#so it’s kinda hard to keep track of him when he’s flying around and doing

[artsoflilo1]

New fake kids show to add to LSTV! These two are actually revamps of characters I made a little while back. Still loved them and wanted to use their designs for something, so I came up with “Star Pops”. A story about an alien dad and his baby star son

Made a bunch of doodles of them cause I love them already lol ♥️ ⭐️ hope you guys like them too!

[luvbinnies]

just like magic

Anton thinks he works really well under pressure, especially working with the healing department at the school. That was then ruined when you showed up in the healing coven all injured and bleeding on the floor and no one else around but him.

Genre: fluff, injured, humour cuz i cant be serious

Warnings: Lee soomin. swearing, reader is bleeding cuz they got bitten, mentions of dying and being kidnapped but that cuz reader is dramatic. It’s kinda unhinged lol.

a/n: takes places in the owl house’s magic school hexside but kinda diff idk lol. I unhingely wrote this out of nowhere 😭

Wc: 3k

You knew that convincing principal Lee Soomin to take two magic tracks was hard, but you still tried anyway. Unfortunately for you he didn’t agree and forced you to still choose one. You prompted on the potions track because even through that you were still able to somehow mix different types of magic together, just in secret.

You have recently had an obsession with the beast keeping track and had secretly been sneaking into the coven whenever you can to practice out different types of magic with the animals they had in the shed.

But due to the fact you were only supposed to be learning potions magic you never learned that every animal had a special link with their companion, so meeting new people they don’t tend to always be as welcoming as you would’ve liked.

So that’s what led you to be stumbling around the school grounds trying to find your way to the dorms. Holding onto your side where a griffin had bitten you, you were also really woozy because before biting you it had shoved you causing you to go flying across the shed hitting a wall.

You couldn’t be asking anyone for help, scared that they will rat you out in mixing magics.

Again.

Holding your weight against the school walls trying to find the staircase, before you get knocked down by someone standing in front of you.

“Oh sorry about that, yn?” The person in front of you with a soft gentle voice says. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard it before.

“Yn what are you doing here it’s almost past curfew- ARE YOU BLEEDING!!”

The raise in the person’s voice startled you and caused you to jump at him to shut his mouth with your hand, pressing him against the walls you were just struggling to stand next to.

It also surprised you when you got a good look at the boy in front of you, Anton. You’ve seen him around the school loads of times. You didn’t have any classes with him because you were only allowed to take potion classes and his healing classes. But you met him once through a mutual friend, Sohee. You remember when you first met him he was incredibly shy and wouldn’t even look you in the eye, but then you started to ask him a bunch of healing magic questions and he started talking a lot more with you as you listened.

That was probably the most you’ve ever talked to him, but since then you started to see him everywhere you went. You almost thought he was stalking you, but it seemed more that you saw him more because you started to notice him more. Also the two of you have a lot of mutual friends, so it does make sense to him.

You’d always catch him at your grudgby practices since that one encounter, you weren’t sure if he showed up before you two properly met, but he most likely did since he has other friends on the team too.

Even though you don’t talk to him much, hearing the boy scream as loud as he did shocked you because he was always very soft spoken. Even at the grudgby games you’d see him in the stands cheer but you would never actually even hear him in the crowd.

Though since he’s gotten the job to help with the healings around the school a couple of months ago, you haven’t seen him around the field anymore. It didn’t bother you or anything.

But right now he was still trying to make noises with your hand on his mouth, they were more noises of concern for your well being at the moment.

You kept checking right and left before telling him to shush as you were letting go of his mouth. As you did your eyes went straight to his lips.

Just to monitor whether or not he’ll make another sound.

Maybe you were staring too intensely at his lips because his face started to get as red as the blood dripping out of your body. Or maybe you were losing too much blood, you weren’t sure.

His eyes refuse to look at you, just like when you first met him.

“Anton,” You start, trying to get his attention. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

Poor boy was completely flushed red with you leaning up against him, pushing his back to the wall. “Yn, you’re bleeding all over the floor and leaving a trail.”

You look back to the direction you came from and see that he was right. There was blood all over the floors and walls, with your bloody handprints.

Bloody handprint…

Looking back at Anton seeing that his face is partly red due to the blood you accidentally smeared all over his face. Lowering your gaze, blood was all over his and your clothes from you practically putting all of your weight on him now.

Also noticing that he had his hands around your waist, trying to hold you up right.

“I’ll manage.” You say as nonchalant as you can given your circumstances, giving him a weak smile.

As you try to pry his hands from your waist he replies. “I-I can help you.”

Letting go of his hands. “No it’s okay.”

But one step forward and you start falling to your doom.

Luckily Anton was just standing there awkwardly when you were trying to let go of his hands and watch as you attempt that step and miserably fail, but at least he was nice enough to help catch you before you fell.

“I’ll open up the infirmary and help you-”

“Nah Anton, it's good.”

“You’re literally dying.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“Oh my god.”

Anton struggles trying to get the keys from back pocket while holding a stubborn you trying to be the independent boss you are as you’re losing consciousness.

“Here I’ll get them.” You reach your hand in his back pocket. “Why are the keys soft?”

“That’s the wrong pocket yn.”

“Ah.”

Anton hopes your dying state doesn’t make you realize how red his face is, but he truly hopes you aren’t actually dying.

“Got it!” Anton takes the keys from you and quickly opens the door.

He’s glad that there isn’t anyone there at the moment so he can take care of you without you having to panic about getting in trouble for whatever stupid idea you were doing. But he was also terrified because you were probably the most injured person he was going to help his entire three months of working here.

Also because it was you.

How could you simply sit on the medical bed covered with blood everywhere, going in and out of consciousness, eyes barely staying open, with a stupid smile on your face trying to convince him you’re perfectly fine.

Maybe it was the moonlight from the window across the bed you were on that was making you look so majestical as you are right now.

But Anton knew it wasn’t that, because you always looked so incredible since the first time he saw you in the library. He couldn’t even look at you properly.

God he hopes you don’t hate him in the morning.

“Yn, I’m going to need to lift your shirt to see the wound.” He asks you slowly.

You show off your theatrical smile at him. “What wound?” As if he didn’t just save you from your devastating doom moments before.

Realizing you weren’t going to get out of this, you nod.

Anton takes a seat next to your bed as he gently lifts your bloody shirt up. He doesn’t even need to lift the shirt half way and can see the big bite at your side.

He knows you’re staring at him, watching his features to look for signs of emotions and it’s not helping him. He’s not the best actor given your question. “Is it bad?”

“No, i-it’s fine just look over there.” He points at the window. You turn your head to stare out into the nighttime, it calms Anton down a little knowing you won’t see this and that you’re no longer staring at him.

“Who or what did this to you?” He questions.

“A griffin.” You state as if it’s just the most casual thing ever.

“Do I want to know why or how?”

“Nope.” You continue to just blankly stare out to the moon as Anton does whatever he does.

He gets up quickly, moves around a lot and gets stuff, almost tripping on the other beds, before coming back next to you. “This might hurt, I’m sorry.”

You’re still staring at the moon as he speaks, “Why would you be sorry it’s the Griffins fault I’m like this.” You lied completely because honesty is boring when you’re dying.

Anton does whatever healing magic he does under your shirt, you take a deep breath preparing for pain. He sees this and tries to help by saying. “How about you talk about something unrelated to the injury? Maybe it will help you ease your mind before I do it.”

You nod. “I don’t really ever get to appreciate the moon, but it’s really beautiful.”

“You’re really beautiful.”

“Huh- AHGKC-”

Both your confusion and pained noise gets interrupted by Anton. Because he did his stupid magic trick to let you live and the pain you felt. You couldn’t even scream about it properly because pretty shy boy Anton shoved tissues into your mouth.

It was probably for the best since you were so intense about no one knowing you were dying. Honestly if Anton wasn’t where he was tonight you might’ve died on the school grounds.

It's sad though, dying in school.

As you were dying from the pain, Anton kept repeatedly saying “I’m sorry.” While holding onto your hand, with pain in his eyes seeing you like this.

When the pain stopped, Anton helped you lay your head down onto the pillow behind.

“You need rest, ok. Don’t try to get up please. I’ll check up on you in the early morning before the other healers come and clean up the mess.”

As he was about to get up, the hand that he was holding for you couldn’t get out of your grip. “Please.”

He looks to you barely awake, weak and tired from honestly he has no idea. You are attempting to ride a griffin. “Anton, will you stay with me? Please.”

You gave him a weak smile and that boy was done for. He sat back on that stool and laid his head next to yours on the bed. He’s not too sure where the confidence for both of your heads to be sharing beds came from but he didn’t care at that moment.

He just watched as your moonlight-shined face relaxed and you fell into a slumber.

The bright light shining in your face is what makes you stir from your sleep. But the unfamiliar warmth of someone’s arm around your body got you questioning things.

All you could see was blood.

There was blood on the pillow, the blanket, the bedsheets, the hand you were holding. Why were you holding someone’s hand?

Oh right, you almost died in front of Anton last night.

Is he hugging what he thinks is your dead corpse?

Are you dead? You really were confused. The last thing you remember is Anton calling you beautiful and then shoving tissues into your mouth like the gentleman he is.

The questions stop flooding your mind when you get to observe the position the two of you are in.

Your entire body was lying down on the bed, like a normal person would be sleeping like. Anton’s head and arms were on the bed but the rest of his body was completely twisted so his head and arms could be on the bed.

His head was next to yours, still smeared with blood all over because of you. One of his hands holding onto your bloody hand and the other wrapped around your resting body. With the rest of him just sitting on the stool.

You winced and thought that he stayed there all night with you in that position. Not knowing the time and not really caring at the moment. Carefully you grab onto his lower body and drag him onto the little bed next to you.

You thought you did quite a good job at not waking him up, but you guess you were wrong when he starts to stir. But for some reason you didn’t want to move just yet.

So you cause your body to go limp and wrap your arm around him so it would be difficult for him to get up and you pretend to still be sleeping.

But what you did was for nothing because he was easily able to get out of your hold when he fully woke up.

Feeling his stare as you sleep. Totally not weird. You hear him whisper something but you couldn’t make out what.

Next thing you knew is that he was carrying you bridal style off from the bed. You truly hope you were not being kidnapped.

That wasn’t the case when you remembered the familiar path to your dorm way. You really weren’t sure if you were supposed to wake up in this scenario but you just wanted to relish the moment of being in this stupid boy’s arms.

You heard the familiar voices of your roommates and some chattering before you felt your body be gently placed onto your bed.

This felt like a good opportunity to just continue sleeping, since you never have time for that ever since you started sneaking around the school grounds.

But that was ruined when the dorm room door shut and you felt your roommate throw pillows at you.

“Wake up right now and tell me why THE Anton Lee Chanyoung just carried you to the dorm.”

You don’t budge. You feel their body come closer to you and start shaking you asking you a shit ton of questions. You heard your two other roommates having a conversation of their own.

“See I told you Anton likes them, you owe twenty bucks.”

That made you shot up awake.

After escaping and half explaining why you were all bloody and with Anton all night, you tried all day to find said boy himself. But you couldn’t.

The healing coven place you were at was closed off because there was blood everywhere and no one knew whose blood it was and all you could do was hope you washed off all the blood on your body. Anton however wasn’t anywhere in sight.

You couldn’t pay attention to any of your classes all day long, but it didn’t matter too much because it was just potions anyways. Always the same things over and over again.

You couldn’t attempt checking out the healing classes without possibly getting in trouble all over again.

The next best thing was at grudgby practice asking his friends about him. But those losers weren’t any help.

“Oh, looking for a lover boy I see.” Seunghan gives you a wink before you hear a similar conversation you heard earlier today.

“Sohee, I told you yn was into Anton give me 50.” Shotaro cheers with a smile on his face, but turns and makes eye contact with you, his smile drops, realizing you heard.

He started panicking, not knowing you were completely clueless about any sort of emotional feelings about anything. But a twinkle in his eye sparkles and points behind you. “Yn look over there.”

You turn to where he was pointing at and see just the boy you were looking for.

Before you knew it you were running up to him.

“Hey, I was looking everywhere for you.”

“Hi,” He replies, not looking at you all over again.

You frown, not sure if you made him uncomfortable. “So… don’t you usually help with the healing coven at this time?”

“Oh right,” He scratches his head, looking down at his shoes like they are super interesting or whatever. “I got fired.” He says it's the coolest thing in the world.

Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Yn before you say anything, I’ll explain. I realized you were playing with other magics again and when I came back from bringing you to your dorm the other healers had come back so I simply admitted it was me. Lee Soomin got upset at me, but since it was my first time doing so, getting fired was the only punishment.”

That explanation did not help you with your grief of his job. But he seemed all fine and smiley about it. You just wanted to kiss those stupid lips on his face, you didn’t though. Him and you would probably combust.

“I didn’t like that job anyway, I don’t get to see you practice anymore because of it.”

Him saying that now got you all smiley and shit.

“Thank you for all of that Anton.” Now it was your turn to be all shy and not look at him. Which was stupid because he has a nice face and you should be appreciating it more.

