#( RED AND GOLD TITANIUM. ) ━ DESIRES

[avissapiens]

How to be a Jock Ch8: Elements

(Model ID: David Laid // https://www.instagram.com/davidlaid/)

Sharp, hardened, honed. Forged in the fires of ruthless ambition  until that jock edge is so fine you can cut through the competition like butter. Mined out of the rough ground up masses and refined into something finally valuable. Pounded and molded into the shape you know will suit you best. Melted down and recast at the smallest sign of failure or impurity. Always polished and glinting in the sunlight like a medal on a star athletes chest.

The Metallic Jock core might seem cold and unapproachable at first. But when jocks meet the clashing and crashing of those ores can glow red hot. Sparks flying as they compete to be the best. Yearning for more. Never stopping the constant battle for self-perfection. Squeezing, bending, deforming, but never breaking. Never stopping. Too powerful to ever be broken. Both a link in a chain and the chain itself capable of holding the whole world up. Rewarded with glittering treasure beyond belief. The steely gaze of your eyes claiming conquest over every resource you covet. Flaunting that ownership and superiority with your weaponized body. Those cut, abs like titanium plating. The sheen from your sweat and exertion over bronze sunkissed skin; the perfect mirror for lessers to gaze in with envy. That vice grip over what you have won and what you desire to win. Abundance and endless victory totally magnetized towards you.

Let your potential and greatness surge through you like a copper wire. Let them lust after your success like gold and silver while you remain as stainless and strong as reinforced steel. You are sharper and harder than damascened iron.  Clear the path ahead of you and become something pure and great. Authors note: I was very annoyed that tumblr doesn't have Yellow as a font colour which is my go-to for jock. So just imagine all the Blue highlights are Golden.

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[ipso-faculty]

Five new autistic flags! And a nautilus as a symbol of the spectrum 💛

My current autistic hyperfixation has been the question of the autistic flag. By this I mean a flag for autism specifically rather than a broader neurodiversity flag.

Between autistic flag designs that look too similar to the Métis flag to a new flag design that looks annoyingly similar to intersex flag designs, none of the designs I've found for an autism-specific flag I've found have felt right.

So, I've made a whole bunch of alternative flags, varying from tweaks to existing flags to ground-up redesigns. Here's my current shortlist. Feel free to use any or all of them, or remix as desired! <3

I'll start with describing the flags that are tweaks of existing designs, and work my way to the nautilus, which I'm introducing as an alternative symbol for the autistic spectrum.

Flag Idea 1: golden infinity symbol on white background Most neurodivergent flags I've seen is a rainbow infinity (usually an infinity loop) on a white background; this is the oldest kind of design, from 2005. Many people are already using a gold infinity symbol (ideally an infinity loop) as a symbol for autism, because Au = gold.

I took the gold infinity symbol used to represent autism in the 2023 Autistic Progress Pride Flag, and stuck it on a white background, in the style of neurodiversity flags. I tweaked the infinity loop a little bit to further visually distinguish it from the Métis flag.

Flag Idea 2: fixing the red-yellow-green autistic flag This one takes the 2021 red-yellow-green autistic flag and replaces the problematic white lemniscate infinity symbol (which has been used to represent the Métis since 1815) with a dark red infinity loop. Red is another popular colour in autistic designs as a fuck you to Autism Speaks (fuck Autism Speaks).

Flag Idea 3: recolouring the Disability Pride flag (AuTiSTiC) There are two ideas in this flag. The first is to take the Magill disability pride flag and recolour the diagonal stripes to represent autism.

Since gold is used in autistic designs because Au->Autistic? Let's go all in. This flag has the colours of: Au: gold Ti: titanium (light grey) S: sulphur (light yellow) Ti: titanium (light grey again) C: carbon (off-black)

This is unashamedly dorky and I feel like if any minority group gets to have a dorky flag it should be us autistics.

Flag Idea 4: golden infinity + disability pride flag These flags represent the accumulation of the ideas thus far. Gold infinity symbol plus disability pride flag. I tried putting the infinity directly on the diagonal stripes and it was too busy, so I've moved them to the corners.

On the left is a version with the disability pride flag colours. On the right is a version using a yellow-white-yellow stripe design from the 2021 neurodiversity flag that's based on the disability pride flag.

Flag Idea 5: the rainbow nautilus for the spectrum After showing earlier drafts of all of these flags to a bunch of my autistic friends, a consistent feedback was that none of us were actually that keen on the infinity symbol as a symbol of autism (even without the Métis issue).

I think flags are an opportunity to tell outsiders about what we’re about. One thing I want to convey about being autistic is that the autistic spectrum does NOT mean a gradient from autistic to non-autistic. Here’s a visualization I like:

So I got to thinking about how to visualize that polar graph. I realized a nautilus shell works on a number of levels:

To convey the polar graphs in a stylized way

A fractal shape keeps with the theme of infinity

We autistic folks tend to live in our metaphorical shells =)

Best as I can tell from google text & image searches, the nautilus is not used by any minority groups or geographic regions for flags. A handful of businesses and software projects have nautilus logos, so I iterated design to be nice and distinct.

Here's another version with the gold-and-white neurodiversity stripes:

I also wanna note that as somebody who has ADHD and autism that I am 100% fine with anybody who wants to use the nautilus for AuDHD - the very idea of the autism spectrum was to unite highly intertwined diagnosis categories and personally I think it's reasonable to include ADHD in the autism spectrum.

If you would like alternative versions / tweaks to these flags, let me know in the comments. I also want to be explicit that I release all of these designs in the public domain, so you are free to reuse and remix as desired! 💛

I've tried to provide a nice range of options from remixing existing designs to new ideas, and I hope everybody can find at least one autistic flag they like that is also distinct from other minority groups (e.g. Métis, intersex). I've also posted a detailed overview on infinity symbol design for anybody designing new flags! 💛

If you have any favourites or ideas for flags let me know! I'm curious which ones people will like most. edit: uploaded the SVGs to Wikimedia commons for anybody who wants to play with them.

[moonologyy]

The expression of love given to you. 

warnings; none . just fluff .

If there’s one thing Gabi will admit, she isn’t as observant as Falco.

She’ll admit that wholeheartedly, along with her obliviousness, when it comes to the expression of love. Yet, it happened to her when Falco desired to get married to her and have a prolonged, happy life, confessing his feelings in the midst of a war despite the anguish and sorrow that surrounded them. It was honestly embarrassing to hear Falco explain the concept of it, but she sees it. The idea of love revolves around her. The affection between her family, the love Annie has, pining over Armin as they haven’t made their relationship official, and the love that friends share with each other.

When Gabi visits Levi's teashop a few streets away, she discovers another individual seating near the shop's window. You were unknown in her eyes and quite pretty, particularly with the rays of sunlight emphasizing and radiating among all of your features. Gabi was prepared to hurry into the teashop seconds before she caught sight of Levi's gaze of tenderness, love, and molten gold pouring affection into his eyes towards you. Her steps faltered, coming close to the store, but far enough for Levi to not notice her figure standing around the streets.

You grasped his whole attention on yourself, like you both were the only ones in the entire world, focusing only each other. Nothing else. 

Her jaw drops, pausing in her stead as people ignore her figure, walking past her to their destination. 

In the same way, she felt like the universe paused for her, focusing on the two figures that were conversing with each other. Even from watching afar, Gabi notes the hint of redness on Levi’s cheeks on his scarred face. Gabi felt like she was opening one of those romance novels that women were geeking about in their little tea party. It was abnormal for Gabi to see the proclaimed ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ from Paradis, radiating coldness, and a wall of titanium that couldn’t be broken down, but she doesn’t see that at all. 

Something about watching them both was heart-warming to see. That the man who obviously seems to have lost everything in life has someone that walked into his life, brightening his life. Gabi observes the way you throw your head back in laughter, for something Levi had said, giving you a hint of a small smile from the corner of his lips. 

Gabi came to the conclusion that this established relationship between you and Mr. Levi must’ve been ongoing for a long while.

Then a hand settled on her shoulder, startling her with a yelp, turning to face the familiar blonde. “Gabi! What’re you doing standing around?” Falco laughs from startling her before apologizing. “Uh, it’s just… Do you perhaps want to grab something to eat before we see Mr. Levi?” Gabi speaks without thinking of the context it may come behind, wanting to leave you and Levi alone for a bit, having the blonde and herself overcome with redness. “I-uh,” he stuttered. “Sure?” Falco agrees unsurely with a crack in his voice, having Gabi nervously grasp onto his arm to the opposite direction of the teashop, having no idea where to go to eat.

