#that restaurants can never quite replicate

[ofgentleresolve]

surprisingly, for all the elaborate dishes ray can ( and did ) make for work, when cooking for himself, ray?? actually prefers simpler dishes, but also dishes that be made in one pan/pot. but that’s mostly because one pan/pot dishes usually require less dishes/utensils to wash at the end of the day aka he’s tired, he wants to use as little effort as possible when he’s home.

[l1tw1ck]

unnamed ajax fic 💭🔞

bottom ftm stalker ajax x top masc reader

cw: voice kink, obsessive behavior

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Every Saturday at 7:00pm exactly, Ajax burns his retinas staring into his monitor as he watches you start up your stream.

You're a gaming and fitness streamer. Your strong build, attractive voice, and great personality has drawn in millions of fans. Ajax being your biggest.

He likes to masturbate to your streams, leaning his head on his desk and drooling all over it while he fingers himself desperately to the sound of your voice.

It's especially intense on the days when you stream at your personal gym, working out, talking, and giving tips. He gets jealous that so many people can see you like this but he brushes away the thought for the ability to have such good masturbation material. He somehow estimated your dick size (slightly off but scary that he got so close) and got a dildo to replicate your length, he rides it during a lot of your streams

You even started doing sexual voice audios after you found out the huge profit you'd get from it and of course Ajax is your number one supporter. Since he pays so much he gets a custom one once a month. The things he has you say...

He's been working on finding your address for about a month or so and eventually got something. You hid yourself well, but not well enough for Ajax. He couldn't get your address, your streaming rooms are isolated and impossible to decipher a location from and you're extremely careful about it all so it took him quite a bit to get a lead.

He figured out the region you live in by a picture you took at a restaurant, it's not well known and it wouldn't be easy to get anything from the picture had he not been there before. It was a restaurant he frequently visited because of how good it tastes, how close it is to his house, and it was usually pretty empty. He fingered himself until his fingers went numb that day, realizing that he's been in the same place as you and you've touched the same door handle he did...Had it not been tainted by other people's hands he probably would've tried to buy the door off of the owners.

Although, since he's pretty close with the owners he gets some information about you from them. You come by every other Saturday at around 4, which explains why he never sees you, you come before the stream to eat before a gaming stream while Ajax stays home and waits impatiently for you to go live.

Now he has to wait 13 days to find you and follow you home...

[charlieslowartsies]

hellooo might i pester a director's cut of the dynamics about Suits of KGA? :>

Yeee ofc I shall do my best to explain this bc it is a weird concept but a fun one lmao

A few short comments to start: I had not quite hammered out the details and finalities of Suits until around Ghost Strings, and even that was near the end.

Nightmare's coveting of Fredbear pushed me to really cement the concept of Suits into place.

Fredbear is rare and an exception, he's incredibly powerful but burns through Souls and eats away at his Suit by accident. Even clever Marionette is unsure the specifics as to why Goldy is so devastatingly horrible without trying to be, but the lure of his abilities and powers draws many to wanting to have him for themselves, even if it will kill them. (Marion wonders if shards of Arthur and Henry are what changed Fredbear into what he is today.)

It became a 'thing' out of strange necessity when I asked myself 'what if Mike Schmidt made a "deal with the Devil"?' in that he agreed to protect the restaurant and Marion gave him Goldy. Mike Schmidt was always planned to hold onto Fredbear's spirit since the start of London Bridge.

The haunted, powerful and spooky powers of Suits was created to do two things for the kga plot: Explain the first game's cardinal rule of "no endos without an outer, protective casing" and explore further why Golden Freddy/Fredbear was more spirit/apparition than actual thing in the first game, and why he talked all jumbled up.

Mike Schmidt has been protecting/guarding the Remains of Fredbear's spirit as much as Goldy looks out for his Suit/the rest of the animatronics/the restaurant.

I had no plans to separate those two until around Last Shift/Security Breach was released...then Ideas Happened when I saw Glamrock Freddy >3

The baseline thing to remember with Suits in the KGA is: Good becomes great. Bad becomes worse.

OK now into deeper stuff:

In the diner, a 'suit' was originally just the straight forward idea of 'human wears animal mascot fur suit to entertain kiddos, and give the other Animatronic alongside them a guided force so their programming stayed on task.'

This carried into the Toy's restaurant, as they especially needed some human intervention to avoid wandering off during open hours. (The Toys were never haunted, never really given as much TLC by their coworkers, and developed differently than the older and possessed original four and the two original models.)

After the Crying Child started haunting the Marionette, William Afton noticed it and began trying to replicate what he called Reanimation. It didn't go as planned, obviously, as the Marionette was not human over night, and he didn't understand the concept and, of course, it was Wrong, to try and cheat death. His youngest was an angry, sad, and out of control spirit filled with anguish and wrath and unmoored. But he was powerful, and wanted his father's love even in death, and Marion's ability to Give Life started growing.

The Suit partnership involves one animatronic and one human soul. The easiest ones are, of course, a human dying and their Soul being anchored down into the Animatronic. It's both Blessing and Curse, sometimes leaning one way or the other depending on the two individuals fused together.

An Animatronic can survive after their human soul is allowed to move on to rest, but they retain the humanity they developed from their now lost Soul, even if they begin breaking down. The original four had AIs that were progressing along by the time Afton stuffed their children into them, small personalities that grew as the spirits of their kids took hold and clung to them for comfort/safety.

This is something I didn't explore/detail well and I wish I had back in Devil's Spine: Concerning the original four, they grew from Max's teachings but also grew due to the whims of their Souls.

Freddy's child was a little leader, wanting to protect and keep safe and be in charge. Chica's girl wanted comfort, wanted her mother, and Chica became very comforting, but fiercely protective and not afraid to show it. Bonnie's girl had her throat slit, she had no voice in death so Bonnie spoke for both of them, leading him to be chatty and pointed and animated.

Foxy had a teenager in him before the other 3 had their kids, and he tends to be the more independent thinker of the lot, often able to be more realistic and accept things out of his control, but prone to temper issues when he's hurting.

The deeper a bond that grows between the Animatronic and it's Soul, the stronger their powers. Sometimes the outer 'Suit' is the Animatronic, sometimes its the human. For example, Scraptrap is technically Max Afton's Suit, being the toughest and most protective outer shell. Mike Schmidt is Fredbear's Suit, as he's out more and Fredbear has no outer casing anymore to thrive in, as it rotted away years ago and was stripped for parts as mentioned in Lies Within.

But others in the story would call Max Scrap's 'Suit' as well, the term flip-flops as needed between the bond.

Mike and Goldy's bond is strong from power/force/intent on both their ends. Fredbear is old. And he's gotten Angry over the decades. Mike wanted nothing more than to Live, he didn't want his body and heart to give out on him before he was ready. He was so desperate to survive the nights, their bond kept him a walking dead man who passed for living so well, minus the two heartbeats.

Max and Scraptrap's bond is deep from years of Togetherness. Scraptrap had no personality programming, just a blank slate of an AI that was given to a dead kid who had lost his family, his home, and his life in one terrible year.

The Crying Child's flashlight can forcibly draw out Souls or even unravel Suits.

Suits develop in different ways that are unique to the bond, as seen by Mike and Gold being able to Switch, or Max and Scrap being able to both be functional at the same time with no issues to one another.

The Suits can be healthy or toxic partnerships, they're always codependent it just depends in what way, and what choices the Suits make.

Springtrap and William Afton being the biggest example of what goes wrong when a Suit's powers are used for evil/wrong-doing, obviously. Circus Baby and Henrietta being an example of an Animtronic swallowing a human Soul until nothing remains. Mike and Goldy being a case of "Everything's fine" and then it's discovered Mike has been dead for years. Max and Scrap being a showcase for attachment issues, Max willing to die (again) if he can't be with Scrap, and Scrap willing to murder without hesitancy if someone threatens Max (although thankfully by the time we meet him in Last Shift, he's clearly been taught otherwise.)

I think I've rambled enough ^^; its 1am and i gotta get some sleep lol

[sharkdream3421]

They try out VR headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Selkie, Mezo Shoji, Ramattra)

My birthday is coming up, and I'm receiving a VR headset! I wanted to do something special for you guys due to all of your support. Thank you so much! Enjoy some headcanons!

Izuku Midoriya:

You gave Izuku the VR Headset and he was confused by what it was.

“What is this Y/N?” Izuku asked.

“It’s a VR headset! It’s virtual reality, and it’s basically where you can immerse yourself in what the headset is showing you.”

Izuku was amazed and quickly put on the headset.

”Wow! This is amazing!” Izuku said in amazement.

Izuku refused to take off the headset for some time until you told him that you would take him out to his favorite restaurant.

Izuku was so hyped to eat his favorite food at his favorite restaurant.

After the restaurant, he went right back to virtual reality.

His favorite game is VRChat. He likes being social with others and talking about quirks.

Fumikage Tokoyami:

Tokoyami noticed that you were wearing a strange, shaped-box on your head.

”Y/N? What is that on your head?” Tokoyami asked.

You took off the headset in excitement, “It’s called virtual reality. You should try it out!”

Tokoyami quietly refused, but after some convincing he attempted it.

He tried to put it on his head, but it didn’t really work as it didn’t fit.

There are no VR headsets for birds yet.

Instead you showed a video of someone playing VR.

Tokoyami was intrigued, but politely declined on Virtual Reality.

You shrugged. I guess VR isn’t for everyone. Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata):

Kugo was confused about what you wanted him to try on.

You told him that it was virtual reality.

Kugo took the headset out of your grasp in curiosity.

It seemed like it couldn't fit his head though.

Kugo still wanted to try VR out.

While Kugo was out on hero business. You took it to yourself to make a custom VR headset just for your boyfriend.

Kugo was astonished by your hard work and gladly didn't want your hard work to go to waste.

When Kugo put on the headset, he was amazed at the world that he was seeing.

Kugo was amused with VR and thought it would be valuable for modern day technology and the uses of it were infinite.

VR would be fun for children.

VR could be used as simulators for the military.

And much more uses of VR.

Overall, Kugo enjoyed VR and is interested to see further developments of it.

He also gave you a kiss for making that custom headset for him.

Selkie:

Selkie is confused about what virtual reality is.

His job is to defend the ocean, and much more to what a hero does.

He doesn't really have time for technology and isn't well acquainted with it.

Selkie is willing to try it out though.

Selkie thought it was interesting for small children, but couldn't understand why VR is so popular.

