#seabond

[hiphopcherrrypop]

pov ray finds out kai likes cole + wants to play wingman

[tenderlove]

a   starter   for   @seabonded​

                      the  fear  aejeong  feels  is  almost  paralyzing  and  utterly  real ,  though  she  could  swear  the  situation  is  only  happening  in  her  subconscious .  at  first ,  tries  to  remain  calm .  the  smell  of  blood  isn’t  real ;  she  is  safe  in  bed ,  asleep .  then ,  aejeong  doesn’t  remember  going  into  her  room ,  can’t  even  recall  the  moment  she  got  home .  the  pulls  and  tugs  on  her  body  feel  too  real ,  as  well  as  the  voices  whispering  next  to  her  ears .  alone  in  the  streets  at  such  ungodly  hours ,  aejeong  has  the  urge  to  run .  though  she  can’t  see  or  touch  any  blood ,  it’s  ferrous  smell  is  alarming ,  coming  from  too  close ,  right  under  her  nose ,  and  the  fear  is  adrenaline  inducing  enough  to  get  her  moving .  though  breathing  and  repeating  it  is  only  a  dream  countless  times ,  it  doesn’t  bring  it  to  an  end .  on  the  contrary ,  only  seems  to  get  worse .  since  gaslighting  herself  out  of  this  won’t  work ,  she  has  no  other  option  than  to  move .  it  is  hard  to  do  so  in  heels ,  but  nothing  will  stand  in  her  way .  certainly  not  the  well  known  figure  that  stands  in  her  way .  either  part  of  her  imagination  or  not ,  not  even  chuhua  deserves  to  be  left  to  face  whatever  is  after  aejeong .  moved  by  pure  instincts ,  aejeong  grabs  her  arm  and ,  without  slowing  down ,  she  pulls  the  other  woman  with  her .

[jaywalker-daily]

Master of the Mountain is actually the only thing keeping me from saying Ninjago should’ve ended after the Oni trilogy

[neveraftcr-a]

closed starter for @seabonded​ // from ezra castro

          “ can i stay with you tonight? i don’t wanna go home yet. ”

[st-armand]

Dancefloor Divination

( Reposted from @armands-sanctum ) Summary: Hobie meets you at a club he's going to for the first time, amongst a sea of dazed partiers

Authors Note: Ye asked and ye shall receive. Theres a lot imagery I LOVE to use like planets. Content Warnings: Suggestive and sensual dancing, description of bodies, revealing clothing, fem reader, explicit language, Black!Reader, reader wears a wig (?) (Sorry guys I wear wigs and that’s the only hair I can write rn, also I never see any representation for wig wearers and Hobie, and baby I wear luxurious bundles), bad british slang but I always take criticism and pointers.

Masterlist

Hobie doesn’t often go to dance clubs, he prefers his underground rock shows, or grungy basements filled with listeners thrashing about each other in unison. But that doesn’t mean he shits on clubs, he enjoys all genres, especially by black artists and he’s always down to give anything a listen once or twice.

In this instance, one of Hobie’s bandmates’ partner was desperate to go out, and since they couldn’t find anyone else to accompany them, the band decided to join, plus it would be a change of pace for them all.

Spending an hour ‘pregaming’ (He didn’t know that was a thing usually getting shitfaced at a pub or bar he never thought to get piss drunk before going out,) with his mates and their significant others, smoking up Hobie’s apartment, (He’s always the designated host, always welcoming his peers into his home, no matter the occurrence, and he has piles of clothing from and for his friends so they can comfortably exist in the space.) animated laughs and hushed whispers of gossip echo through its brick walls, garments thrown about as everyone deliberates their outfits.

But the real party begins when they arrive at the nightclub. Encompassed by neon lights and tinted glass, the deeply reverberating bass rocking the concrete below their feet and ringing in their ears. This alone causes Hobie’s blood to rush in his veins, he’s feeling very excited and is only spurred on by the gaggles of people waiting in line and loitering outside the joint, many in awe at the punks, despite it being a normal fashion style in their world, the club goers don’t often get punks at their venues, maybe the occasional goth, especially cyber goths.

Most people are more concerned with entering the venue on time to reach their friends, others are on the prowl for a late night conquest and a sultry dance partner for the rest of the night, flocking to the few single members of the band, like Hobie, similar to moths to a hot and bright flame.