Gabi didn't bother glancing back, but if she did, she'd notice two pairs of eyes trailing them. You were grinning at them, entertained at how clumsily they were acting with one another, vanishing from your perspective as the gentleman standing behind you sighed in contentment, knowing Gabi must have been watching them and making the choice to leave them alone.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I stick around do you?” You asked, “your little helpers seem to have gone on a little date.” You joked to yourself, waiting for Levi’s response as he felt a flush of heat rush the back of his neck, seeing the pretty smile you give him. 

“Just don’t make a mess in my shop.” 

“You know I don’t leave a mess!”

“At your house, you do.”

[astra-ravana]

Working With Rashoon

Lady Of Lust

Enn: “Taran Rashoon Nanay”

Rank: Dark Lady

Colors: Red, orange, gold, black, yellow, dark pink

Herbs: Tiger lily, damiana, jezebel root, morning glory, strawberry, catnip, patchouli, orchid, poppy, hibiscus, primrose, saffron, cherry, dragon's blood, carnation

Crystals: Strawberry quartz, opal, fire agate, carnelian, ruby, smokey citrine, cherry creek jasper, red tiger's eye, eudialite, orange adventurine, sunstone

Element: Fire

Planet: Venus/Pluto

Zodiac: Scorpio

Metal: Titanium, gold

Tarot: The Devil, the Empress

Direction: South

Day: Friday

Animals: Cats, panthers

Domains: Lust, sex, desires fulfilled, insatiability, pleasure, connection, sex magick, sexual bonding, sexual energy, sacral abilities, animal magnetism, irresistibility, dominance, control, confidence, raising vibration, glamour magick

Offerings: Gold/gold colored items, figures and jewelry, spicey food/drink, perfume, artsy depictions of sex, erotic literature, sexual acts in her honor, sexual fluids, blood

Sigil:

[jaijaitbinks]

"Just let your desires consume you."

His everything burned. He burned and burned so hot. Swore he'd never let himself walk into an open flame ever again, never let it surround him and suffocate him in thick smoke. But damn him and his empty promises, because this fire was far better than anything he'd ever felt before. It sank deep into false veins, seeped into metal armor and limbs like water to a cloth. His core thrummed away in a steady rhythm but it felt like an upcoming heart attack, his titanium entirety cold but felt like a shell containing a wild, unforgiving fire. His ears felt scorching and clogged up but it felt like a filter was blanketed over it, muffling everything but the voice of sin—a pureblooded heathen. A degenerate, a profligate being, a demon of temptation and horrors.

A beauty in his corrupted black and gold eyes.

The touches he gave made him want to scream in wonderful agony. The dip in his bare palm, the same one that hid in fists capable and exposed to the gore of creatures and beasts and monsters, caresses him like a pillow cradling a sleeping head. Monster-eradicating hands caress a monster of metal, wires, and oil.

His hand moves up and down, up to fondle the tip, down to stroke the rest. A torturous pattern that makes him wail beneath his teeth but curse against his ear. A shiver wracks his body from head to toe.

"Let me consume you."

The fire he loves pulls away, replaced by an inferno. The villain's own heat rests bare against his, and his clothes feel restricting despite him having no flesh and bones—nothing possible to resitrict. Almost iridescent tears weep and smear between them both. Almost wide tears shred through cheap futons.

"Please. Consume me."

His eyes advert and fall on black and red and white cloth, torn to hell and scorched in some places. It encompases evil and sin and hatred and darkness. It defines monstrosity and destruction. It's a symbol of all that is wrong, all that a world hates, all that a world fears.

"I'm begging you. Love me honestly."

But the man who wears it—oh, the man who wears it encompasses warmth and beauty and passion. He defines heroism, strength, balance. He's a symbol of perserverence and bravery and unbridled perfection. He tortures, but sweetly. He loves, but selfishly. He hurts and suffers, but not with intent. An enigma, a walking contradiction.

This cyborg body is the exact same, he realizes. When he pictures taking those two halves and melding them into a being, he realizes he gets a person. When he observes that person, he realizes he can't tell if it looks more like his beloved villain or himself.

And if he was a hero and this man was a villain, then who was in their right place right now? Who should fall?

His body comes up, teases at the cyborg for just a little more, and envelopes him in a heat he loves far more than he should, both out of pride and mental stability. Their mouths fall open and share the smoke and steam, welcoming it into their lungs in unison. His hands fall on warm hips, his eyes close for some semblance of self-control.

He decides that he will consume him, he will let him consume. He'll feed him as much as he pleases, keep him loud and hot and wild, because this—he—is the only fire that could kill him if it didn't let him in.

He'd die if this fire wasn't killing him.

[theinfinitymarble]

Exotic Granite from The Infinity Marble: Elevate Your Space with Timeless Elegance

When it comes to transforming your living space into a work of art, few materials rival the elegance and durability of exotic granite. At The Infinity Marble, we offer a vast selection of exotic granite varieties that promise to bring sophistication and a sense of grandeur to any interior or exterior design. Whether you are designing a new home or planning to upgrade an existing space, exotic granite provides a stunning combination of beauty, durability, and versatility. Let’s explore how this luxurious stone can elevate your space.

What is Exotic Granite?

Exotic granite refers to rare and unique granite varieties that exhibit striking patterns, vivid colors, and exceptional mineral compositions. Unlike traditional granite, which often features more subdued tones, exotic granite boasts dynamic swirls, veins, and flecks of color that can range from bold reds, deep blues, and rich greens to mesmerizing golds and silvers. Each slab is one-of-a-kind, making exotic granite a true statement piece for any design.

At The Infinity Marble, we specialize in curating a premium collection of exotic granite sourced from around the globe. Our selection is known for its remarkable aesthetic appeal and premium quality, making it the perfect choice for those seeking to add an element of luxury and individuality to their home or business.

Why Choose Exotic Granite for Your Space?

1. Unmatched Beauty Exotic granite offers an unparalleled beauty that is truly distinctive. The vibrant patterns and color combinations found in each slab make it a stunning focal point in any room. Whether used for countertops, flooring, walls, or outdoor features, exotic granite adds a level of sophistication that is difficult to achieve with other materials.

2. Durability That Lasts a Lifetime Granite is known for its incredible strength and resistance to wear and tear. Exotic granite maintains all the durable qualities of traditional granite, making it an ideal choice for high-traffic areas like kitchen countertops and flooring. It is scratch-resistant, heat-resistant, and can withstand the elements, making it suitable for both indoor and outdoor applications.

3. Low Maintenance Despite its luxurious appearance, exotic granite is surprisingly easy to maintain. It is resistant to stains and requires only minimal care to keep its shine. With proper sealing, exotic granite can remain pristine for years, making it a practical and beautiful choice for homeowners and designers alike.

4. Versatility in Design The variety of colors and patterns found in exotic granite means there is something to complement every design style. Whether you are looking to create a modern, minimalist kitchen with sleek countertops or a rustic outdoor patio with natural stone pavers, exotic granite can seamlessly integrate into any design theme.

5. Adds Value to Your Property Investing in exotic granite not only enhances the aesthetic appeal of your space but also increases the value of your property. The luxurious and timeless nature of granite makes it a desirable feature for prospective buyers, giving you an edge in the real estate market.

Popular Exotic Granite Varieties at The Infinity Marble

At The Infinity Marble, we offer a wide range of exotic granite options that cater to different design preferences. Here are a few of the most sought-after varieties:

Blue Bahia: Known for its striking blue tones, Blue Bahia granite brings a sense of tranquility and luxury to any space.

Titanium Black: A bold choice with dramatic swirls of black, white, and gold, Titanium Black granite exudes sophistication.

Verde Ubatuba: With its deep green color and shimmering flecks, Verde Ubatuba granite adds an earthy, yet luxurious, feel.

Cosmic Black: Featuring a celestial mix of black, gold, and white veins, Cosmic Black granite is perfect for making a statement.

Red Dragon: This exotic granite variety is characterized by its fiery red hues and intricate patterns, bringing warmth and vibrancy to any room.

Top Applications of Exotic Granite

1. Kitchen Countertops Exotic granite countertops are a popular choice for homeowners looking to create a luxurious kitchen. The natural beauty and durability of granite make it an ideal surface for cooking and entertaining. With its resistance to heat and scratches, exotic granite will maintain its stunning appearance even after years of use.