“Hey, it’s all good. Now I get to be your own personal healer.” Now you just wanted to cry and giggle over this boy.

“And shove more tissues in my mouth?”

“If you want me to.” You thought that was really weird but couldn’t care less the second he grabbed your hand, just like he did on the bed as you were dying.

“You know, Lee Soomin told me you were a bad influence on me when I told him it was me and that I shouldn’t hang out with you.” He swings your arms back and forth together.

“Well Lee Soomin doesn’t deserve rights.”

Bye I’m going to go cry over my loneliness and over chem again.

[featherandferns]

30 with fluff?

30. It's impossible to say no to you.

the horror film mentioned in this is honestly scarring (but really good). it's on netflix, called gerald's game. anyway! hope this is okay!

feel free to request! - prompt list

little mouse - prompt 30

To anyone – and I mean anyone – who asked, JJ would laugh at the idea that he’s scared of horror films.

‘Those things?’ he’d guffaw. ‘They’re a whole load of crap.’

He’d claim to sleep through them. To nap away the aggravating violin music as tension builds and sit rigid like a statue during jump-scares. The Pogues weren’t really huge movie buffs as it was. They preferred to spend their time doing things rather than sitting, even if that ‘doing’ was moving their elbow up and down to funnel beer down their throats. If they ever did flick on a film, it was usually some old action movie flick. James Bond, maybe. A good stoner film goes hard too. Occasionally JJ’d be forced along to the movie theatre with Pope to see a new Marvel or Star Wars installation. They weren’t particularly bad, just not really his scene. JJ and cinema weren’t exactly a common pairing.

So, when JJ met you on the beach one time after surfing, he didn’t peg you to be a big movie goer either. The more he got to know you, the more he imagined you’d perhaps be into indie coming-of-age things. There was an aura of innocence about you. A tangy sweetness to your personality, like a granny smith apple. Bright and bubbly. The best way he could describe you to someone who didn’t know you was to say you were ‘camp counsellor material’. Approachable, friendly and fun. The kind you’d want your mama to meet and the kind your pa would be proud of.

That’s why JJ more than gladly accepted your request to watch a movie together. He’d been harbouring a crush on you since the day he accidentally crashed into you on the waves (something the Pogues teased him for relentlessly) and the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with you was not something he was going to pass up. Like I said, JJ didn’t hate movies. He just didn’t map his time around watching them.

JJ rocks up to your house with a six pack of cider and a bag of strawberry whips. He tries to keep the giddy boyish joy at bay when you casually tell him that your parents were out for the night with your younger sister. He settles onto the spot on the sofa next to you, passing you a can, wondering whether you wanted to watch that indie flick he always has floating around on his tik-tok (Lady Bug, is it? Or Lady Boy?).

“What’re we watching then?” he asks.

You tap away on the remote. “Gerald’s Game.”

“Who?”

“It’s this Stephen King horror I’ve been dying to watch since I read the book,” you say, taking a sip of your drink.

JJ frowns. Horror? You? Nah. No way. “You like horror?”

You raise a brow at him. “You don’t?”

“Don’t you think they’re kinda cheesy?”

“Not when they’re done well. Like actually good horror that doesn’t rely on stupid jump scares and scary masks,” you say. “They’re like my favourite genre.”

JJ swallows his cider down as if he’s taking medicine. Watches as you track down the movie on Netflix and click play. The only thing that has his anxiety easing is when you cuddle into his side, crossing your feet over his, outstretched on the coffee table, as if it’s the most natural thing ever.

You see, when I said that JJ would laugh at anyone who asked if he was scared of horror films, I wasn’t lying. He would. He’d shrug it off. But in reality, JJ Maybank hates horror films. He’s scared shitless of them.

As the movie progresses, JJ feels himself feeling more and more sick with anxiety. This is awful. It’s eerie and creepy and too close to something that could actually happen that it makes him feel queasy. The worst part? You don’t even seem scared! Anyone would think you’re watching a nature documentary. He’s felt you shiver a couple of times during the jump scares, but nothing like how JJ was trying to keep himself from flying out of the seat.

When your hand begins stroking at his thigh, JJ has to keep from flinching, thinking it’s the eerie bloke in the corner of the screen somehow feeling him up. That’s to say, when he realises it’s you, he gladly pulls his attention from the television to find you already looking up at him. Making out with you is a great deal anyway, but even more so when it means JJ doesn’t have to watch the film. Coaxes you into his lap as he sensually licks into your mouth, grinning against your smile as you coil your arms around his neck like a tamed viper. Some childish giddiness lit up inside him as one thought sprints through his head, the moment you rock against him: I’m kissing my crush! I’m kissing my crush!

He couldn’t tell you why he does, but JJ half opens his eyes and, for some reason, glances to the screen of the television. The main character’s driving now, the light around her unnaturally orange and pink, and she seems frantic. Then, the fucking jump scare happens.

“Little mouse.”

JJ breaks apart from you with a far-from masculine screech. You practically fall off him in shock, tumbling back into your spot on the sofa. JJ’s chest is rising and falling like he’s narrowly dodged being ploughed by a car. You stare at him a moment, regard him, then start laughing.

“JJ, are you scared?” you chuckle.

He gapes at you. “How are you not? Have we been watching the same film?”

“It’s just a dumb horror. It isn’t real.”

“It could be.”

“What, are you planning on taking your abusive husband to some random country cottage and handcuffing yourself to the bed, then have him die on top of you from a Viagra overdose?”

JJ blinks at you. Is that what the film is about? Maybe you are watching different movies…

“It’s just a dumb horror,” you repeat with a laugh.

JJ shakes his head. Somewhat shy, he confesses, “I hate horror.”

“What? Why didn’t you say so? We could’ve watched something else,” you say, sitting up, smiling at him.

Shit, you’re so pretty. JJ smiles back.

“Didn’t wanna kill the vibe,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, cause throwing me off your lap isn’t killing the vibe,” you return in a flat tone.

JJ rolls his eyes and grabs at your waist, hauling you back atop of him, making the two of you snigger like wine-drunk teenagers. He kisses at your mouth a couple of times, bumping his forehead and nose against yours.

“You could’ve just said no to the movie. We’d have watched something else. Maybe Madagascar? Or Shrek?”

JJ ignores your teasing. Kisses you again. Grins when he feels you melt into him, sighing against his mouth.

“It’s impossible to say no to you,” he tells you privately. Because it’s true. And it remains true for the rest of the time you two date.

[starlitangels]

Talk Nerdy

Listen, Erik said Link would be Vincent's main in Smash Bros because Vincent has a fondness for the character and fell in love with Breath of the Wild like the rest of us did. That is enough for me to decide Vincent is at least kinda a Legend of Zelda fan. And as a Zelda fan, this was just an excuse to be a Big Nerd. 1.2k words

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"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I just need one more hit..." Vincent muttered under his breath. So focused on his game that he didn't realize I was standing in the archway behind him. He didn't hear me, smell me, see me—nothing. I smiled and watched Colgera fly around the screen while Link and Tulin furiously flew around in the swirling wind.

Biting my lip, I crept out of the archway and behind the couch. Vincent swore as he took a shot with his bow and it shattered. I smirked, leaned down until I was right behind his ear, and raised a hand.

I dropped it onto his shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked loudly.

Vincent swore and nearly threw his controller into the TV. Instead managing to only arc it over the coffee table. "Lovely!" he exclaimed. "Don't do that to me!" In a blur of movement, he had his controller back and the game paused. He spun to look at me. "What was that for?"

I laughed. "I'm sorry," I said around my laughter. "I couldn't help it. You were so focused you didn't—you didn't even notice I was right there. I had to see how close I could get!"

He sighed, giving me an affectionate—but exasperated—shake of his head with a little grin. "You're a menace," he said.

I shrugged. "Just for you, and just when we're alone. Because you love me."

"I do. I do love you." I leaned across the back of the couch and met his lips in a kiss. He reached and grabbed at my hips, hauling me over the back of the sofa while I shrieked as I flopped down onto the cushions. He cackled. "There we go. We're even now. And you get to sit with me and watch me play."

"Fine with me."

He kissed the top of my head and unpaused the game. Quickly equipping a new bow to try and shoot Colgera again.

"Rare for a Zelda boss' weak spot to not be their eye," I joked.

"Mmhmm," Vincent agreed, barely paying me any heed.

We sat in relative silence, broken only by Tulin's encouragement and the boss music and various sound effects like the cyclones and Vincent's controller clacking, for a few minutes.

"You're running out of cold resistance," I said.

He cursed under his breath and paused, searching his menus for another dish of food for cold resistance.

"Didn't you get a portable pot in one of the Zonai capsules?"

"They don't work in boss fights," he replied. Right as he found another meal he'd made to fight the cold and had Link eat it. He unpaused and went right back to it.

"Damn, this track slaps," I said quietly.

"It really does. I barely noticed it my first time playing through this game since I was so focused on the fight. Now, every time I restart, I always fight Colgera first. It's the best boss fight."

I smiled. "How many times have you played through Tears of the Kingdom in the last six months?"

Vincent shrugged. "Like five or six. But I don't search for all the Koroks every time. Just as many as I need to get all the spaces in my inventory. I still haven't found all of them on my main Switch profile's save. They added more. It was already a pain in the ass finding nine-hundred in Breath of the Wild. Now there's a thousand. They managed to shove a hundred more into almost the exact same map."

I smiled. "These are your favorite Zelda games, aren't they?"

He didn't even break his concentration from the boss fight. "Maybe. Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and Ocarina of Time are pretty high on the list too." He moved around with his motion controls to aim his bow. "Twilight Princess is high on that list," he added. "I'd only been turned for six years when it came out and I was in the perfect moody, dark headspace to vibe hard with the game's aesthetic. Maybe the nostalgia helps keep it that high on my favorites. It's also just a good game to boot. And, if I may say, the most iconic appearance for Princess Zelda. She was barely in the game and yet when I hear the name 'Princess Zelda', I always think of her Twilight Princess look before even her Breath of the Wild one."

I smiled. Mmm... talk nerdy to me, you lovable dork, I thought fondly. "I never finished the Forest Temple in that game. Much to my best friend's chagrin. Twilight Princess was their favorite Zelda game while we were growing up."

Vincent shot me a quick look. "We'll fix that. I'll break out the Wii or the Wii-U and we'll get you through it."

"If we ever have time," I muttered sarcastically.

"Fair point. We'll find time. The fact that we don't really need to sleep as much has helped me get through this game multiple times."

I snickered and continued watching him.

The Rito Village/Dragon Roost Island theme hit and washed over our living room in a wave of nostalgia. Vincent sighed in rapture at it.

"This music is so good," I whispered.

"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Nintendo really went off with all the Tears of the Kingdom music. Remember that trailer's saxophone?"

"Mmhmm." I grinned. "Remember the first trailer to feature Ganondorf's voice and the entire internet blew up like 'Matthew Mercer'?"

Vincent started laughing. "That was hilarious. So many memes."

"Yeah. It was great." I gasped. "You're on your last shot, Vin!"

"I know. I'm so close."

"You know, if you did this with a Multi-Shot bow, you could do this a lot faster."

"Yeah, yeah. But I like doing this fight first. It's a challenge." He let go of the button on his controller. Link loosed the arrow.

It arced toward Colgera. Vincent and I both held our breath.

It struck, breaking the final bit of cracked ice.

"Yes!" Vincent cheered, pumping his fist into the air. I whooped and let him give me a kiss.

"Good job, lover boy," I said.

"Thanks, lovely." He gave me a soft look. "I forgive you for scaring me to death."

I burst out laughing. "Thanks. And you're welcome."

He kissed my hairline. "Were you wanting a turn on the Switch or were you just coming in to watch me play?"

"I was actually coming in to ask if you wanted a hot cocoa or something but I saw an opportunity that I couldn't pass up."

"Menace," he accused affectionately.

"Playboy," I retorted. He grinned.

"I would actually love a hot chocolate though," he added in a cheeky little whisper, curling his shoulders up and smiling like a mischievous kid.

I smiled. "I'll get some made for us. You're cute." Kissing his curly, glossy blue-black hair, I got up from the sofa and went toward the kitchen while the cutscene kept playing on the TV.