Selkie thinks that people should focus on reality more than being in some fictional, fake, unrealistic world.

He respects people's passion for VR though.

If anything, Selkie has brought a new perspective about technology, and how you should spend your time doing things besides VR in the future.

Mezo Shoji:

Mezo is a little perplexed by the headset that you are giving to him.

You tell him how to put it on and so he does.

His hair is a little bit of a problem since it's so long, but he works his way around it.

Mezo looks kind of werid with a VR headset on.

Mezo never has been one for technology so he needs some time to adjust.

After about an hour in VR, Mezo took it off and said it was okay.

Although, virtual reality wasn't quite to his tastes and declines putting it on ever again.

He wants to stay in reality for the reason of being in a relationship with you and how the real-world could never replicate VR.

Words of wisdom, and Mezo is known for that to you.

Ramattra:

Ramattra isn't well acquainted with VR.

He asks what it's function is.

Uhh? It's used for immersion, and a multitude of things you explain to him.

Ramattra politely asks if he can try the headset on, and of course you let him.

You are a human, but since you have nothing against Ramattra and have been rumored by Omnics that you help them out. He and his kind accept you in their community.

The headset easily fits on his head.

I'm not sure if VR works for omnics, but let's just say it does?

Ramattra is pleased by virtual reality and requests to get more of these interesting pieces of technology.

Ramattra thinks that his army could use VR as battle simulators.

He's not wrong?

Ramattra and his army attack a store to steel a bunch of VR headsets!

What have I done? You think to yourself.

You still love him regardless of what he steels, and he loves you very much even though you're a human.

You treat his kind as you are equals, so he has no quarrel with you.

Masterlist

[daedalusdavinci]

15!

15. the afterlife

hii dea ty for the ask <3 im feeling jasico for this one. if its bad dont tell me im just glad i wrote anything at all after yesterday

In Elysium, Jason's hair looks like spun gold. His eyes are as light as the bluest of skies, his skin with a healthy glow to it that it never had in life. He looks strong, well-fed, and well-rested. It's such a stark contrast from the way Nico remembers him best, wild and streaked with blood, his eyes like a storm. He'd been a terrifying force of nature while alive, scrappy and worn to the point of not caring, but here, he looks divine. Untouchable. Water cascades down perfect muscles that flex effortlessly in his back and drags along scars, soaking into the waistband of his swim trunks. When he glances over his shoulder at Nico, his smile is warm like the sun, that perfect little scar twitching on his upper lip and his eyes sparkling. "Back already," he says, and there's a fond undercurrent to it that washes over Nico, like stepping into the light after a year in shadow.

"Just making sure you have everything you need," Nico says, like this isn't fucking Elysium, like he's waitstaff at a stupid restaurant instead of some kid overstepping his boundaries in the Underworld. He feels stupid even as he says it, knowing it's one of the worst excuses he's come up with yet.

As Jason wades out of the water, Nico is reminded of every dumb slowmo scene he's ever seen of a model jogging out of the waves, with perfect bouncing hair and thick water droplets rolling down toned abs. Jason looks more stunning than all of them. He grins at Nico as he reaches past him to grab his towel, and Nico can almost feel it digging into his heart and settling against his ribs. "It's Elysium, Nico. The only thing I don't have is the one thing you can always bring me."

Updates. Stories. On the surface, their friends grow older and move on, but Jason is frozen, eternally young, eternally beautiful. Elysium is perfect- it's designed to be, and as a demigod, there are always friends waiting for you when you get there. But the one thing it can't replicate is the friends who haven't joined you yet.

Nico fishes around in his jacket pockets, before finally finding the envelope with Hazel's looping script printed across the front. It's fat with pictures, and Jason's gaze softens when he sees it, that pretty blue going misty. "Latest batch," Nico tells him. "It's got Annabeth and Percy's graduation pictures."

"My hands are wet, so you'll have to show me," Jason says, flashing a small smile.

They sit together on the sand, Jason rubbing water out of his hair. Somehow, the sand is never too hot in Elysium, and it never pours into Nico's shoes the way it does in the mortal realm. But Jason's knee is like ice where it knocks into Nico's, cold pouring down Nico's spine when their shoulders press together. Nico doesn't quite manage to suppress a shiver, and Jason flinches back, immediately apologetic. "Sorry. I forget."

"It's okay," Nico lies, pulling out the pictures. "It just caught me off-guard."

It's dissonant. Jason glows like the sun, warmer than he's ever looked before, but every time Nico touches him, he's reminded of the corpse in the shroud that they burned years ago. Jason died at seventeen. It's too young, but it's unusual for any child of the big three to make it as long as the rest of them have.

Nico's not supposed to be here. Jason's gone, and it's wrong to keep lingering, crossing into this place that no mortals are supposed to reach. The chill of ghosts reminds him he can't survive down here, that it's not yet his time to join them.

Still, Nico lingers. He flips through pictures as Jason leans close to see, and he tries to pretend that Jason's not touching them because his hands are wet, and not because he can't. He tells Jason stories about the people in them like Jason's just been away for a while instead of gone, and he tries to imagine that Jason could be warm, if he did touch him.

There are no myths about the children of Hades. Nico wonders often if it's because they, too, found themselves lost between worlds, unable to coexist with the living, but unable to let them go, either.

[fateinthestars]

Star Crossed Myth Advent Calendar Fanfic: Day Twenty - Christmas Meal for Two (Teorus/MC)

(Twenty-Four days of Star Crossed Myth Flash Fics using this prompt list)

Title: Day Twenty - Christmas Meal for Two

Pairing: Teorus/MC (MC's name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 790

Rating: T

Prompt: "A quick kiss on the crown of their hair"

Summary: A power outage sees MC and Teorus having to change their Christmas plans slightly.

A/N: Warning: Minor spoiler for Teo's 'Secret Blessings from the Gods' special story.

Day Twenty: Christmas Meal for Two (Teorus/MC)

___ greeted Teorus with a smile as she came out of the planetarium. She rushed over to the other, sighing a little at the expression on the other’s face. “Have you been waiting long? I did say this event might overrun slightly...”

“I know,” Teorus muttered, still pouting, “I’ve not been here that long I don’t think but it always seems like forever when we’re apart.”

“Well I’m here now… shouldn’t we hurry to make our reservation?” ___ asked, glancing at her watch and realising that it was actually even later than she had thought it was.

Seeing her concern, Teorus finally smiled. He snapped his fingers and everything around them suddenly stopped. He wrapped an arm around her waist. “We can make up a bit of time like this.”

“Teo, I’m not sure we needed to stop time for something minor like this. If we were really going to be too late, wouldn’t teleporting have been the thing to fix it?”

Teorus smirked at ___ and squeezed her waist. “I want to walk with you and have you all to myself before we’re in a crowded restaurant. And this way, no one can bother us.”

Laughing a little, and deciding that talking about this was only wasting time anyway, ___ moved out of his arm and instead took his hand in her own, before leading him toward the restaurant they had both picked out a few weeks previously.

***

When they got to the restaurant, they were both in a very happy mood. Teorus was always very happy to try out new Earth food and ___ had been looking forward to this ever since he had suggested this as what they’d do for Christmas this year, though she’d been careful to select a restaurant where there was unlikely to be many children.

However, something seemed off as ___ approached the door of the restaurant. It was eerily quiet. Frowning, she glanced around and noticed that none of the shops in this area appeared to have any lights on. 

“___, what’s going on? Where is everyone?” Teorus asked, frowning in puzzlement.

Swallowing, ___ shakily got her phone out of her bag and checked to see whether she had missed any messages. She sighed heavily as she saw there was one and what it contained. “... I’m sorry, Teo. Apparently the power has been off in this area most of the day and the restaurant had to cancel all service for this evening.”

Teorus smiled kindly at her. “Oh well, it can’t be helped.”

“...You’re not disappointed?”

“... I wouldn’t say that,” Teorus admitted, though he was still smiling. “But we are still going to spend this evening together, right?”

“Yes of course!”

Teorus beamed at her. “Then it doesn’t matter where we are!” He snapped his fingers.

Finding herself suddenly transported to Teorus’ room in the Mansion, ___ sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “This isn’t quite what we planned, is it?”

“We planned to have Christmas dinner together tonight,” Teorus murmured, “and we don’t need a restaurant for that.” He snapped his fingers again, this time summoning food onto the table in his room.

___ smiled as she sat down at the table instead, looking at the typically Teorus spread of food with a lot of milk based items, though she then noticed that the main dish was hamburger steak. 

As she was looking down at this, Teorus moved over to her and quickly placed a kiss to the crown of her hair. He smiled as ___ looked up at him. “We never have got back to that restaurant we went to before, so I’ve tried to replicate what I tasted there…”

Recalling why she hadn’t had the steak at that time, ___ swallowed a little. She looked up as Teorus sat down opposite her, feeling touched. “Teo… we’ll have to go back there like we said before. Thank you for this.”

Teorus smiled gently at her. “In a way, this is better than the restaurant, we get to spend more time alone.”

___ laughed a little at that. Whilst she knew Teorus genuinely meant that, she also knew he had been looking forward to trying some new food. Although, being in the mansion did make her worry about something else. “I’m guessing you teleported us straight to your room so we wouldn’t be disturbed, but… are the others here right now?”

Picking up his glass of milk, Teorus drank a little of it before looking at her with a bright grin. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about that. They were already on a second bottle of Hue’s wine before I even left. We won’t be disturbed.”

Smiling brightly at each other, they settled down to their meal.

[msweebyness]

Mirrorverse Room Tours, Part 1

These are some fun little clips that @imsparky2002 and I came up with! The villains and heroes decide to use a little magic spell to show off their rooms. Here’s what they had to say! As always, credit to Sparky and to @artzychic27! Keep an eye out for part 2, with Mendeliev’s kids!

Here are the links to the dorm room posts, in case you need a refresher:

• Heroes

• Villains

Marilan/Mari DeVil:

Mari DeVil: (Looking at Marilan’s space in disgust) Well, isn’t this…quaint. Honestly, darling, so drab! Do you honestly spend THIS much time fighting? (Pokes one of the sword-training dummies)

Marilan: I happen to like my room quite a bit, it reminds me of my home. And I’m not the only one who uses my training area. I lead a self-defense class here, for any of my friends who wish to attend. And judging by how easily I handed you your ass earlier, you could stand to take one yourself.

Mari DeVil: (Laughs haughtily) Oh, who needs that rubbish, darling? I pay Socqueline and Fei for that! Why learn how to fight when you can hire someone to do it for you?

