#.two to the nosey tango

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

I’m tempted to write a sit com style of Limited Life.

It follows the Clockers, a family of a single mom, Cleo Clocker, and her two sons (who we think are adopted) Scar and Bdubs Clocker (who we also swear that those aren’t their real names).

The local biker gang, Bad Boys, Grian, Joel, and Jimmy (who we aren’t sure are related but people speculate Jimmy and Grian are. And that Joel has a wife we don’t see)

The neighbors, Pearl and BigB (of which we think Pearl is Grian’s sister but isn’t confirmed. And is dating BigB to piss off her brother.) who are very nosey and tend to get involved in the family drama because of this.

Their absent dad, Etho Slab (Formerly Clocker), as he causes problems in the families life trying to ‘reconnect’ with his sons. And running a bar with his old college buddies Tango, Skizz, and Impulse. (We think they are in a poly or something. But none of them are straight.)

And the two resort owners, Scott and Martin, well ‘resort’ is an Airbnb they rent out and make great money with. (We think they are in a relationship (?), but Scott acts weird around Jimmy, and Martyn seems to have some weird trauma around Cleo. We aren’t sure why, but something happened.)l

Noted Plot points.

- Grian and Scar used to be a couple when teens, and Grian cheated on Scar with BigB.

- BigB was under the assumption that Scar was into this, and has tried to get Grian to do a threesome.

- Pearl is ‘dating’ BigB because both want to make Grian jealous. (It’s working)

- Scar still has feelings for Grian but also hates his guts. Several times through the series they have hate sex.

- Bdubs has some ‘dad’ trauma. And constantly looking for Etho’s approval.

- Etho only ever liked Bdubs and doesn’t like his eldest son Scar. He thinks Cleo had an affair. (Fans speculate that Scar is adopted)

- Fans speculate Joel has a secret wife that he hides form the Bad Boys and her name is Lizzie. They think she’s Pearl’s best friend or former girlfriend before she got with Joel.

- Gem is Cleo’s girlfriend in this, but people seem to think she’s Cleo’s sister which is confusing as to why.

- Renchanting is a closed down shop after Ren broke up with Martyn and left for a different city.

- The place takes place on a costal town a few miles away from a city. So Beach shenanigans (And Scar in a tight swimsu-)

- Jimmy is always having doubts of being a Bad Boy and seems to have a crush on Tango. (Fans love the angst for this shit).

- Bdubs and Scar have a great brotherly relationship even if they don’t see eye to eye.

- Tango, Impulse, and Skizz all keep trying to get Etho to ‘man up’ and actually be there for his kids. (Or at least Bdubs, Scar is doing fine on his own it seems). While also being bad influences on him for ways he can get Cleo to not hate him.

- they also own a tie shop business on the side of their bar. And no one knows why.

- Fans speculate the family is in a gang or mafia, but aren’t sure what. There is little evidence but it is scary how this little bit shows a darker picture.

- fans also speculate both Scar and Bdubs aren’t Cleo’s or Etho’s kids due to the stupid always changing their ages. Hence the mafia theory.

- both Scar and Bdubs are whores, and so is everyone else. I don’t make the rules.

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This is about all I got for now. But if I come up with more ideas, I’ll let you know.

[grimaussiewitch]

Life series alliances and enemies I want to see!

(BIG DISCLAIMER: All of the people in the life series are friends and will choose what happens in an improvised series, me wanting two people to be rivals like Renchanting vs The sand hippies doesn’t mean I want them to hate each other in real life, this is a for fun post as season 6 is coming very soon)

Alliances:

Grian and BigB: They have gotten close a few times but never a long series alliance. I really love their friendship and I want to see them team together more than one episode.

Mumbo and Scar: I loved how they were in early episodes of secret life, a long series alliance would be so cool, especially if Mumbo last longer.

Scott and Tango: We’ve only seen bits and pieces of these two but I think it would be interesting. Some people have been rude about these two teaming so there’s a bit of spite in there too. I just think it would be cool to see.

Cleo and Jimmy: Even less interactions. Why these two? I don’t know, I think they would make a great alliance. Probably best work with a third person so I shall suggest Pearl or Bdubs here.