“Hey sexy lemme take you home tonight,” “Looking so damn fine tonight baby…”

But amongst adoring, screaming, fainting fans at his shows, and intriguing invitations for ending the night to end in a cosmic collision of passion, Hobie was in his element, a super-giant compared to the smaller stars around him, they all revolved in unison, and science knows that those with the most gravitational pulls crush all underneath their force.

At the recognition Hobie pulls on his impish smirk, letting his tongue hook into his lip piercing, languidly swiping his tongue over his full lips.

“One at a ‘ime, don’t crowd, yea?”“ You’ll all ‘et a piece of me soon, I promise”

Hobie loves the attention, he is innately cool, but his look and presence was something he had to create with time, his mask was the anchor to the role of spiderman—the seabond vessel, keeping him grounded against the turbulent waters of life, Hobie himself being the captain.

Despite loving the attention and basking in the crowd, he is very particular about the people he allows in his life, watching others with a keen eye.

He may seem overbearing, aloof, and boisterous, he takes on these roles to adapt to the environments he’s in, but Hobie always keeps his best cards last, and close to his chest, the type of person to step in and defend the helpless, but let his adversaries tear each other to shreds.

But as all the conversations, the music, and Hobie’s thoughts settles into the space, a car pulls up onto the curb of the sidewalk, crunching the loose pavement underneath its tires. Hobie glances in the direction of the sleek black car, a group of confident young adults leaving the vehicle. Their strides are self-assured, a practiced strut around the car, and onto the sidewalk.

But amongst them all is you, another super-giant celestial entering the interstellar fray of the nightlife, you radiate an authority that rivals his.

Apathetic expression, lidded eyes, pristinely styled hair tickling your back, exposed in the most tormenting way, by the skin tight midnight black dress, strings of pearls anchoring the dress to your body. Hobie is intrigued, but his curiosity is broken as he’s being ushered into the club.

He also doesn’t mind shamelessly swiveling his head to get a last look, as you and your friends advance into the venue without a breath in the direction of the line. The inside of the club was filled with moving bodies in every foreseeable crevice, a hand on his shoulder guides him to the space his mates have decided to occupy, a standing table.

Your scent has heads whipping in your direction, gracing them with your domineering presence, the crowds of people part like the Red Sea for Moses—like it’s god’s will for them to make space for you all like an assembly of dance club diviners.

You seem disinterested in the acts of the others around you, in their drunken and high hazes, senses melding into each other in a cocktail of euphoria.

Hobie’s dark eyes lose your form amongst the animated crowd, when he does start to get a clearer image of your body and hair in the crowd as you make your way to the dancefloor. Your hips bumping and rolling in rhythmic movements.

You and your friends crowd around each other, playfully grabbing and dancing with each other, hands lingering on each other’s forms, with giggles and laughs that roll your head back.

Hobie is enthralled at the way your neck lolls to the side, your hair rustling from the nape your neck to the bottom of your hips.

Amongst the rest of the rest of the crowd, who is equally as fascinated by the group dancing, they allow more space for the lights on the ceiling to fully illuminate their features.

With the oceanic mob of bodies, limbs and hips moving in tandem to each other to the music, not in complete sync, but enough to feel an overwhelming sense of understanding with your peers amongst the music, breathing ragged, figures moving, grinding, swaying, rocking.

And with them, you look like a prophet, amongst her people, guiding them through a sacramental disco.

He wants to join the ritual too, and be led by your body in the midst of the haze.

He departs from the table with his friends with an, “Oy ‘m leavin’ gunna go check out the dancefloor”

He lets his body guide him, swaying lightly to the tempo (He can’t dance, but he knows how to work his body a bit). He approaches slowly, letting the wave of people direct him to the center to find you. The closer he gets to your back, one of your friends excitedly gestures her hands ‘behind you, BUT don’t look’ and whispers, “Sexy roguish guy approaching you at 6 o’clock”

The whole group buzzes with excitement, and you all increase the authority behind your movements, sultrier, more enticing, a spectacle of your splendor. If one friend found a dance partner, the others will too, keeping a close distance to each friend, and to make sure no creeps slide in between dance partners.

You let Hobie descend onto you, you’ve already been given the heads up, a brush of hair teases your neck and the side of your face, before a glint of metal grazes your ear as Hobie leans to whisper,

“Hope you don’ mind me sliding in here real quick?”

