#wonder what sally making!

[miltheperson]

Welcome Home headcanons!

Insomnia comfort!

Can’t sleep? Well, how about ringing up your neighbors? I’m sure they’d be happy to help! Here’s some phone call dialogue with the crew to make you feel at least a little bit better!

Wally Darling

“Hello…? Neighbor… What are you doing up so late? It’s way past your bedtime, you know… Oh? You can’t sleep?…”

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“I see… I’m sorry you feel that way… I’m here for you, neighbor… I’ll be on the phone with you until you fall asleep… So… How was your evening? Did you have fun today…?”

Wally would continue talking with you until you finally fall asleep or until the sun rises, though if the latter happens he’d probably tell you to take a nap during the day to get some sleep at the very least. He’s such a helpful friend!

Barnaby Beagle

“What in the world are you… yaawn… doing up so late at night, buddy…? Huh? What’s that…? Can’t sleep?… Hmm… I know… What about some jokes to make you feel better? Would that help?”

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“Alright… What is brown and sticky?…”

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“A stick!”

Barnaby wouldn’t last another thirty minutes or so, but he’d spend the entire time telling you jokes to help you feel better before inevitably falling asleep before he could finish one last joke. He tried his best!

Eddie Dear

“Hmm… Yelo…? Oh… Neighbor, hi… Oh, no, no. Don’t worry you didn’t disturb me… What’s the matter? Everythin’ alright?”

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“Ahh… An o’l case of insomnia, huh?… Well, don’t worry, neighbor. Eddie’s here for ya… I’ll- yaAawn… I’ll be riight here ‘til ya feel sleepy again, alright?”

Sleepy conversations with Eddie, he keeps his voice hushed and there’s that tired edge to his voice but he really does his best to keep you company! Even if he does end up falling asleep after a while!

Frank Frankly

“Hello, Frank speaking… Oh. You’re awake, too? … Me neither, I couldn’t really keep my eyes closed…”

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“You want to stay on the line? I’ll be reading though…”

“Hm.”

“I guess that’s fine… Just keep it down, alright? I need to finish this chapter.”

Frank would sometimes have trouble sleeping as well, so I think they’d love to have company on the other end of the phone while they’re up to whatever it is they’re doing (even if they act all huffy about it!). This time, it’s you who ends up having sleepy conversation! Their voice is just so soothing on the other end, you can’t help but doze off! Frank stays on call even as you fall asleep, enjoying the silent company on the other end.

Julie Joyful

“Oh, neighbor… You can’t sleep again?? That’s okay. I’m here.”

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“How about we play a game to help pass the time? B But I’m a little tired tonight… I might fall asleep… “

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“That’s okay? Okay! Then let’s play I spy…”

Julie is already used to your late night calls, she’s come up with some games or songs to sing to help pass the time or to get you sleepy! Sometimes she lasts through the night or until you fall asleep and sometimes she falls asleep minutes after the call! But that’s alright, she keeps you company even while asleep!

Howdy Pillar

“I’m sorry… I can’t really… yaaawn… Keep my eyes open… Everything alright…?”

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“Can’t sleep, huh… No worries, I’m… right here for you… snore… snooree.”

The busy shopkeep would be just too tired! But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t at least try! Even if he usually falls asleep mid-sentence, his loud snores coming through the phone is enough to keep you at ease. Don’t worry, you! You’re safe and sound!

Sally Starlet

“Helloo!… What’s that? You can’t sleep??… Here’s a secret! … Me neither!… Haha! Is everything okay? You alright?”

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“Ohhhh… I see… That’s okay, neighbor! Sally’s right here by your side!”

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“What am I doing?… Oh, now that’s a secret I can’t spoil! It’s a surprise! What about you, neighbor? What are you up to??”

Lively evening conversations with Sally to talk to the night away! No such thing as awkward pauses with the energetic star. Then when you can finally feel yourself getting tired and wanting to fall asleep, Sally will bid you goodnight and maybe even sing a nice lullaby for you!

Poppy Partridge

“What are you doing up so late, dear…? You can’t sleep? Oh… I’m sorry to hear that… Sleep is very important you know?”

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“Oh, dear. I’m sorry you feel this way… If you want I can read you some stories to help you fall asleep? Or would you perhaps like to come over and you can sleep here with me…?”

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“Ohh, delightful. The door is always open, dear. I’ll take out some nice warm blankets for us and then before bed you can have some cookies, how about it?”

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“Wonderful… I’ll see you then, neighbor. Goodbye…!”