Marilan: I suppose I should have expected such an answer from you. (Looks around Mari DeVil’s sea of monochrome) You’re certainly committed to your aesthetic. Though for the life of me I can’t understand how you put up with that smell. (Covers her nose) You really could dust out your coats more often!

Mari DeVil: (Huffs) I think it smells lovely!

Adripunzel/Jafardrien:

Adripunzel: Wow, this kinda looks like Austin’s place in Agrabah! (Pats a small snake statue on the head) I like all your snake stuff! I like snakes too! (Pets Sass’ head) Sass here has been my best friend since I was a kid!

Jafardrien: Yesss. There's something about these creatures that I just find so.... enticing. (Gives a fanged smile as his reptilian eyes dilate) Ssso cunning…and you never know when they might ssstrike!

Adripunzel: (Smiles, trying to hide how nervous he is) U-uh-huh, sure!

Jafardrien: (Gazes around Adripunzel’s room) Ugh…so much color. Sssunshine as far as the eye can sssee. (Quirks an eyebrow) Where isss all your furniture?

Adripunzel: (Points upward)

Jafardrien: (Looks up and is dumbfounded) What the devil? H-how do you even get up there to sssleep at night?

Adripunzel: My hair! That’s what these hooks are for! It doesn’t hurt as much as you’d think it would!

TianAlya/YzAlya:

YzAlya: Hmmm, it’s a little drab, to be quite honest. (Looks around the room with a bored expression) But…it DOES remind me a bit of my mother’s restaurant back home. Do you spend most of your time cooking?

TiAlya: Makin’ food is an art form, sugah, and practice makes perfect! (Holds up a plate of beignets, with YzAlya hesitantly taking one) My mama taught me everything I know!

YzAlya: *Quietly* Wow, this is good! (Clears her throat) Well, in any case, I consider myself more of a sorceress/scientist than a cook! It’s just so convenient to have my lab right in my own room! (Giggles madly as she fiddles with her poisons)

TiAlya: Is that right? (Quirks an eyebrow as she looks at various caged animals off to the side of the miniature lab) Now, given what I know about you, darlin’, I’m guessin’ some’a these pets of yours used to be people?

YzAlya: *Sweating* Maayybee. (Exaggerated smile as she moves in front of the cages)

Fairy GodBro/Honest Nino:

Fairy GodBro: So, do you like, moonlight as a clown or something, dude? What’s with the circus aesthetic? (Brushes some falling dust off his wings) *Muttering* You could stand to tidy up a bit in here, too!

Honest Nino: (Scowls at the clown comment) Well... I think of myself as a business man first, director second, and ringleader third. I'm a man of many talents, after all. (Smiles slyly)

Fairy GodBro: (Unimpressed looks abound) So I’ve heard.

Honest Nino: (Looks at FGB’s floating bed) Say, this little magic trick with your furniture is really somethin’! Think you could replicate it for one my movies? (Gives his counterpart a charming smile)

Fairy GodBro: (Crosses his arms) Maybe if I trusted your “studio” to conduct ethical practices.

Maxdrome/Maxiro:

Maxiro: (Ducks to avoid a drone flying overhead) Dude, even for a comic book stan, this is a little over the top! Jeez, this is like, every supervillain lair, ever! Don’t tell me you have a death ray in here!

Maxdrome: Multiple, actually! Take your pick! (Looks in disgust at the array of tools and incomplete projects scattered around Maxiro’s floor) How do you get anything done in this mess? It’s anarchy!

Maxiro: Hey, I have a system, and it works for me! I like to think of it as ‘organized chaos’. And at least I’m not using my space to make weapons of mass destruction! (Gives his counterpart a pointed look)

Maxdrome: (Shrugs) To each his own! So, what kind of things do you make? (Yelps as he’s suddenly surrounded by a sea of tiny, identical robots)

Maxiro: Well, these little guys for one! I call ‘em nanobots!

Kimules/Kimton:

Kimules: (Looks around) Dude, what’s with all the antlers and animal parts? Did you kill all of these? (Shudders) *Under his breath* I feel like some of these heads are watching me!

Kimton: (Puffs up his chest) Of course I did! I’m the greatest hunter that’s ever lived! No beast alive stands a chance against me! (Looks at Kimules’ workout equipment) Good to see you at least have SOME sense. (Looks smug) So, how much do YOU lift every morning?

Kimules: Ah, just two, three thousand pounds usually. It’s good to pace yourself, you know? What about you?

Kimton: (Internal jealous tantrum) D-Did I mention I’m an AWESOME hunter?!

Kimules: A lot of my friends are really strong too! My room is kinda where we all work out, it’s cool! You know my pearl can deadlift almost two hundred pounds? She’s so awesome! (Cue Lovesick Puppy Face)

Kimton: (Disgusted) You let GIRLS work out with you?!

Kimules: (Triggered Himbo Noise)

Aladdix/Alix Khan:

Alix Khan: (Growling as she tries to shake the sand out of her fur) Grrr, this stupid stuff is getting everywhere! How the hell do you live like this?!

Aladdix: Sorry there, Kit Cat, but the desert is home to me! Born and raised…well, pretty much raised myself, in Agrabah. (Cringes as she steps on a large skeleton in her counterpart’s room) And at least I don’t have an animal bone fetish!

Alix Khan: (Snarls angrily) Well, at least I’m not a kleptomaniac! (Grins smugly) So, how much of this stuff actually belongs to you?

Aladdix: Hey, for your information, I give (almost) everything I take back! (Smirks) Speaking of which, would you be looking for this, by any chance? (Holds up the jungle-themed, antique pocket watch she swiped off Khan)

Alix Khan: What the-?! Why you little-! GIVE THAT BACK! (Proceeds to chase her cackling counterpart around the space, snarling with fury)

Snow Mylene/Mylensula:

Mylensula: (Sneers as she looks at Snow Mylene’s mini-forest) Well, isn’t this just darling? Is that where all your little birdies and squirrel friends live? (Mockingly clasps her hands and bats her eyelashes)

Snow Mylene: W-well, I just can’t bear the thought of my little darlings out there in the cold all alone. (Snuggles a songbird against her cheek) And it isn’t as if you don’t keep your pets with you! (Gestures to the eel tank in Mylensula’s room)

Mylensula: Well, I suppose you’ve got me there! I don’t know what I would do without my precious little poopsies! (Cuddles her eels, before getting a sly look) You know, if you want your little forest friends to always have a safe place to go, I may be able to help you with that!

Snow Mylene: Thanks, but I know better than to make a deal with a sea witch! Just look at Ondine’s dilemma! So respectfully, I’ll pass.

Mylensula: (Snarls) Fair enough.

QuasiIvan/Ivan Oogie:

QuasiIvan: (Looking around at all his counterpart’s torture weapons) Dude...this is messed up. Do you USE these?! Like on PEOPLE?! (Jumps to avoid a wave of bugs skittering across the floor)

Ivan Oogie: (Chuckles darkly) Anythin’ to get those screams goin'. Ain’t nothin’ better than scarin’ someone outta their wits!

QuasiIvan: *Muttering* Damn, you’re twisted…(Eyes the large cooking pot warily)

Ivan Oogie: (Looks around his counterpart’s space) A bellboy, huh? (Chuckles, before noticing the large stone perch on the back wall) What sleeps up there?

QuasiIvan: Gargoyles. They make better company than people sometimes. (Ivan Oogie nods in agreement. People suck.)

Sleeping Nath/Nathaniel of Hearts:

Sleeping Nath: (Pale and shaking as he looks around his counterpart’s space) You have…SO many weapons in here. *Under his breath* Seriously, who needs this many blades, just on hand? Even Mari thinks having more than eight swords is a little excessive….

Nath of Hearts: Ah yes! So many tools needed for executions. *Gives a psychotic giggle as he fingers his dagger* The axe is my favorite! *Starts laughing maniacally*

Sleeping Nath: Oh, dear gods, Help me! (He goes over to his art supplies and begins to sketch to help himself calm down)

Nath of Hearts: (Runs a critical eye over the rose-patterned space his counterpart calls home) Well, if you could be said to have one good quality, it would be your taste in beds! No king or prince worth his salt sleeps on anything smaller than a Queen-Size!

Sleeping Nath: (Blinks) I…actually kind of agree with you there.

Sabrinocchio/Madame Sabrina:

Madame Sabrina: (Looks in disgust at her counterpart’s cheerful and cozy quarters) You really are nuts about the whole cutesy, cuckoo clock aesthetic, aren’t you, puppet? (Jumps when, well, a cuckoo clock goes off behind her)

Sabrinocchio: One, it’s based on my dad’s workshop, he’s a woodcarver. It makes me feel at home! And two, don’t call me a puppet, it’s offensive! I’m alive and have feelings, you know! (Crosses her arms with a huff)

Madame Sabrina: Sure you do, dear! (Scoffs) You say you’re not a child’s toy and yet you have a little puppet stage set-up in here! (Laughs mockingly)

Sabrinocchio: I like to dance, sue me! (Looks over at Madame Sabrina’s room) Well, at least my room doesn’t look like a place you’d go when you’re looking to buy illegal substances! Sorry! (winces)

Madame Sabrina: (Snarls)

Roselle/Queen Rose Candy:

Queen Rose Candy: (Saccharine voice) Well, if this isn’t just the most charming little space you have here! Why, you must have every fairytale ever written! Pity there’s not more pink though! You can never have enough, if you ask me!

Roselle: Um, yes, I suppose! I like pink too! Your room is certainly fit for a queen! The little racetrack is cool, do you use this a lot? (Peering around the candy castle curiously)

Queen Rose Candy: (Giggles madly) All the time, sweetness! I’m the Queen racer of Sugar Rush for a reason, you know!

Roselle: (Notices QRC’s car, and is quiet for a moment, thinking)…Your arcade game is candy-themed, isn’t it? Well…there’s a pig on your racecar. Wasn't there an animal-themed racing game sometime a while back?

Queen Rose Candy: (Aggressive Laughter) I haven’t the foggiest idea WHAT you’re talking about! My, what LOVELY roses you’re growing here! You MUST share your secret for keeping them so healthy! I’m sure my universe’s Nathaniel would LOVE to hear it!

Roselle: (Nervous sweating and laughter)

Julebeast/Juleficent:

Juleficent: (Runs her hand over the dark wood of Julebeast’s grand piano) Well, I must admit, my dear, I wasn’t expecting you to have such good taste! Such lovely gothic architecture in this room. It could use some bats, though. The details are everything.