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[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

Daeron ii’s family playing D&D cause I’m very bored and have too much time on my hands

(These are my silly hours so I wanted to write something a little whimsical that probably breaks canon. Idc ☺️💖)

Daeron: The Dm, uses all the old school dice and handbooks from when he and Elaena played as kids. All their preset character sheets got burned by Baelor so he spends way too much time helping everyone with their characters. Gets a little too railroad-y sometimes but makes up for it with a good story and funny voices

Myriah: Doesn’t play, but sometimes checks in to ask the kids if they “won” yet. Will occasionally do the voice of a patron or deity if she gets pestered enough

Baelor: Human oath of vengeance paladin 10000000%. Originally chose the class because he thought smite was cool but kept accidentally breaking his oath even if he was technically doing something good. He’s kinda bad at roleplaying but tries to steer everyone to make the right decisions

Aerys: High elf divination wizard. Probably spent two hours hogging all the source books in order to optimize his character to be the best spellcaster there ever was. Loves asking about every minute detail in any new room which annoys everyone- but! On the bright side, he is the best at solving every puzzle the party faces

Rhaegel: Dragonborn drakewarden ranger. Only made the character so he could be a dragon with a dragon friend, but doesn’t really roleplay or keep track of combat. Spends most of the games stacking everyone’s dice into towers, but starts paying attention when he’s finally allowed to fly his drake friend around

Maekar: Goliath beserker barbarian. When he was asked what sort of character he wanted to play he just said he “wanted to hit things really hard”. Doesn’t pay attention to roleplay at all but becomes an absolute beast in combat, the group’s master strategizer at age 6. Has probably accidentally killed a party member once (*cough* Baelor *cough*)

Daenerys: Half elf light domain cleric. Has a 10 page backstory written about her character and will take any opportunity to talk about it. Claims to prefer roleplaying and just being support but has probably dealt the most amount of damage in the party so far and has a consistent pattern of advocating for fights because it levels them up faster

+Bonus!

Shiera: Tiefling college of spirits bard. Originally wanted to play warlock but was mad about the limited spell slots so saves her evil backstory for another character. Most comitted roleplayer at the table, manages to talk the party’s way out of most of the fights Maekar and Daenerys gets them into, even though she’s like- 5, so most of her convincing ends up being “no, that’s mean >:(“

Brynden: Tiefling arcane trickster rogue. Unironically the edgiest character to be made, consistently brooding in the corner of every tavern they go into. Everyone thinks he might be a potential traitor but ends up being the biggest ride or die in the party and probably dramatically sacrifices himself to save them (Daeron writes him as actually escaping because he felt bad lol)

Daemon: Fallen aasimar oathbreaker paladin. Gives Daeron a minor aneurism when he asks if he can betray the party at some point. Otherwise a really well rounded character who only dabbles in the edginess, and puts up with everyone’s shenanigans enough to justify his ascension as the game’s bbeg

Aegor: Hates D&D. Banned from the table for calling everyone a bunch of nerds

[frogletscribe]

Until It Doesn’t Hurt

Chapter 4: Heaven Is Here

Summary:

20 years since the RDA was pushed off of the moon of Pandora, they are back once more. The RDA thinks their only problem is the traitor Jake Sully and his family, but as it turns out, Jake wasn’t the only ‘problem’ left behind 20 years ago. 

Anthe was a child soldier, stolen from their home and forced to learn the ways of the humans, erasing any of their connections to the Na’vi from before. Finally free from the RDA’s hold after being trapped in cryosleep, they're about to make themselves everyone's problem.

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Neteyam and Anthe spend some time together.

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Pairing: Aged Up!Neteyam X Nonbinary!Na'vi!Reader/OC (OC and Neteyam are both around 20)

Warnings: Mentions of Past Violence, Mentions of Past Trauma, Mild Claustrophobia, No Use of Y/N, Blood, Self depreciation

WC: 2112 words AO3 Link Here

A/N: Ok, I'm kinda back in the groove with this thing. I had to take a short break from this and prioritize school work and Baldurs Gate 3 but I'm more or less back on track. Updates will most likely stay at once a weekish

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A few weeks into Anthe’s stay with the Sully family in the Omaticayan Clan, they learned two things: 1. The only way out of High Camp was either by Banshee, or climbing, neither of which they could currently do on their own, their injured arm still not quite healed completely. 2. While the Na’vi overall don't particularly care about modesty when it came to their clothes, Anthe very much still did. Being raised by humans had left Anthe with a sense of shame about their body that they were still reconciling with. They had opted to keep their human clothes, too self conscious to attempt wearing anything more revealing. Jake had seemed the most understanding, offering them the fresh pair of shorts and clean ‘Avatar Program’ t-shirt they wore now. 

Neteyam was a near constant companion, and since that first night, Anthe slowly started to warm up to him more. They had not spoken about Anthe’s small breakdown, letting the incident be. He was kind to Anthe in a way that they weren’t used to, always asking questions but not prying so hard that he made them uncomfortable. He talked a lot about the forest, and his siblings, and made Anthe feel more welcome than anyone else. Neteyam had been taking his time to help Anthe re-learn the ways of the Na’vi, teaching them the language they had lost and the different meanings of things. It was an effort that Anthe appreciated and made them feel almost like they could belong. Almost.

“This way.” Neteyam grinned, pulling Anthe along by the hand through High Camp. The rest of the clan had quickly gotten used to Anthe’s presence, a few people waving good mornings to them as the pair passed by. Neteyam had insisted he had a surprise for them today, but refused to give any hints as to what it was. Still, Anthe let him drag them along down the path. 

They stopped by the Ikran rookerie, Neteyam quickly calling out for his own.

“Are we flying somewhere?” Anthe asked. They hadn’t flown since that first trip up to High Camp, where they had notably spent most of it unconscious. Neteyam nodded, smiling warmly as his Ikran landed before them.

“You didn’t get to meet Larí properly before.” Neteyam said, feeding the creature a piece of meat he pulled from one of his pouches.

“Larry?”

“Lah-ree.” Neteyam emphasized.

“Larí.” Anthe tried again. 

“Come meet him,” Neteyam smiled, ushering them closer and taking their free hand in his, guiding their palm to the Ikran’s forehead. “Don’t look him in the eye.”

 The creature felt smooth under their palm, chirping happily and nuzzling into the touch. Anthe laughed nervously, unconsciously shuffling closer to Neteyam who was grinning at them as he adjusted the saddle on Larí’s back. 

“He likes you.” Neteyam said, patting the side of Larí’s neck. Anthe smiled at him, smoothing their hand down the creature's nose.

Anthe watched Neteyam hoist himself up onto the mounts back with a comfortable grace, then reach his hand back down to them to help them up. Anthe hesitated. They had come to start at least somewhat trusting the man. He exuded a confidence that set their constantly spiking nerves at ease. But flying, with only the hope that Neteyam might catch them if they fell, set them on edge all over again. 

“I’ve got you, you don't have to be scared.” Neteyam smirked, seeming to read their mind.

“I’m not scared!” Anthe scoffed, pride eclipsing whatever apprehension they had before. They allowed Neteyam to pull them up onto the Ikran, settling themselves in front of him. Neteyam was making some final adjustments and connecting to the mount when sense came back to Anthe. But it was too late, as Neteyam wrapped an arm around their waist, securing them in place.

“Ready?” the warrior chuckled in their ear.

“I don’t-” But Neteyam whooped, and the Ikran launched into the air, whatever Anthe had been about to say, swallowed up by a surprised shriek.

On instinct, Anthe snapped their eyes shut, their one good arm gripping onto Neteyam’s for dear life. Wind rushed past their ears, loud and fast. It was only the second time Anthe had ever flown and they were still very unsure on how they felt about it.

“Anthe, open your eyes. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Neteyam’s tone was soft, his breath warm on their neck. They cracked one eye open. The vast expanse of sky opened up to them, low hanging clouds clung to the floating mountains all around them, small waterfalls cascading through the air. It was beautiful. Anthe let out a breath they didn't know they were holding, relaxing slightly into Neteyam’s hold.

“See? It’s not that bad.” It felt like Neteyam was always smiling, reveling in the joys of sharing his life and people with them. Anthe couldn’t help but grin back at him, their anxiety slowly melting into that strange warm feeling the warrior always seemed to give them.

Neteyam flew them through the mountains, then down towards the forest below.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going?” Anthe called over the wind.

“Not yet. Patience, we are almost there.”

“I’ve never been known for my patience, Neteyam.”

“Then perhaps we will add it to your lessons.”

Anthe snorted a laugh, trying to relax back into the warriors chest and enjoy the rest of the flight. ‘Lessons’ were what Neteyam called his attempts at showing or teaching Anthe the ways of the Omaticaya clan. However, as far as Anthe could tell, they were less lessons and more an excuse for the warrior to show off his skills. Not that Anthe wasn’t learning anything, on the contrary, they had learned more about typical Na’vi life in the short time they had spent at High Camp then they may have ever known before they had been stolen from their own clan. 

But, there was also an implication to Neteyam’s words, the idea that Anthe would stay even after they finished healing, that there would be more lessons, more time together. The idea that they could belong. That was the scariest thought, and one that Anthe could not even begin to allow themselves to entertain. As soon as their arm was healed, Anthe would leave, going back for their solitude in the Pandoran forest. Jake Sully had recovered their rifle and backpack, all Anthe needed now was to be healed enough to comfortably climb down from High Camp and they would be gone. But, the more time Anthe spent with Neteyam and his siblings, the more guilt they felt creeping in. The Sully’s had become their friends, even introducing Anthe to Spider, a human man raised in the ways of the Na’vi. In many ways, to Anthe, Spider was even more Na’vi then they were, yet still not entirely accepted. It cemented Anthe’s preemptive rejection in their own mind. They were a guest now, but they could not stay, could not join the clan, even if Neteyam implied otherwise. 

It wasn’t much longer before Neteyam landed the Ikran in a clearing on the forest floor. Dappled sunlight broke through the canopy above, soft grass cushioning the pair's bare feet as Neteyam led them to a sparkling pond.

“Here we are. I thought you might like to go swimming, Kiri said it would be a good way to help stretch your shoulder while it's still healing.” Neteyam seemed suddenly bashful or possibly nervous, as if starting to second guess his suggestion. 

“I’d like that.” Anthe admitted, their injury from the palulukan had been healing well, but it was still sore, and often uncomfortably stiff from being unable to stretch out. 

Neteyam helped Anthe to gently remove their t-shirt and shorts, not wanting them to get wet, and leaving Anthe in only their underclothes. It made them feel exposed and slightly self-conscious, curling in on themselves in an attempt to cover up. Neteyam remained seemingly unfazed, ushering them into the cool water of the pond. 

The water was pleasantly cool against their skin, a welcome relief from the humid air of the Pandoran forest. Neteyam led them by the hand, deeper into the pond, the water coming up to their chests. The pair swam together for a while, giving Anthe the chance to slowly stretch out their arms, and occasionally splashing and laughing together. It was peaceful, a sort of calm Anthe couldn’t remember the last time they had felt so relaxed, so many of their anxieties, forgotten in the moment. 

They floated aimlessly on the pond's surface, arms spread and eyes closed. There was a soft thump on their good shoulder, Anthe cracked an eye open to see Neteyam bumping into them as he floated on the surface as well, golden eyes watching them softly. Anthe met his gaze, and felt a strange fluttering in their chest, their heartbeat suddenly loud and pounding in their ears. Neteyam smiled and Anthe felt their heart skip. 

They wanted to look away, break the tension, but they couldn’t, entirely enraptured in whatever strange anticipation they felt building. One of Neteyam’s hands reached up, brushing lightly at Anthe’s, an invitation. They took it, holding lightly to his fingers with their own to keep from floating away. His other hand floated up to their jaw, thumb brushing back the wet hair that plastered itself to Anthe’s cheek. 

The pair were nose to nose, so close, Anthe could feel Neteyams breath fanning their face. For a second, Anthe thought they saw the warrior's eyes flick briefly to their lips. Unbidden, the image of Neteyam kissing them flashed through their mind. It made their cheeks heat with embarrassment almost immediately, as they were hit with a wanting they had never experienced before. A want to be close, be loved, in a way more intimate than they had ever imagined before. Neteyam was so close, it would be so easy to just lean a little closer, close the distance. Anthe wanted to, and it looked to them that maybe Neteyam did too. 

His gaze was so intense, his smile faded into a soft, almost yearning expression, looking as if he was trying to memorize every detail of Anthe’s face. He inched closer, lips barely touching.

“{Anthe, can I-}” But whatever he was about to say was cut off as the loud buzzing of radio static cut through the air around them.

Neteyam cringed at the sound, huffing out a frustrated breath as he righted himself in the water. Anthe followed suit, their embarrassment quickly consuming them as they huddled in the water, only keeping their nose above the water as they shuffled back to shore.

“{What.}” Neteyam practically hissed into the com on his neck, sounding annoyed and frustrated. It must be Lo’ak calling for him to be responding like that, Anthe thought, trying to swallow back their lingering embarrassment. They looked back at the warrior just for a second as they pulled themselves from the pond, watching his back muscles flex as he dragged a hand down his face. He caught their eye, and gave them an apologetic look, but said nothing, still listening to whatever Lo’ak had interrupted for.

“{Lo’ak, can you not do this yourself? I am busy.}” Neteyam responded, clearly annoyed at his brother’s non-emergency. There was a pause as Neteyam listened, then suddenly flushed a deep purple color. 

“{They are not- That is not any or your business!}” That made Anthe perk up, watching Neteyam suddenly squirm, embarrassed. Anthe snorted a laugh at him, not on purpose, but they were so unused to Neteyam not being his smooth collected self. It was funny to watch him, as he cringed at whatever Lo’ak had said.

“{Fine. Just… Shut up already.}” The warrior sighed finally, apparently giving in to his younger brother’s whims.