Such a sweet neighbor! Poppy always knows just what to do to make you feel much better! Every time you’re in her home, you always end up falling asleep! It’s just so cozy! Not to mention the wonderful cuddles that make it just so hard not to fall asleep!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

this is probably one of my favorite outfits that i've ever put together! and it's all for one of my top five fav character designs, like... Ever!

rambles:

i would like to note that my dear beloved Jaime (@/awkwardalphajay here on our very own hellsite<3 check em out <3) helped out a Ton by sending inspiration photos and providing insightful commentary on details and vibes!

overall i wanted Sally to have fancy vibes! while i was originally going to have her fit very much based on her canon one, i wound up veering off course and - while still keeping some elements - mostly went for Medieval Entertainer and Her House insp! continuing with the day/night theme, and leaning heavily into the fire aspect - she's a literal star fallen to earth, after all!

it was suggested that she should have dragonscale used in the making of her clothes since she's, you know, kind of made of fire! and it was genius! I imagine she has extra fire charms on this fit and also the rest of her clothes, since dragonscale is hard to come by and is a finite resource once Gathered. she gets better at Not burning everything she wears over time, thankfully!

i think that, like Frank, she'd have One (1) Dagger. for emergencies! it's likely very ornate, and she'd hate to scuff up the gleaming blade. Probably. plus, why would she need it? she's got firepower, babey!

there isn't quite as much to say about this as usual... mostly because this one was more Vibes than strategic "ok this and this and this because this and also-" i was just! makin a fun outfit!

[myokk]

I hope it’s okay that I borrowed Sally and Lamie as my test subjects as I get used to using ink😅🙏 I love seeing both of them whenever they show up on my dash🥹

@siboom777 @lamieboo

[boarloved-art]

i like the car movies a lot.......

[spacedlexi]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

RULES: List your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

tagged by @foibles-fables

these are not necessarily in order (except for clem 😊) but honestly THIS WAS SO HARD only 1 from each?? no violet no kim no all of dunmeshi 😭 etc

clementine (telltales walking dead)

aloy (horizon)

mob/shigeo (mob psycho 100)

falin (dungeon meshi)

zagreus (hades)

harry dubois (disco elysium)

paragon/fem shepard (mass effect)

six (little nightmares)

nathan drake (uncharted)

katara (atla)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! no pressure

[sonknuxadow]

ok as someone who has read archie And idw i genuinely dont understand where all the lanolin and sally comparisons are coming from. i often see people call lanolin a sally ripoff or say that shes an attempt at replacing sally or just otherwise compare the two and like. yeah they both hang around sonics friends and are leaders of their respective teams but they definitely are not similar enough to justify those comments. i think you guys just cant see a girl sonic character do anything cool without crying that she replaced sally

[duckapus]

33 and 34's Admin is Download, a relatively new Admin that the council felt held promise. Most of the main group isn't really convinced, considering they know just how intense dealing with the SMG universes can be. It says a lot about how they see someone's chances when Cursor says something about the situation and is only scolded for being rude about it instead of bitch-slapped across the room for talking out of her ass.

Though, nobody's as worried about Download possibly crashing and burning as Download herself. She's well aware that she was thrust into this extremely important position way too soon, and that her new coworkers are apprehensive at best about dealing with her. It doesn't help that she's a very talkative person, to the point that she's often been called annoying in the past, and all the nervous energy is manifesting as a flood of nonstop chatter that would get on even the most stoic Program's nerves.

Still, she's not going to let all that stop her. She's bound and determined to complete this assignment to its fullest and give her Guardians the best shot she possibly can. And despite everything, she does it! Everything in her SMG Mod package is fully tested ready to go right on time, despite everyone's expectations (including her own), and once all the preparations are made she launches the program.

That's about when her console starts electrocuting her.

Next thing she knows, she's waking up in the infirmary with Vitality and Lag standing over her, and a terrible pain in her chest and throat. Turns out there's good news and bad news.

The good news is, while the merging of Sally's universe and the Diamind universe shouldn't have happened in the first place, they've integrated almost seamlessly, and they know from the Arles that the split Avatar setup, while slightly unstable, is sustainable long-term, even if one of the Avatars happens to go rogue. And the SMGs are both perfectly fine and their programming is fully functional. 33 did admittedly land near Cole instead of in the Internet Graveyard like she was supposed to (34 ended up near Sally. Thought it would be neat if they each landed near the Avatar that the other one is a recolor of), but again, her programing is fully functional so she'll definitely go there at some point. They don't have another SMG3 on their hands, thank god.

The bad news is about Download herself. The power surge that was created by the merge ended up grounding into her, causing her to take the full brunt of it all at once and severely damaging her code. If she were a character-level program that much electricity would've killed her outright. As it is, Vitality did what she could to repair the worst of the damage, but nearly everything to do with audio output is straight-up gone.

The pain she's feeling will eventually subside, barring any wireframe scars that may develop, but she'll never speak again.

[fortruechaos]

rel to my post i just published i really don't think shadow gives a damn about the multiple versions of his friends that exist except for rusty. as we all know amy is the person that made shadow remember his promise to maria and ultimately set him back on the right path, so seeing a version of her that is so...well, lifeless, beaten down, and literally reprogrammed to be everything amy despises, freaks him out and makes him sad.

i think he feels a little similarly to rusty as he does with metal (at least where my personal interpretation is concerned which i yoinked from sonic universe here's a screenshot)

but whereas shadow does eventually neutralize metal after being turned down i'm not so sure he could really bring himself to do the same thing with rusty

[louisa-gc]

how to start reading again

from someone who was a voracious reader until high school and is now getting back into it in her twenties.

start with an old favourite. even though it felt a little silly, i re-read the harry potter series one christmas and it wiped away my worry that i wasn't capable of reading anymore. they are long books, but i was still able to get completely immersed and to read just as fast as i had years and years ago.