Julebeast: Uh, I’ll…keep your suggestion in mind. Your space is pretty cool too. Don’t you ever worry about leaving these flames burning, though? (Looking at the green fire warily)

Juleficent: (Waves a hand) Oh, it’s magical, love, no danger at all! I take it you’re something of a musician, to have such a fine instrument? (Taps the piano with her pointer finger)

Julebeast: Ah, y-yeah, I play. It helps me when I…really miss my Luka…(Moves to the piano and begins playing a somber, yet beautiful tune)

Juleficent: (Stands and enjoys the music) You play quite beautifully. (Gets a nod of thanks)

Lady Chloé/Chloéstasia:

Lady Chloé: Well it’s good to see that in at least ONE aspect of your life, you have some taste! (Looks approvingly at Chloéstasia’s expensive and lavish furniture) Honestly though, dear, is it really necessary to have this much natural light? (Shields her eyes from the sun shining in through the massive glass windows)

Chloéstasia: Hmph! It’s the only way to do your make-up in the morning, if you ask me! It used to be a lot cleaner though…I’m still learning with all this housekeeping stuff. It takes up way more time than you’d think!

Lady Chloé: (Scoffs) Perhaps it’s fitting that you bathe in so much sunlight. It blinds you to how soft and pathetic you’ve become! (Laughs haughtily)

Chloéstasia: (Smirks as she peers at the shadowy expanse of luxury furniture her counterpart inhabits) Well, at least all this light helps me see what I’m doing when I get ready in the morning! No offense, hon, but it really looks like you put that makeup on in the dark!

Lady Chloé: (Flushes red and splutters with anger)

Leave your thoughts and ideas in the comments and reblogs! And keep a look out for Sparky posting part 2!

[moon-spirit-yue]

Okay, part two for after the curse and everyone arrives in StoryBrooke:

Once the curse sets in, Raya and Namaari go back to that mindset of praying on each other’s downfall

Raya avoids Namaari like the plague and Namaari goes out of her way to antagonize Raya, much like their dynamic in Kumandra expect there’s less crimes

Because of the curse, Raya and Namaari aren’t 100% sure why they hate each other, but they just do. They make eye contact and automatically think “this bitch”

They’re also painfully attracted to each other but they can’t be thinking about all that

What Raya does know is that Namaari betrayed her and Namaari had to do it even if she didn’t want to but the damage was done

Benja is in a coma to kinda replicate his lack of life as stone and Raya knows it’s related to the incident with her and Namaari she can’t quite remember

Benja’s the only one in a coma simply because Rumplestiltskin hates her lmao-

In the StoryBrooke world, Raya and Namaari are both college students. However, Namaari is a rich girl and Raya bunks with human Sisu in a dingy apartment barley making rent. She’s live the same complex and Snow and Emma

Boun’s boat is a family restaurant and Raya works there part time, Tong is a professor at her university, and Noi is who she babysits for extra cash

Pretty much all of Kumandra’s creatures are locked away underground like Maleficent except for Sisu and maybe even Pranee since they can shape shift into humans

Going back to the whole Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold hates Raya thing, he’s as harsh with her about rent as he is with the nuns/fairies because Raya never took a deal with him and he’s salty about it

Like he will pop into her work, school, apartment at random times for her rent money

Raya delivers the money every time without fail which pisses him off even more

Considering the fact that Raya has no memory, the fact that Mr. Gold hates her so much is so bizarre to her

“Hey girl why is he literally always on your ass about rent? I mean he ain’t even this harsh with the nuns” “Idk man is it because I’m Asian???? Is he like racist or something-“

Raya just keeps a check book on her at all times at that point

When Emma comes to StoryBrooke and the clock starts ticking, everything gets slightly unusual including Raya and Namaari

Raya maps out a route specifically so that she doesn’t run into Namaari despite the multiple classes they have together and for as long as she can remember, it’s worked

The day the clock started to tick, an incident occurred where she couldn’t go the way she usually does and bumps into Namaari which freaks Raya out

From then on, they’re forced to spend time together because of some college class project and a relationship slowly builds

They eventually talk about misunderstandings, fall in love a second time, and Virana will not approve of the relationship because she’s under Mr. Gold’s thumb and again, he hates Raya

It causes problems in the relationship but they date in secret for a bit until the curse is lifted

When they remember, they’re on opposite sides of town and sprint to each other to have a beautiful reunion

Benja wakes up, all the creatures from underground are released, and life is beautiful

I’ll be real I haven’t seen the seventh season which is why I’m rewatching the show so I’m not sure how it ends but what I do now is that Raya and Namaari make their way back to Kumandra and live happily ever after I’ll stand by that

I’m probs making skits of this! So what do you think their StoryBrooke names would be?

[daidoruyume]

Chapter 1 Miyuu and midnight☆RAINBOW

I always made sure people saw me as a very normal person. I was quite gifted in some areas, but I liked the feeling of not standing out and being average. I felt like it was just perfect to be so “normal”. I had been living in Tokyo for college for two years, being at the ripe age of 20, and had even made some friends, who definitely didn’t know that side of me. If you know me a little better, you might think I’m talking about the fact that I’m a lesbian, but that’s not the case, since I was already out. It is a much more complex and passionate thing… it is something that lies deep within me, something I’d never dare to tell anyone about. It is about one person, so important to me I had to see her face in every inch of my room so I could feel inner peace. Someone I’ve spent tons and tons of money for someone I loved more than I loved my own reasoning and senses. It was about her, Yamamoto Miyuu, my favorite idol. 

 I was 15 years old when midnight☆RAINBOW had its major debut. Until then, my interests were merely literature and I didn’t care much about music, but one day, I found them on Twitter and it changed my life forever. Miyuu was 17 years old at that time, and she shined brighter than all of the other members combined (as much as I loved them). The group had some interesting additions, Yuzu, who was half african-american, half Japanese and Ayumi, who was transgender. I thought that was quite amazing! They received a lot of backlash at first, but they slowly built a fanbase and even made it to the budokan. I will explain about each member so I can make it more clear why I love Miyuu so much. 

 The oldest in the group, Nishijima Keiko, debuted at age 20. She’s very lady-like, but has a strong, deep voice. Unlike most idols, she has a larger figure and weighs around 70kg. But the group has this beautiful harmony, and she doesn’t stand out in a bad way. She even started her own brand of underwear for girls with a bigger body, since she always struggled to find bras and panties that felt comfortable. She’s also a great cook and even released a cookbook with recipes she learned from her father, who has a restaurant. She was born in Okinawa but moved to Tokyo when she was really young, only spending her summers there. Keiko, in the beginning of the group’s history, always kept her honey-colored wavy hair in a very tight, big red bow. She started wearing different types of bows lately, but that’s really “her thing.”

Next in line is Satou Satomi, who has always hated the combination of her last and first names. She’s the most boyish in the group, but she keeps a dark brown long hair. Her hobbies include photographing and watching movies, and she even has a YouTube channel where she posts reviews of her favorite ones. She’s really into some weird stuff, though, like foreign movies in black and white which I don’t get at all. She and Keiko are best friends in the group. 

 Miyuu is next, but I’ll like to talk about her later. Fourth is Anna, who is Miyuu’s younger twin sister. They’re fraternal, so they don’t really have the same face. She’s the “it girl” from the group, always dressing pretty and fancy. She knows a lot about hair and make up, so she usually comes up with the designs so the staff can replicate. She has long, straight bright-red dyed hair and she’s always very cute. She’s known for being very different from Miyuu and loooooving to party. Papparazzis always have so much luck with her, capturing her at night clubs. 

 Fifth is Rin, which is how Watanabe Kaori likes to be called. Kaori > Kaorin > Rin. See? She’s “the sexy one”, always liking to show off her moves and charming voice. Rin usually pairs with Miyuu to play pranks on the other girls, and she, in her own words, loves to annoy the youngest member, Ayumi. She gave nicknames for every one of the girls and makes jokes all the time. Actually, her backstory is very sad, since she grew up poor and had to raise her brother on her own, because her parents were very abusive and did drugs. She had her rise, though, after years of struggling, because of her amazing talent. A video of her singing “Blue light Yokohama” went viral some years ago, and it helped make the girls more famous. She also gave a presentation once telling which animal each of the members would be. While wearing a onesie. And then she did a weird dance. She’s… one of a kind. 

 Next is who we call Yume, Kakizaki Yumeko. She was born rich, but sooooo rich, and you can see it. She’s always dressed in very expensive clothes, and she keeps long, white hair that goes down to her knees. Her chara is to be quite mean to the other members, while in reality she’s very fond of them. She’s very smart and almost followed her dad’s career — he’s a doctor —, when she stopped everything and had the realization she needed to be an idol. She has a petite body, almost child-like, and seems to be very fragile, although she hates to be compared to a kid. She has pointy fangs and could probably kill anyone with only a stare. She’s also the one who does burikko sometimes. Who doesn’t like some fanservice?

 Then we have Yuzuna, or Yuzu, as we usually call her. She actually has two names she signs her posts with, either Stella Campbell or Tachibana Yuzuna. She’s way taller than the other members and oftenly made fun of her low intelligence. It seems that it’s most likely a case of laziness, since her family is very wealthy and both parents have graduated from prestigious universities in the USA and in Japan. She also speaks, alongside Japanese and English, fluent Mandarin and Spanish. She’s great at sports and will dress very boyish in these scenarios, but she also loves wigs and high heels and she will dress very femme-like when she wants to. She’s very complex, in my opinion, for being so… gifted, it seems, and yet, when you look into her eyes, you might have the feeling that her head is empty. She doesn’t care about being academically smart, though, and she confesses she didn’t try to do well at school and doesn’t intend to go to college. 

 Lastly, we have Kaneko Ayumi. She’s the youngest and lives up for it, always being made fun of because of how tiny she is. Despite her looks being very juvenile, she’s the smartest member and plans to have a long-lasting academic life. She was also born in a wealthy family, but she wasn’t very lucky since her dad was always opposed to her transition and she lost her mom at a young age. Her name comes from Ishida Ayumi, a singer her mom liked a lot. She’s also tech smart and really into games and energy drinks. It’s said she doesn’t have a good sleep schedule, either. Also, she’s the cutest thing in the universe. I love Miyuu, she’s my everything, but not even beauty can defy cuteness.