“{Lo’ak being trouble?}” Anthe asked, trying to keep themselves speaking Na’vi as they pulled their clothes back on. Their nerves had started to settle, now that Neteyam’s attention was no longer solely on them.

“{For me, yes.}” Neteyam rolled his eyes as he finally exited the water. “{He needs some help with a hunt, but I will take you back to High Camp first.}”

“{You’re gonna make him wait?}” It was getting late into the afternoon. The later it got, the more likely something dangerous could come out to hunt Lo’ak instead of the other way around.

“{He’ll be fine. Waiting is the least he can do after interrupting like that.}” Neteyam was back to his easy confidence, one of his large palms coming to rest on Anthe’s lower back as he walked them back towards where they had left Larí.

[matthewkniesys]

The Lake House Summer-Jamie Drysdale

Summary: Y/n Hughes has been dating Jamie Drysdale for about a year and a half. Last summer Jamie wasn't able to make it out to the famous Hughes lake house, so this year when y/n's mom invites him to come out, you couldn't be more excited!

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Gn!reader

A/n: Hey yall!! I'm back with another fic! This fic officially marks the beginning of Claire's Summer Special! This one was giving me lots of anxiety and it was hard for me to write but I hope yall like it! Theyre is absolutely no content just fluff. Just a reminder to keep sending in requests for the special and feedback is always welcome and appreciated <3

"Hey,Jame" you yelled to the kitchen, in the apartment in Anaheim that belonged to your boyfriend of a year and a half.

"Yes, Babe" Jamie asks, coming out of the kitchen and drying his hand off on a towel since he had been doing the dishes.

"My parents were wondering if you wanted to come to the Lake house with me this summer and meet some people and just hangout. I know you already know my brothers Quinn,Jack andLuke and my parents but my grandparents will be there, and also Brendan Brisson and his family" you tell Jamie.

"Babe sometimes I forget that you're a Hughes and you guys seem to know every single hockey family in the continent" Jamie laughs " and of course yes, I would love to come and meet everyone".

"My mom was wondering if we could be there in 3 days. That's when the Brisson's are gonnaget there as well. She was thinking we could have a big bonfire that night to kind of mark the beginning of summer" you add.

"Sounds good to me. Tomorrow I have to drive a few guys from the team to the airport and my mom was expecting me to fly back to Canada in a few days but I'll just call her and tell her I'll be going to the famous Hughes lake house for a few weeks." With that sentence Jamie is able to draw a laugh out of you, who had been very nervously awaiting your boyfriend's answer.Jamie leaves to go call his family and you collapse on the couch.

Honestly you were supposed to ask Jamie a week ago but you had put it off over and over again, too scared to hear his answer. It's not that you thought he wouldn't want to come, it's just nerve-wracking to ask someone you love, let alone your boyfriend, to meet people that were important to you. Having told your mom yesterday that Jame had said yes, there was no getting out of asking him today.

You turn the TV on and watch sports highlights for a little while. Having such an insanely sporty family means sports kinda runs in your blood. You loved watching hockey ( even though youcould barely skate unlike your very talented brothers) and you used to run track when you were younger.

Eventually Jamie came back into the room and flopped down on the couch pulling you into his lap.

"Did everything go well?" You ask, a hint of nervousness still apparent in your voice.

"Yep, my mom was disappointed she wouldn't see me for a little while but she was happy and excited for me. She knows how disappointed we both were when I couldn't make it out last summer. My parents also asked if you could give them the address to the lake house so they could mail some stuff to me '' Jamie tells you.

"I'm so excited!" You exclaim "and yes of course I can give her the address".

"Great! Anyways what are we watching baby" he asks you, hugging you tight around the waist.

"Just some baseball highlights…" you trail off when your boyfriend starts kissing your neck.

"Wanna turn this off and head up to bed?" Jamie asks you with a wink that looks more like he's having a hard time blinking.

"Sure Jame. Just please never wink , at least that's what I think you were trying to do, ever again. It looked like you had something stuck in your eye" you laugh.

"Babe shut up" Jamie groans, lifting you up off the couch and you wrap your legs around his hips.

You wake up with light streaming through the curtains but an empty left side of the bed where your boyfriend usually lies. You get out of bed and put one of Jamie's old shirts to cover your naked body. The shirt is so comfortable and worn. Another added bonus is that it smells like Jamie.

"Babe?" Jamie calls softly from the kitchen where he's presumably making breakfast. You don't answer, just walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist where he's making a protein shake for himself and has made a smoothie for you.

"Hey baby" you mutter into his back. He turns around and kisses your nose.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks. You nod your head, placing it in his chest. You were feeling particularly clingy today and you just wanted to be with Jamie.

"I made you a smoothie, here try it" Jamie says sounding very proud of himself.

You take a small sip, a little scared of what Jamie put in it. "This is really good Jame" you exclaim quietly, barely above a whisper. He just smiles down at you sensing that it's gonna be a kind of quiet morning with not a lot of talking and just enjoying each other's presence.

By mid-morning, the 2 of you are finally ready to let each other go off and get ready for the day. You both get dressed and Jamie leaves to bring his friends to the airport. While he's gone you start to make make a plan about what you need to buy for the trip. Jamie had decided that instead of taking a plane you twowould just drive since it's cheaper and the both of you happened to enjoy road trips especially with each other.

Finally after what feels to you like an eternity, Jamie gets back home.

"Jame" you whine, extremely high as soon as he walks in the door. You run up to him and jumponto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

"Very clingy today baby, eh?" he asks, in his cute Canadian accent, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Embarrassed, you bury your head in your boyfriend's ducks hoodie.

"I feel like I need to, I don't know, like buy your parents a gift or something for being invited"Jamie admits shyly. You find it funny how Jamie can switch from being confident with that adorable little smirk of his to being the shyest person you've ever met.

"Baby" you start, grabbing his face and holding it in your hands "my parents love you, I love you and you don't need to bring gifts for them."

"Are you-"

"Yes I'm sure" you cut Jamie off, responding to his question without him even having to finish it because that's how well you know each other.He sighs, but doesn't say anything knowing your probably right. You give him a quick kiss, then grab Jamie's hand and to drag him up the stairs.

"We need to go to the store to get groceries,k" you ask "then we've gotta start packing."

"Lead the way Miss. Hughes" Jamie replies.

The both of you spend the afternoon grocery shopping together ,packing suitcases and filling coolers with drinks and food for the trip.

"I think we should order pizza for supper cause I don't wanna cook after all that and I don't thinkyou want to either" you hear Jamie's voice cut through the comfortable silence.

"I want sushi," you pout.

"You want sushi after a hard day of work?" Jamie asks, confused.

"But like I won't be back in Anaheim for awhile and my favorite sushi place is here" you argue lightheartedly, stating your case, knowing that in the end Jamie would probably give in anyways.

"Fine, but if we stop anywhere to eat tomorrow on our drive it's my choice" he answers.

"Deal" and the 2 of you shake on it, because in that sense the both of you are still kids. After all Jamie's only 20 and you're 19, just like your twin brother, Luke.

You guys order, just delivery so you don't have to leave the house, and turn on the tv.

"Can we watch our show, please?" Jamie asks you, with the biggest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

"Which one… Stranger Things?"

"Yep, I need to know what happens"

"You got it" you say grabbing the remote and turning on netflix. When the food comes you move off Jamie's stomach, so he can get up and go get it. Other than that you don't move off the couch all night.When it was finally time to go to bed, you felt happy and full and super excited to see the family again so soon. You fell asleep within minutes of Jamie wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Wake up, lovey" you feel someone, Jamie, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.

"Is it morning already?"

"Yep and it's road trip day!"

"You seem extra happy for five thirty in the morning Jame."

"I get to spend a whole day in the car with my favourite person in the whole wide world."

"I don't think you'll be thinking like that after 2 hours in the car with me" you laugh thinking of how grumpy you'll probably be.

"I would never get tired of you."

"Sure bud." You throw a pillow at Jamie starting an all out pillow fight that ends with your boyfriend on top of you tickling you.

"Seriously we need to leave soon or else we're not gonna make it before night" you say between broken gasps, trying to get Jamie to stop tickling you.

You get dressed quickly while Jame made coffee for the both of you and then put the last of the stuff in the car. You hop into the passenger side and are greeted by a very eager, with the undertone of nervousness, Jamie.

"You ready?" He asks.

"For a day of driving... no. To see my family and spend lots of time with you at the lake... yes." You respond with then turn to look out the window. You fall asleep within 10 minutes.

"Babe... Babe."

"Jame, why did you wake me up?" You ask in your pouty little baby voice. You look over at the dash and realise it's already lunch time.

"We're stopped at a gas station and I was wondering if you wanted a sandwich from the cooler for lunch. You slept for the whole morning." He replies.

"Are you gonna eat something. Do you want me to take a turn driving?"

"I'm gonna grab a sandwich but I'm good, I'll keep driving."

"You sure?"

"Yup."

The drive for the rest of the afternoon was a lot different then the morning. The 2 of you ate your sandwich's and then started blasting music. You were singing at the top of your lungs, getting a few laughs out of Jamie.

"C'mon sing with me Jame"

"I'm good"

"It's just me babe. I'm singing so why not you?" Slowly you start to hear Jamie's voice and within a little while he's singing as loud as possible along with you.

After that the car ride passed quickly and sooner than you knew, you were 10 minutes away from the lake house.

"Were almost there!" You exclaim excitetdly, reminding you of when you were a little kid.

"It's really pretty up here" Jamie remarks.

"My favorite part of the year was always coming up here and spending time with my family."

"When I was younger we never had a cabin or anything but we used to always go to the beach."

"The lake is easily my favorite part of having a lake house. I love swimming."

"Oh I know"Jamie says laughing, remembering the time when you were drunk and just refused to get out of the pool cause "you were so in love with swimming".

"Shut up" you giggle, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. The rest of the short car ride left was silent. Jamie was nervous and you were excited. Jamie pulls into the driveway but no one gets out.

"You good?" You ask, turning to look at him.

He takes a deep breath then answers "yep just a little nervous."

"Are you ready to get out?"

"Yeah, let's go." The both of you get out of the car. No one come out of the house to greet you so you assume that they're probably down by the beach. It's a little past super time at this point so they've probably already got the first of the summer bonfire lite.

You leave your bags in the car, deciding you could just grab them on the way back. You make the short walk down a trail to the beach. Somewhere along the way, Jamie's hand reaches for yours. You squeeze it and he squeezes back.

"Hey guys!" You yell when you see your family sitting around the fire.

"Y/n, your here!" Ellen exclaims, when she sees you.

"Hi mum" you mutter as Ellen envelops you in a hug. The rest of the family gets up and makes their way over. Ellen let's go of you so the rest of the family came get their hugs in.

"Well, isn't it the famous Jamie Drysdale who decided to come up" says your dad.

"Uh hey." He says super awkwardly. He exchanges hugs with your mum, Dad, Jack, quinn and lastly luke.

"So this is the Jamie we've heard so much about" says your grandma "c'mere give me a hug." You watch as your grandparents take turns meeting Jamie. Your heart fills with joy when your grandma pinches his cheeks and Jamie makes your grandpa laugh. This, this is exactly where you want to be. These are the kind of moments you never forget.

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[venturismcdonald]

Derek Venturi is 1989 by Taylor Swift: a sleep deprived essay.

To start: Derek appears to be shallow, fun, kinda ditzy and most importantly, catty. We know Derek's a petty asshole, which is part of Taylor's image during 1989 era. He's also a playboy/cad/whatever word you'd like to use to describe him. Taylor's image at the time was as this serial dater who's obsessed with men. We all know that they both didn't have many serious relationships at this time (honestly, their dating amount wasn't even much more than normal) but they want them.

The 1989 album focuses very strongly on themes of passion and perception. The truth can be whatever you want it to be and it can be twisted to be whatever you want it to seem. That's a motto that, as "king" of SJST High, Derek can live by. He also likes to twist stories to fit his own view of what happened, regardless of the truth. Truth and perception all depends on who you are and what angle you're looking at it from. Passion can kill. Perception is keeping it so that the death is covered up.

One of the core components of Derek's character is that he's passionate. He doesn't think before he does things, he lives his life based solely on his passions, and most importantly, he thinks with his heart, not his mind. Whatever logic Derek possesses (because to say he has none would be incorrect) is hidden away because he doesn't want to be logical. He wants to be able to exist solely on vibes, not on emotions (which are GROSS) or the stupid rules people put on him.

Track One: Welcome To New York

"Like any true love, it drives you crazy."

We all know Casey's the one with the real connection to New York, but this is not a song specifically about New York City. It's about going to someplace where you feel safe, about a home that's loud and vibrant and loving. For Derek, that's the McTuri house. It's insane and everything he wants, really. There's never a boring moment with Derek around, but especially in that house. It's where he grew up, where the marks on the wall are with his height and the memory of Marti tackling him.

Track Two: Blank Space

"Cherry lips, crystal skies/I could show you incredible things/Stolen kisses, pretty lies."