don't be afraid of "easier" books. before high school i was reading the french existentialists, but when getting back into reading, i picked up lucinda riley and sally rooney. not my favourite authors by far, but easier to read while not being totally terrible. i needed to remind myself that only choosing classics would not make me a better or smarter person. if a book requires a slower pace of reading to be understood, it's easier to just drop it, which is exactly what i wanted to avoid at first.

go for essays and short stories. no need to explain this one: the shorter the whole, the less daunting it is. i definitely avoided all books over 350 pages at first and stuck to essay collections until i suddenly devoured donna tartt's goldfinch.

remember it's okay not to finish. i was one of those people who finished every book they started, but not anymore! if i pick up a book at the library and after a few chapters realise i'd rather not read it, i just return it. (another good reason to use your local library! no money spent on books you might end up disliking.)

analyse — or don't. some people enjoy reading more when they take notes or really stop to think about the contents. for me, at first, it was more important to build the habit of reading, and the thought of analysing what i read felt daunting. once i let go of that expectation, i realised i naturally analyse and process what i read anyway.

read when you would usually use your phone. just as i did when i was a child, i try to read when eating, in the bathroom, on public transport, right before sleeping. i even read when i walk, because that's normally a time i stare at my screen anyway. those few pages you read when you brush your teeth and wait for a friend very quickly stack up.

finish the chapter. if you have time, try to finish the part you're reading before closing the book. usually i find i actually don't want to stop reading once i get to the end of a chapter — and if i do, it feels like a good place to pick up again later.

try different languages. i was quickly approaching a reading slump towards the end of my exchange year, until i realised i had only had access to books in english and that, despite my fluency, i was tired of the language. so as soon as i got back home i started picking up books in my native tongue, which made reading feel much easier and more fun again! after some nine months, i'm starting to read in english again without it feeling like a huge task.

forget what's popular. i thought social media would be a fun way to find interesting books to read, but i quickly grew frustrated after hating every single book i picked up on some influencer's recommendation. it's certainly more time-consuming to find new books on your own, but this way i don't despise every novel i pick up.

remember it isn't about quantity. the online book community's endless posts about reading 150 books each year or 6 books in a single day easily make us feel like we're slow, bad readers, but here's the thing: it does not matter at all how many books you read or what your reading pace is. we all lead different lives, just be proud of yourself for reading at all!

stop stressing about it. we all know why reading is important, and since the pandemic reading has become an even more popular hobby than it was before (which is wonderful!). however, there's no need to force yourself to be "a reader". pick up a book every now and then and keep reading if you enjoy it, but not reading regularly doesn't make you any less of a good person. i find the pressure to become "a person who reads" or to rediscover my inner bookworm only distances me from the very act of reading.

[thebubblesareevil]

Only the best Kings wear pink! Pt 1

Pt 2

Danny had decided, inter-lair political party meeting briefings were a truly underutilized form of torture that he personally thought should be inflicted upon only the worst kinds of criminals; not your King.

Fright Knight disagreed.

At least he finally let him move around instead of suffering through forced resurrection via boredom (it’s happened before, not a fun meeting). That being said, he would admit to being a little distracted by all the servants rushing around frantically. It had even managed to distract Fright.

No one seemed panicked so clearly it wasn’t an attack, but what….

Danny felt someone staring at him. He covertly nodded to Fright to keep talking as he created an invisible clone to search for his stalker.

He didn’t have to look far, they weren’t hiding very well. Not 20 ft away a young ghost gawked at him from behind a column. She had her glowing blonde hair in 2 braided pigtails and her ragged dress looked like she came from one of the medieval lairs. Danny carefully kneeled down, trying to make himself look small as he tapped her on the shoulder.

The little girl spun around, clearly terrified at being caught. Danny gave her a soft smile.

“Please don’t eat me Mr Ghost King sir!!!” She cried out.

Danny snorted and burst out laughing. His booming laughter echoed though the castle walls causing many of the servants to pause in their search.

“Now why in the realms would you think I’m going to eat you?!” Danny asked though his chuckles. “You wouldn’t be more than a bite full at best.” He poked her sides causing her to giggle.

“Would too! I’m bigger the Sally!” She paused, rethinking her words. “But I’d taste quite foul! I would, I swear!”

Danny grinned turning to Fright Knight. The little ghost squeaked when she saw the Spirit of Halloween and backed into the King causing her to freeze.

Danny gently picked her up, cradling her in one arm. “Did you hear that Fright?! She said she’d taste foul!” He smirked “I suppose there’s only one thing to do then!”

Fright Knight eyed his King a bit warily, still not used to his antics. “Sire?”

Danny grinned, motioning to one of the nervous maids. “We‘ll have to sweeten her up!”

Miette bowed before her King, trying to hide her nervous glances at the girl.

“Miette! Would you be a dear and prepare some sweets and tea in the garden for my honored guest? Fright, will you be joining us?” Danny asked the startled Knight.

“As you wish my Liege, though…might I request some pumpkin pie?” He asked Miette.

The maid blinked at the request.

“Of course Sir Fright.” She answered a bit dazed.

“Wonderful! We’ll meet you in the garden after we swing by Spectre’s quarters.” He grinned down at the frightened ghost. “Every princess must look her best for afternoon tea after all!”