2. Bathroom Vanities Elevate your bathroom design with the elegance of exotic granite vanities. Whether you opt for a bold and dramatic look or something more subtle and calming, exotic granite can add a spa-like ambiance to your bathroom.

3. Feature Walls Create a show-stopping feature wall with exotic granite. The unique patterns and colors found in each slab make it the perfect material for an accent wall that adds depth and texture to your living room, bedroom, or entryway.

4. Outdoor Patios and Pool Surrounds Exotic granite is an excellent choice for outdoor spaces due to its resistance to the elements. It can be used for patios, pool surrounds, outdoor kitchens, and fire pits, adding a luxurious touch to your exterior design.

FAQs about Exotic Granite

1. Is exotic granite more expensive than traditional granite? Yes, exotic granite is typically more expensive due to its rarity and unique patterns. However, the investment is worth it for those seeking a one-of-a-kind look and enhanced property value.

2. Can exotic granite be used outdoors? Absolutely! Exotic granite is durable and weather-resistant, making it a great choice for outdoor kitchens, patios, and pool areas.

3. How do I maintain exotic granite? Exotic granite requires minimal maintenance. Clean it regularly with a gentle soap and water solution, and make sure to reseal it every 1-2 years to protect it from stains.

4. What makes exotic granite different from other natural stones? Exotic granite is unique due to its rare colors and intricate patterns. No two slabs are alike, offering a level of exclusivity and artistic appeal that other stones may not provide.

5. How does exotic granite compare to marble in terms of durability? Granite, including exotic varieties, is harder and more durable than marble. While marble offers a softer, more elegant look, granite is better suited for areas with heavy usage due to its resistance to scratches and heat.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Space with Exotic Granite

Exotic granite from The Infinity Marble is the perfect material for those looking to create an unforgettable space. Its timeless elegance, unmatched durability, and stunning visual appeal make it a top choice for designers and homeowners alike. Whether you're remodeling your kitchen, upgrading your bathroom, or enhancing your outdoor space, exotic granite offers endless possibilities for elevating your home.

Transform your space with the beauty and luxury of exotic granite. Contact The Infinity Marble today to explore our collection and find the perfect slab to bring your vision to life.

[sugarbodyjewellery]

Everything You Need to Know About Helix Ear Piercing

What is a Helix Piercing?

A helix piercing is a cartilage piercing on the upper ear. It can be placed anywhere along the outer rim, providing flexibility in terms of placement and aesthetic. There are different variations, including single, double, or triple helix piercings, and more creative options like the forward helix, which is closer to the face.

The Piercing Process

Before getting a helix piercing, it's crucial to choose a reputable and experienced piercer. Helix Ear Piercing Here's a step-by-step overview of what to expect during the procedure:

Consultation: Discuss the desired placement and jewelry options with your piercer. They will also review your medical history to ensure there are no contraindications.

Sterilization: The piercer will clean and sterilize the area to minimize the risk of infection.

Marking: The piercer will mark the exact spot where the piercing will go. Make sure you're happy with the placement before proceeding.

Piercing: Using a sterilized, hollow needle, the piercer will create a hole through the cartilage. This process is typically quick but can cause a sharp pain.

Jewelry Insertion: After the piercing, the piercer will insert the chosen jewelry, usually a stud or a small hoop.

Pain and Healing

Pain levels for a helix piercing can vary depending on individual pain tolerance. Generally, the initial piercing causes a sharp pinch, and some discomfort may follow. Cartilage piercings can take longer to heal than earlobe piercings, with the healing process typically ranging from 3 to 9 months.

Aftercare

Proper aftercare is crucial to ensure your helix piercing heals well and remains infection-free. Follow these guidelines:

Clean Regularly: Clean the piercing twice daily using a saline solution or a piercing aftercare spray. Avoid using alcohol or hydrogen peroxide, as these can irritate the piercing.

Avoid Touching: Refrain from touching or twisting the jewelry unnecessarily, as this can introduce bacteria and cause irritation.

Be Mindful of Hair and Clothing: Keep hair and clothing away from the piercing to prevent snagging and irritation.

Sleep Position: Avoid sleeping on the side of the new piercing to reduce pressure and friction.

Potential Risks

As with any piercing, there are potential risks associated with helix piercings:

Infection: Improper aftercare can lead to infection, characterized by redness, swelling, and discharge.

Keloids: Some individuals may develop keloids, which are raised, scar-like growths around the piercing site.

Migration or Rejection: In some cases, the body may treat the jewelry as a foreign object, leading to migration (movement of the piercing) or rejection (pushing out of the jewelry).

Choosing Jewelry

One of the exciting aspects of a helix piercing is the variety of jewelry options available. Earrings For Tragus Initially, it's recommended to start with a stud made of hypoallergenic materials like surgical steel, titanium, or gold to minimize the risk of allergic reactions. Once healed, you can experiment with hoops, barbells, and more intricate designs.

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The Science of Sparkling Teeth: Innovations in Cosmetic Dentistry

A radiant smile can light up a room and boost your confidence, but achieving that perfect set of pearly whites isn't always a matter of luck or genetics. Thanks to innovations in cosmetic dentistry, you can now enhance your smile and achieve sparkling teeth that dazzle. In this blog, we will delve into the science behind these innovations and explore how cosmetic dentistry is transforming smiles worldwide.

Understanding Cosmetic Dentistry:

Cosmetic dentistry is a specialised branch of dentistry that focuses on improving the appearance of teeth and gums. While traditional dentistry primarily deals with oral health and hygiene, cosmetic dentistry combines the art and science of dentistry to create beautiful smiles.

Innovations in Cosmetic Dentistry:

Teeth Whitening: One of the most popular and accessible cosmetic dental procedures is teeth whitening. Over time, our teeth can become stained or discolored due to factors like coffee, tea, red wine, and smoking. Cosmetic dentists use innovative whitening agents and techniques to safely and effectively whiten teeth, often in just one office visit.

Porcelain Veneers: Porcelain veneers are ultra-thin shells custom-made to fit over the front surface of your teeth. These veneers can transform the appearance of teeth that are stained, misshapen, or have minor imperfections. Advances in materials and technology have made veneers more natural-looking and durable than ever before.

Invisalign: Invisalign is a groundbreaking orthodontic treatment that has revolutionised teeth straightening. Instead of traditional braces, Invisalign uses clear, removable aligners to gradually shift teeth into their desired positions. It's a discreet and comfortable way to achieve a straight smile.

Dental Implants: Dental implants have become the gold standard for replacing missing teeth. They consist of a titanium post that is surgically implanted into the jawbone, topped with a lifelike crown. These implants look and function like natural teeth, and they can last a lifetime with proper care.

Cosmetic Bonding: Bonding is a quick and cost-effective way to repair chipped or cracked teeth. Cosmetic dentists use a tooth-colored resin that is applied and sculpted to match the existing tooth's shape. It's a versatile solution for minor dental imperfections.

Digital Smile Design: Modern cosmetic dentistry often utilises digital smile design technology. This innovative approach allows dentists to create a customised treatment plan and show patients a preview of their future smile before any procedures begin. It provides a precise and predictable outcome, ensuring patient satisfaction.

The Science Behind the Sparkle:

Cosmetic dentistry is not just about aesthetics; it's also deeply rooted in scientific principles. Dentists consider factors like tooth color, shape, alignment, and symmetry to create a harmonious and natural-looking smile. They use their expertise to balance aesthetics with functionality.

Additionally, advancements in materials science have led to the development of highly durable and natural-looking materials. For example, porcelain veneers closely mimic the appearance of natural enamel, and tooth-colored resins used in bonding are virtually indistinguishable from real teeth.

The science behind cosmetic dentistry also involves a thorough understanding of oral health. Before any cosmetic procedure, a dentist ensures that the patient's oral health is in good condition. This may involve treating underlying issues like gum disease or tooth decay to create a stable foundation for cosmetic work.

Summary:

Innovations in cosmetic dentistry have transformed the way we approach smile enhancement. With cutting-edge techniques and materials, cosmetic dentists can create stunning smiles that not only look fantastic but also promote oral health. Whether you're interested in teeth whitening, veneers, or a complete smile makeover, consult with a skilled cosmetic dentist to explore the possibilities of achieving sparkling teeth and a newfound confidence in your smile. Remember, the science behind that sparkle is on your side. Visit cosmetic dental clinic for more.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Lion’s Den: Part 10

Delicate crystalline teardrop diamonds hung elegantly from the titanium-coated frame of the chandelier. A russet accent had been placated above the titanium that had added a tinge of gold to the otherwise steely-looking fixtures of their private bar room, a place you had only been a handful of times.