 Now, the moment you’ve been waiting for… Miyuu. She’s quite tall, 1,74m to be exact. She has long blonde hair and eyes so bright you can see your entire soul. She’s the passionate leader of the amazing midnight☆RAINBOW and she’s so, but so amazing. She’s a talented actress, having played in dramas and voice acted for animes, she’s an artist, who paints beautiful things and also a mangaka, and she even writes stories with the members! She’s just so… amazing at everything she does. She’s quite boyish sometimes and oh boy, if she’s not gay, then I’m not gay either. Miyuu has the prettiest smile and the prettiest tears. She’s always so dedicate to everything, and loves the girls so much… she’s so pure… and, of course, she has noticed me many times! She always likes and sometimes even answers my comments, and I’ve met her countless times during their promotions. She even once said “I love you to me!” Well, I mean… she’s an idol, her job is to love us fans, but… it felt so special. Still, she’s quite silly (her, Anna and Yuzu are “the dumb trio”), unless it’s about art, English or history, then she can answer anything. But that clueless side of her is so cute, oh gosh, I love every bit of Miyuu… I almost forgot to mention, but she’s one hell of a guitarist and a rapper! She’s seriously so amazing and idol-like. On stage, she can do anything!

 About me? Well, aside from my immeasurable love for midnight☆RAINBOW, I study Portuguese at an amazing university here in Tokyo, since I have family in Brazil and would like to be closer to them. I have a part-time job as an English teacher nearby and, for hobbies, let’s just say that I like to write fanfictions. I’m really excited because there’s going to be a concert in a week, and I’m quite known in the ☆light (starlight) fandom on Twitter, under the username of @miyuuhanabi. I don’t like using my full name online, but since you can read “hana” as “ka”, too, it could be read as “miyuuka”! See how our names combine? We even have the same “Yuu” kanji. It’s perfect, it’s destiny!

 ☆☆☆

 I have quite a few ☆light friends, but my best friend is Kaho. She’s from Osaka, so our friendship is mostly online. Which doesn’t make it hard at all, since I don’t have so much free time anyways. Her handle on Twitter is @nijikeistarlight because Keiko is her oshi. She’s coming to Tokyo next month so we can go to the concert together, which is only available for the fans who sign their fanclub, and, of course, as the hardcore fans we are, we do. I had barely finished my work day when I logged into my account on Twitter. Miyuu had posted! Her stuff always made me so happy. It was about 6 PM. 

@miyuukiway

Kei-chan is cooking dinner for all of us! ☆light, how was your day? Did you have fun? Please rest well ~ We’ll have a live at 9 PM, prepare for good news.

 What could it be? I soon commented. 

@miyuuhanabi

I’m so excited! I won’t miss this live for anything! 

 And, as Miyuu had just posted that, she was still online and liked my comment. It was quite common, but I got happy regardless. I soon messaged Kaho on LINE about Miyuu’s tweet.

Yuuka: Ka-chan! Did you see Miyuu’s latest post?

Kaho: Which one? You know if it’s not directly about Keiko-chan I won’t click desperately.

She seemed to have opened it and read it when she sent me the next message.

Kaho: I bet it’s comeback news! 

Yuuka: Oh my God that would be so awesome. Who do you think would be the center this time?

Kaho: Well, it was Kei-chan last time… so I think it will be someone else. Krystal Ent. is very fair. I hope it’s Ayu-chan. 

Yuuka: Yeah, she had only one center. The other girls had more…

Kaho: But you want it to be Miyuuki, right?

Yuuka: Of course!! So she will have more lines… a solo would be good, too.

Kaho: You still wait for that mixtape.

Yuuka: Don’t make fun of me! Someday she will release a mixtape and she will be a very popular rapper.

 Gee, Kaho can be quite mean sometimes! I picked up my stuff and headed to my apartment which was only a few blocks away from the school I taught at. Arriving there, I could finally feel some comfort. My walls were decorated with posters, bromides, photo cards and chekis from midnight☆RAINBOW, and it was mostly Miyuu themed, of course. I had all of their CDs and DVDs, many towels, shirts, penlights and plushies. They were my everything. And Miyuu was the center of that Universe. My sun, which I revolved around with so much dedication and love. 

I decided to take a bath and cook some quick dinner, anything that wouldn’t take me too much time, so I didn’t intend on using Keiko’s cookbook (yes, I owned a copy!) that time. I needed to be fully prepared for the 9PM live. And, well, I had some homework too. But that I could get done with very quickly.

 ☆☆☆

 It was 8:50PM and I was starting to feel the thrills. The app they used to go live was created by their own company, Krystal Entertainment, and the lives were recorded, but I usually would record them myself in case they ended up deleting it. I never knew why I was so cautious, but, you know, “what if?”. I kept talking to Kaho and sipping from my teacup until they went live.

 “Hello! Shining bright in the night sky with our ☆light, it’s midnight☆RAINBOW!” It was their catchphrase, and how they opened their live. They started with some chit chat, asking if we were getting hyped and if we were excited. The chat was going crazy and, of course, I was one of these fans typing my soul out. 

“It’s been quite a while since we had our last single, right?” Miyuu said. She was so pretty whenever she talked… I loved her so much.

“That’s true!” Anna replied. 

“Which means, it’s time for something new…” Rin started suggesting.

“But we had six singles in a row, that can get a little annoying.” It was Yume’s turn.

“So, we’re releasing something better than a single!” Yuzu said.

“Better than a single? Isn’t it as good as it gets?” Satomi joked.

“Well, our last album was released almost two years ago.” Keiko said. This time, I received a message from Kaho with a few screenshots. She was going crazy over Keiko like I went over Miyuu. And then she would make fun of me, as if I was the only crazy one.

“That’s why we’re releasing a new album!” Ayumi was the one who revealed it to us.

“But there’s a lot more than that! We wanted to do it a little differently this time.” Miyuu started explaining. “Tomorrow, at noon, we will release the tracklist. I wasn’t going to spoil it, but I really want to.” She looked behind the camera. “Staff said it’s ok! So, everybody’s getting a solo, each one far different from the other! We want to show our singularity with it.” That was so… amazing… like, a whole song with only Miyuu? I love the other members, but that was definitely special! And, of course, I wanted to listen to the other solos too. “I hope you guys love it as much as we do. It’s a very special project.” She finished.

 After the announcement, they started talking about random things, and I enjoyed each minute until they said goodbye. Then, I chatted with Kaho a little more and went to sleep, waiting for the next day’s noon. But then, I found myself… at their concert?

[nickgerlich]

A Bigga Pizza Pie

I have long loved maps. Actually, I stared at maps longer than I could read, no doubt fueled by parents who enjoyed road tripping, and a grandfather who loved to regale me with stories of travel. I wanted to see where all of this was happening, and back then, it involved fold-out maps.

My students are probably all too young to remember these. You see, gas stations once handed out free fold-up maps, the kind that seemingly never folded back the way they were intended, and could fill a kitchen table once unfurled. Gas stations quit doing these, because even though they were handy branded reminders, they cost money to make. If we use paper maps at all these days, it is by way of an atlas we bought at Walmart for $7.

More likely, though, we use Google Maps, Waze, or Apple Maps. And if there is any app with which I feel a lasting affinity, it is Google Maps. My returning students this term can tell you I have written of it before, because I organize my entire life around Google Maps, not just to navigate from Point A to Point B, but more importantly to create custom maps that aggregate the objects and places of my desire.

These range from the thousands of vintage neon signs I have shot around the country—plus those still to be shot—to the 1920s-era concrete navigation arrows I have chased, long-abandoned segments of Route 66, and roadside attractions. I press the pin on my map, and the navigation begins.

It’s about time that a company started leveraging our propensity to use digital mapping to be able to deliver the goods, and Dominos has done just that. With their new Pinpoint delivery, they will now happily deliver your pizza to wherever you are. It builds on the Hotspots program launched five years ago, which delivered to 150,000 non-traditional locations, meaning those without an actual address. Now you can presumably be just about anywhere.

Well, maybe not atop a Colorado 14er, but you get the idea. In a softball tournament at John Stiff Park in Amarillo? Bam. Cadillac Ranch? Why not? The buffalo statue in the center of the WT campus? Absolutely.

Of course, there are some limitations, the biggest being you still have to at least reasonably be within their normal delivery area. Dominos isn’t going to drive 100 miles up the country to find you while hitting the trail.

Still, this is a breath of fresh air, because hunger happens organically, and not always when you just happen to be at a fixed address that Google can find via basic directory information. But a pin carries GPS coordinates with it, the lat and long of it all. For example, that statues in the middle of the fountain on campus is at 34.98195896397602, -101.91588813049329. Precisely. As in sitting on the dang buffalo. Next time students organize a protest or something, they can have their lunch delivered.

Dominos has a stellar history of leveraging technology, ranging from those earlier Hotspots to autonomous delivery cars. They know that pizza is more than just food, but an artifact of the American lifestyle. So why not make it available when and where life is happening?

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Of course, while this is genius, it will not be hard to replicate. I suspect that other QSR (that’s quick service restaurants) copy this one, as well as third-party apps like DoorDash and UberEats. And it truly is simple, as simple as sharing your Google Map route with someone else so they can monitor your trip and know exactly how long they have to finish cleaning the apartment. Ahem. I’m thinking of you, Oldest Daughter.

Almost makes you want to order a pizza for breakfast.

Dr “On Pins And Needles” Gerlich

Audio Blog

[jabberingdragon]

So, this past January, I was down in Florida. For the first time in my life on earth for 26 years, I was able to encounter the ocean.

Her beauty left me absolutely thunderstruck. The first time I stood at the sandy shore, I was agasht of the fine grain of softness the sand was on my feet. I'm used to sand be coarse and harsh, but not here. The sandy beach traced the emerald green shoreline as far as I could see, such a pure ivory white that glowed beneath the sun, yet somehow, was soft on the eyes, unlike snow when it reflects sunlight. I watched the ocean roll, observed the absolute vastness of it, I listened to it, took in the smell of the air. Yankee candle has tried to capture the smell of ocean air in the past, but it pales in comparison to the real thing. Aromatic, pleasantly salty, with a note of sweet. Someone may call me crazy, but I swear the fragrance was a pleasant savory aroma, not one that induces hunger, but melts away your worries. Just by taking a deep breath, you can tell the air is alive. A candle company can never replicate the air itself, for they miss one key ingredient: Life. the first time, I allowed the sultry waves to overwash my bare feet, it connected me to a special kind of energy that surged over me and took me to a state of mind I've never felt before, at least, not to this degree. I remember feeling my eyes begin to swell and tears fighting to drip over my widened eyes as the waves crashed like thunder and rolled gently over my feet. I could never imagine how beautiful my first time was, and I am glad to have experienced it.