The little girl frowned. “But I’m not a princess?” She said, tilting her head.

“Of course you are! Every little girl is a princess! That’s just a fact of life.” Danny nodded solemnly.

“But we’re not alive?” She pouted “Mummy said so!”

Danny shrugged. “That doesn’t change much, I’m still alive after all so it still counts.” He said finally.

They stopped in front of two massive doors covered in random drawing. Danny knocked on the door. The little ghost shrunk back in Danny’s arms.

The door opened to reveal a young ghost, not much bigger than the one in his arms.

“Hey Ellie!” Danny grinned. “Do you have any princess dresses left or did you set them all on fire?”

Ellie groaned. “Lilac just restocked the closet. You’d think she’d learn by now.”

Danny grinned. “Perfect! Would you mind helping our guest into one of them? She’s joining us for tea!”

Ellie floated up to see the tiny ghost trying to make herself smaller in her dad’s arms.

“Oh? And who are you?” She asked curiously.

“Emma.” She squeaked. Ellie grinned.

“Alright Emma, how do you feel about pink?!”

———

A little while latter you could find the Ghost King: ruler of the infinite realms, Fright Knight: the most feared general of the Kings legion and little Emma: the little princess from 2 Lairs over (only on the 5th of each month); newly decked out in a glowing tiara and the frilliest pink dress Ellie could find (with no singes); all sitting in the Royal gardens in Phantoms keep debating the merits of pink sparkles vs rainbow glitter.

Her mother nearly wept in relief that her daughter was safe, though she was a bit dazed by what she was seeing.

“You must be Emma’s mum!” Danny grinned. “We were just finishing up afternoon tea.

Emma jumped from her seat and raced over to her mummy to tell her all about her day.

“I’m so sorry for my daughter’s intrusion, your majesty!” She cried out, fear outweighing shock as she quickly bowed.

“Nonsense!” Danny laughed, looking down at Emma. “You’re welcome here anytime Emma. After all, you never did tell me what happened to you Aunt Agatha.” He smiled “You’ll have to finish your story next time.”

Emma ran up to give Danny a hug, he happily picked her up and held the young ghost.

“Thank you for the tea and cakes Mr ghost king! Can I bring Beatrice next time? She’ll never believe me otherwise!”

Danny chuckled. “The more the merrier, though I suggest you give your mother some proper warning before you run off to strange lairs without permission.”

Emma pouted. “I promise!” She swore as Danny handed her to her mother.

Danny was a little sad to see the little girl go but he had plenty of work to do.

“Sire, shall we continue the briefing?” Fright Knight piped up.

Danny groan, Fright Knight grinned. (He liked his new king)

———

The next month, when the lairs lined up once more Danny was greeted with the grinning Emma, the frightened faces of at least 6 other little ghosts and the nervous form of Emma’s mother.

Danny grinned. “Miette!” He shouted behind him. “Can you bring some more tables to the gardens. It looks like we’re having a proper tea party this time!”

And so began to annual monthly tea party at Phantom’s keep.

(Lilac was so glad to see all the dresses she made put to good use)

[ofswordsandpens]

actually I do want to talk about Sally Jackson a tad more because one criticism I've been hearing about her book counterpart more recently is "book Sally is one-dimensional: the perfect mother with no flaws" and that just has me biting my cheek because one part of her book counterpart that I always thought was ripe with discussion and didn't make it to the show is that Sally states that it was selfish of her to keep Percy close. It's one of the last things she says to him before she's "killed" by the minotaur.

And there's so much that we don't know about Sally because we view her from Percy's eyes. From his perspective we know that she's exceedingly kind, she never raises her voice to him or even Gabe, and she endured a horrible and abusive relationship to protect her son from monsters (of a different kind).

But there are things we can piece together from the text: Sally has known about CHB for a long time, apparently since before Percy was even born because Poseidon told her he wanted to send Percy there; she was told that it was a mistake for her to keep Percy close - who told her that, we're not sure, she only uses the phrase they; she's been in contact with Grover through out the school year; she knows that she can't cross the camp boundary line, which means either Grover or someone else (Chiron? Poseidon?) told her that, and that she understood that there was place that Percy would be safe from monsters.

And all of these little details are so interesting because it does make you wonder just how much she did or didn't know. Was her self assessment right? Was it selfish of her to keep Percy close?

On one hand, she kept him close because she loved him, alongside the fear that if she sent him to camp, she would be saying goodbye for good -- so is it even fair to call the act of keeping him close selfish? Or perhaps, much like Chiron, she assumed keeping Percy in the dark would be safer?

But on the other hand, Percy had been attracting monsters all his childhood, she understood camp was a safe place from monsters, and she had apparently been told explicitly that it was a mistake for her to keep him close.

And then adding in the factors of: Percy is her only family in the entire world, she's been suffering with Gabe for years, sacrificing so much in order to keep Percy safe when he's at home... but even that has a touch of sad irony because when we meet Percy in tlt, its at point when he's not really home at all -- he's been regularly sent off to boarding schools, so much so that he's internalized it as his own short-coming.