They were waiting there in their pressed suits with airs of intimidation surrounding them. Steve had appeared on the chaise, a stiff drink in a short glass resting against his thighs, his suit jacket opened to allow the rich red silk lining to become visible. His beard had been well maintained and groomed, the cut of his beard accentuating his sharp draw. His eyes were drawn toward you in a fleeting moment of appreciation and desire before the lust was overshadowed by intensity.

Bucky was not far from Steve, however, unlike Steve, Bucky had been standing near the seamless one-way glass to gaze over the club and patrons. He like Steve had his suit jacket opened to show the silk lining of his Italian hand-sewn and tailor-made pieces. He was aware of you, mindful of your presence as you had escorted Ari into the private VIP area, and hesitated to leave.

You didn’t know whether they would want you to be here or if they wanted you to return to the bar and begin serving alongside Tom. Your hesitancy had added to the rising tension in the room, and as the only omega, you were aware that the odds were stacked against you.

Yet, you knew you were safe.

Both Steve and Bucky had the innate rage that could and would result in a heinous aggressive snap. If they were crossed, or you perhaps, Steve and Bucky would not have hesitated to extend their hands in a blind rage and set the city to burn. They had made it well known that they would destroy anyone who hurt you.

“You know Marcus?” Bucky had finally broken the clasp of silence and slowly turned halfway toward Ari, the ice in his glass clinking against the sides of the glass.

You knew he had weapons hidden on his person, you knew he at least had his high point calibre hidden somewhere. You couldn’t see the holsters or see the sheathed blades, however, you knew they were there. You know for certain that Bucky had a set of reinforced knuckle dusters that he had used a time or two before.

“I’ve come across the slimy bastard,” Ari stood opposite of your two alphas with a conscious awareness of their intense protectiveness, “heard he pissed off the wrong people.”

“Pissed off the wrong people?” Steve had raised his glass to his parted lips, downing the alcohol trapped within the shot glass.

“Do you know the bastard or not?” Bucky grits his teeth and started walking toward Ari before he took a sharp right and stalked toward you, wrapping his hand around your forearm, gently pulling you past Ari.

“I have what you need,” Ari had stirred their curiosity and attempted to test the waters by bringing his hand to his beard. He had rubbed his palm over his chin and cheeks, standing in the thicket of radiating scents and thrashing testosterone.

“And…?” Steve had sat up against the chaise, slowly leaning over to the right to drop his glass off and then turned his attention to you, sweeping his eyes over your frame.

“I should go. Bucky I’m sorry…” you felt the need to apologize, mistranslating the tension for anger that was focused on you.

“Stay,” Bucky had deliberately pushed you with force to Steve’s lap, “you’re needed here.”

“What do you want, Levinson?” Steve questioned the third alpha in the room and rest his hands against the waist of your dress, feeling the softness of the material before he shifted his hands to your hips and pulled your back to his chest.

He had poignantly kept you secured against him, almost as if he was making a show of you being there, on his lap. Steve’s hands were steady and his fingers had spread against you, your dress bunching against his palms and the gentle shift of his fingers. He had reminded you of a cat kneading a bed, using its claws and the toes of its paws to form and create a soft place to rest. Only instead of Steve making a bed for himself, he was giving himself something to touch and caress.

“You have beautiful omegas working for you,” Ari had stepped closer, a single step at a time to not push more than he could’ve.

“Be careful, Levinson.” Bucky stepped with Ari, closing in on Steve and yourself in a chess move that drove the lingering tension further.

There was a steady climb back and forth, to the formidable clash between your alphas and Ari Levinson. Though all parties have retained their ability to keep themselves calm as level-headed and experienced alphas had, you were aware of their tentativeness when Steve slated his lips against your scent gland. He had begun suckling on your flesh, nipping your scent gland that he would eventually bite down on to mark you as his permanently. For now, he was sending a message to Ari Levinson.

However, you still weren’t aware of why you were here. Or why you had to stay.

It was an alpha command that rooted you to Steve, a directive that came from Bucky laced and disguised in niceties but regardless of how it had come across its message was the same. Bucky had directed you to stay here while they spoke with Ari, he had wanted you to be present for some kind of reason and he hadn’t directed or even indirectly told you why.

“Your omega is beautiful, but I’m rather fond of my balls and I’d like to keep them.” Ari hadn’t bothered denying the savagery they could inflict on himself if he had crossed the line, he knew that Steve and Bucky were too smart and respectable for that.

“Then what do you want?” Steve quipped with a bite to his words then slid a hand between your thighs and gently pulled your legs open.

“You have beautiful omegas, I think I’d rather do business while seeing your business with my own eyes.” Ari directed his attention over to you, his eyes flickering down to the point of contact between Steve’s hand and your thigh before he looked up once more.

“You want a dance, Levinson?” Bucky reached into his pocket for the platinum lighter he had stashed away and produced it with the flair and flick of the flint.

Bucky had turned his attention toward the two of you and motioned with a tilt of his head to leave the private room for a less secluded private area with its wet bar. The single motion of his head had come before Bucky had signalled downstairs for one of the girls to come up and entertain, all flawlessly completed within a fleeting moment.

“Might be worth considering that I have names that you don’t.”

“Don’t push your luck, Levinson.” Bucky jeered, stopping at the edge of the door to gaze headily at him. “We aren’t always so willing to give.”

“I don’t like him, and I don’t like him here.” Your hushed whispers had fallen on deaf ears when your sister makes a wide berth around you with two full glasses of wine.

“I’m trying to tell you-“ you reached for her arm to stop her from walking away from you, desperate to talk to her about her boyfriend whom you loathe.

“This is my apartment too and you don’t get to be a cunt,” your sister seethes and jerks away from you with enough vigour to spill droplets of red wine over the rim of the glass, “and Marcus is a good guy.”

“It’s my name on the lease!” You don’t follow her, you watch her go to the living room with wine.

You listen to her pitifully chirping at Marcus to get him warmed up to her. The sound falls on deaf ears and is further drowned out by the roar of the game on the television, and you resign yourself to cleaning up her mess.

Yet again, you are the sister who has to bear the weight of the shortcomings of the other.

Marcus makes you feel uncomfortable, like you know he’s nefarious and has an air of darkness surrounding him. You know that something is hiding beneath the surface of a piss-poor alpha who doesn’t even want your sister, that makes the hair on your neck stand on end.

“Marcus is a good alpha, he’s going to be my alpha.” Your sister had stated later that night, proudly jesting about this alpha she had found.

“He creeps me out-” you tried reasoning with her again, attempting to have a breakthrough.

“I live here too, and get over yourself.” Your sister’s derived annoyance bites at your flesh and the way she rolls her eyes at your claims makes you irritated beyond measure.

“Not everyone wants to sleep with you. Hell, you’d be lucky to get one.”

The dimmed lights and steady beat that pours from the speaker system in the VIP room have been tailor-made for this dance and this particular omega. She moves beautifully around the pole as she swings her legs around the polished silver, doing her best to captivate and hold Ari’s attention while he sits before her.

He’s watching her carefully, his eyes have never left her while she moves but you can sense a disconnect between where he wants to be and where he is. For a moment you can see something unkempt flash in his eyes, something that makes you wonder if he had suffered a great loss in the past. But as quickly as it’s here, it’s gone and Ari is reaching forward to slip bills into the elastic of the dancer’s panties.

There’s a bartender and a runner behind the counter that has been making and giving Ari his drinks, always the same and always with an extra pour. The drinks come in a small glass with extra ice, and Ari downs them quickly and with purpose.

“You know Marcus, you said you know something he’s done.” Steve and Bucky had been relatively quiet since you’d been moved from their private room to this one, though questions linger at the back of your mind.

“Marcus is a snake. He’s not dangerous, he’s stupid.” Ari rest his arms against the back of the couch and relaxed, his eyes studying the dancer when she started dropping from the stage to give him a lap dance.

“Don’t fuck with me, Levinson.” Bucky’s fuse has been burned down to the bare minimum, and still, he was being generous.

“Nothing is stopping us from putting a bullet in your head,” Steve had kept his hold on you, he had kept you in his lap with his hands flush on your body.