He asks you genuinely making sure you’re interested in dance with him, you cheekily turn your body to face him, letting your hair fall to one side of your shoulder.

You take his countenance in, tall, dark skinned, and gorgeous, eyes holding an immeasurable depth to its warmth, you could easily drown in, and impish smirk on his face, full lips with a ring that scuffed your ear prior.

Hobie stands at full attention, looking down at you in all his mischievous punk brilliance, looking at you expectantly and considerately.

Your words fail you, but that’s fine, your mask is still unbreakable, this is your domain, and you live amongst it with ease, evolved to be fully adapted to your environment.

You flash a smile that allows for a chaste peak at your canines, turning back into your regular position to dance, and letting Hobie’s hands slot your bodies together.

Now you’re no dancer (unless you are) but dancing like this with a man that looks as good as Hobie, you NEED to slow it down, you want him to feel every inch of your body grinding against him with the music, you do just that.

Hobie’s hands glide their way along your hips, holding the fat of your thighs tightly, drawing your closer to his lower half.

Your hips roll in against his front, ticking them every so often to snares or high hats just to throw him off, which results in a deep rumbled laugh bubbling in his chest that reverberates through your body, causing you to smile widely.

Hobie is inebriated off the impression of your body, and the languid circles your small waist whines in, the way your skin and the contrast of the fabric of your outfit feels drives him to senselessness, the second-hand high and lingers of alcohol on his tongue consume his senses, and his reserves.

Hobie takes a gentle hand to scoop a handful of your long tresses, twirling them at its ends to drape the bundles away from your back so he has an unobstructed view of the bare skin, you tense at the feeling, alarmed that he is touching your hair.

"Don' worry luv, 'm being careful, don't want ya hair getting ruined right beautiful?”

“Garms makin’ you look too good”"I'll be gentle wit' ya, be real sweet on you too."

The other hand moves from your hips to your waist, urging you to move faster, grind harder, to take him faster to his breaking point, eyes pried to the shape of your muscles constrict and releasing with every movement, a sheen of sweat covering the exposed skin from the heady, steamy air.

His lithe fingers cloak your flesh, finding exhilaration in gripping your body as he pleases, moving you just how he wants along his body, and you make no contests to letting him lead your figure as he saw fit, melding into each other’s form.

Your friends acknowledge the sensual dance between you and Hobie, cheering you on and sharing knowing giggles between dancing with their own partners.

“Go bestie!”“Ooh~ You’re enjoying yourself huh?”“That’s my bestie dancing on a fine ass guy”

The longer the dance goes, as songs change, the dance between the two of you grows heavier, lingering caresses, soft whines, hushed whispers “Movin’ so sexy f’ me”“Look s’ good whining on me like that,”“Can I dance wit’ ya for the rest of the night?”

With time as the two of you are absorbed in each other, the club occupants dwindle and trickle out of the party.

You and Hobie cease your dancing soon to regroup with your respective friends, but the tension is lingering, even your friends notice this, so they linger back with each other, the parties colliding into fits of laughter, and conversations of their two peers who seem to be magnetized to each other.

Your groups walk to the exit and onto the pavement, legs sore, heels abandoned and nestled into bags and arms, complaints for water and food, Hobie turns you to flashing another smile, his lip ring reflecting the neon nights and the purple hue of dawn approaching in a few hours.

“Wanna spend the rest of the night with us, me even?”

[legendsoffandoms]

Thinking about two Lloyd Dr aus rn

1. Is like a mercenary/bounty hunter(though he refuses to hunt dragons and oni) instead of staying at the monastery, because he needs money to buy food and supplies. So he starts doing bounty and/or letting people hire him. Though he doesn’t do jobs that kill people and/pr creatures at first, but over time he slowly starts taking them. But he only kills people who he thinks deserve it, so he’s a relatively good guy. He also doesn’t take jobs from clearly bad people, and doesn’t go through with a job once he realizes the person who hired him is bad.