And all of this isn't to say "Omg Sally is actually horrible" or to assert definitely that she is selfish... but more to speak to the fact that in the books, she's not an all-perfect 2-dimensional mother. And her self-assessment of selfishness is something that is really interesting to explore and debate given the implications of what she apparently did (or did not) know about the godly world. I feel there's even an argument to be made that Sally being "selfish" could be a reflection of Percy's fatal flaw.

[bucks-babe]

Virgin Bucky Gets His First Blowjob

Paring: Virgin!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: You give your boyfriend his first blowjob

Word Count: 2,148

Warnings: Established relationship, smut (Oral m!receiving), kind of sub!Bucky, Bucky is a nervous boy and gets a hard on during a movie, Bucky has a praise kink, Virgin!Bucky, No use of Y/N

A/N: Should I make a part 2 where Bucky loses his virginity to reader?

“Okay, doll, I’ve got everything set up. You pick a movie yet?” Bucky settles down next to you in his bed, making sure that there is no space separating the two of you. He wraps his right arm around your shoulder and you snuggle up into his side.

Your laptop is resting on both of your laps, your left thigh and his right thigh hold it in place. “Yes, and it’s one of my favorites!” You bounce in place just a little. “You’re gonna love it, Buck! It’s When Harry Met Sally.” Bucky chuckles at your excitement. Steve has his book of things to catch up with in the 21st century, and Bucky has you. 

“We’ll see, doll. You haven’t let me down yet.” In all honesty, Bucky was thoroughly enjoying the movie, Harry wasn’t the type of guy Bucky thought girls would go for, but most of his enjoyment came from how happy the movie seemed to be making you.

A few times you would catch Bucky staring at you instead of the movie; each time you would look back up at him he would pretend that he was immersed in the movie the whole time and you would nudge his side. It just made him so happy to see how much you were enjoying the movie, going so far as to mouth the lines alone with the actors.

“Yes it is! You are a human affront to all women, and I am a woman.” 

“Hey, I don’t feel great about this, but I don’t hear anyone complaining.”

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky is having the time of his life watching you act out the conversations, his heart never feeling so full in all his life. He truly doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, after all the horrible things he’s done in his life, he gets blessed with the most wonderful and understanding woman to call his.

His doll, his girl, who hasn’t even pressured him into anything. He felt bad at first, when he told you that he wanted to take things slow, thinking that you wouldn’t want to have a boyfriend who had no experience in the sexual realm. Of course, he’s kissed women, having his fair share of dames back in the 40’s, but he was a gentleman. He would take them out dancing, maybe make out in his car a little bit, but he never went farther than that. 

Now, after waking up after 80 some years, the last thing on his mind was having sex. That was until he met you, the minx who has awoken something inside of him, but he’s never acted on any of these feelings, too scared that he would disappoint you.

Ashamed that he was still a virgin, Bucky always stopped you before anything would get too heated, and you respected that. It didn’t make Bucky feel any better when he had to go to the ‘bathroom’ after a make-out session, but you never teased him about it, the both of you pretending that he really did need to go to the bathroom.

What the fuck?! Bucky’s attention is back on the movie when Sally has an ‘orgasm’ in the restaurant. Next to him, you’re giggling while watching her fake an orgasm, but Bucky, he’s not laughing. 

Bucky’s never seen a woman have an orgasm. Back in his day, the most accessible type of porn were dirty magazines that he used to hide under his bed so his ma wouldn’t find them. He tried to watch modern day porn after his not so mini sexual re-awakening, but after seeing some of the video titles, decided that porn was a no go for him, so this was sending all of the blood in his head straight to his dick. If it was over dramatized, he couldn’t tell, but his cock didn’t care. 

He felt it twitching in his sweats and he tried to subtly shift so you wouldn’t be able to see the bulge under the covers. Closing his eyes, Bucky tried to will his erection away; however, the scene seemed to never end and his cock got even harder at the thought of what you would look like when you came, how you would moan his name, how you would feel around him. 

He bets that you would look fucking spectacular spread out on this very bed with his cock burried deep inside of you. How your pussy would look swallowing him as he–

“Bucky, are you okay? You’re moving around a lot.” Shit! Bucky knows that he’s been caught. There is nothing he can do to hide the tent in his sweatpants; he curses himself for even wearing pants with so much give to them. 

“Uh…yeah, I’m good. My back’s a little stiff from the bed is all.” With how red his face and chest are, it’s a surprise that there is enough blood going to his dick to have it be as hard as it is.

“Your back? Are you sure? Cause I think I see the problem.” Double Shit!

“Doll, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” Your giggle cuts him off.

“Bucky, it’s okay. If you want I can give you a minute to sort,” you glance at his crotch, making it twitch in need, “that out.”

Bucky wishes that the bed could swallow him up whole so he wouldn’t have to deal with this. He’s a grown man for God’s sake and he’s popping wood at the first sign of something sexual!

“Or…” You drag on, “I could help you with that.” Bucky gulps, finding his throat to be drier than a desert.

“Doll, y-you don’t have to.” There’s a spark in your eye that you only have when you’re up to no good, like when you set Steve and Sharron up on a blind date after being sick of the pining between the two of them.

“But I want to, Bucky. Only if you’re okay with it.” His heart feels like it’s about to beat out of his chest, but he is so hard, and he trusts you with his body and soul.You know that he’s never done anything; you would be the last person on the planet to make fun of him. 