Derek's perception within London is someone who's a serial dater. He doesn't take any of it seriously. The song was written to satirize that experience, to make it seem realer than it actually is. From what we see, all the man does is go on a few dates, get two serious girlfriends in the entire show. This is a man who knows what his own love life is, that it's going to be dramatic and heartbreaking but he genuinely loves and loves hard. He can't help being popular and beloved and the victim of rumors.

Track Three: Style

"Fade into view, oh/It's been a while since I have even heard from you."

This is exactly how Derek feels about Abby. I'm aware Style is about a romantic relationship, but the general theme of an on/off relationship works for his bond with Abby. She shows up sometimes, but she's with other people so often, prioritizing them, that he feels sort of forgotten until she comes into view.

Track Four: Out Of The Woods

"Two paper airplanes flying, flying."

The anxiety present in this track and how terrifying everything is works very well for Derek's fear of Casey. He doesn't fear her, of course (because she's lame and he's cool), but he fears the way that she can control him. Being out of the woods would be being free from Casey and her stupid hold on his stupid heart. Hence why he runs away to Paris.

Track Five: All You Had To Do Was Stay

"Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?"

Derek's completely aware of how all of this sucks, and the fact that he left, but he maintains that Casey left first. This is all her fucking fault, because she's the one that was in his fucking jersey, which made him run. She was going to lock him out, so it made sense to run first. He was protecting his stupid, foolish heart.

Track Six: Shake It Off

"Got nothin' in my brain/That's what people say."

Some people have the fucking audacity to accuse Derek of being a man whore. Which, yeah, it's kinda cool, but! Derek's not a whore, he dates a normal amount of girls, and it's no one's business! He's smart and has knowledge, even if no one sees it. He can't help that girls like him, so he just shakes off the criticisms from everyone, even George.

Track Seven: I Wish You Would

"You're thinkin' now that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said."

Why on earth did someone hate Derek enough to make him want Casey so much he's in physical pain over it? She's with Peter because she's a fucking coward and now he has to deal with it, because Derek didn't take his stupid shot and tell stupid Casey that he likes her stupid self.

Track Eight: Bad Blood

"Still got scars on my back from your knife."

Derek is aware that he sounds insane, but fucking hell, the fact that Sam likes Casey is the world's biggest betrayal. He can't believe this happened, because this is cruel. This is the worst thing to ever happen and it's totally not because he has some weird feelings crawling up in his throat and feeling like Sam is stealing his Casey.

Track Nine: Wildest Dreams

"Tangled up with you all night, burnin' it down."

So what if Casey has a new boyfriend? It doesn't matter. Even if the new boyfriend is Peter, Derek is going to ignore that because he's still haunted by that fucking kiss, and he's going to be haunted forever.

Track Ten: How You Get The Girl

"And that's how it works/That's how you get the girl."

There is no true way to say how absolutely absurd Derek thinks the fact that guys say it's hard to get a girl is. He thinks the entire thing is bullshit. And, look, it's not hard to make a woman swoon! It's time to teach a course. Not to Peter, but to the children, who need so much help getting dates.

Track Eleven: This Love

"These hands had to let it go free and/This love came back to me."

Everything is fucking tragic, because he lost touch with Casey for years, but now she's there. They're together, again, and everything might actually be okay.

Track Twelve: I Know Places

"Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love."

Hiding is easy. There are so many corners and places where Derek can hide, places where Derek can just exist with Casey and her insane ass without anyone watching. Their life was always on view, everyone watching, but now everything can be on their terms.

Track Thirteen: Clean

"I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing."

Casey's a fucking addiction, one Derek can't be clean from, but there's a fucking ocean keeping them apart. And her goddamn husband. Still, he fucking hates this. Everyone thinks that he's over her, but he's screaming in every fucking song that he's not.

Track Fourteen: Wonderland

"Life was never worse, but never better."

They were toxic in Queens. It was a weird flirtationship that was never going to be healthy when they were in that in between stage, so he left Wonderland. And fuck, being lost in it was glorious.

Track Fifteen: You Are In Love

"Time moved too fast, you play it back."

It's so stupid to feel so much for her after all these years, but Derek cannot escape Casey's hold on him. He's so stupidly in love with her, his best friend.

Track Sixteen: New Romantics

"The rumors are terrible and cruel, but most of them are true."

A little bit of a slut era for Derek in his early twenties is what he needs, to cope with Casey getting married. He hooks up randomly for a year, gets a girlfriend, she gets pregnant, and he's not a new romantic anymore, but he's building castles out of bricks.

Track Seventeen: "Slut!"

"Half awake, takin' your chances."

Everything makes sense when he's with Casey, even if he's called a slut. She's the one, goddammit, and Derek's okay with it. All he wants is her, so he'll take the shitty rumors and occasional subtweets from Peter.

Track Eighteen: Say Don't Go

"And I'm yours, but you're not mine."

Just because Derek left, that doesn't mean he's okay! He's mad, selfishly, in a self-destructive sense. If she had just called and asked Derek to stay, he would've flown back. But she didn't, because she doesn't love him, and he just has to accept that.

Track Nineteen: Now That We Don't Talk

"Truth is, I can't pretend it's/Platonic, it's just ended."

Things have changed, and even though they talk, it's different. Everything is different. Rumors are half of how he knows her now, from the kids and Simon likes to share his observations, but Derek's trying to understand how everything works in this relationship now. Nothing is sensical. What the fuck are they?!

Track Twenty: Suburban Legends

"You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious."

Peter is cheating, and he's doing it right in front of Derek, who wants to tell Casey, but he can't. He just can't do this when he doesn't have proof, it's just suspicions, but god, they'd be a legendary couple. Derek would never hurt her like this. They would be suburban legends.

Track Twenty One: Is It Over Now?

"At least I had the decency/To keep my nights out of sight."

It's been years, and Derek's living with Casey now, but things aren't over. He doesn't know if they'll ever be. Will they ever get over each other? Probably not. But Jesus, he wants to. Kind of. He also wants to shove her against a wall because the longing is giving him way too many soft thoughts. She's with Peter, allegedly in love, and this is cruel because he's forced to know that every time he sees her stupid ring.

[sirjuggles]

Worm Reading - Part 3, Arc 3 Agitation

This naming convention seems a little repetitive but I assume at some point I'm going to post an update that doesn't coincide with the same Arc number and then I'll be glad I did it this way to keep track.

Notes I took along the way while reading Arc 3 (this one got long sorry):

I forgot to mention last time, but Rachel's dogs are all Good Puppers who listen to their momma and I hope nothing bad happens to them! (something bad will almost assuredly happen to them and I'm gonna be unhappy about it when it does)

I keep forgetting the Undersiders are just high school kids. Gah reading YA fiction is weird beyond a certain point, because I remember when I felt like "yeah it makes sense for kids this age to be having adventures" but now I'm at the point of like "When I was five years older than you I still lived with my parents and borrowed the car when I needed to go somewhere, you are a child what are you doing robbing banks??" (that's more an issue of lived experience on my part but still)

Taylor keeps talking about "oh this is just an undercover operation I'm not really a member of this team of villains" girl you are PLANNING A HEIST ROBBERY. You spoke to one of the big superheroes once and he was a little skeptical on how you looked like a bad guy. The Good Guys do not think you are a Good Guy, and nothing you have done would convince them convince them otherwise!

Ooh ok we get some info on the Protectorate Youth League. Aegis seems basic, though tough to deal with in a hand-to-hand fight. Clockblocker is MUCH more interesting, because I firmly believe any time shenanigans can be broken with the right application. Vista is a reality warper, and even worse a YOUNG reality warper, so the potential for horrifying power is there. Kid Win is a nerd on a flying skateboard, I hope he has dumb 90's catchphrases. I'm actually really curious about Gallant, he's got a relationship with Glory Girl who we already saw is not to be trifled with, plus emotion-manipulating blasts are a great story mechanic for adding chaos. Shadow Stalker VS. Grue nemesis showdown I am totally here for it! I already kinda don't like Brian so I hope she's super catty and causes him a ton of trouble.

Worldbuilding tidbit! Manton Effect! So most powers aren't able to affect living beings, unless it's a power that specifically affects living beings? That seems... arbitrary. That does remind me of a question I had earlier about Alec's power, and how delicate his control over it is. So far he doesn't seem interested in things like practice, but I wonder if given practice he could, say, control people's fingers with enough precision to make them type out a message? Or, more to the point, if he could send a nerve signal to send someone's heart into a lethal rhythm or trigger a seizure?

Have I mentioned I don't like Brian? It was implied that he's abusive towards Rachel, and beyond that he's just got an all-too-familiar energy of "I know you want me to like you" and he is smart enough to use it to manipulate the people around him. When Alec was training with him, Alec pointed out that the example Brian was referencing didn't happen the way he said it did, and he just brushed it off. He seems to be in the habit of reinterpreting events the way he wants them to be, in a way that is often referred to as gaslighting (though isn't technically in line with the original usage of that term).

Oh Taylor talking to her dad before going out for the night was heartbreaking. God this is so hard for both of them, but that conversation was actually kind of a step in the right direction? Shame it had to be brought about because it's actually a cover story for this whole new bunch of dangerous trust-violating stuff that's probably about to blow up in her face.

OH SNAP SHE'S MEETING ARMSMASTER I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING

#ArmsmasterWasRight

Hm who are the two murderers on the team? I seem to remember Rachel basically blew up her foster home when she bailed, so that wouldn't surprise me. It could honestly be any of the other three... I think Lisa has the bloodthirsty streak but I don't think she's physical enough. I don't like Brian and I could see him killing someone in the dark. Honestly though I suspect it's Alec! He's been noted to have a sadistic streak about using his power, and we haven't actually seen him in action.

God Taylor's gotta come up with a better cape name than Bug. It's so bad.

Holy jeez I cannot overstate how horrific what she just did to Clockblocker is. Bugs under eyelids and in nose arghhhhh no no no no no.

Whole fight scene is great, I will refrain from commenting on every bit.

Yeah I definitely still love Tattletale. Her work on the GG sisters was beautiful.

Interlude 3 - Wards: Hahaha after all that chaos nice to see that the corporate heroes don't just get to brush off all the property damage they caused.

Huh. Aegis actually seems cooler than I thought. His power basically makes him an invincible punching bag, but he seems to do a pretty reasonable job of making leadership calls for the team and also brushing off holes in his lungs and detached retinas.

Hm. There's some of the stuff around the weight of obligation on Panacea that I was expecting. Yeah. That sucks and there's not a good answer.

I keep going back and forth on Gallant. I see him as sort of a Bruce Wayne rich handsome playboy who's also a superhero. Except he's ALSO got awesome emotion-reading powers. He was a little awkward with Panacea, but I can't decide if he's trying to flirt with her or just trying to be kind. Feels like he's got a bigger role to play here, but I'm not yet sure in what capacity.

Side note, I do sorta love the implication that there's this big fancy high school where all these superpowered kids go on the other side of town from what we've seen so far. I bet there's fanfic out there of the social scene drama that goes on at that school that we just don't see in Worm. What would life have been like if Taylor had been able to transfer over there to get away from her bullies? Might she have fallen in with the Wards? This all could have gone so different....

[wavernot4love]

hello wanted 2 talk about a bunch of fun things from Thursday first show of War All The Time tour 2nite at the Town Ballroom in Buffalo (this will include setlist spoilers)

(starting with a random little video of title track, the rest of it is in the keep reading thingy)

- TURNPIKE DIVIDES FOR THE LAST SONG??? they let her see the light of day!!! i am probably the only person who has heard her at 2/3 of the thursday sets they have seen /lh

- geoff took the piss out of victory records for not paying bands while talking about how i'll be you & jbny are mirrors of each other then played them back to back (also described jbny as their heaviest song.... correct!!!)

- crowd was GREAT. great pits, surfing vibes, actually hell, vibes were just great all around.

- make sure you get there early so you can catch both many eyes & rival schools (steve (thursday) actually played for rival schools today which was cool). i thoroughly enjoyed both sets, and tonight honestly made me a fan of many eyes as a project. i wasn't sure what to expect receptionwise from a buffalo crowd [insert every time i die lore] but everyone showed up for keith (buckley, former singer of etid)/them. i also thought he/they did great, and he seemed genuinely humbled. also saw him around after the show, bro was loading out merch so i didn't wanna bother him, but yeah, dude seemed chill. really enjoyed the songs as well, i'll be spinning them and staying tuned for future releases for sure.

- between that set, everyone just feeling like a true community all night, & a cameo from a local scene legend (if you know hardcore, the singer of terror/buried alive was watching sidestage all show, keith shouted him out hahaha), let's just say i felt like how i'd imagine patriotic americans feel when they hear the national anthem, but the western new yorker edition.

- between rupture and rapture & division st. were probably my favorite non big singles. so great to hear watt in full dude and the crowd was very engaged the whole time

- one thing that really sucks is geoff explained as they came out that pretty much all their instruments randomly got stolen right before they left for tour, so they were a little panicky and stuff but basically, nothing was gonna stop them from having a good time in buffalo (paraphrased). apparently when they were sorting out the tour routing a while back someone told them they should start in toronto but they were like, nah dude, we want to start in buffalo. back to my western ny patriotism analogy, i see. anyways, now that's what i call resilience. they put on a great performamce with such great energy, you can tell this is a band that truly loves doing this whole thing. support the guys extra hard this run.