As the week went by, I encountered some lovely creatures, chatted with some friendly locals, and even met an internet friend who was just as lovely as they always are when we converse.

May I add, I adore how cheeky pelicans are. They're hilarious looking, and surprisingly large in person, but this particular fella I photographed was pretty used to people, of course did a light hiss and polite beak-snap if he felt you were too close, and to my surprise, he was quite intelligent. He definitely impressed me when he was using his long beak to point us to the food dispenser machine to feed him, but sadly, it was broken. He may not have gotten his free lunch, but he did win my heart. Nothing like the hardcore Canada Geese encounter, who will definitely not hesitate to shank me in the deepest darkest alleyways if I so much as look at them funny. Don't worry, I still love my foul fowls.

As for the cat? This lovely lady is Atticus, and she's a beloved Pier Cat that frequents the restaurant I happened to be by. She was stunning, and extremely friendly!

Now swimming in the ocean? I didn't get to do until near the end, as the riptide was rough during the week. The surf was a touch rough, but I didn't mind. I gotta admit, it was definitely intimidating. The ocean is absolutely nothing like the great lakes. There's a power to it that makes the ocean terrifyingly beautiful. What really left me speechless was the absolute vastness. No matter how far you look out into the sea underwater, you're staring down towards an infinite space that holds so many secrets that man has yet to even discover, let alone fathom. It's terrifying, but humbling. It made me realize how small my problems are....and understand and appreciate my roots as a multicellular organism, thinking about how far I have come to be into the existence I live in now VS my long since dead single-celled, archiac ancestors that lived in the primordial sea billions of years prior to me. In a way, it makes me proud of how far I've come in life, and reminds me of how little my problems are, because there is greater, more magnificent things out there that are worth my time and energy to ponder and engage with.

As much as I regret never experiencing the ocean at a young age, I am glad I did now as a fledged adult, because I wouldn't be able to string together words to perfectly illustrate to you my first hand experience, and how it made me feel.

[the-firebird69]

It's a huge huge amount of people here and they're just tested out and see if it works and they're nice in the store and the spices are great that that is a decent store really they have a lot of stuff and it's nicely packaged I could use a vacuum seal machine but just watching everybody and it is just a wonderful number of spices they have hundreds and lots of a healthy and our sun found a few that he likes a lot Korean barbecue which is great and crazy chicken he says it smells like The crazy Chicken from California and believe it or not I absolutely smells the same and he found a couple more Chipotle and it really is exactly what it is they take a hot pepper they dry it and then they season it the spices and then you crush it up and you cook it and just smells terrific it smells just like the Chipotle restaurant because you have to put too much or too little but boy it's really authentic he said it smells exactly the same as all these dishes that people love

Moving forwards and there's a war going on and it's over stuff and Tommy asked is nervous and he should be there are people at him and people who are pushing him and approaching him. As he has people doing and it is damned annoying he said but if he's dishing it out he's going to be able to take it and there are a lot of people around we look a little bit more dangerous than usual and they might be match. And they're coming in lots of them are coming into punta Gorda and it's to stop people and to get information find devices and so forth.

-what's up gigantic number of people are trying to forget he's the incredible hulk but for real. Doing choir doesn't make fun of it and make fun of it and people tell him to shut up and so yeah a good time but for real they never thinks he likes doing and one of the shopping for things to cook with and it doesn't have extra money for it look at spices but they're top of the line spices okay it's time to get away with it it's not that much but for a meal it's like six bucks for 4 or 5 people for the spices but you know you want to authentic and store by and you can make them more of it that's where you get it.

The huge group is settling in more coming down now and a lot more it's going to be big and it's going to attract them and they're bringing hardware and 80 ft tanks yes glad about 5 million of them it's not that many but it is if you think about the area I'm feeling an area of 10x10 MI toe to toe side to side so really 400 miles be by 300 mi to be covered by it but they don't spread out like that it's almost half the state and.... They're likening our son to a duck'saund and he says this kind of it right there and it's not really but it looks similar. And there's a few more things that are happening right now they're bringing other tanks up to about 200 ft they don't have the badger and they want it but they don't have it and it's ours and that's going on too if they're trying to replicate it and they might test something down here there's other things happening today, huge numbers of people are dressing like idiots on purpose yes it's going on now is about four or five people that are stuck to him usually and they still are. There's a whole bunch of lawyers coming down and in order to be suing these people for their activities it seems a little bit lame but they want to try it and try and get them to stay away from them and it is mean what they're doing and they're screwing around for their son as well it's going to be expensive shortly we've had our lawyers down here for quite some time. And I would say maybe by birdy's wife is here so she's probably only 6'4 and it's about right and she looks like a giant and he's used to it but she doesn't come out often and it's a sign

Couple more things it's a large number of African Americans here surprising but they came over from Miami for real and it's because of the loss of social security directorship and it losing power, and it's a ghost people plus them is about 50/50 says it's about right it's like 40 60 but leaning towards garths. Those are you doing this number of people who are looking for Harrah's dirt bike and they find it online they say they build it in Germany or something and it's true but they don't and it's made in America and there's a huge number of them being made giant numbers of the bike and it's going on now and pretty soon he's going to head out he says there's too many people here we do see that too there's nothing to do

It's about 50,000 people heading towards punta Gorda and they're being stopped and there are troops sitting here now so he's going to head out

Thor Freya

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Congratulations, Tori!! For the event could we have fluff prompt 41 + Solomon? I love your blog!!

Can’t turn a blind eye

✎ Solomon x Reader

✎  “Darling, I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.. ” you walked over, hands cupping his face, giving him quick pecks and shoving his ass out the doorless entrance of the messed up kitchen..

✎ Tags: fluff, gn! reader, modern au, crack

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Awww, thank you so much! I’m glad that you love the blog, I hope you can enjoy our time together (。・ω・。)

Solomon isn’t one to fuss and throw a tantrum like a child, but he is particularly picky of how you run things in the house. You were a busy member of an infamous cooperate, mostly spending your days away on business trips, long nights in the office and chugging cups of coffee to get through the days.

But for some reason, you always put him first. Coming home early to surprise him with home-cook meals, a glass of cheap wine and a chat with just the two of you. He’s asked you about it and you just shrug it off like it’s not a big deal, yet the darkening black circles under your eyes tell a different story.

“Love.. maybe you should leave the taking care of to me.. ”

“It’s no worries, dear.. I’m fine!”

Not any amount of convincing could change your mind, you wish to spend any energy left for your darling, nothing can stop you from achieving that. Except an up coming journey overseas. You had declined it but was told it was essential for companies expansion, they needed the best of the best, meaning you were forced to go whether you liked it or not.

Of course, Solomon was upset at the thought yet its the only other opportunity to prove to you that he was capable of taking care of himself, he’s not your little baby boy needing his nanny to spoon feed him everyday. He was honestly excited to have a week to himself, he’s never had the house to himself before, you had always rejected trips too far from home just so you could have a light leash on him.

“Sweetie remember, if you’re ever in doubt, please do call me!”

“Heh, I know, dearest, have a nice trip now~”

He wonders how the last kiss from the airport still lingered on his lips despite it being a day or two since you left. Maybe it was the scent of your side of the bed, your pillow, sheets, leftover clothing in the basket, every corner was a trail of your aura. He was already missing you, maybe he was too spoiled for his own good.

Spoiled indeed, ‘cause he had craving a dish no other restaurant nearby could replicate, the essence of the seasoning, the right amount of chewiness and texture was either overboard or not enough. You were the only one that satisfied his tastebuds, but you were no longer here. What now?

Raven eyes stared at his phone, the temptation of hearing your voice and your comforting words sending nerves to his fingertips, slowly but surely reaching for the device. “No- I promised to let them relax!” He pulled back, rolling his head over to the unused kitchen. Solomon was quite the wonderboy when he was younger, a quick learner of many, cooking was no more than another easy trick to master. Right?

“This seem to look about half right?”

He couldn’t help but groan a little when taking in a bite of the cuisine. The char taste swirled the surface of his tongue, the groggy and gummy texture was hardly able to chew not even stirring it around in the mouth, drenched in saliva could dissolve the thing. Despite how foul it was, Solomon still shallowed every bit of it, praying tomorrow when he tries again, it could be a success.

Day after day, he had failed at the simplest tasks. Adding just the amount of salt to a dessert turning it into the ocean in mere seconds. Burning pre-baked pizza, leaving the crust charred to the brim.

But nothing could compare to the fire hazard he ‘caused days before your early arrival back home.

You were tip-toeing towards your apartment door, trying to drag your heavy luggages and bags without much ruckus. Your superior had let you off early as procedures were finished by the time of the fifth day. You couldn’t be happier, finally, you’ll be in your sweetie’s arms again, snuggling up into him, the scent of foaming gas flooding your senses, wait-

“Sol! Are you alright!?”

“Oh.. h-hi love! You’re home quite- early, hahah..~”

Greyish black smoke slowly faded, the creamy and white foam melting over time, drenching the ground below. Solomon stood in shock, arms slithering behind, the shimmering of the red fire extinguisher tank visible between the gap of his legs. Eyes darted around the room before landing back onto raven pupils.

“Darling, I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.. ” you walked over, hands cupping his face, giving him quick pecks and shoving his ass out the doorless entrance of the messed up kitchen.

And he asks why you watch over him like a hawk?

[pastelcheckereddreams]

Pete doesn't know how to cook that well.

Sure, he can make the basics, the stuff that gets him by, but he's never really tried to cook for the pleasure of it. It always felt too extravagant too self-indulgent to cook lavishly for himself - his grandmother always liked to cook for him, when he had the luxury of visiting her in the past, and his father never cared enough to put time and effort into family meals. He treasures his meals from his grandmother for that reason, and never really saw the point of cooking complicated meals for his own palate once he lived alone. After he joined the Theerapanyakul family's roster, there was even less point to try, with the convenience of a catering service and no private kitchenette.

But then, there's Vegas - who, despite having the wealth at his fingertips to hire someone else to cook or go out to fancy restaurants once in a while, always took the time to cook for Macau. So that expression of love and care naturally came to encompass Pete as well. Vegas comes alive in the kitchen, experimenting with flavours and textures as he delights in trying out new, wholesome recipes for Pete and his little brother. Vegas loves to feel useful, to feel dependable, and Pete is more than happy to give him the appreciation Vegas craves and deserves.

