loose, short sleeves to avoid hanging or having to cut off a sleeve. Their hair is usually tied back to stay out of their face, but never that complicated.

Aesthetics/Inspiration: Isha has Arabic and Pakastani inspiration, so I draw from those sorts of styles. They have fire, rebirth, and celestial symbolism so I tend to give them warm sunset colours along with sun/star patterns. Their colours are dark and saturated but I use white to balance it. Due to their blocky but pear-shaped build, I give them rectangular tops with a wide lower-half to emphasise their bottom-heavy design and squarish features.

Abosede

Practical/Character Details: Abosede is very tall and makes a lot of her own outfits. She doesn't like restrictive or revealing clothing, so they tend to be long, flowing skirts and dresses with long sleeves and often a high collar. She loves bright colours and likes making an impact, so her clothes use a lot of different patterns and colours at once. She's crafty and makes a lot of her own jewellery. She wears a lot of wooden beads especially because she likes how they feel to click together. She wears a lot of bright makeup and loves styling her hair in different ways to match her outfits.

Aesthetics/Inspiration: Abosede has northwest African inspiration, specifically Yoruba so a lot of her outfits and the patterns are inspired by traditional dresses. She has a thin, tall build that I emphasise with long outfits usually with a wrap or sash to give her a tight waist. She has a lot of overlapping, curved layers to make her asymmetric and irregular to suit her personality. The colours are natural but eccentric like tropical birds or flowers, which I also use as her symbols.

[avenging-fandoms]

cevans + #37 (smut) and #2 (fluff) <33

2: Oh my god, did you just say that out loud? 37: She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.

warning: use of sex toys, sub!evans

*words: 1804

tags:@operation-spot @thatoneperson5000

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chris sat at the bar with his forth beer in hand, your hand on his thigh as you looked over to where he stared. he took a sip of his beer, smacking his teeth and shaking his head. “i don’t know, yn, should i try it?”

“try what, chris?” you smile and look at him, chris nodding in the direction of a girl who kept glancing at him. “try hitting on her?”

“yeah, why not? she seems nice” you shrug and finish your drink, chris biting his lip and finishing his beer, standing up and stumbling a bit. you chuckle and he looked back at you, and you looked away as you ordered a new drink. chris headed over to the girl and you slyly watched, rolling your eyes and drawing your eyes to your cup as you watched chris hand over his phone.

chris came back over and sat back down next to you, showing his screen. “wow, nice one” you said monotone, taking a sip of your drink. chris looked at you with a confused smile, putting his phone in his pocket. “seriously, congrats”

“what?” chris asked and you looked at him, shaking your head. “she’s nice, i like her. if you talked to her you’d think the same. but.. i think she’s got a secret side to her” he said softly and leaned in, his tipsy eyes catching yours. “at first, she was nice. very sweet girl. then she started to make these comments. she may seem like lollipops and rainbows.. but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips” he bit his lip and you smile, laughing in his face.

“oh my god, did you just say that out loud?” you laughed and he backed away. “chris, that girl is vanilla. she’s got no latex skill unless it’s a balloon”

“oh yeah, how would you know?” he pushed your shoulder and you side eyed him, tilting your head to the side and downing your drink. you grabbed chris’s shirt, pulling his face close to yours.

“we’re going to my place. i’ll let you crash on my couch” you smile, chris nodding slowly and following you like a lost puppy out the bar doors and to your car. he plopped himself in your passenger seat, looking over at you as you started the car, and he wondered what you had planned up your sleeve as you drove without once looking over at him.

you unlocked your front door and you and chris stepped inside, your cool ac house feeling so nice from the warm summer night. you looked back as chris and held out your hand, chris looking at your hand and then at you with a curious smirk playing on his lips. he slapped his hand into your palm, and you took him upstairs to your bedroom.

chris sat on the edge of your bed, watching as you opened your closet doors. you took a breath and spun on your heels, chuckling as you let out a breath. “i’ve only showed about 3 people what i’m about to show you. and if you don’t want to see it anymore, i understand”

“what, you’re not a serial killer, are you?” chris joked and you pulled out your cardboard box, setting it next to chris. his eyes followed the box, his fingers pulling it up and widening his eyes as he saw the contents. chris took out the tassel whip, running it over his fingers. “yn.. this is..” his sentenced trailed off and your stomach churned as you waited for his response. “this is so hot”

you smirk, picking up your head. “yeah? do you.. wanna try them out? you can say no”