- as the opening bit of understanding started i looked back at the carnage going on in the giant pit that was open at the moment and had to just. smile at That being a moment people were crowdkilling each other to /lh

- i brought my (digital) point & shoot and shot from the crowd! very stoked on those as i was quite close all show, will update with those once i edit em! will probably also be posting a review kinda thing on my site/ziney thing once i get that back up and published

- one final thing that haunts me is the wonder of what geoff was talking about here in this instagram story post from earlier. i even stuck around after the show (which ended around 10:30) in case... i don't know, thursday were to fly out of some sort of confetti cannon at 11 pm sharp, i have no idea, dude. someday i will ask geoff about Minds Blown - 11.00pm

anyway, every time i've seen thursday this past year of having the joy of really knowing their music (i'd heard of them of course just through being in the scene for years, but had just never listened then) thursdayband has come 2 mean more and more to me and i truly hope they never stop playing together as long as it makes them happy <3

[poisonouswritings]

okay... last ask... for now.. I DON'T WANNA BOMBARD YOU SKHSKS

anywhos,

hc of Sage and MC getting into a fight where he accidentally says something seriously hurtful? Mc who deadpans upon hearing it and calmly walks out of the room they're in. Later Sage (or anyone else) goes to check on them in their room but they can overhear crying coming from the other side of the door. Yknow the vibes

IT NEEDS A HAPPY ENDING THO THIS IS HURT/COMFORT BECAUSE I AM NOT STRONG ENOUGH

anywhos, thank you for all you do for the fandom ozzy! You keep the brainworms alive and well.

[Gets carried off by a giant cockatiel]

This post has a really good example of this and I'm gonna try really hard not to be too similar lol

Reg I want you to know that I've written this for Kit,, like they got into a really bad argument over something and she semi-accidentally said something hurtful so he said it was her fault Snow died and if you listen real closely you can hear my heart breaking at that part

GN!Reader, hurt/comfort, self-hating thoughts, vague mentions of (metaphorical) violence and self-harm, soft ending, kinda long

It was such a stupid fucking argument. He couldn't even remember who started it, much less what it was about. In the moment it doesn't matter. You accuse him of drinking too much. He calls you a prude. You snap that his anger makes him dangerous. He snarls that you're a coward.

Your voices are rising. There's nothing physical - no blows dealt, no blood lost - but it still hurts. That's the danger of letting someone in, isn't it? You expose the softest parts of yourself and wind up vulnerable. Beaten. Gutted by the hand of the person who you love most.

There's some part of him - that dark, gnawing monster in the pit of his chest that craves blood and destruction - that knows you will leave him. And maybe that's why he does it. So that when he sits at the bar and drowns his pain in whiskey he'll feel that it was inevitable. That he is simply a monster obsessed with his own self-destruction and there was nothing he could have done to change it. It puts flames in his blood and red in his eyes.

He knows you. The little fears that creep out of shadows, the insecurities that whisper in your ears, the regrets that refuse to rest in the graveyard of your past. You'd shared them all with him in moments of intimacy, his arms wound around your waist and your fingers combing through his hair as you mumbled your secrets. Yeah, he knows you.

He knows how to hurt you.

The words fly out of his mouth before he even knows that they're forming on his lips. And it isn't until he sees the way your shoulders stiffen and your eyes go dark that he realizes it would have hurt less if he'd just hit you.

Your lips move soundlessly for a moment. Then you shake your head just slightly and stumble like the world is spinning and run as far away from him as you can.

He feels sick to the pit of his stomach. Didn't he make a promise once? That he would never lose control of his corruption? That he would never, ever, ever hurt you?

Fuck. His head is pounding. He wishes he could tear his own throat out. He hates himself for it - well he hates himself for a lot of things but this is just the fucking cherry on top - but his ears flick as he tracks your footsteps. They move in short bursts like you have to stop to catch your breath.

A door slams shut. The fire in his veins finally turns to ice. His hands won't stop shaking no matter how tightly he balls them.

He isn't sure what prompts him to look up but he sees Felix and Anisa. How long were they standing there for? He has no idea. But from the look of horror in Felix's face and the look of rage on Anisa's, he guesses it was long enough. Before either of them can get a word out, he storms away, through a hidden passage and into the darkness that craves his damnation.

It's not the first time he wishes Elowen had killed him in Mournfall, but it's the first time he means it.

-----

The other two Starsworn know better than to intervene right away.

First they collect themselves. They've seen Sage's temper explode but it's never been like this. Never against you.

It's Anisa that goes off to find you, about an hour after the incident. She thinks back to the question she asked you oh-so-very long ago; Do you trust Sage? She remembers the way a tired smile had quirked the corner of your lips when you confirmed you did. In fact you'd seemed a little amused that she'd even asked.

Maybe it's wrong of her but she can't help but wonder what your answer would be now.

She doesn't have an ilephta's sense of hearing but she can still make out the sounds of your muffled sobs and choked wails from halfway down the hall. It tears her heart in two.

When she steps nervously up to the door she can't bring herself to knock. Not when you let out another muffled scream into your pillow. So instead she leans her back against the cold stone wall and waits.

And waits.

And waits.

It takes another half hour for your wails and sobs to subside, and even then she still hears clear sniffling. You only go silent when she taps on the door.

Her voice is soft. Sincere but not pushing. Do you want her to beat Sage up? ... No? No, you're right. It wouldn't make you feel better. She just wanted to bring a moment of levity. ... Well, look, i-if you... If you want to talk about anything... You know where to find her. And if you want her to send Sage out of Fathom so you don't have to- ... ...no. You're not that type of person. She knows that. She just... She just hopes you won't let him think what he said was okay just because he's hurting too. That's all. But you're a strong person, perhaps stronger than you realize. She doesn't mean to tell you how to handle this. She's just... She's worried about you. ...

The door creaks open. You poke your head out just enough to see her. Your eyes are red and puffy from sobbing and your voice is scratched from screaming. You thank her. She asks if you'd like some tea. You're about to refuse when a rough cough rattles your dry throat.

... maybe a cup wouldn't hurt.

-----

Felix goes to find Sage.

While he might not have the ilephtas impressive knowledge of Fathom's hidden passages, he does have a tracking spell. And it's using this spell that he finds Sage leaning over a balustrade, cold night air cutting against his skin, moping.

He tells Felix to leave before he's even set foot in the balcony. Felix promptly ignores him and walks over anyways.

The stand in silence for a few minutes, looking out at the night suffocating Porrima. Sage asks how you're doing. Felix admits he doesn't know for sure, considering he didn't go with Anisa, but he imagines the answer is 'not well.'

Sage buries his face in his hands and asks Felix to throw him over the railing.

Green flames flicker at Felix's fingertips. He clenches his hands into fists to snuff them. Then crosses his arms over his chest and tells Sage to get over himself. Sure, Sage did something horrible. And it's good that he feels guilty over it. But he hurt you. You are the one that suffered the wrath of his rage. You are the one that ran off with tears in your eyes. So Sage needs to stop being so damn self-pitying for a moment and do whatever he possibly can to help you. And if that means staying away for a while, fine - but he needs to put in the effort before he turns tail and runs away.

Sage's growing growl dies in his throat. He fixes Felix with a tired glare. Amber eyes are gradually come into focus. His throat is thick with angst as he asks if it's even a good idea. Won't his presence hurt you more right now?

Felix sighs. The fight drains from his shoulders and he looks out at the skyline again. The air doesn't feel quite so oppressive this time. The distant torches seem to glow just a little brighter.

He loved Rime. And Rime loved him. There was no doubt about that. But they argued - gods how they used to argue sometimes - and they hurt each other. Ugly words were gargled like broken glass in bleeding throats, tears formed rivers, pain was a currency. They were horrible incidents. Ones that Felix still shudders to remember.

But there were other things too. Hesitant touches. Whispered apologies. True remorse. More tears - always more tears. New understandings. New beginnings. They're messy and imprecise and confusing. But they were genuine.

No matter how devoutly and purely you love, you will inevitably hurt your partner. Just as they will inevitably hurt you. But if you love them enough, you won't just run away. You'll stay and pick up the pieces and try to mend them. And with any luck you'll make something stronger in the process.

Sage closes his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. The same way you taught him to do when the little beast in his chest starts to claw and gnaw and crave.

Not again. Not again.

-----

Sage knocks softly on your door. He doesn't want to wake you if you're asleep. It's late now - or early, depending on how you look at it. He'd stayed outside longer than he meant to trying to figure out what to say. All he'd really accomplished was remembering how shitty he was at stringing together sincere words.

He just barely hears you mumble that the door is unlocked. It creaks almost painfully loud when he opens it. His ears pin against his hair. His tail gives an agitated twitch.

You're little more than a pile of blankets and pillows and two weary eyes poking out of them. As his own eyes rapidly adjust to the dark, he can make out dried streaks of tears clinging stubbornly to your cheeks.

Gods he hates- ... No. This isn't about him.

You sigh softly and lift up the blankets, revealing the empty spot against your side that was normally reserved for a certain overgrown cat. He hesitates. Wrestles down a new wave of self-hatred. Kicks his boots off and half-heartedly nudges them to the side. Leaves his armor and sword on the desk and drapes his jacket over the back of the chair. Slowly crawls in beside you, settling into the familiar dip in the mattress that is his and his alone. You tuck yourself against his side and mumbles that he does a much better job of keeping you warm than the blankets do, anyways.

And for a few minutes you both sit there. You mush your cheek into the broad expanse of his chest. He runs his fingers up and down your spine.

He's... Sorry doesn't even begin to cover it. You know he didn't mean any of it, right? That he was just worked up and angry and he lashed out at the nearest thing. And that doesn't make it right - it'll never be right - but he never in a million years wanted to hurt you.

You close your eyes and hum in agreement. You know he didn't mean it. But he still said it.

He knows that. And he knows he'll have to work hard to regain your trust. That is, if you even want him to....

You tilt your head up just enough to lock eyes with him. Call him an idiot. Snuggle back up to his chest.

The little laugh he gives is somewhere between relieved and incredulous. It's the first time he's relaxed in hours.

Sure, there's plenty of work to be done, discussions to be had, apologies for be made.

But you're still here in his arms. And that's enough to lull him to a restful sleep.

[yourolddunsparce]

Benny the Butcher - Everybody Can't Go

Y.O.D, signing on,

WE ARE SO (kinda) BACK BABY

Alright, before I get into this, I gotta apologize for not dropping part 2 of my other post. I got like zero interaction and was massively discouraged, but after talking with other tumblr people I learned a very valuable lesson. Reblog all your shit. I told myself I was going to react to this album as soon as I could and not wait for the weekend, and I've had it on repeat for all of my work day, so I'm massively excited. Especially because I quite enjoy this album! This will act as my first "review", but I don't have the musical knowledge nor background to elaborate on what I really want to describe, so I'll be saying a lot of "I like this, I don't like this". If you want some actual in-depth critique from a huge Griselda fan, go watch B-Side Rap Reviews when he eventually drops a reaction video, if he even does. He's not a particularly huge fan of Hit-Boy, so he may skip on this all together, but who knows? It looks like he still has to react to Boldy James's latest project as well, but I like his content, so I hope he does. Let's get back into this though, for real.

(EDIT: Okay fine, I dropped it Saturday, sue me)

Background

As a small introduction, you should know that Benny the Butcher is an absolute fraud, because his real name is Jeremie. Carving out a niche in Buffalo, NY with his cousins Alvin and Demond, he's since started his own label, Black Soprano Family. The majority of his output for last year were features with many of his B$F crew, as well as some higher profile appearances on various projects with his Griselda brothers and a Smoke DZA + Flying Lotus collaboration album (I still need to check that one out). This followed up a huge 2022 when he dropped the latest installment to his critically acclaimed Tana Talk series, culminating in Griselda Records collectively receiving their first ever GOLD certified record. Safe to say, the Butcher has kept busy these past couple of years, especially with the crafting of his Def Jam debut in the new album. Originally set to release as early as August of last year, it got pushed back to this first month of this year. With dual production from Hit-Boy and The Alchemist, it's easy to be concerned with the lack of credits from Daringer and the Griselda stable of producers fans are used to hearing. As you'll soon find out, however, it makes for a mostly solid debut album on his first major label, so I think it all worked out well enough! No, we will not be talking about his mediocre Freddie Gibbs beef.

Track by Track

Jermanie's Graduation - The first Alchemist beat, and holy shit does it hit. Benny the Butcher has quite frankly never missed on intro tracks, and this is no different. A classic piano loop accompanied by a 3 minute verse and no hooks, Benny at his finest. He spits about his come up and keeping his clique together (and emphatically dispels any rumors of leaving his Griselda ties behind on his path to the mainstream), going from the streets to private jets as he flows over the beat. I could definitely do without the poop bars though ("So I'm shitting around these pussies just like a all-gender restroom"), but it's a top tier intro track that sets up new listeners for what's to come while exciting Griselda fans.