But now, Pete is at a loss, because Tay is such a recent, tender addition to the domestic bubble they have built around themselves - and Vegas and Pete don't know what it is that Tay needs right now.

Vegas is being prickly, because the two things he feels he can provide (food and sex), Tay has declined. And Pete - well, if he admits it, he's of the same mind as Vegas. His grandmother's food has always made him feel better when he has been sick or upset, and while he can't replicate it, he wants nothing more than to ring his grandmother up and beg for some hot soup to give to Tay. But at Vegas's earlier suggestion that Tay eat something, a complicated expression had flitted across his pale face before it had smoothed into Tay's usual pacifying grace.

"Don't trouble yourself on my account," was all he had said, placing his hand over Vegas's own at Vegas's crestfallen face.

It comes down to this - sitting in their kitchen, the house quiet about them, knowing Tay is lying just a few doors away and hurting - Vegas and Pete aren't sure what to do.

Pete wonders, quite suddenly, if Time would have known. What he would have done. And the answer comes to Pete with righteous conviction he still hasn't been able to quell - nothing.

Tay has always kept the more intimate details of his relationship with Time private, and so rationally Pete knows he has no right to just assume these things, but Pete's gut feeling tells him Tay is used to hiding his own problems.

It is a fault they seem to share, after all.

It is this sudden understanding that has Pete rising from his chair.

"Pete," Vegas starts, "Maybe you shouldn't-"

"It's alright, Vegas," Pete says, with admittedly more bravado than confidence.

He returns to the door of their guest suite and knocks gently.

"Tay? I'm coming in."

He moves softly in his socked feet, treading lightly in case Tay is actually asleep. But years of training means he is attuned to the slightest noise, and he hears Tay's shuddery inhale even as it is stifled in a pillow.

"Oh, Tay," Pete breathes, slipping onto the bed and into the lonely space at Tay's back. "We're here."

[universitypenguin]

Bucky Barnes is a Traditional Man

- Bucky Barnes is a traditional man in the sense that his woman comes first.

- You have more doors held open for you than you could have imagined before you began dating Bucky.

- Door to buildings, your car door (always!), he even moves one step ahead of you when you walk down the stairs in heels so he could break your fall, just in case.

- James Buchanan Barnes is quite protective of his girlfriend.

- He’s in love with you and it finally allows some of the deeper wounds from Hydra, from the war, and losing Steve to heal.

- His heart was cold and aching before he met you. Now it’s warm and soft.

- Your perspective on the world is something that attracted him to you in the first place. You’re an optimist in a jaded world and vibrant with life in a way he’s not sure he’s even capable of.

- But somehow, being with you helps bridge the gap. He can look in the mirror and not see the Winter Soldier looking back at him. Instead he sees the man from the 1940s who loved to dance and who hoped to win a boxing title.

- You gave him that man back with your care and affection, even before the two of you fell in love. And he feels such a gratitude for that his heart throbs and his eyes glass over when he thinks about it for too long.

- Bucky is a man in love and you’re happier with him than you ever thought was possible to be. Things are so good between you two; easy, light, and sweet.

- Then one night at dinner Bucky forgets his phone. He asks to borrow your to check the score of a baseball game.

- And he accidentally finds an open porn tab. Curious, he turns the screen so no one else can see and watches. His stomach twists. The appetizer from earlier suddenly isn’t sitting so well.

- Choking.

- You watch porn with men choking their women.

- He’s not judging. He’s really not. But he’d been hoping for something he could replicate for you, and this? He can’t. Not in a million years.

- He’s afraid of hurting you.

- He doesn’t say it out loud because it feels like speaking one of his worst fears into existence. He doesn’t want even the words to pass his lips and take root in your imagination.

- You can’t see him like that. Like a monster. Too many others have and there’s enough truth behind the title for him to sleep well at night, despite all his progress. But most of the time, he sleeps well. It’s because of you and he knows it. Your comforting presence allows him to relax.

- He sleeps in bed with you nowadays. He likes how firm your mattress is.

- He struggles through dinner, the video playing through the back of his mind. When you ask him what the score of the game was he can’t figure out what you’re talking about. It’s an awkward moment.

- The thing here, is that Bucky Barnes is a traditional man. His woman comes first. So he’s going to do whatever it takes to please you and he knows it.

- You always come first. Both in the bedroom and out of it. That’s one of his rules. So he’s already forming ideas about how he’s going to accommodate your kink.

- Two weeks later is your anniversary. He gets flowers, takes you to a nice restaurant and when you get home, brings up the thing.

- “I found your porn open when I borrowed your phone. I’m guessing that you like choking, doll?”

- Your cheeks turn bright red. And you stammer.

- “Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. I want to know this stuff. I need to. How can I please you if we don’t talk about it?”

- “Bucky, you don’t have to... I would never ask you...”

- He smiles. He loves that you’re protective of him in your own way. Knowing this has done a lot for his mental well-being. It makes the relationship between you two solid and strong.

- “I want to give you everything you want in bed,” Bucky says.

- “But you already do!”

- That’s true. Too many of your ex-boyfriends were quick and rough without taking the time for foreplay.

- Bucky is an expert at foreplay. He’s able to build the tension until you fall apart for him is an addiction that he feeds as often as he can. Knowing he provides for your needs like no other man before him is a point of pride for him. (Private pride, that is. Even Sam doesn’t know anything about his sex life. Some parts of 1940’s discretion is very much ingrained in him. It’s not shame. He just likes keeping intimacy... intimate.)

- Bucky is slow and sensual in bed, warm and passionate. With him sex really does feel like making love. It was on your first night together that you’d fallen for him and his patient, gentle way of touching you.

- Orgasming had been so easy when you felt worshiped and safe. And it remained that way with him. Later, these feelings heightened your desire for rough sex with your boyfriend. Because sex with Bucky was a place of security for you. He was utterly harmless towards you and in that context, rough sex would be amazing.

- But things between you two are pretty much vanilla.

- He’s always soft with you. Things can be heightened and swirling with passion, but he’s never show even a flash of aggression or force.

- The super soldier serum means he has stamina for days. He can accomplish and position you want to try, even if it involves lifting you for long periods of time. And there’s no question if he’s going to last. Also, his recovery time is so short “round two” sometimes blurs in with round one.

- But he’s careful about using his strength against you, even more so during intimate situations.

- You’re not “breakable” and he knows that. But you’re precious to him and leaving a mark that isn’t from pure passion would wreck his mental health. Permanently. He’d never forgive himself.

- You know this too, which is why you never asked him to choke you.

- “Baby doll. I want to give you your fantasy. Will you let me? Do you want that from me?”

- You do. You really, really want to be choked by him. So you quietly respond, “Yes.”

- Before he starts, you two sit on the couch and he holds you while you tell him about your fantasies. He takes off your heels while you tell him all your darkest desires. And he gives the sore arches of your feet a massage, listening intently.

- One comforting thing for Bucky is that having been a soldier, he knows how to choke someone. He’ll be able to tell if it’s too much for you. He knows how long before it would damage you. There’s some confidence forming that this will be safe and he won’t hurt you.

- It’s nice that for once his violent past is proving helpful in your relationship. He thought agreeing to choke you might rattle him a little, stirring up old emotions, but it’s soothing. He’s enjoying using what he knows to make this experience good for you.

- He lets things get rough when you go to bed. He doesn’t hold back the passion tonight. Instead, he focuses on eating you to orgasm and holding you on the edge until you pull his hair.

- “Bucky! Please!”

- Then he slides two fingers inside of you and draws fast little circles on your g-spot until you break.

- He lets up on your clit but as the orgasm fades, slides in a third finger and pounds the spot until your pussy creams on his hand and your groans are low and raw, filled with ecstasy.

- “That’s it, doll. Just like that. So pretty when you cum for me. Keep going, baby girl. I’m right here.”

- His metal arm wraps around your waist when you arch your back, holding you so he can keep toying with the spot as your hips begin to jerk away.

- When he’s finally done with your g-spot his hand is drenched. So is the sheet and your inner thighs.

- And you’re gasping for breath from the intense orgasm. When it comes on this hard you can’t really tell if it’s one long orgasm or three separate ones that came almost back to back.

- Bucky takes you in his arms, cooing sweet nothings into your ear.

- It helps you calm down when he talks in a soft soothing voice. The man should narrate meditations.

- His voice is silky and smooth for you, yet rough with repressed need. You can hear the need and it feeds your desire.

- “Please, Bucky. I need to feel you inside of me.”

- You find yourself underneath him, with your legs pushed apart and his body selling between them.

- You love feeling the weight of him on top of you.

- Then, he gently opens the petals of your sex and guides himself inside of you.

- There’s a stretch and burn as he enters you, just like there always is. Your body never quite adjusts to his girth. Each time you have to relax for him.

- He knows it’s a challenge to take him at first. He’s always careful and there’s a tube of lubricant in the side table. It’s not always needed but he’s always prepared.

- His hips begin to roll, and he sets a steady pace that pushes the tip of his cock against your spot with each thrust. At first his thrusts are shallow but as you begin to relax around him he goes deeper. His body moves forward to cover you and he starts fucking you hard.

- Each snap of his hips has you keening. Your body is so sensitive from your earlier orgasms. He keeps up the pace steady and constant until you’re begging. Then he reaches out with his metal hand and covers your throat. At this point, your channel clenches around him, almost in orgasm.

- “You wanted my metal hand baby, didn’t you?”

- Yeah. You had. The idea had fueled your fantasies night after night.

- The cool press of metal into your throat makes you moan and tremble.

- Bucky feels the shiver and worry flashes through his eyes. “This okay, doll?”

- “Yes, harder, please!”

- He can feel your body responding and it encourages him to press down, finally choking you the way you’d dreamed of.

- You orgasm almost instantly as he chokes you through your climax.

- Bucky lets go when your fluttering muscles start to ease. Suddenly he’s driving into you hard. He drops his hand from your neck, needing both to balance his weight as he seeks his own pleasure.

- The wild, rough movement is harder than the two of you have ever gone before.

- Because he’s always been afraid of hurting you with his enhanced strength until he was too far gone to think.

- When his orgasm hits, his sight goes white and he jerks against you, pumping his seed into you. Then he collapses.

- You hold him tight, savoring the press of his body and the feeling of his release inside of you.