“fuck yes” you smiled and stood in between his legs, kissing him slowly. the whip fell on the bed next to chris as his large hands cupped your ass. he pulled you forward and you pulled away, shaking your head. “you are mine, chris” you whisper, pulling his shirt up and picking up the whip. you run the leather tassel over his chest and on his back, smacking it onto his stomach softly. “get naked, chris. i want you laying on the bed” he nodded and stood up, pulling off his jeans and boxers. you smacked the whip against his thighs, smirking as you heard a whimper.

chris listened and laid against the pillows, and you moved the box to your desk. you grabbed the vibrator taking off your shoes. “safe word system is red, yellow and green. understand?” he nods and you hit his stomach with the tassels, chris jumping slightly. “words, pet”

“y-yes yn” you smile and turned on the vibrator, pressing it under his cock. chris gasped and trembled, closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan as the new pleasure. “yn, y-your mouth”

“my mouth, what about it? you want it on your cock, chris?” he nodded desperately, making you laugh in his face. “you have to work for that, pet. how are you feeling?”

“green” he moaned out, his cock twitching and his pre cum dripped down his shaft. you moved the vibrator down slowly, chris humming as the new wave of pleasure rushed through him, leaving a funny feeling at the pit of his stomach. “holy fuck” you wrapped your hand around chris’s cock and you pumped him slowly, the vibrator moving up and down at an awfully slow pace. “please.. please fuck me”

“you sound pathetic, chris. do you think that girl from the bar could make you tremble like this? having you begging like i do?” your mouth kissed along the bottom of his stomach, chris moving his hips up.

“no, o-only you, holy fuck” he trembled and you pulled the vibrator away, chris letting out a whine. he grabbed your hand and you looked at him, pulling it away and grabbing the handcuffs. you secure them behind his back and rolled him back over, sitting on his thighs after taking off your clothes.

your hands wrapped around his cock again, the pad of your index finger slowly rubbing around the tip. you smile and look at chris, his face flushed and lip trembling as he needed you. you grabbed the vibrator again, pressing it to your clit and shivering.

“please, yn. can i at least taste you?” he asked quietly and you let out a small chuckle, leaving the vibrator against his cock as you straddled his face. “thank you” he moaned before flicking his tongue against your clit. you let out a sigh, running your fingers through his already messy hair as you moved your hips. chris moaned against you, making you shiver.

chris's hands gripped the seats underneath him as he drank in every ounce of you. his tongue left no place untouched, and he whimpered as you gripped his hair. you pulled away and sat back on his thighs, his beard glistening with your juices.

"how bad do you want me, chris? how bad do you want your cock buried in me?" you smirk and he bit his lip softly, watching as you rubbed up and down his chest and stomach slowly.

"so bad, yn, please, i want you so bad. i want to fuck you so fucking bad, yn, please"

"spit" you held your hand to his mouth and he did, watching you closely as you stroked his cock. you held it as you sank down slowly, pulling your hips up and teasing his tip. chris uttered 'please' over and over and moaned as you sat down all the way. "fucking shit, chris" you whispered and pressed your hand against his chest, the other holding a vibrator against your clit, chris feeling it as well.

you moved your hips slowly, you and chris moaning as the pleasure washes over the both of you. you leaned forward and kissed chris slowly, chris thrusting his hips into you. you gasp softly as his thrusts hit your g-spot, holding his chin and biting his lip.

"you like my cock, yn?" he grunted and you nod, chris's tongue tickling the roof of your mouth as you opened it to moan. your hand moved to his throat, digging your nails slightly into his skin.

"you're the one handcuffed here, i don't know why you're talking to me like that" he tugged on the handcuffs and you smirked, pulling him out of you. you helped chris sit up and he knelt on the bed, and you bent over in front of him. you guided his cock into you again and you turned off the vibrator, throwing it on the rug. "be a good boy and fuck me hard, chris"

"could you take off the handcuffs? i promise i'll make you cum so hard you see stars" chris panted and you smiled, unlocking the cuffs and chris threw them to the side, gripping your hips and pounding his hips into yours.

the bed rocked against the wall you were sure the headboard was putting holes in the wall. your nails scraped up chris's thigh, chris flipping you over onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

"yes chris, fuck, right there, holy shit. such a good listener" he smiled and kissed you sloppily, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths. his fingers rubbed your clit fast, your eyes rolling as wave of pleasure rushed through your stomach. "make me cum, chris, make me cum all over your cock" you mumbled into his mouth, chris nodding and picking up the pace of his hips, repeatedly hitting you g-spot. "fuck" your back arched and you pressed your chest against his, trembling as you came around him, chris not stopping as he brought himself to an orgasm.

chris pulled out and you stroked his cock, chris whimpering and letting out a moan as his cum painted your stomach and breasts. you both sigh contently, chris kissed you and grabbed some tissues from the box on your nightstand, wiping you clean and throwing it away.

you and chris laid down against the pillows, chris grunting. he pulled the tassel whip out from under his butt, making the both of you laugh. chris threw it into the box and looked at you, brushing his thumb against your jaw. "so.. are we still friends?" you ask quietly and he laughs, nodding.