BRON - The first Hit-Boy beat, and probably my favorite one, but I don't think it holds much of a candle to Alchemist's beats. You'll see my point later on, but the layered horns make you bounce in your seat while Benny flexes about rich people things. Third single off the album, but I'm confused as to why it wasn't the first. Lebron has been seen vibing out to Burden of Proof and many other Benny projects before, dropping this as the first single probably gets this much more hype then the Lil Wayne feature. I know he's probably going to post a clip of him working out to this though, this track bangs hard.

Big Dog (w/Lil Wayne) - The big single off the album, I like just about everything except the hook and the outro. Benny and Tunechi are sliding on this beat with no effort, and Wayne especially delivers a great verse. The sample sounds like this synth being reversed accompanied by clattering piano chords that pop in occasionally. Not my favorite Alchemist beat, but the dog barks he adds lend to the theme well. The only thing I'm really caught up on is that stressed hook, I'm not convinced Benny can make it work. I especially dislike the outro being a refrain of the hook, and I don't think it adds much to the track, but overall it's an enjoyable listen. Wayne shouts out the Suns too, but they're barely clinging on to the 6th seed, come on.

Everybody Can't Go (w/Kyle Banks) - By far my least favorite track, it's a definite skip for me. The actual song itself isn't that bad, but I think the chipmunk sample is tuned up way too much, to the point where it actively annoys me. It sounds eerily similar to Burden of Proof's Thank God I Made It, which is where I think most of my frustration comes from. It's got a better sample, a better hook, and Benny delivers a sweet tribute to both his mother and shouts out his deceased brother Machine Gun Blak (a very important footnote in Griselda history). Not that this track's lyrical content is lacking, but he's setting himself up for some terribly aged bars depending on this year's election cycle ("Know ima win, like the election if Trump run again").

TMVTL - Griselda fans, this is the one. Vintage storytelling from the Butcher on a double beat switch from The Alchemist. Benny switches up his flow in the first beat switch before reverting back when the second one rolls around, and the eerie soundscapes provided let him tell some haunting stories, with a repeating sentiment of trust over love in some chilling bars. It really turns up in the third half, when he's rapping about himself in third person in a story mirroring a real-life incident where he got shot in the leg. I'm not sure if Benny's done any post release interviews to confirm my speculation, but it would add another layer to the highlight of the album if it were intentional. If you're not into Hit-Boy and the mainstream direction Benny may be headed, this is the first track you'll want to hit up.

Back Again (w/Snoop Dogg) - Probably tied for my favorite hook on the album with a little help from the Doggfather. Snoop doesn't pen an actual verse, but his catchy hook fits in this bass driven beat, courtesy of Hit-Boy. The drums hit nice, and the little xylophones in this sample bring this shit together. Nothing special from Benny as far as rapping here, but he flows well on the track for a solid performance. I wish Snoop could have dropped a verse at the end to cap everything off, but I've now added "boogie" back into my lexicon, so thank you Snoop. I could easily see this track sliding into Burden of Proof, and it's a nice change of pace being placed immediately after the grimy TMVTL. Dub for the sequencing.

One Foot In (w/Stove God Cooks) - 2nd single off the album, and it is a damn shame we don't have Stove on the hook. The adlibs Benny throws in the hook feel way too wordy to work, I think keeping the empty space between his bars would have been fine. Either shorten the adlibs or have Stove come in, but it really takes the song from potentially being great to being just good for me, like with Big Dog before. Everything else about the track is great though, and I love hearing Stove over Hit-Boy as opposed to drumless loops or chaotic Conductor Williams beats (I love Conductor though, check out his new video on his YouTube channel). His verse is funny as hell too, and Benny continues to display his chemistry with Hit-Boy in the beginning verse.

Buffalo Kitchen Club (w/Armani Caesar) - THEY AIN'T FUCKIN WITH LIZ AND THE BUTCH. Tied with Back Again for my favorite hook, I think this is probably my favorite track on the whole album. Armani Caesar fucking murders the hook, and she has a nice verse before Benny comes in to finish the job. I'm not generally a fan of sex bars in general, especially if they're older dudes (looking at you Drake, Nas), but Benny doesn't try to hammer it in, and it feels natural with his flow. This is also probably my favorite Alchemist beat on the song, the bass is absolutely perfect with those piano loops. Low key would add this to the workout playlist as well, but I'll be bumping this regardless.

Pillow Talk & Slander (w/Babyface Ray & Jadakiss) - I've listened to this song maybe 20 times now, and I still don't know what to think about it. It is by far Benny's best hook by himself on the album, I feel like he should lean more into simply 4 bar hooks then try and do what he did on Big Dog and One Foot In. I understand he wants to get in his bag though (And he really does try his hardest, believe me), and he's really showing off his versatility throughout the entire album. The beat itself is this chopped string sample with some hi-hat stutters and a piano? I feel like I've heard this melody in JRPG before, but I know I'm wrong. Babyface Ray is a really interesting artist to me, he could easily have shown up with fellow Michigander Babytron on Lyrical Lemonade's latest album, but he's clearly a big Griselda fan. He has Westside Gunn on his latest album, Summer's Mine, and he's also featured on an Alchemist project as well. Even with those influences, however, his music has stayed predominantly in the trap soundscape, so he sounds right at home with Hit-Boy's production, and he holds his own next to Benny and fucking Jadakiss. Jadakiss's voice sounds like it's steeped in gravel, but it makes his bars more menacing as he snags the third verse of the track. I honestly still don't know how much I love this track, but I do enjoy it nonetheless.

How To Rap - This beat came straight out of Roc-A-Fellas vault. I love the throwback, and this synth sample is super sick. This bass kind of hits like a whoopee cushion though, I know FL has to have better sounds then that. There's also a very faint cowbell sound you can hear, and it's kind of bugging me out, but it's still a nice beat. If anything, Jadakiss should've probably hopped on this joint, and even at 2:42, it still feels like a short track. Benny is still bringing his A-game though, and it makes for another good track coming to the finish line of this album's tracklist.

Griselda Express (w/Westside Gunn, Conway the Machine & Rick Hyde) - To air out a personal grievance I have with this track: Where is Conductor Williams? You got a track named "Griselda Express", you have Benny talking about "the Griselda train not stopping" (which happens like 16 times in the outro), and it's not produced by the dude whose entire shtick is being a Conductor?! No, I don't care if he's not actually a conductor, you're telling me we could've had these 4 on this immaculate shit?!

Anyways,

Solid track, even if it isn't the classic Griselda Big 3 (sorry Mach-Hommy) cypher you're used to on their albums. Benny, Rick, and Conway all do their thing while Gunn takes the hook (WHY I SHOOT LIKE THAT x24), which they've done in the past on Benny's projects. Personally, Rick Hyde doesn't do much for me, and I'd be okay with cutting his verse so you could make Gunn's hook slightly more tolerable. I understand putting your people on though (even if How To Rap is right there), so he's alright with me. It isn't my favorite Alchemist track, but if you're producing for a cypher, it's best for the beat not to be too busy, so I get it.

Big Tymers (w/Peezy) - Alright, this is going to be the main talking point of this album, I fear. Griselda fans, please proceed with caution, because that is Benny the Butcher using autotune on this hook. I honestly don't mind it, personally, but I'm also not sure if it actually enhances the hook either. I guess he's trying to compensate for not having the range of Mach-Hommy or the charisma of Westside Gunn, but even with auto tune, it's a super low energy hook that's almost hard to hear. Still, it's a decent track, and it definitely showcases Benny's ability to flow on trap beats (not that it was ever in question) (I know it's not an actual trap beat but it's so SICK). I had no fucking clue who Peezy was before this, but he does well enough, I think. Maybe this shouldn't have been the closer track, but I also don't know where else you put this on the tracklist.

Overall Thoughts

This was the only GIF I could find here with Benny in it, but why does Jay-Z look so perturbed? Did he forget his laundry? Is this when he found out Beyoncé knew he cheated?! That's a clean suit though, no lie.

I don't know what Benny's looking for in his career at the moment, whether it be going mainstream or simply making music he wants to make easier now that he's with Def Jam. If it's going mainstream, I think he could have definitely done a few things differently (I'm sure this dude has J. Cole on speed dial), but if he's just dropping music? Fuck it, let him do his autotune hooks. I think this was a solid project that's going to put a lot of eyes on Griselda moving forward, just as Gunn's AND THEN YOU PRAY FOR ME is currently doing. As long as these dudes make music, that's all I want. I would've loved to see Rome Streetz on this project as well, especially after learning that he's built like this:

HELLO??? WHAT IS THIS??? Get this dude on the runway immediately!!

In all seriousness though, this is a very good project for me, even if there's a few misses and not many truly "great" moments. The one song that I think will really be talked about in high regard for Benny is TMVTL, but otherwise, these all range from decent to great for most Griselda fans. For those not familiar with Griselda, however, this serves as a good base to find out what you like in Benny the Butcher. He showcases a lot of different things, and delivers (for the most part) on varying his performances and highlighting specific things about him. Maybe you enjoyed Back Again, which could lead you to Burden of Proof. If you liked Buffalo Kitchen Club, I would highly suggest Tana Talk 4. Even with more curated cuts like TMVTL, Tana Talk 3 will satisfy your tastes. If this was Benny's end goal, then mission accomplished.

You have to fix the fucking hair though dude, for real.

This is Y.O.D, signing out

[limpnoodles]

So recently...I got a Venus flytrap. And I absolutely love them to bits. I was so happy to FINALLY get rid of the flys, but after searching a bit about them I learned that unfortunately they die off after they close multiple times.

So of course I'm devastated by this. That my pretty baby's are ganna die sooner than I thought.. BUT on the contrary, it has given me a new Willow headcanon.

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So what if like one day... Luz and co. go to the store or smth. (Mabey a Menards, we're I got mine😉) And Luz points out the garden area of the store, and ofc Willow immediately perks up and drags Amity or one of the them over to it.

And then she just SEES these fricken CUTE LITTLE PLANTS WITH TEETH?! And like they eat bugs TOO!?

Girl freaks.

Full on fan-girl mode.

She would probably buy the littlest one, as I truly believe she would be happier to raise it on her own, and like just giggle. Cooing to it in the cutest way while saying VERY unsettling things. (And no ofc I did not do this too them when I first saw them)

And then Hunter and Gus just peek over her shoulder in confusion.

Of course Camila buys it for her, very happy the girl is smiling brightly again. And on the way home Willow is clutching the traps in her hands, so terrified their ganna break.

Oh and Hunter would definitely be helping reading the directions, and how much water and sunlight it needs, ect.

So daily, and mabey even more than that, she checks up on them. Even going as far to catch bugs herself and feed them with a tweezers.

And then just one morning, when the sun is shining, Flapjacks are singing, a scream is heard.

Now, everyone is fucking terrified. I mean ofc they are. And so when they all notice Willows empty sleeping bag..Hunter's the first out the door.

And all of them including Camila, are just bounding down the stairs, tripping each other in the process, trying to find there beloved Willow.

And they all just kinda stop when they see her knelt down right by the windowsill.

"Willow? Are you okay?"

Hunter's the first to speak, totting up to her worriedly, placing a tentative hand on her shoulder.

And then she just looks up to him in absolute tears, holding her beloved Venus flytraps in her hands..

Oh.

And before the poor boy could speak, she flung her self at him developing him into probably a bone crushing hug.

Hunter let out a choked gasp, stiffing at the contract. But just as he was about to ease into her soft touch, she pulled away immediately. Sniffling, she wiped her nose on her arm sleeve.

"Im- I'm sorry Hunter, I didn't mean to I just got a little upset about-"

Her panicked gaze drifting to his eye before looking down in the floor in shame. But just as she, herself was about to respond with more apologies, she felt arms wrap around her.

"It's okay...it's not your fault." He would mutter, placing his head onto of hers.

Tears started to well up in her green orbs once more, before returning the hug, griping his sweatshirt. Small sobs escaped the witch, in wich hunter responded by running a soothing hand along her back, not caring how soaked his favorite sweatshirt would be after this.

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Look I'm not much of a writer but I love making headcanons.

And im sure everyone is confused as to why our strong and brave Willow is so upset about her plants?

Well it's simple really.

On her 14th birthday her father's got her a Venus Fly trap. Now take I to consideration on how a BOILING ISLES VENUS FLYTRAPS LOOK LIKE. NGL BUT THEY GOTTA LOOK LIKE THIS.

Anyways..I'm guessing she always wanted one when she was little, thinking that it's a great solution for her bug investigation. ( Oh god Clover-🐝)

But ofc, being in the abomination track her father's declined. So like when she finally got it she was probably so happy!! And the memories of her father's doing this for her?? Like come on.

So ofc she would be so happy to see a Little version of her baby's. But the guilt in seeing them die- like that's probably ganna hit her hard, and to think she can't even keep these alive how on earth will hers live, even after how much her father's paid for one!

So she's afraid. She's scared. She scared for her plants. She's scared for her FATHER'S.

So yeah, she broke because some stupid plants died..the same thing that reminds her of her father's back home.