Ren and Scott: I am not over third and last life with these two. I don’t want them as enemies or fighting to the death, I want to see Ren and Scott be allies. Be bros. I want to see theatre kid Ren with Scott okay?

Lizzie and Etho: Sorry Joel, your wife is teaming with your ex-soulmate.

Joel and Pearl: Please please please please please- I just think they would be neat :3

Scott and Joel: While I really want Joel to take Scott’s final life, I would 100% down with these two teaming. What a great alliance it would be to be with the guy you tried to kill multiple times! In other words, I think it would be funny for me. That’s the most important thing.

Any combination of Skizz, Mumbo and Lizzie: Our guys that weren’t in double life, I need these three to interact more okay?

Martyn and Grian: I know someone asked Martyn to make a one side homoerotic relationship with Grian next season but I would be so down for a team up. Yeah yeah they were in Southlands together but I want just them as a duo.

Ren and Martyn: “hey didn’t they already team?” Yes and? I have been waiting for so long for these two to talk again and Ren might not be in this season again. I don’t have any evidence to say he won’t but I’m not getting my hopes up again.

Lizzie and Pearl: We got a taste of these two in secret life and I think they would have a solid alliance. Plus red life with these two? Two wet cats with a taste for blood? Sign me the fuck up.

Enemies:

Pearl and Gem: “uwu wouldn’t it be so cool if they were together and pearl helped gem win?” Fuck no. I want blood. I want them at each other’s throat. I want Pearl to actively take Gem’s final life. You had murder camel, let me see these two fight to the death okay? Fuck an alliance I want murder and death.

Martyn and Tango: Watchful eyes would see that over the seasons Martyn and Tango have a sort of rivalry or at the very least Tango is bullied/teased by Martyn. Rarely have they been on the same page. Therefore, I want them to be official enemies.

Tango and Skizz: I don’t want them to be actual rivals, it just would be nice for Skizz and Tango to branch out from each other as they have teamed in every season besides third and double life. Being rivals is a treat.

Impulse and Skizz: Same as above but more because they are best friends, I would love to see them tease each other lol.

Pearl and BigB: I don’t think this would happen but it would be something new. Especially how Pearl wanted BigB to win limited life when they were the nosey neighbours.

Scott and Joel: Pretty please take Scott’s final life I love the guy but I need Joel to do it please please please-

Ren and Martyn: Yes I want them to be alliances again but enemies? Oh? Oh ho? We had a taste of this with last life’s final four battle royal and Martyn confirming that he was always going to betray Ren. I need to see that.

Bdubs and Etho: Purely for the angst <3

Mumbo and Grian: I love these two so much but proper rivals would go so hard. Bonus if Scar is teamed with one of them lmao.

Impulse and Bdubs: It won’t be brought up but I think the clock grudge lasting all the way to season 6 would be funny as hell.

Bdubs and Joel: Short.

Cleo and literally anyone: She is very scary as an enemy not in a “Cleo would beat your ass” she couldn’t, but in a “they will hurt you with words”

Anyway who do you want as allies or enemies in season 6?

[sambambucky]

Hi, hello! BuckySam & Scott?!?!?!?!?! Please tell me more???

H♡WDYYY!!!!!! oh yeah, oh yeah.. this one is sooo.

i started talking about this here, but basically a college sam moves into a crusty apartment with best bro straight allies scott and clint who cheer him on through all things sleeping around campus and eventually are by his side during the most annoying parts of his new thing with Bucky. here's a snippet:

"Who’s that?" Scott asks as he comes into the main room. Sam has half a second to be thankful it’s not Clint, who would just snatch the phone from his hand and read the thread himself, or god forbid Natasha, who would know just by reading his expression. "You got that look." Sam rolls his eyes, "What look?" "You know – " Scott rests his chin on both fists with a dopey grin " – this look."  "Fuck you," Sam laughs, "I don't look like that." "Uh, ya you do? When you like someone? Or you're getting really good dick." Sam rolls his eyes, mostly for show. "Well I'm texting Bucky. If your nosey ass must know.” "Oh nice, you finally got his number," Scott says excitedly, plopping down next to Sam. "Did he send a good dick pic?" Sam raises an eyebrow, sighs, "what is it with you and dick pics?" Scott shrugs, "it's not like I’m going to get any. I just wanna see, I don't know. Don't change the subject, man, what're you talking about? You two gonna do the horizontal tango again?” Sam snorts, handing his phone over, "trying to figure that out, actually."