“In front of your sweet omega?” Ari had pushed the boundary, and a single yet shudder-inducing growl from deep within Steve and Bucky’s chests reverberated throughout the room.

“What information do you have?”

“You have ties to old families, the kind of empires that have been around since the turn of the century. Irish, Scottish, Italian-“

“If you don’t get to the point before our patience runs thin-” Steve’s hands stilled on your thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder while he continued to keep you pressed against his chest.

“When’s the last time you questioned your loyalty? Your alliances? You’ve been straddling a delicate line between mutual existence.”

“The city is better for it, we’ve done what weaker men couldn’t,” Bucky stated with cautious pride, keeping his hand by his side where a weapon may have laid.

“You have a lot of connections with old families.” Ari reiterated, speaking to Steve and Bucky while looking at you, the feeling of a message being delivered in a gaze. “And you have the means to be a prodigy.”

“The point, Levinson.” Bucky raised his voice, demanding the message as it stood instead of queuing the inevitable for some twisted dramatic flair. “Or a bullet is going to be lodged in your brain.”

“Marcus is an idiot, and he wasn’t working this ploy alone. Someone you call an acquaintance is questioning whether it’s time to have a power shift. Get rid of the omega and you have two alphas who are otherwise distracted.”

“And then what? They’ll kill us?” Regardless of how Steve had replied, his body had become taut under yours and his hands gripped your hips to the point of it being painful. “Better men have tried.”

“They’re close, Rogers. Right under your noses and you’re blind to it.” Ari had pushed himself to sit up further, and then he had reached into his right front pocket, producing a folded photograph.

“Got this before I came to find you.” Ari had held it out toward Bucky and then had dropped his hand back to his thigh when Bucky took it from him.

“What the hell is this?” Bucky unfolded the picture and immediately upon seeing the contents, a shift had overtaken his scent. His jaw clenched, and his teeth ground against each other as he reacted physically to the picture that he was holding, and the message that was sent through Ari.

“Bucky, what’s going on?” Your voice had begun to shake, reacting to Bucky’s shift and the darkening hold that crashed into him.

“Queens and Bronx are dead.” Bucky had turned sharply on his heel and stalked toward Steve, handing him the picture that had been folded and creased.

You should have known better than to look, you shouldn’t have dared try and see the grisly details of the image that captured the death of your two guards but you couldn’t help it. It was your natural curiosity that had aided you to look, and you could not prevent yourself from seeing it with your own eyes.

And as the image had been registered in your mind you had felt the first violent churn of your stomach. The image of the two guards that had been meant to keep you safe and in check according to Steve and Bucky was revolting at best. Their deaths had been a promise of destruction and aggression like none seen before, it was a matter of pure rage and hatred that had been inflicted upon the two men.

“Breathe, you need to breathe. Take deep breaths.” Steve sensed your distress and reacted with the natural and innate ability to comfort you as your alpha should have. Despite the grisly details, Steve was doing everything he knew to make you settle back against him.

“Who the fuck gave you this?” Bucky had grabbed the picture again, slipping it into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “Where the fuck did you get this?”

“As I said, it got delivered to me.” Ari slowly stood from where he was sitting and took a few cautious steps toward Bucky. “They’re coming for you and what you’ve built. This was a warning, their deaths were a message. They’re going to try and tear you apart, piece by piece.”

“How do you play into this macabre game, Levinson? What the fuck do you want?”

“I’m here to help,” Ari’s eye had been cast upon you again, holding your gaze while speaking to them, “looks like you need it.”

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[sadachmesarthim]

just think about them for a minute:

- i want peter parker, the new boy king of an organized crime unit ben has figureheaded for decades. the entire seaboard adores him - no one knows what's really paying the bills. as far as they know, real estate is booming again 

- i want tony stark, our sweet young man from the city, taking after his father howard doing pro bono defense cases and helping the more unfortunate souls of new york 

- i want quentin beck, disgraced reporter for the bugle, who is this fucking close to being fired if he won't stop going on and on about these old money families the entire city loves and actually find a credible story 

- i want an angry quen beck, heart still aching and shattered, freshly broken up with, ready to spill every single secret about the parkers, and i want tony. poor, sweet, innocent tony, willing to walk right into the parker estate and practically announce that he's there for more evidence. and, because he's a total fucking moron, i want him to get caught.

- i want a peter that likes this little fly he's caught, this... tony stark. a peter that'll play with his food before he eats it. maybe he doesn't keep him - at least not locked in his basement or chained to the wall. but maybe he brings buck & steve over, whispers to them just loud enough for tony to hear. tells them to bring q to the house, however they had to.

- i want a peter that likes this little fly he's caught, this... tony stark. a peter that'll play with his food before he eats it. maybe he doesn't keep him - at least not locked in his basement or chained to the wall. but maybe he brings buck & steve over, whispers to them just loud enough for tony to hear. tells them to bring q to the house, however they had to.

- and maybe they sit tony down in front of quentin, not bound or restrained in anyway - just sitting in front of quentin and watching as peter forces q onto his knees and pulls the bag off his head. and tony .... doesn't want to run. this is just more evidence, right??? and peter is so content, inside, because he knows tony is just a tad bit too interested, and quentin beck is scared as fuck. because he knew he would get caught. he just didn't think it would be so soon. 

- i want peter to sit next to tony as steve and bucky take turns whaling on quentin. i want tony watching, unwavering, as fists fly and blood runs. i want peter watching tony, eyes not leaving the man next to him, absolutely enraptured by his lack of fear. i want peter not at all concerned with the feeling in his gut as he watched tony's eyes get big when he sees quentin spit a bloody tooth out of his mouth. i want tony really fucking concerned by the total lack of fear and self preservation instincts he has within himself throughout the entire thing.

- i want him even more concerned when he doesn't even flinch, not when the two big buff guys are hitting quentin, not when peter stands up. not at all concerned when peter pulls a gun out from underneath his jacket. not when peter glances back at tony from over his shoulder, or when peter clicks the safety off and lines it up with quentin's right temple. not when peter shoots the little rat that got tony here in the first place, not when a fine spray of blood ends up all over his face. not when peter comes to kneel in front of him, safety still off and barrel still warm and gun resting right next to tony's dick what the fuck is this guy doing. not when peter snatches his own silk square from his breast pocket and wipes tony's face off, dabbing away the offensive red stains. not even when peter brings his lips up to tony's ear and whispers "i know you can keep quiet for me, can't you baby?".

- not when the gun is pulled away from his crotch and brought up to his hairline, tip of it dragged so gently from temple to chin. not when peter tips his head up so tony can fully face him, fully meet his eyes. i want the butterflies in tony's stomach when peter uses his loaded gun to force tony to his feet. i want them when peter uses his gun instead of his fingers to draw tony's lips toward his own. i want the catch in his throat when peter's unoccupied hand closes around it, when tony's forced into a box he didn't even know existed. i want the questionable sense of safety that wraps its way around him after the only first night he spends in peters bed. i want the security he feels when the blood is rinsed out of the clothes he wore that day - good as new, it never happened. i want the love he feels when peter buys him a ring - for his middle finger of course, a modestly sized titanium band, with an inscription on the inside 

- i want the emptiness that he feels when peter tells him to never come back to the house. to never contact him again. that he can never come back. i want the tan line that develops around that ring - the feeling of distant ownership that comes with being peter parker's silent boy - i want the raised imprint on his skin - "quiet for me" - that's visible whenever he takes the ring off. he never takes the ring off. and maybe peter still helps fund howards tonys law firm, and helps make it possible for him to take all those pro bono cases and still eat regularly. and maybe he still keeps tony safe from the less desirable people seeking his services, that peter knows would look at or touch or think about him in ways that ,,, set peter's skin on fire. and maybe peter likes it. having his hands around the sweet defense lawyer boy from down the street, even if it's from afar. and maybe tony likes it too. likes keeping peters secrets. likes being his metaphorical kept boy. likes having the physical reminder on his finger that if he were ever to open his mouth, he would end up just like quentin.

- but maybe. maybe it isn't really enough for either of them. so maybe tony fucks up one day and asks to be seen. he knows he's not allowed to come back to the house. he knows he's not allowed to talk to peter again. but he has to. tony has to see him again. so he goes and he insists and that gets him a nice swift punch to the stomach - but he still gets to see peter. and peter waives everyone else away but tony, and they go, and they talk. they talk like lovers 50 years married. they talk like soulmates ripped from each others grasp. tony breaks down and says that he cant stay away. that he'll stay quiet for the rest of his life - that peter can do whatever he wants to him to make sure of it - but he can't just stay away. and peter's heart... it hurts. it aches for the man in front of him because he wants so desperately to keep him.