"more like friends with benefits, yn. where did you learn all of this shit?" he asked and you shrugged, scooting closer next to him. "well.. i would definitely like to learn more"

"maybe you can call that girl from the bar" you tease and he held your throat, making you look at him.

"i don't think she can make me feel as good like you just did, yln" you smirk and kiss him hungrily, chris pulling you on top of him again as your tongues pressed together, giggling into each other's mouths.

[my-avengers-obsession]

Loxi x M!Reader "Little Brother" 1/2

Warning(s): Cursing, Stupidity :) Note(s): I'm tired of writing the same story that's like 'oh, Y/N has a crush on so and so. And because it's a fanfiction, the character automatically likes them back and they're gonna fuck on rainbow' lol + this is just random lol Pairing(s): Loki x LittleBrother!Reader , Thor x LittleBrother!Reader (It's platonic, you sick fucks) Proofread: I edited words as I wrote Word Count: 798 Words Summary: Y/N has wanted to be like Loki since day one. Wanting to set his brother free, Y/N follows S.H.I.E.L.D. guards and breaks his brother out of the cell only to be captured by the guards then confronted by Thor. Point of View: Third —

"Hey!" Y/N's demanding voice was heard down the cold, dark hallway. Some guards looked back while the others shuffled away to lock the dark haired villain away before interrogation.

"Hey!" The voice got louder as the man with broad shoulders started to charge at them. This was the real test to see who was a coward.

It was easy to tell that none of them were since they worked for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"How did you get in here?" Y/N turned around when he heard his other older brother, Thor. Y/N stormed over to the blonde giving the guards enough time to toss Loki into the cell.

"They took Loki, he did nothing wrong!" Y/N shouted, it must've been an Asgardian trait.

Thor huffed and looked down at the younger man, "He injured and killed people..he tried to take over the planet. If we cannot control him, think about all the damage he could cause!" Thor started to walk after the (H/C) haired man.

"He did nothing wrong," Y/N repeated himself as he walked towards the call in the dimly lit hall. "He was asserting dominance and these pussies couldn't take it."

"What is a pussy?" Thor asked dumbfounded.

"Forgot, I spent more time here with these dimwits than you." Y/N mumbled and continued walking away from the giant blonde.

"You and Loki are so power hungry. Why can you not accept the role you were born in, huh?"

Y/N growled, his hands from into fists and he halted. He turned his body around and puffed his chest at his older brother, "Because I can always be better than what I am. I will never settle." He turned and stormed off yet again.

Thor sighed and walked away, even gods had to take a break every now and then.

Y/N found the room and gasped. "Look what they have done to you, brother.." He looked at the high tech muzzle.

Loki looked up, he was sitting in the corner. His hair was slightly wet. He looked like a depressed shelter dog who was put in time out for being mean to the other dogs.

Loki managed to get up and shuffled to the front. His voice was muffled, but Y/N understood the directions. Y/N grabbed onto the bars and started to bend them. He punched Loki's muzzle and watched it break. "You would think a prestigious organization would make it Asgardian proof." He mumbled

Loki got out of the cuffs and looked at his brother, his eyes watered and his thin lips turned into a manipulative smile, "Thank you, Y/N. I am forever in your debt or whatever these puny humans say."

Y/N nodded and opened the door, Loki got out and started walking towards the exit quickly. Y/N followed his role model, "Thor will not be pleased to know I let you out."

"I thought you did not care what the oaf thought." Loki's eyes looked to the direction of Y/N's voice, but he never turned his head. He got to the exit and touched the door, it felt like sweet..sweet..delicious..freedom!

He opened the door and the alarms went off, soon, the two of them were taken and thrown into another cell. This one had more security, they even had new guard friends to watch their door!

Y/N rolled his eyes when Thor came to the bars, "I know you are upset with me..uh, I guess I'm sorry..even thought I was doing the right thing!" He turned to yell at the guards, "Captivity is immoral!"

"When will you learn, little brother?" Thor looked at Y/N and walked away.

"I've learned...it's just different from what you have.." Y/N huffed and leaned back on the cold steel. "I'm breaking out of here."

Loki looked up from the book in his hands and smirked at the boy. "And that is why you are my favorite little brother."

"I-I'm your only little brother?"

"Just take the compliment."