thanks for asking!<3<3; from the WIP game

[nova-skittle]

teehee its art dump time!! my sketchbook is really chonky and im jjust over halfway through soooo here yall go! each picture shall have a lil caption bc some arent self explanatory (and yes, the yello sticky notes are so as to not dox myself ty)

the cover! win for the gays am i right

tango of the tek variety!! hes so silly

what thats crazy more tango???

im very normal abt this man

notango this time! just a lim. life cleaur that has so many layers of marker on it

esmp s2 katherine! sorry some pics r rotated lmao

katherines scars + tattoos bc she deserves them :) they look cool

these two pages are like my favorite in my sketchbook so far lmao

silly hermitcitizen stuff <3 no their names not myriad i just like the word

the fog witch feat. a built different ferret

various silly doodles!

when i started doing lim. life designs! pearl + cleo (and a lil lizzie as well)

eefo! id never drawn him before but i loveeee his design sm

clockers designs! also, gem cleo

BAD BOYS! i have an unhealthy love for joel smallishbeans

mean gills??? you bet your ass

again, random doodles (featuring me trying to figure out an impulse design)

little ol me :) honestly my favorite drawing on that page

what if lim. life scott and esmp s1 lizzie were besties,,,, what if,,,,,

i love my silly hermitcitizen sm

esmp s1 finale. ough. i cried

ahem. anyways

scott smajor???????

messing around w some pens i found

a little nosey, eh?

whao a silly

whats this

pearl page!! i love her

the silliest ever

pearl in an outfit i wore (scarland hoodie)

well we've reached the image limit so the rest have to wait <3 this sketchbook is literally so chunky yall have no idea

[mellozheist]

🚦Babbling Which group are more likely to survive long in limited life🚦

*This is a babbling that I gather from The first session only*

T.I.E.S. Team (Tango Impulse Etho Skizz) 

So many Redstoners!! This season gave them an opportunity to make some serious farm (I think They’ll be the only group have gather mob farm) 

They start with not much luck on cows but I think They have the brain to improve and could gain power from their supplies by trading and make alliance 

(It’s up to the alliance to stay royal tho lol)

most of them might not be good at pvp and have slow reflex but with good supplies and smart redstone traps They could get a win! 

They seems to be a close friends to come as a pack so there’s low chance that They’ll betray each other on purpose

The Mad Sad Bad boys (Joel Jimmy Grian)

Bunch of Idiots That will go along any risky game Then failed and died  (Remember fishing rod game from Double Life?) But There’s two ass crazy guys Who can kill and WILL be a menace on the server

Three of them have a good chance and experience from their MCC that They could clutch a win 

Still, They’re always make highly risk decisions and that could end their series very soon If not careful (Which they’re not really good at lol)

They’re not type of people to betray their friends for Boogey kill but They could do it for content and It’d be funny to kill their friends

Coral kids (Scott Martyn) 

Very soild Team tbh, Scott is pretty loyal to his teammate, Martyn could be a little bit of prankster but I think He’ll stick around  

(His king is not avalible So The Hands has free will Yippee) 

Scott can manage to have gain loads of alliance but Martyn might accidentally break it, Their base can adapt to be defensive(water) and offensive(pufferfish) They also have long time MCC experience for pvp and movement and They both are really good survivors So They could have chance to win!