- and maybe... maybe tony stark, new york lawyer, 28, heir to the stark law firm, goes missing one day. maybe howard and maria are devastated and do everything in their power to find their son. maybe they wake up one morning to a loud knock on the door and an envelope sliding underneath. maybe they open it to a letter from their missing son and a check for $10,000,000. maybe they read a beautifully worded goodbye, a heartbroken apology for abandoning them, but assurance that he's okay. maybe tony spends his days in plush robes and silk shirts and $500 boxers. maybe he has a beautiful collection of collars and bracelets and rings and even crowns that his lover has bought him. maybe he enjoys it when peter comes in with a new circle of gold to wrap around his neck or finger or wrist or head. maybe he likes playing dress-up for his prince. and maybe, just maybe... peter likes spoiling the little fly he caught in his web. he likes putting gold and diamonds and gemstones all over this precious little catch 

- because he loves his tony, and his tony loves him, and the best way to keep him quiet is to keep him close 

inspiration: black treacle - arctic monkeys, suck it and see - arctic monkeys

i know the formatting on this sucks i don’t know how to fix it i’m sorry

[andromeda3116]

so like i said i would do no more explaining but i was kinda jokey with that post when actually no i legit did put thought and purpose into this kanej playlist, so here’s a breakdown of the songs on it and which lyric(s)/to whom it applies. some of them, again, are more about the general vibe, but mostly there’s like. an actual reason i picked these songs.

kaz.

o. (not on spotify) the sewers belch me up, the heavens spit me out, from ethers tragic i am born again. [...] is it bright where you are? have the people changed? does it make you happy you're so strange? and in your darkest hour, i hold secrets' flame. you can watch the world devoured in its pain. --the end is the beginning is the end

i. god money, i’ll do anything for you. god money, just tell me what you want me to. god money, nail me up against the wall. god money, don't want everything, he wants it all. no, you can’t take it, no you can't take it, no, you can’t take that away from me. head like a hole, black as your soul, i'd rather die than give you control. bow down before the one you serve, you’re going to get what you deserve.

ii. there’s a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step i take, making every promise empty, pointing every finger at me. [...] i am just a worthless liar, i am just an imbecile. i will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well. [...] why can we not be sober, i just want to start this over.

iii. i’d walk to you through rings of fire, and never let you know the way i feel. under skin is where i hide the love that always gets me on my knees. [...] i want it now, i want it now. don’t tell me that my ship is coming in. --nothing lasts forever

iv. one: take control of me, you’re messing with the enemy. said it’s two: it’s another trick, you’re messing with my mind. [...] there it goes again, take me to the edge again. all i got is a dirty trick, i’m chasing down the wolves to save you. i tell you i want you, i tell you i need you. the blood on my face, i just wanted you near me. --club foot

v. don’t waste your touch, you won’t feel anything. or were you sent to save me? i’ve thought too much, you won’t find anything worthy of redeeming. [...] reach out and you may take my heart away. --the leaving song, part two

vi. while i waited, i was wasting away, hope was wasting away, faith was wasting away, i was wasting away. [...] inside a crumbling effigy, but you promised. so dies all innocence, but you promised me. --the great disappointment

vii. welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life, done my time and served my sentence, dress me up and watch me die. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight. [...] the crown. so close i could taste it, i see what’s mine and take it. --the emperor’s new clothes

viii. all my friends were glorious, tonight we are victorious. [...] i’m a killing spree in white, eyes like broken christmas lights. my touch is black and poisonous. [...] throw the bait, catch the shark, bleed the water red. fifty words for murder, and i’m every one of them.

ix. just like romantic verses, just like a joyous end, just like a memory, it twists me. you land as lightly as the new snow onto the melting boy. you land as gently, you’re so cinematic, bathed in your radiance, i melt. --this celluloid dream

x. i’ll describe the way i feel: weeping wounds that never heal. can this savior be for real, or are you just my seventh seal? no hesitation, no delay, you come on just like special k, now you’re back, the dope demand, i’m on sinking sand. [...] i’ll describe the way i feel: you’re my new achilles heel.

xi. i choose to live and to grow, take and give and to move, learn and love and to cry, kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie, hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through. i choose to live and to lie, kill and give and to die, learn and love and to do what it takes to step through. [...] i’ve been crawling on my belly, clearing out what could have been. --forty-six and two

xii. do you listen to yourself? never live for someone else. do you like the way you feel? nothing hurts when no one’s real. [...] i wanna bullet-proof your soul, would you like to lose control? i won’t let you fall until you tell me so. [...] should have listened when you called my name.

xiii. you have forsaken all the love you’ve taken, sleeping on a razor, there’s nowhere left to fall. your body’s aching, every bone is breaking, nothing seems to shake it, it just keeps holding on. [...] i thread the needle through, you beat the devil’s tattoo.

xiv. i’m insane, but on my toes. i can keep the world balanced on my nose. i had a slumber party with all my foes, now i wear ‘em like a badge of honor on my clothes. if i’m crazy, i’m on my own. if i’m waiting, it’s on my throne. [...] can’t stop me now, i said i got you now. i’m right here at your door, i won’t leave, i want more. --what’s up, danger?

xv. the world is a vampire sent to drain, secret destroyers hold you up to the flames. and what do i get for my pain? betrayed desires and a piece of the game. [...] despite all my rage, i am still just a rat in a cage. --bullet with butterfly wings

xvi. can’t you see i’m sorry? i will make it worth your while. i’m made of dead men’s money, you can see it in my smile. oh, lazarus, how did your debt get paid? [...] when the fires, when the fires are consuming you, and your sacred stars won’t be guiding you, i’ve got blood, i’ve got blood on my name.

xvii. “oh don’t talk of love,” the shadows purr, murmuring me away from you. “don’t talk of worlds that never were, the end is all that’s ever true.” [...] every night i burn, every night i scream your name.

xviii. my heart’s a tart, your body’s rent, my body’s broken, yours is bent. carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed, i lie here charmed. [...] like the naked leads the blind, i know i’m selfish, i’m unkind. sucker love, i always find someone to bruise and leave behind. --every you, every me

xix. it don’t matter, i won’t do what you say. you’ve got the money and the power, i won’t go your way. i can’t take for the people, they don’t matter at all. i’ll be waiting in the shadows, until the day that you fall. [...] kill me if you dare, hold my head up everywhere. --underdog

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inej.

i. i’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm, and the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold. my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones, it keeps my veins hot, the fire’s found a home in me. [...] and i’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me. i’m done with it, oh, this is the start of how it all ends. --yellow flicker beat

ii. just how deep do you believe? will you bite the hand that feeds? will you chew until it bleeds? can you get up off your knees? are you brave enough to see? do you wanna change it?

iii. i know it’s a lie, i want it to be true. the rest of the ride is riding on you. [...] wishing you could keep me closer, i’m a lazy dancer, when you move i move with you. --collect call

iv. don’t look ahead, there’s stormy weather, another roadblock in our way. but if we go, we go together, our hands are tied here if we stay. oh, we said our dreams would carry us and if they don’t fly, we will run. now we push right past to find out how to win what they all lost. oh, we know that we want more, oh, the life we’re fighting for. [...] there are no rules that we can’t break. --disparate youth

v. as i move my feet towards your body, i can hear this beat, it fills my head up and gets louder and louder. i run to the river and dive straight in. i pray that the water will drown out the din. [...] there’s a drumming noise inside my head and it starts when you’re around. --drumming song

vi. shoot me down, but i get up. i’m bulletproof, nothing to lose. fire away, fire away. ricochet, you take your aim. fire away, fire away. shoot me down, but i won’t fall, i am titanium.

vii. you’ve been walking, you’ve been hiding, and you look half-dead half the time. monitoring you, like machines do, you’ve still got it, i’m just keeping an eye. you say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock. i don’t believe any of it.

viii. i’m in need of a savior, but i’m not asking for favors. my whole life i’ve felt like a burden, i think too much and i hate it. i’m so used to being in the wrong, i’m tired of caring. loving never gave me a home, so i’ll sit here in the silence. i found peace in your violence, can’t tell me there’s no point in trying. i’m at one, and i’ve been quiet for too long.