“O-okay. What do you want me to do, doll?” You close the laptop, effectively ending the movie; Bucky couldn’t give less of a shit what happens to Harry or Sally right now, not when you’re looking at him like he is a full course meal and you're starving.

“Absolutely nothing. I want you to lay right there and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me, hmm?” Pulling the covers back, you settle between his thick thighs, resting your head on one and looking up at him.

“I-I can do that. Yeah.” He shifts so that his back is against the headboard. Bucky isn’t used to just laying back while someone else does the work, has never been like that, but for you he would do just about anything if you asked.

Your hands go to the waistband of his sweats and boxers while you give small kisses to the outline of his cock through both layers. “Good boy,” you whisper on his cock, chuckling when it jerks under your mouth and he whines. Ooh, he’s a vocal one, you think as you look up at his flush face.

Bucky lifts his hips off the bed when you tug at his waistband, and his cock smacks against his clothed stomach, precum leaking onto his shirt. With his cock and balls on display, Bucky fights the urge to close his legs and cover himself up; no woman, or man, had ever seen him like this, but he wants this so bad. He trusts you; if he wants to stop, you’ll stop, but heaven forbid if you stop now.

He’s fucking big, too. You don’t know if you’re going to be able to fit his entire length in your mouth, but you’re sure as hell gonna try! Starting at his thighs, you give wet, open mouth kisses, leaving beautiful bruises on his skin. Whimpering, Bucky tries to get your mouth on his cock; all of your teasing is only making his balls fuller than he thought was possible and more precum ruin his shirt.

“Please, doll. Suck it.” His toned hips leave the bed in chase of your mouth. He can’t count how many times he’s fucked his fist thinking about how the tight heat of your mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Even now, with you kissing up and down his length, tracing his most prominent vein, it’s not enough.

“Shh, big boy, I’m getting there. You’re just so pretty I have to paint you.” His cock bounces from the force of its throbbing and another whine leaves his plump lips.

Eventually, you take pity on him and his begging, and you take the tip in your mouth and give it a harsh suck. “Oh Fuck! Do that again, doll!” He throws his head back, making contact with the headboard with a loud thunk. Hands flying to the sheets, and hips chasing your mouth, Bucky damn near chokes on his own spit.Christ, you’ve barely touched him and he’s about to burst.

Loving his reaction, you grab the base of him and spit on his tip, watching it roll down to where your hand rests, only to use your spit as lube to drag your hand up and down, feeling him pulse and throb in your hand. “Come on, doll. Please! I need more.” 

He was fisting the sheets, not wanting to force your head down, but wanting you to take him down your throat at the same time. Deciding not to torture him anymore, you licked your lips before taking as much length in you mouth as possible.

“GOD, FUCK!” His hips flew up to meet your mouth, making you gag. He was trying his hardest to stay in control and not force your pace, but fuck, he wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. You quickly found a steady pace, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lap at his dick. Salavia coated his entire dick and was leaking down to his balls, making your movements that much easier.“What the fuck! Doll, that feels fucking incredible. More, please. Give me more! Shit! That feels so good!” Such a needy little thing.

There were still a few inches of his dick that you couldn’t fit in your mouth, so you used one hand to work the remaining length and the other hand to massage his balls. His cock was leaking precum and you could feel his heavy sack tense up in your hand; you knew he was about to cum, even before he did.

Bucky pulled you off his cock. “Doll! I’m gonna cum!” It took you a second to register why he pulled you off when he was about to cum, but you then realized, he didn’t think you wanted to swallow - How wrong he was.

“If you’re gonna cum, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth.” Not waiting for a response, you took his cock back into your mouth, taking him all the way to the base, letting him fuck your mouth with the little jerks of his hips. The sounds leaving his mouth were almost akin to sobs, making you clench your thighs together to quell the ache between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!”  His cum shot out in thick streams and you tried to swallow around his cock, but more and more cum would shoot out. You lapped up every single drop of his cum that you could, some of it dripping down to his balls. When his hips tried to jerk away, you pulled off his cock to lick his balls clean and tuck his softening cock back into his pants.

With a dopey look on his face, Bucky gave you the prettiest smile, having experienced the best orgasm of his overextended life. “I really liked the movie, doll.” He laughed after you giggled. After coming back down to reality, Bucky frowned, “doll, I wanna make you cum, too.”

“Oh, Buck, I didn’t do that because I wanted anything in return,” you repositioned yourself next to him in bed, ignoring the throbbing of your pussy, “I did it because I wanted to make you feel good.”

There’s still a pout on his lips, wanting you to feel good as well. “Another day, Bucky. I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much in one day, okay?” Eventually, he agrees, becoming compliant after getting his soul sucked out of his body.

“Next time, doll, you’re gonna teach me how to make you cum.” God, you love this man.

“Oh, I look forward to it.” This man is going to wreck you and you can’t wait.

[kastalani123]

Mmmmmmmm, but what if Estelle grows up without knowing about the Greek myths being real?