[anotherblblog]

Gameboys Rewatch Episode 4

Thrill of the Chase

so like I do feel sorta bad for Cai for this cuz he’s all happy in his lil situationship and feeling good and then here comes this asshole

like I love/hate Cai which is to say I love Cai but hate his antics but I get his antics and his demon twink ways

Terrence - I just can’t stand actual fuckboy

I will say this - like the music cues around Terrence are freaking great love how his bass and lower notes (I don’t know how to articulate well or probably correctly about music so apologies if this is not helpful or accurate) influence the soundboard. “Just Like Old Times” and “Terrence and Wesley” are such great tracks and it’s because of how Terrence has all the low heavy bass leitmotifs 

Gav and his squees and excitement are so endearing. Dude is just playing with his hand revealed

and here’s Cai not being direct and helping the situation....  this is where I stop feeling as bad for Cai

when I talk about this moment and the later Gav v Wesley sitch - I do feel the character tension in Gameboys is very grounded and reasonable - even and especially if the characters aren’t being grounded and reasonable

Cai is thrown off by Terrence and while it’s easy to say “he should just straight up ask Gav” if Cai is already not 100% about Gav, he doesn’t know what to believe Gav does seem too good to be true and it would hurt a lot to go along with that and then have the carpet pulled from under you but I still do assert the more mature and least overall harmful if not easiest thing would be for Cai to have a (hopefully) honest and clear conversation with Gav

relationships and trust are hard

I do love Gav being like “wanna see me naked” lmao Gav is in the dark and it sucks but is also funny cuz he’s the very last to know because people work hard at keeping him out of the loop which makes me mad because I see comments saying that Gav is “dumb” or just a himbo and I don’t fully agree Gav is confident and not playing games or hiding anything and people are playing games and hiding thing from him that concern him, so he just is not aware of all the facts but I have never gotten the impression Gav is “dumb” 

it is funny watching Cai who is not being upfront and kinda gaslighting Gav get gaslit so hard by Terrence. Like Terrence just systematic gets into Cai’s head. Terrence’s knowledge of Gav and probably social media stalking skills really must be sharp

as much shit as I give Cai (cuz he deserves it) Cai is not malicious with his bullshit and projecting about Gav. He’s just overwhelmed and wound tight Terrence is being malicious with his bullshit and lies

Gav is trying so hard and Cai is shutting him down even harder but Gav is very very fucking attune and aware and can sense there’s something wrong/different with Cai and does ask Cai repeatedly but Cai chooses to not be honest and then the bitch runs away lmaooooooo Cai is unintentionally hilarious

Pearl - “try walking through fire” lmao I am very protective of Gav

”bites back” “bites back?” “bites back!” Pearl and Cai are good friends

Cai is insane - “it’s one sided and only favors Gav” - Cai wtf are you talking about? you’re so ridiculous

no more Scorpio slander! trying to make us the bad guys, Chun Li

Terrence’s final part in this ep where he really puts the screws into Cai... oof hook, line, and sinker

like you can see it so well on Cai’s face when he hears it out loud that it doesn’t make sense lmaooooo see, when you do gaslighty clownery

my friend calls the Cai “confronts” Gav scene - girlbossing too hard and flying into the sun 

Episode 4 Final Thoughts:

I love Gav I lovehate Cai I hate Terrence

[letterstotheflre]

broadcast the boom! boom! boom!

summary: sirius always needs a quick fuck before going on stage

warnings: face slapping, choking, kinda public sex, gagging (with underwear)

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT

word count: 1k

a/n: me? not posting a james fic? whaaaat? i also could've proof read this much better but i'm exhausted and my brain is fried so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it is what it is

“S-Sirius,” you whimper, your back pressed against the wall of one of the hallways backstage. With each thrust, the grainy material digs itself further into your skin, the slight burn only adding fuel to the fire inside you.

Even from here you can hear the crowds’ cheers and chants, eager for the show to start.

Sirius’s cock is buried deep inside you, stretching your insides wide. His fingers dig themselves on your ass, lifting you up as he keeps pounding into you.

You know there will be marks there tomorrow, an arrangement of blues and purples that will decorate your skin and make it painful to sit down. You also know Sirius doesn’t care about that.

He enjoys it, in fact. He likes seeing your face scrunch up whenever you try to sit and he loves your tiny whimpers whenever he presses down on them, both being reminders of what he did to you.

“Shut up,” he groans.

“Please,” you whine, moans ripping from your chest with every perfect roll of his narrow hips.

You shut your eyes tightly, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. He sets an unforgiving pace, racing against the clock. He only has half an hour before the show starts, and he had been rock hard since rehearsal started after seeing you on the front row with that tight short leather skirt. The one you wore only for him.

Your eyes fly open when he stops moving, whines of complaint falling from your mouth. One of his hands leaves your ass, and you wobble a little, losing support.

With his now free hand, he gives you a harsh slap on your cheek, your head lolling to the side.

Despite your small whimper, he feels you clench around him. He smirks darkly, grabbing your cheeks and squeezing them until you’re pouting. “I said shut up,” he snarls.

His hand leaves just as quickly as it came, leaving you confused until you feel something soft against your lips. You move your eyes down, widening them when you see your panties. “Open,” he commands.

You shake your head, teary-eyed. “No, no, Sirius. I’ll be quiet, promise.”

Your hips roll against his accidentally, and the hand that still holds you up pinches your ass in warning. “Don’t make me repeat myself, angel,” he warns.

Begrudgingly, you open your mouth enough so he can stuff your panties inside the cavity. You can taste yourself, your arousal having seeped through the fabric since the guys started rehearsal.

“Perfect,” he praises, caressing your cheek, and you preen. He starts moving again, leaning down to nip at your neck and chuckling at your muffled moans. “Such a whiny little thing. Look what you made me do, angel.”

He groans into your neck. You’re squeezing him so tight it won’t take long for him to cum, and you’re so wet it’s smearing his black jeans. It’ll stain, that’s for sure, but he can’t bring himself to care when he thinks about dancing and singing on stage with your mark on him.

He stands back straight and strains his neck to look at your wrist that’s resting on his shoulder. His eyes zero on your wristwatch, his brain straining to understand what the handles tell him.

Five minutes left.

The roaring crowd gets louder and you know the lights have gone out. They must be adding the final touches to the stage, plugging the loudspeaker for Remus’ bass.

Sirius pounds into you faster and deeper, aided by the ticking of the clock. His thumb rubs your clit at almost the same pace and you cry out, but it’s barely heard thanks to your makeshift gag. One of your legs unlinks from the other around his waist and dangles in the air at the sudden stimulation, kicking at nothing.

There are tear tracks staining your flushed cheeks and spit dribbling from the sides of your open mouth. “Y’look beautiful like this, baby. Such a pretty girl,” he coos.

You shiver at his words, the wonderful feeling only intensifying when he wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure to have you dangling over the edge without letting go completely.

You just need one more push, one more gentle nudge. You beg him with your eyes, doe-like and teary.

“Y’like it when I use you like this, don’t you? Like my little groupie, just here to take m’cock? And you take it so well. Your pussy’s made f’me, angel.”

You lose yourself in Sirius’ ministrations, in the sweet stretch of his cock and his merciless thrusts. In the scratching of his teeth on your burning flesh and the filthy words he snarls out.

He won’t have time to go clean up after this, and just the idea of going on stage with his cock soaked in your sweet juices makes him hover over the precipice. The thought of being in front of thousands of people with your secret mark on him makes him delirious.

“Cum f’me,” he groans.

Sirius’ thumb presses down on your clit and you keen loudly, your whole body convulsing between his sweaty tattooed chest and the dirty wall.

Your pussy flutters and clamps down on his cock, his own release impossible to avoid when you dig your nails on his back. A moan mixed with a grunt comes out of his pretty lips, swollen and red from your frantic kisses once he left the stage. He spills inside you, coaxing a blissful sigh out of you the moment you feel the warm white ribbons filling you up.

Sirius pulls your panties out of your mouth and kisses you slowly, trying to calm both of your racing heartbeats. He pockets the spit-soaked underwear, letting a bit of the lacy red poke out.

Tenderly, he lowers your legs, holding you up by the waist as they tremble. “Y’did so good, angel,” he whispers softly, a stark contrast to his previous treatment of you.

You offer him a dazed out smile.

He hears scrambling feet coming from the left side of the hallway, so he quickly lowers your skirt and tucks you on his side. He smiles when he feels your arms wrap around his waist.

“Sirius!” A panting James appears, wearing a tight white sleeveless shirt and holding onto his drumsticks with one hand. “C’mon, we’re already 2 minutes late!”

“Yeah, yeah. M’coming, Prongs,” he drawls out. Then he lowers his face so he can whisper in your ear, “Don’t you dare clean up. I’ll fuck it out of you later.”

[wellfine]

✨ One Piece Timeskip Redesigns! ✨

My last art of 2020 went off with a bang! I’ve been working on these for a while and they’re finally ready to share. I thought it might be fun to concept designs for the crew with more influence from the islands they were sent to! They ended up a lil costume-y, but I like that too.

Read below for flavour text/design notes or just enjoy the art!

LUFFY: I wanted him to have “King of the Pirates” vibes! His hooded cape/mantle is inspired by the coats Shanks and Roger wore, but less cumbersome, mixed with the Kuja’s capes. The design on the back is Ace’s comedy/tragedy drama masks in the shape of Sabo’s goggles, inside angel wings. He can store things inside the sash. The golden snakes around his ankles can expand with him (the tail comes out of the mouth, like a bangle). The Kuja women made his clothes for him!

ZORO: Not a whole lot to say here except he forgot how normal people dressed while he was on Kuraigana LOL. His design is a mix of European and East Asian vampire lore and he just keeps... losin limbs lmao. With all his prominent scars he really does look undead!! This was the first design I came up with and it’s what made me want to do all the others!

NAMI: She’s a Weather Witch! The old men on Weatheria were scandalised by her short hair and tattoos so she... got shorter hair, and another tattoo. Her second tattoo is a four-pointed star inside a ship’s wheel/compass, to represent where she’s going, because her old tattoo represents where she came from. Her hair is also obviously inspired by Bellemere! Her suit is a swimsuit so she’s ready for any weather, and her hood opens up into a giant witch/rain hat. The moons on her shoes are skate-model wavers and can retract up around her ankles when she’s not using them. Combined with her (canon) “milky road” abilities, she can use them with her Clima-Tact to “fly” across clouds!

USOPP: He basically leveled-up in running away, so he kinda fights parkour-style now. His gloves and shoes are made by dipping his hands/feet in natural tree rubber sap so they give him excellent grip. He has little bands between his index & middle fingers he can use as slingshots in a pinch. He KEPT HIS ORIGINAL GOGGLES BECAUSE WHY WOULD HE ABANDON THEM, ODA?? even though he ahd to repair them a few times. The multiple watches keep track of the island’s time cycles and vibrate to alert him rather than make any sound. His coat of leaves provides camouflage, and he can also inflate it along with a birdcall whistle to look like a giant owl and scare off predators!

SANJI: What if Sanji went to Gender Island and realised all masculinity is performative so he came back a drag king I wanted to lean harder into his “waiter > chef” pre-TS design elements. His vest is backless and has more heart shapes at the back lmao. He leaves heart-shaped stamps on people when he kicks them

CHOPPER: Chopper was hard because I think his post-TS design is perfect already BUT! He got the little capelet and the feather from the people/birds of Torino kingdom. The swirls are from Hiluluk’s coat lapels! His doctor bag is actually a little backpack.

ROBIN: ............... ma’am She’s a fantasy/video-game-archeologist mixed with a sleek, modern super spy. She uses the harnesses to lift/hoist herself around by her own hands, using her devil fruit power instead of ropes, Mission Impossible style. She uses throwing knives even though her accuracy isn’t that great because she’s basically just gonna pick them up with one of her flower hands and stab the target close-range anyway.

FRANKY: I actually like that he’s a big messed up robo post-TS LMAO I just think he would love Vegapunk’s chimera designs. He’s sort of a griffon/manticore fusion with obvious inspiration from the Sunny, which he can probably mecha-fuse with somehow now. The paw pads can pop out of the gloves and act like smaller hands for more delicate stuff, just like his canon design. Robin is a big fan of squishing them. Gas from his cola chamber fuels powerful hydraulic attacks! (He can still do the nipple beam :/)

BROOK: Brook was hardest because I couldn’t change that much about his original design, but I lke the result! His skull cracked all the way through (probably excited groupies) so he welded it back together with gold (kintsugi). It can actually swing open like a purse, though, so he can store stuff in it, and his two gold teeth act as the clasp. His collar is an inverted violin, and his outfit is themed around ghost ships. The soles of his shoes are sabaody technology that make his foosteps silent. His cane-sword is now also a mic!

THAT’S IT! PHEW! If you have any questions I’d be happy to try and answer, but in the meantime, thank you for reading/looking! ♥

I can’t tag because Tumblr hates any links, even within Tumblr, but I was inspired to make these redesigns by Bridget’s lovely redesigns which you can find on her Tumblr elekilokal!