ix. i am running, i will meet you halfway. when i get there, will you be waiting for me? and i’m scared that you don’t feel the same. and after all, just how much can i take? heaven help me, i think i’m in love, i’m all in love with you. ‘cause i can’t help myself, i’m falling down, i’m falling hard for you.

x. i never promised you an open heart or charity, i never wanted to abuse your imagination. i come with knives, i come with knives and agony to love you.

xi. stooped down and out, you got me beggin’ for thread to sew this hole up that you ripped it my head. stupidly think you had it under control. strapped down to something you don’t understand, don’t know what you were getting yourself into. you should have known, secretly i think you knew.

xii. go row the boat to safer grounds, but don’t you know? we’re stronger now. my heart still beats, and my skin still feels. my lungs still breathe, my mind still fears. but we’re running out of time, all the echoes in my mind cry. there’s blood on your lies, the scars open wide. there is nowhere for you to hide, the hunter’s moon is shining. i’m running with the wolves tonight.

xiii. a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. i screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it’s left me blind. the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out, you’ve left me in the dark. no dawn, no day, i’m always in this twilight, in the shadow of your heart. [...] i took the stars from my eyes and then i made a map, i knew that somehow i could find the way back. then i heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness, too. so i stayed in the darkness with you. --cosmic love

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both/and.

i. shed a tear for each soul set free, but that’s what happens when you dance with me. pity the man who stands in my way, i’m a nightmare even in the day. i’d be wise with which words you say, ‘cause they could be the last breath you take. [...] call me a criminal, maybe, baby, i’m an outlaw. you know, i ain’t evil but i ain’t a saint.

ii. it’s my own design, it’s my own remorse. help me to decide. help me make the most of freedom, and of pleasure. nothing ever lasts forever. everybody wants to rule the world. there’s a room where the light won’t find you, holding hands while the walls come tumbling down. when they do i’ll be right behind you.

iii. i know you’ve suffered, but i don’t want you to hide. [...] i want to reconcile the violence in your heart, i want to recognize your beauty’s not just a mask. i want to exorcise the demons from your past. i want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart.

iv. you mean that much to me and it’s hard to show. gets hectic inside of me when you go. can i confess these things to you? well, i don’t know. embedded in my chest and it hurts to hold. i couldn’t spill my heart, my eyes gleam looking in from the dark. i walk out in stormy weather, hold my words, keep us together. steady walking but bound to trip, should release but just tighten my grip. night time, sympathize, i’ve been working on white lies. so i’ll tell the truth.

v. i, i came here in day, but i left here in darkness and found you, found you on the way. [...] your sins into me, oh my beautiful one. --silver and cold

vi. you wanna make me bad, make me bad. you wanna pay me back, pay me back. baby, it’s violence, violence. [...] but i like it like that.

vii. hey, baby, can you bleed like me? oh, come on baby, can you bleed like me? you should see my scars.

viii. i’m giving you a night call, to tell you how i feel. i’m gonna show you where it’s dark but have no fear. [...] there’s something inside you, it’s hard to explain. they’re talking about you, boy, but you’re still the same.

ix. you don’t wanna hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies. unaware that i’m tearing you asunder, and there’s a thunder in our hearts, baby. so much hate for the ones we love, tell me we both matter, don’t we? [...] come on baby, come on, come on darling, let me steal this moment from you now. --running up that hill

x. feel my heart burning, deep inside, yearning. i know it is coming. a fettered heart, waking. tainted youth, fading. leave it all behind. delirious again, mesmerize my senses, souls entwine one more time.

xi. there is love in your body but you can’t get it out, it gets stuck in your head, won’t come out of your mouth. sticks to your tongue and it shows on your face, that the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste. darling heart, i loved you from the start, but you'll never know what a fool i have been. darling heart, i loved you from the start, but that’s no excuse for the state i am in. --hardest of hearts

xii. it’s fire, it’s freedom, it’s flooding open. it’s the preacher and the pulpit and your blind devotion. there’s something breaking at the brick of every wall, it’s holding all that you know. so tell me do you wanna go? where it’s covered in all the colored lights, where the runaways are running the nights. impossible comes true, it’s taking over you. [...] where the lost get found and we crown ‘em the circus king. --the greatest show

xiii. but if you’re troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things they did. they said now, teenagers scare the living shit out of me. they could care less, as long as someone will bleed. so darken your clothes and strike a violent pose, maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me. 

xiv. we are ready for the siege, we are armed up to the teeth. be careful how you live and breathe, release what’s broken underneath. how many times do you wanna die? how many ways do you wanna die? [...] you used to do a little but a little won’t fly, right before you hit your prime. that’s where we fell in love but not the first time. --the royal we

xv. and how can we win, when fools can be kings? don’t waste your time, or time will waste you. no one’s gonna take me alive. the time has come to make things right. you and i must fight for our rights, you and i must fight to survive. --knights of cydonia

xvi. look at me go, look at me high and low, look at me picking myself back up from the underground. i’ve died a few times before, i know what it’s like when i can’t see the light, i find a light of my own. [...] we were born alone, and we die alone. what a way to go, now i’m on my own. but i’m not sorry, no.

xvii. broken people, hollow and feeble, they’re rolling, rolling up the hill. [...] breaking in, in, in my eyes, i can’t see like this. i can’t let go, please help me down, i can’t be like this. --sweet

xviii. prey on the powerful, masters of the game, we run with wolves in the shadows, we chase ‘em down ‘til we’re face to face. [...] it’s in our blood, in our blood, in our veins. this is the world we made.

xix. and our lives are forever changed, we will never be the same. the more you change the less you feel. believe, believe in me. believe, believe that life can change, that you’re not stuck in vain. we’re not the same, we’re different tonight. [...] we’ll make things right, we’ll feel it all tonight. we’ll find a way to offer up the night tonight, the indescribable moments of your life, tonight. the impossible is possible tonight. believe in me as i believe in you, tonight.

[lurafita]

Spooning

Peter, holding up a spoon: "You ever wonder why it's called spooning? Like, did someone look at two spoons lying together and say: Yep, that's what two lovers hugging look like."

Stephen, not taking his eyes off the magical book he is reading: "The term is derived from an old welsh tradition. The welsh have been famous for their wood carvings since medieval times. They also held a particular favor for wooden spoons. They were hand carved pieces of art. Young men would spend months carving them, the more intricate, the better. Tradition tells that if the woman of their desires accepted the spoon, the two were then acknowledged as a couple by society. Hence spooning originally meant the giving of an intricately carved spoon to the woman you loved and wanted to marry. Over time, spooning came to mean a type of hug where you lay facing the same way. Likely born out of the public affection the new couples displayed by standing close together and sharing an embrace."

Tony, who had been banished to the couch for the last two days, mildly confused: "... So you telling me you want me to make you a spoon? I make you a spoon and I'm allowed back into your pants, that what you telling me? Friday, get one of the suits to fetch my welding equipment, fuck wood, I'm going to make the most badass titanium gold alloy spoon and then we can pick back up where we left off on page 32 in the Kama Sutra!"

Peter, watching Tony leave with a completely red face: "No offense, but I'm gonna be at Ned's for the rest of the week."

Stephen, head in his hand, sighing deeply: "I get that."

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Day 30: FAVORITE NINJA

So, I'm debating myself on this one. But I think I gonna go with Zane (since he's my fav) even though I want to write about the others as well... Oh well!

He can change his appearance, voice and actitude whenever and however hi wants

He often uses Snake Jaguar to scare his friends. It's hilarious to see Cole screaming

He and P. I. X. A. L. Often are treated differently because they are nindroids-

You know what?

Fic time!

Zane sigh. He just couldn't believed. In front of him, his just about to be wife, in a beautiful gold, dark blue, and purple dress. Her green eyes fixated on him.

"I... Do not"

At the words, he woke up. Panting. What has that being a-

He sighed once more. Another day, another vision. Because they couldn't be dreams, Nindroids didn't dream...

Right?

He looked around, seeing his room. And went to check his inner clock. Fifteen minutes to five A. M. On a Thursday. Seeing that he was unable to go back to 'sleep' he stood up. It was better to go and prepare breakfast for his team. But, once changed and out. He could hear Kai's tossing, or Cole's snoring. Not even Jay's mumbling. He went to check on them.

They weren't even in they rooms. Without a second thought, he went to see into the kitchen, where a note was awaiting for him

'Zane

We went out to gather some more supplies. Don't worry! We will back at noon.