What if Sally and Paul look at Percy, who's hesitant to hold his baby sister for fear of drowning her with blood-drenched hands, who eventually holds her like she's made of glass because the Destroyer is afraid of breaking her, who shoves his face into his pillow to keep his nightmares from waking her up–

What if Sally and Paul look at Percy, seventeen years old with the world resting on his shoulders since he was twelve, and ask, "Do you want her to know?"

And he wonders. He thought it'd be a given, that she'd grow up surrounded by monsters and magic, that he'd make fish made of water swim around her to make her laugh, that there would be no secrets as to his life's horror.

But he wonders. He thinks that, maybe, she won't have to grow up afraid of her own shadow. She's mortal, after all. There is no ichor in her veins. There is no guarantee she will be Clear Sighted.

There is no reason she can't live a normal life.

There is no reason she has to be woven into the Fates' tapestry beyond the barest of mentions.

He wonders, and he decides no. No, this one person, this little bundle of giggles, this reason that motivates him to learn healthy coping mechanisms, this little sister of his — she will not be forced to grow up so fast. She will not hesitate making plans for her future in fear of never making it that far. She will not suffer scars from things other than risky bike tricks and tumbling down a hill.

This one person that he can protect, for once in his life. This one person that he will protect, from both of his worlds.

Oh, it's not that she doesn't know anything. He makes sure she knows as many myths as possible, as many ways to protect herself as she can learn, as many people and places that can help her if she ever needs it. She grows up with bedtime stories about winged horses and giant dogs and a number of human-animal hybrids. She dreams of a brother with a scarred lip and a girl who loves too much and a sister who usually thinks of her sibling before herself and a boy who can tame dragons, and sometimes it's like her dreams are real, like she actually knows the characters from her brother's stories. She learns to recognize unfairness and abuse, to stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, to make things right even if she has to force unwilling hands to do what she wants with trickery.

She knows so much.

But she never climbs a wall flowing with lava. But she never picks up a sword and dons a set of armor. But she never learns her loved ones' scars don't come from unfortunate accidents. But she never flies through the sky on helpful wings. But she never dives into the depths of the ocean in a bubble of air. But she never gets lost in a house that's always changing its layout to suit its occupants' needs. But she never watches her home in ruin. But she never runs from an inferno consuming the world around her. But she never cradles a friend's body as the life drains from their eyes.

But she never stops being an ordinary mortal.

[flonkertainment]

You live and you lose, you sympathetic star (You know where I are)

With Sally Starlet here, it looks like have only one of our beloved neighbors left now! What makes Sally our magician? This card represents willpower, desire and concentration, and I highly doubt that there is a neighbor with more willpower than Sally herself! As passionate as she is, pulling everyone in with her eager personality, she makes the perfect magician! As well as those wondeful aspects of her character I can also see her being a bit cunning, as well as her bossy temperament which you observe in the way she acts towards Eddie (leave my man alone) Also, the magician's usual pose has him pointing one hand up and one hand towards the earth as if to say "As Above, So Below". I wonder if that has something to do with Sally's knowledge about the being that roams the neightborhood at night?

As usual: I am not experienced with the usage of tarot cards, so please don't expect me to know more than their basic meaning. Also, if you think that I should've chosen a different card for Sally, don't come at me, I just picked what I thought fit best!

[lady-ashfade]

Hello. I saw that your wishes for Percy Jackson were clear. I wonder if you can write for yandere son percy jackson and mother reader?

Yandere Percy Jackson x Mom!reader (platonic obv)

-£ hope you don’t mind this being short! I have a lot of Fics to work on but I needed to make you something!

-£ warnings: Yandere behavior, being protective, and violent behavior.

Percy only likes your attention to be solely on him and no one else. Of for some reasons you are interacting with another kid he gets angry and starts to throw a fit to get you to pay attention. And you’d offend get calls from the school about Percy “pushing” or “biting” another child.

He’s a very needy child. Needing to be held by you, needs to play toys with you, even sometimes plays the hero to save you.

When you enrolled him in school you didn’t know how he would react. He would cause trouble to get sent home, do anything he could even finding a way to sneak out of the school. He was a trouble making.

It took some convincing to actually get him to stay in school

When he is slightly older he doesn’t acted out as much. He is hiding his actions away from you.

But expect percy to glare at any man he sees talking to you or even sending a glance your way.

Helping you with the groceries and refusing to let you carry a lot.

“Mama” he peeks his head into the kitchen, “I need help with this question.” and you of course help him. even tho he understood the small question.

Lets say what happened to Sally happened to you instead? He would actually go crazy. Killing the minotaur? The monster should be glad it died before he could stab it over and over again.

“Father if you are hearing this,” he spoke as he placed the blue jellybean into the fire while closing his eyes, “You failed to save the one person who I cared about. If you need my help, consider me out. I could careless about your war, or you.”

He didn’t want to be in camp at all, until he found out that you were alive.

Of course he jumped on that quest to safe you and didn’t even care if he got the lightning bolt. You could still be alive and that’s all he needed to hear.

He would tear Olympus down brick by brick and have the gods begging for mercy if he need to.

(If you catch my slight quote from the second book hats off to you)

[salfishersface]

love your work !!! ur writing is so sophisticated? idk how to describe it but its AMAZING. is it okay to request a casual afternoon with bf! sal where reader is just on her phone while he’s lazily eating her out? :33

Lazy Days || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - You're scrolling through your phone while Sal some exercise for his tongue.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters are 18+!