- “You okay, doll? I wasn’t too rough?”

- “It was perfect.”

- Your hand strokes through his hair as you lay together in the same position for several minutes. Heartbeats pounding, your minds still struggling to return to equilibrium.

- Bucky recovers first. Damn that super soldier serum. It’s not fair that you’re still limp and dazed.

- He slips out of you and rolls over, bringing you with him. Your head finds its cradle in his shoulder and your eyes drift shut.

- Recovery isn’t going to happen for you tonight. You’re just going straight to sleep. You’ve earned it.

- Bucky shifts you onto your side. He gets up and you hear water running in the bathroom before a cool cloth touches between your legs, cleaning you.

- You murmur a thanks, half asleep.

- He comes back to cuddle you into his arms, adjusting the pillows around you before he lays down.

- When you throw a leg over his hip, he draws you closer so that you’re lying almost on top of him.

- “You make such a good pillow of someone with so many hard muscles.”

- Bucky chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

- “I’m glad. Go to sleep, doll. I love you.”

- “I love you too, James.”

[angry-geese]

Risotto Nero x Reader

Warnings: nsfw / mdni. shameless smut, shower sex, oral (fem and masc receiving), fingering, handjobs, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, biting. lots of fluff. afab reader. fem pronouns, risotto calls the reader a good girl like once

a/n: a soft, self indulgent smut fic with Risotto

Word Count: 2k

The job went well. It's not often you can say such a thing. It's a rare, but welcome day when nothing goes wrong. Risotto suggested going out to dinner to celebrate. Food sounded nice, but you were far too tired to get ready for a nice restaurant. You settled on takeout.

He insisted on heading straight home. Any paperwork you can get done tomorrow. The hideout isn't going to burn down if left alone for one night. Well, not as long as someone responsible is around. Prosciutto is probably there. If not him, then Sorbet and Gelato are.

Over the past few years, the small apartment is what you two have called home. Rent was cheap, not to mention there weren't many neighbors. While Risotto may have been fine with sleeping at the hideout, you weren't.

You can hardly pull Risotto away from work. This was a rare, but welcome occasion.

The hot water feels nice as it pours over your sore muscles, turning varying shades of red as it rolls off your body, staining the bottom of the tub. It's not yours. Most of it anyway. Baths don't get blood out. Not a lot does. Showers are a bit better, but you’ve gotten used to tossing out a lot of clothes because of the stains.

"Hey Ris," you call out, "you comin' in or not?"

Momentarily the curtain pulls aside. Cold air rushes in, goosebumps raise along your exposed skin. He tosses aside the last of his clothes, joining you.

You give him a once-over for any injuries. Some blood is dried to his hands, though he looks mostly uninjured. He's too tall for the both of you to fit in the tub at the same time, so taking a bath together is out of the question. When you buy a home together—someday—you'll get a tub big enough.

"C'mere." You say. "I feel bad making you stand in the cold."

You take his much larger hands in yours, inspecting them for any wounds. He watches as your eyes scan up and down his body. Aside from a few scrapes, he's unharmed.

He practically has to kneel so you can wash his hair. A few, pleased sounding grunts leave him as you work the shampoo into his scalp. It smells like you, he notes. Your nails are getting a bit long, and feel nice against his skin. His shoulders tense as your hands work lower, working the knots out of his shoulders.

"Lean back so I'm not waterboarding you," you say, carding your fingers through his hair.

He has to duck to fit under the shower head. The one at the hideout isn't nearly as short, but there’s no shower curtain, not to mention Illuso who has little regard for personal space, and a penchant for appearing out of mirrors. Maybe the next hit will give you two enough money to look for a house. He could really use a bigger bathroom. And a bigger bed. There’s nothing wrong with the one you have now, but he wants one where he can sprawl out a bit more.

Though his back is to you, he feels your eyes drift down his body. You look at him in a way nobody has before. It both terrifies, and comforts him. Most eyes fill with fear when they gaze upon him. Yours never did. Even as you first showed up to the hideout, wide-eyed and frightened, telling him you had just been assigned to the hitman team, you never saw him as anything but good.

Each passing job, each day that goes by, he finds himself falling more hopelessly in love.

Your touch drifts across his back, working the soap over his skin. You’re shameless in how you admire the planes of muscle, and his well-toned arms. In public you’re rather reserved, it's only behind closed doors that you let your affections show. Risotto values the peace of solace, and most of all privacy. The two of you become entirely different people when no longer confined to a certain appearance. Very few things fluster him the way you do. He stiffens as your hands work particularly low, your fingers ghosting across the sensitive skin of his thighs.

Your intentions seem innocent enough until your hand wraps around his half-hardened cock.

A noise resembling that of surprise leaves him, followed by a weak: "the food-"

"We've got twenty minutes." You say. "It'll be fine."

His pupils shrink down to pinpricks. You have to stand on the tips of your toes to give him a kiss. Just a quick peck. He pulls you back to deepen the kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip until you allow the slick muscle of his tongue to explore your mouth. A strand of saliva connects your lips when you pull away.

He watches you with wide eyes as you give his cock a few pumps, sinking to your knees. The tiles of the shower can't be comfortable, but they don't seem to bother you. You lick a stripe up the underside of his cock from base to tip. The kitten licks you place against the head only serves to make him stiffen, and let out a few pleased grunts. It becomes a game, trying to get him to unravel entirely.

He’s too big to bottom out in your mouth. The man is quite literally huge, it's only fitting his cock would match. The hairs towards the base are the same silver as his head, and neatly trimmed. You hollow out your cheeks, pumping what you can't fit in your mouth with your hands. A mix of saliva and precum drips down your chin.

“Fuck-” He’s cut off mid-sentence by his own moan. “You feel so good. You’re so beautiful.”

Risotto can't tear his eyes away from the way the suds cling to your form, how the water collects and drips off every curve of your body, how your breasts jiggle with each movement of your head. It's rare he’s so shameless with his affections. Even behind closed doors he was rather reserved. Love such as the way you love is foreign to him. You’re never shy in the way you love him. It's not that he doesn't like it—it's quite the opposite—but in a way he’s terrified.

“There- tesoro,” His hands bury in your hair, tugging gently. “Like that. You take me so well.”

You pick up the pace a bit, pumping his cock faster. One of your hands slips between your legs, toying with your already-wet cunt. He pulls you off, an audible pop echoes through the bathroom as your lips release his cock.

Shower sex is a bit hazardous. He's too worried about you slipping. Still, he falls to his knees, his large hands ghosting down your sides. He leaves a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down your stomach, licking a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound. His tongue briefly dips between your folds.

He presses kitten licks to your clit, his touch achingly gentle. You angle your hips to give him better access. He latches onto the bundle of nerves, lapping and sucking desperately, rolling his tongue over the small bud. Your fingers bury in his wet hair, guiding him to where you need him most. The wet, lewd noises of his tongue can barely be heard over the shower and your own moans. Risotto’s name spills past your lips like a prayer. His ring and middle finger press into you. They pump in and out of you slowly at first, hooking and stroking against your g-spot.

His gaze drifts up your body, admiring every dip and curve. He takes you in like a man starved and given his first meal in weeks. You grind down against his face as you near your release. Steam coils off his back in ribbons, floating off and dissipating in the humid bathroom air.

Risotto pulls away, a wet smack echoing through the bathroom. There's a dark, needy look in his eyes, which are already hazy with lust. His cheeks are flushed; either with need, or from the hot air.

“Keep looking at me like that,” he says, running his tongue over his bottom lip, “and you won't be able to walk right for a week, tesoro.”

You let out a squeak as he hauls you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your arms loop around his shoulders, your fingers lacing together behind his back. He mutters a weak "I've got you" into the crook of your neck.

The head of his cock is slick with precum. It presses into you slowly, filling you inch by inch. The stretch stings a bit, though with the prep it hardly hurts at all. He was always terrified of hurting you when you first got together. Sometimes he still is. You constantly have to remind him that you're tough, and you'll survive a little manhandling.

He groans as he bottoms out, muttering a weak "good girl" into your ear. You feel so impossibly full. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs so hard you think they'll bruise. Not that you mind. Risotto gives you a moment to adjust to his size, although it's not needed.

“Please,” you say, your voice weak.

A dark laugh leaves him, coming from low in his chest. “Please what?”

“Fuck me,”

The heat that pools low in your stomach is undeniable. Risotto’s touch leaves you with an aching need you’ve never been able to replicate. Many nights when he was away on a job you would try to recreate his skilled touch. Always to no avail. Your hands never compare to the real thing.

Being so at his mercy is intoxicating. There's an odd, weightless feeling as he fucks into you. His hips meet yours in unrelenting thrusts. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the bathroom, just barely drowned out by your collective moans, and the rushing of the shower. The angle allows him to hit deep, his cock curving in a way that makes your toes curl. His teeth sink into the junction where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving a faint, crescent-shaped indent. Tension builds in your stomach like a coil being wound tight.

You fit around him like a glove, your warm, wet cunt clenching around him in a way that threatens to make him cum on the spot. Nothing feels quite as good as the way you do. Before he never had much of a sex drive. It was something he had gone most of his adult life without. But upon meeting you, finally feeling your touch, he can never seem to get enough.

His own release creeps up on him far sooner than he expected, though you don't look to be far behind him. You're flushed from your forehead to your chest, blush dusting the tips of your nose and ears. Your moans—mixed with various curses and praises—echo through the room. His thrusts grow sloppy as he nears his own orgasm, his hips rocking against you in short, needy thrusts.

What sends him over the edge is the way your nails dig into his back, raking up the hard planes of muscle. Hot ropes of his cum spill into your unprotected womb.

His hand moves down to toy with your clit, working circles around the bundle of nerves. Your skin feels feverishly warm against his. He thrusts until the coil in your stomach snaps and you cry out, your legs tightening around his waist. You ride out your orgasm on his cock, his thrusts slowing.

He pulls out slowly so as to not make too much of a mess. Your arms remain around his shoulders to steady yourself. Shamelessly he leans back to admire his work. The sight of his cum dripping down your thighs is enough to make him want a second round. He likes taking his time with you, but he’ll never pass up on a quickie.

Risotto looks at you with such adoration that it makes your chest swell with affection. The kiss he pulls you into is uncharacteristically soft, but driven by need. His hands move to cup your cheeks, brushing your wet hair out of your face. It's another moment before he’s hauling you into his arms, heading for your shared room.

The moment is only disrupted by a knock on the door.