But he still ends up finding Arin and Sora(and Ryu), and becomes their dad :). But oh no, he finds the ninja. And they aren’t supportive of the whole job, so that’s a big plot point. Oh and maybe Imperial (or however you spell it) try and hire Lloyd, another plot point. Arin and Soea get nervous thinking he’ll accept. Blah blah angst

He also looks like a bad ass, has horns because yes. Though his long hair hides it, because coolness. The kiddos love putting his hair up to reveal his horns and side shave. Oh, he also has dragon features like ears and a tail that he hides.(Fun fact: I gc them as dark green and black because his oni side is gold and purple. And I want them to be opposites but also really not)

Also the reason to me why he could not stay the monastery despite still being dumped there, is because he is traumatized. He doesn’t want to be in the place where he lived with his family. Because honestly, he doesn’t even know if they’re alive. And that thought alone convinced him to find somewhere else, now he didn’t settle far. In cause he did find the Ninja, but he hadn’t touch the place since he packed up his things and left. Just random check up’s to make sure no one tried to stay there. (This is just my hc for this au, you can have a different reason or him just not landing there at all. I honestly don’t mind if you don’t like the reason and go for something else, whatever you feel is right)

2. Is like an au where the events of the merge happen a lot sooner, and at the end of crystallized I hc Lloyd as 16(which is says on the fandom wiki but idk if that’s cannon or not). So instead of being in his early 20s Lloyd is like 14.

Because this happens before seabond, so Lloyd is 14. And trying to navigate the world(now to make this au line up, Arin and Sora are gonna be a bit older than they would be. So like 8-10)

And now Lloyd is a dad with two kids and a baby dragon, he has no idea what to do. And is on the verge of a meltdown 24/7 like dr Lloyd is.

Oh and he hasn’t unlocked his oni powers yet cause of the timeline, so angst anyone??

There’s my aus, do what you will with this lol

And have fun out there! Oh and I would love if someone would rope in Greenflower/Forgiven Shipping in to these aus, I don’t feel like it cause I gtg write chp. 2 of my Greenflower fanfic. Which is based off a ninjago hc post I saw lol

Anyways have fun! And be safe with these traumatized kiddos

[byssnessgirl]

We all know that scene after seabond were the ninja's ask zane to put his emotions back on and just starts screaming when he does

When i was a kid i didnt understood that scene but know i understan it.the pain of losing nya must have bin terrible

[writers-ex]

G!p pirate!itzy gangbanging rival leader pirate!reader? they get into a huge fight with the reader’s crew and ship. they take out all of the reader���s crew then take her onto their ship.👀

i may not know much pirate terminology but you bet your top dollar i know that pirate crew itzy would have the biggest ship known out at sea and once they see your flag in sight immediately they set a course to loot and raid your ship, who knew that after a full takeover your spunky attitude would draw their attention and save your crew from getting maimed? the catch? your body in exchange for their freedom and, being the good captain you are, you spend the rest of your seabond life chained in the brig as their little fuck toy to take out their stress or play around when they're in the mood :)

[airis-hunter]

I'm counting on the Ninjago community to throw down some Kai centric fics in the comments please

Some where Kai is like a dad to Llloyd

Some where he rages and burns everything

Any fic with him getting pissed would be great

Ooo and him protecting everyone

Please I beg you I need them!!!!! 😍😭

(Just don't include the latest seasons (crystalizee and seabond im pretty sure) since I haven't seen it but know some of it (stupid spoilers))

[lesbianokchun-moved]

Rosalie's Irl art style reveal not clickbait?!?!???

Anyways Have SeaBond and MoonBel for today

[dentkits121]

The Recurring Expense of Dentures and What You Should Know

Almost all people assume that there is only a one time initial charge associated with buying denture, nevertheless, one must consider the recurring charges through the life within the dentures. Buying dentures is a significant decision and time has to be taken to consider the costs associated with dentures.

The continual costs meant for dentures can involve, relining, cleaning, follow-up appointments, accessories, serious pain relievers/supplements, and follow-up visits. Let's take a more detailed look at thats person can expect.

Follow-up Appointments

You possibly may have to return to your chosen dentition professional for follow-up sessions, after you start wearing your dentier. The most frequent causes will probably be for tissue change adjustments and even occlusion modifications. The expenses for these sessions will be dependent on your company's denture service provider. It would be prudent to ask your dental professional if they expect some return visits and if the follow-up appointments are provided when using the initial cost of the dentures. Know more visit on DentKits LLC

Cleaning

A person's dentures should be rinsed regularly. Some of the reasons for keeping your dentures clean are:

Associated with Stains Disinfection of Bacteria Battle Odor Decrease Plaque Dirt Remove Residual Food Particles Three of the more typical strategies which is used to keep your dentures clean are:

Ultrasonic/Ultraviolet Cleaners ($20-$100) Effervescing/Soaking Medication such as Polident ($6 for 120 tablets) Homemade Do-It-Yourself Merchandise (price dependent on creativity) The Ultrasonic cleaning gadgets use electric power waves to effectively clean your dentures where brushes are unable. The Ultraviolet devices use UV light to destroy creatures. The effervescing solutions aid in whitening stains, sanitize, and campaign odor, though you still should physically scrub your dentures for one thorough cleaning. The do-it-yourself alternatives can vary from utilizing scrub, common food grade hydrogen peroxide to household dishwashing detergent and water. Care and attention needs to be taken when researching a do-it-yourself vacuum-cleaning strategy so you do not damage your dentures.

Relining

A dentier reline is in essence a refitting of your denture. This will it's likely that be required because your mouth, tissue, and bone can transform throughout your life. If your denture is not remaining in position, it might be time for some reline. The amount of relines a denture will require in its life is obsessed with factors, such as but not limited to: loss of weight, alcohol consumption, health, together with medications. You will find hard and soft reline possibilities. Most people perhaps have their hard reline performed by a dentist and can expect to take in a charge of $300-$500. This type of reline is comparatively long-term stunning a soft reline.

A soft reline is often a temporary option. Folks could easily refit the denture by themselves. You will find denture reline kits marketed on-line and at stores. For instance, Seabond is a liner that people will be able to apply to the denture themselves. However , these may be considered as brief liners and last around three days. The cost is simplified, but it can become quite costly if an individual has to reline their valuable denture every few days. The value of a do-it-yourself denture reline set up may be as low as $12.

[hustlemeanokay]

Real talk time - so, let's talk toofers for a sec. Because I don't have any. Yep - I'm like not even 40 and I have exactly zero teeth. And I'm not even remotely sorry about that - when you've suffered for years with tooth pain and you finally don't have to worry about that, as in - ever again? You're so not fucked up about not having teeth anymore. That being said - it does suck having to use oozy nasty glue to paste in the bottom plate day in and day out. So! On the off chance someone has to deal with this shit too - seriously. Get these denture adhesive strips by Poligrip. Seabond makes some too but the poligrip ones are better. They come in little presealed individual packets of these strips that you moisten and put along either side of your bottom plate and dude... dude... no ooze. Seriously. And they fucking work. And at the end of the day? No scraping and going "please come out with the plate, come on, please." None of that. They're called "Comfort Seal" adhesive strips or something. I swear, I'm never fucking buying the glue crap again. Never.

[justadddwater]

Morning energy happiness ✨🖤 🥂 we have been learning a lot of random facts doing this morning ting we do. Had no idea the history behind #bicycleday and who knew an #upsidedownpineapple meant something ?!? If United PF partners ever looked at our search history... oh boy 😂 #nationalpineappleupsidedowncakeday #nationalbicycleday #alberthoffman #happybirthdayselena #treatsfrommembers #melandkelshow #seabond #freebond #bailbonds #cradlesandladles #animalmom #randomvibrations #fitbit #planetfitness #longperiodicallytime #toomanyinsidejokes #apriil #aprili #abril #avril #melvinandkelvin #melbaandkelba #hitthesnooze #hopthesnooze #hitthesneeze (at Ocean Springs, Mississippi) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN8pJ8EAfgt/?igshid=i17ybuk12ll4

[rainbowfrogss]

⚠️SEABOND AND CRYSTALIZED SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

dude i swear I'm about to delete this edit >:(

i literally have no motivation to finish 😭

[camish-and-the-oc-gang]

Okokok so hear me out.

I remake an old character for another minecraft rp

She’s called Westover and she’s the definition of baby. She’s sweet, she’s caring, she’s a little anxious and she’s got abandonment issues partly caused by both her parents dying by the time she turned 15!

I even give her a really cute dog to help with the baby factor.

And then a new stupendium song comes out and I have the overwhelming desire to make a character with murderous customer service vibes.

So I decide that the person who raised this absolute ray of sunshine, who taught this absolute baby her trade and took care of her her entire childhood and might eventually come back as a ghost in this form

Is this woman, called Erzèbet.

If she hadn’t been struck by lighting she would have absolutely become a serial killer.

She might poison the kings coffee for making her husband go missing who knows.

I love them both and their family dynamic