Notes - This is so sweet! Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this!!

Word Count - 1.1k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Sal Fisher, your boyfriend, was always convincing you to have lazy days at his: no matter what you had to do. They always ended the same way; you were scrolling through your phone while Sal played on his guitar, but today, something was different. As usual, you were scrolling through your phone, but instead of strumming on his guitar, your boyfriend was nestled between your legs and his tongue was poking out to lick at your wet slit. He had been at this for almost an hour, pushing you to the edge of orgasm over and over again only to deny you your release until he was good and ready. You occasionally let out soft little gasps as his tongue would circle your clit, but for the most part, he remained seated in your tight, sopping hole. 

“Sal,” you whined softly, moving your hips to the side slightly to get more comfortably. 

“Yes princess?” He asked against your cunt, pulling away slightly to look up at you. 

“Are you going to be down there all day?” You asked jokingly, a moan on the tip of your tongue as you rolled your eyes. 

Sal licked another stripe up your slit before sucking on your clit, forcing the moan to tumble from your lips. “If you’ll let me,” he mumbled. You looked down at his scarred face and smiled, trailing one of your hands to his blue hair and pushing his face back into your cunt. “Good girl,” his muffled voice came as he continued to lap at you. Another moan left your mouth as Sal continued his ruthless assault before biting ever so slightly at your folds and making you squeak. You took a shaky breath and continued scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the pleasure that was once again building up in your core. 

But it was no use. “Sally,” came another whine from your throat. 

“You going to cum baby?” He asked, voice soft against your cunt. You placed your phone on the bedside table next to Sal’s prosthetic while nodding violently. You were so fucking close to your release and knew that one more lick to your clit would send you over the edge. You bucked your hips up pathetically, desperate to get Sal to delve his face back into your heat and of course he obliged. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have you cumming all over his face. The time, Sal paid close attention to your throbbing clit, sucking and hollowing his cheeks over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Immediately you saw white, stars filling your mind as you felt yourself shamelessly spray over his tongue. 

“Sal!” You cried out, legs shaking as your orgasm violently washed over you. It was definitely the most intense orgasm you had ever had, but it was no wonder. All that edging had made you explode. 

“You’re so good for me baby,” Sal cooed softly, tugging his sweats down to his knees and slipping his cock between your well-lubricated folds. “I’d say you’re ready for me now.” 

You nodded in agreement, facial expression showing your eagerness. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck and pulled him as close to your body as possible as he slowly slipped inside of your wet heat with ease. You both let out melodic moans as he bottomed out inside of you completely, both of your desires finally satiated. Sal gave you a second to adjust before he began to move his hips, knowing that you were slightly overstimulated. Although Sal’s movements were slow, they were anything but caring. He slowly snapped his hips against yours, but his movements were sharp, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. You threw your head back onto the pillows behind you and let out a loud moan, “faster Sally!” 

“Faster?” He asked cheekily, hips snapping against yours in a quicker motion. Moan after moan tumbled from your lips as Sal increased his pace, desperate to feel your cunt flutter around his cock. It was a feeling that he was addicted to, easily. “God I can feel you getting tighter baby. You like that?” Sal asked, clearly poking fun at you. All you could do was nod. You certainly weren’t in the mood for his teasing right now. Sal nodded right back at you, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could into your tight cunt. You were practically drooling and squirming underneath him, body not ready for the second orgasm that was quickly approaching. “Stay still baby,” Sal whispered to you, his hands trailing down to your hips to keep your body in place. 

“I can’t!” You cried out. You bit your bottom lip to stop the scream threatening to erupt from your throat. 

“Yes you can sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum again,” he whispered, voice sweeter than honey. You wrapped your legs further around his waist, nails digging into his shirt as he continued to fuck into you. “Lift your hips up sweetie.”

You did as you were told, lifting your hips up until Sal’s cockhead was kissing your cervix, the new angle sending you tumbling over the edge. You saw stars for the second time, body filled with white hot energy as your orgasm rippled through your entire body. Sal groaned as your pussy contracted around him and he bent down to place a passionate kiss on your lips, hips not faltering as he fucked you. It was only a few seconds before Sal was spurting thick, hot ropes inside of you from his angry red tip. “Fuck!” He exclaimed, his hips stilling as his cock continued to twitch his release inside of you. 

When he was finally finished cumming, Sal slowly pulled out of you. You let out a soft giggle and smiled at your boyfriend, “fuck indeed.” 

Sal lay down next to you, laying his head on your shoulder before pressing soft kisses to your cheek. 

“I love you,” he whispered softly, but before you had a chance to respond, he continued to talk. “I think we should make a habit of lazy days like this.” Sal grinned up at you, forcing another giggle to escape your lips. 

“If you’re going to fuck me like that everytime, then I think we should,” you agreed, nodding your head slightly. 

“Good,” Sal whispered, finally allowing his heavy eyes to flutter closed. 

Sal was asleep in no time, snoring gently against your shoulder. You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, grabbing your phone back off the bedside table and deciding to flick through social media until he woke up. You really were one lucky woman.