-Love, Jay'

Confused, he raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. It was already suspicious that they Ninja where up, even more this. Normally, Lloyd or P. I. X. A. L., Even Sensei Wu would be around. So, decided, he decided to call his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. It made him giggle a little. He still wasn't used to those terms quite yet.

Shaking his head, he decided to call, knowing fully well that his partner would pick up instantly. He called.

Nothing. He called again. Nothing once more. That... That was strange. Maybe she was immerse on searching, yes. That would be it.

He began walking once more, towards the training patio of the monastery. Maybe he could get his head out of the matter with some training. Meditation was primordial with his ever working mind. Getting his own brain out of thoughts often helped.

So, with that in mind, he took seat on the outskirts of the training area, and, closing his eyes. His thoughts began to wonder, seen a recapitulation of all those extreme events in his life. Life, was he even alive? Was he even a living organism, when he was made of metal? He decided not to wonder to much on those ideas.

Wondering more, he focused for a, extremely weird reason, on his sacrifice towards the OverLord, the evil essence that took over Garmadon's body, and then, becoming a vengeful presence towards and, with help of Pythor, New Ninjago City, using all the technology to destroy the Ninja and draining Lloyd's Golden Powers. But, only Zane, himself, lunch forward to destroy him. Even if that means that he would be destroy.

And then, his fight against Mr. E. The nindroid under Harumi/The Quiet One command. He tried not to think about it to much. Since, since that nindroid decided to use his gift of life to cause terror.

And finally, him being-

He opened his eyes in fear. No, he was not the Ice Emperor anymore, he was Zane. The White and Titanium Ninja, the Master of Ice, the... The fourth master of the elements of creation. He wasn't. He isn't.

" I-I'm not him... Not anymore" He mumbled, and, decided to already having spending to much time on meditation, he stood up. But he's legs gave up. Falling and scrapping his metallic face, he tried again, and moved to the monastery hallways, dragging his feet against the boards on the floor.

He drag himself inside his own room. He couldn't even used his lower body anymore. Why? That had, that had never happened! He tried once again, to stand up. Nothing, he only felt to the floor. He tried to call for someone. His voice box didn't seem to work!

Why? Why!?

"You Ninja are insolent... But not for much" his icy blue eyes widened in surprise. No! That couldn't be!

No!

And then. Blackness rose on his vision. With dread and fear on his last thoughts.

[...]

When he opened his eyes, he could feel it. The rage, the desire for vengeance against them. He stood up, his legs kinda trembling, and with slow steps, he headed towards the bathroom mirror. His eyes, a shining red, he closed them, open them again. Purple. Icy purple. Eh, he could do with that.

He closed his left fist, dark Ice forming. Dangerous. He smiled towards his reflection. A sickening smile.

He decided to use his camouflage, looking at his human version. Ugh, to much white. Still smiling, he let his hair grow a little bit, securing it in a low ponytail, with his roots a dark black, going purple and then, mostly of it white. His pale reflection facing him, purple eyes shining with evilness.

Once again, Zane- no, Emperor inZane, looked up. Changing his white gi with a dark hoodie, purple, dark purple. Black, and red as decorations, but leaving the white, gold and blue in it.

A formal wear color black, a tie of color pale blue, dark boots with red and gold, elegant gloves of white to purple and then icy blue. A lower face mask of black and blue. His shirt of white and purple, a hood of black, red and gold. The now purple eyes nindroid called up his shurikens, more sharp than ever, black white blue and gold. He looked once more on the mirror

Smiling, he left. Maybe, he could and WOULD find his... Friends.

It was a party day after all, wasn't it?

This year creation day would be... Really funny.

(It's finish! :D but i wanted to thank @fakys for the idea of Ninvember! And, in memory of @ninjaheadcanons account! This is also my first complete month challenge. Again, thank you and have now, a wonderful December!)

[iloveyouthree-thousand]

and they say a picture is worth a thousand words (but I never understood that until now)

aka the story of how Tony got that photograph. 

//

They both knew what day it was—the third Sunday in June.

Father's Day.

Peter usually spent Father's Day alone. It sounded sad, but his parents had passed when he was young enough that he'd never really established any meaningful connection to the holiday, so it didn't really feel as though he was missing out. After all, it was hard to miss something you never really had.

Howard Stark was so distant—mentally and physically. It didn't matter if he was thousands of miles away on a business trip or a few hundred feet away in his shop; he was never really there. Tony made his peace with it. If his dad wasn't around he wasn't going to cry about it, it was just the way things were. But it did make for a rather lackluster Father's Day.

Needless to say, it was an unfamiliar holiday for both of them.

Somewhere along the way, though, Tony and Peter had taken to spending the day together. It started with an innocent movie night. Then, perhaps by chance or maybe by some subconscious desire on both sides, they spent the same day together the following year. And then the one after that.

Before they realized what was happening, it had become a tradition.

Still, they'd never voice the fact that it was Father's Day. It was just a random day that they happened to spend together. Annually.

But it was just a coincidence and nothing more. It couldn't be more than that, because if it was, they'd have to address a relationship that was still hard for them to put a label on. It was easier this way.

And then Peter broke their unspoken rules.

They were sprawled on Tony's extremely expensive couch, sharing half of Peter's less expensive blanket.

Peter yawned as the end credits scrolled across the screen.

Tony had fallen asleep about halfway through the movie, his head slumped awkwardly against the armrest. Peter prodded at him until he fluttered his eyelids open.

"Mr. Stark?"

The man finally lifted his shoulders off the couch, sitting up lazily as he regained his bearings.

"You missed the best part," Peter chastised, another yawn escaping his lips.

Tony snorted. "I've watched that movie at least a dozen times with you. I think I could recite the whole thing by now." He lifted his watch up to his face, straining to read it in the darkened room.

"Alright, kiddo, it's past my bedtime," he said, slowly standing up and starting for the stairs, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Wait—before you go," Peter rummaged in his bag, retrieving a red envelope and a matching red bag.

"I, uhm, saw this and May thought it was so cute and that I should... here," he finally managed, practically shoving the gift into Tony's hands, "goodnight!"

He tried to leave before his mentor noticed that his face was flaming red, but Tony grabbed his arm, effectively thwarting his escape.

"What's this?" He dropped the kids arm to examine the items in his hand.

The boy rolled nervously between the balls of his feet and his heels. "You know, you're right. It's getting late. I should probably go to bed. Gotta get my full eight hours and all that."

"Pete," Tony said, but the kid had already darted from the room.

He ran his thumb under the envelopes seal, revealing a red and white card with a Superman logo on the front and the words "Not All Heroes Wear Capes".

He flipped it open. "Happy Father's Day to my favorite superhero."

Underneath the type-written font was a familiar messy handwriting.

"Capes are overrated. (Besides, the gold-titanium suit is way cooler.) –Peter P."

He tucked the card safely into it’s envelope, and pulled at the tissue in the bag. A small frame peeked out, encasing a familiar photograph.

It was the two of them, each holding up a pair of bunny ears and wielding a certificate for Peter’s fake internship.

"It’s upside-down, you goons.”

“It’s symbolic, Pep. This kid right here is going to turn the whole world upside-down, just you wait and see.”

Tony coughed suddenly, attempting to release the heaviness that was settling on his chest.

A few feet away, a floorboard creaked.

"I can see you, kid," he called to the mess of curls poorly hidden around the corner.

Peter pushed himself more tightly against the wall and held his breath. He nearly jumped through the ceiling when Tony appeared in front of him.

He mumbled shyly, his eyes aimed toward the floor. "Too cheesy, huh?"

Tony didn't say anything.

"I know it's kind of weird and mushy but, even though I know it's not like a big deal... I just thought that—because, you know... I don't know what I'm trying to say."

A second later, a pair of arms circled tightly around Peter.

"Mr-,"

"Shh."

Peter's stiff body relaxed into the embrace, pretending not to notice as Tony's lips pressed into his hair.

Tony finally released him a moment later.

"Okay. Well, don't stay up too late. I promised May I'd bring you back in better shape than I found you."

His voice were steady as he patted Peter's shoulder, desperately trying to look composed, but the glint in his eyes gave him away.

"Love you too," Peter whispered, swiftly hugging Tony and then disappearing down the hall before he could protest.

Tony smiled and leaned against the wall, rubbing the cardstock between his fingers. He wondered when it had happened—when the switch had flipped.

Because it wasn't just the third Sunday in June anymore.

And he hoped it would never be just that again.