Not sure If Martyn will betray Scott tho He loves to twist thing :D

C(l)ockers (Scar Cleo Bdubs) 

Builder, Dealer, and Dominant. They have scary vibe for some reasons They could use that power really well 

Lots of people learned from the past so The trading dealing with Scar couldn’t work like before, He still got a charm to drag ppl along tho

They have the most food supplies right now So They have an opportunity to make a deal and trade with every group that could get advantage

They’re not pvpers but They’re pretty close together, I don’t think They will betray their friends...? especially mum 

(I hope Bdubs won’t kill his friends for new clock again cuz they’re clockers)

Nosey neighbours (Pearl BigB) 

Cat lady and Frog guy, Pretty chill vibe 

I hope nothing bad happens to them (It already has)

BigB has history of betrayed but He could grow from that and Pearl can set a scene for boogey kill again 

[whatamipan]

Things from Grian's Limited Life Video, #8

1.) "In solidarity for my Lost Boys," alright Buddy. You didn't have to attack us yet.

2.) Ridin' in and Bdub's horse dies, as well as him almost dying.

3.) The two children come over and automatically G's asking where their mom is.

4.) And G died...

5.) HE KILLED CLEO! And then died again....

6.) He killed Bdubs, thereby taking him out of the game. Later revealed that it was to Impulse from a TNT cart, and not G shooting him.

7.) Tango died to a TnT cart in vengeance for Joel, so sweet

8.) Bye Tango, RIP Grian (to Etho)...

9.) Scar perma died to Grian. Then Cleo died to the Nosey Neighbors when she tried to avenge Scar.

10.) Grian showed his new alliance (NN) the way out.

11.) New development, they can be hurt outside the border.

12.) 50 seconds, BigB, Pearl kept telling him to kill her leaving him at 30 minutes, her at 2.5 hrs, and G at like 1.5 hrs.

13.) Scar "cUTgUy"ed Grian whilst he was shooting Impulse off of the ladder. That's nice.

14.) Inacting the sword! I forgot about that! Grian gave Etho a diamond sword, Etho still has it, and he wanted to rename it! I'm gonna cry /pos

15.) Pearl attacked Impulse, who is under Etho's protection, and I like to think Pearl was trying to protect her Evo Brothren.

16.) Etho killed Pearl just because he needed time, he didn't realize she wasn't over three hours.

17.) Grian fell to death, he had just been repeating "One death and I'm out," and then fell off of Bread Bridge....

[meteormoss]

So i watch the life series with someone nearly every time, irs typocally one of two people, my friend jack beinf most coomon. Now jack is a longer term hermit fan than I amd knows a few more base minecraft mechanics. This means great analyzation after 3 hours of watching minimum together. We've decided there are two probable paths to come.

1. the bad boys are the firsr full team taken out, and this puts rock at best point standing as theyll have everyone on their side. No one else is officially allied yet. Likely etho/tango akd scott/martyn will try to get the other two out because theyre known crafty folks. Winner from here is unclear.

2. All of bad but grian go out, grian worms into a new group or goes under the radar. Once again ties vs mean gills is likely once tensions get higher. But also in this scenario rock is moee likely to get turned on.

Om either one we think nosey meoghbors will get ignored until it is too late and they'll make it really far or die an unmeanigful death.

[non-primum-non-nocere]

@eyesofcuriosity

It wasn't there.

Law put away a ledger and picked up another. He stepped to the office window once more, straining his eyes to make out the words in the moonlight. His eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter with each page he thumbed through. Nothing; unless Sir Pate de Rolly deserved more credit than Law had given him, and 'barrels of wine' and 'sacks of grain' were a code for his more insidious activities despite him trading in both in the legit market.

He closed the ledger and - tapping his finger against its spine - scowled at the dark interior. At this stereotypically traditional merchant office with a heavy desk in the middle, a row of bookshelves full of ledgers and other files. At a sizable globe in the corner that Law was willing to bet doubled as a minibar.

Muffled music filtered through the closed window - a mansion next over had a ball; everyone's attention and vigilance were focused there.

Nearly everyone's.

Law put the ledger back on the desk and stepped to the globe next to the door. He flexed and wiggled his fingers, relaxing them as he leaned over it, searching for any switches or latches in the faint light.

A click and a movement snapped his attention. He stood up and against the wall, hiding behind the door as it swung ever so carefully open.

Interesting.

Law flicked out his scalpel and held to the woman's throat. "Don't scream," he hushed in a calm, nearly bored tone, closing the door, "neither of us wants that."

[drabbles-mc]

Reckless

Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza x OC (Mariella Reyes)

Request from @rizoldlady​: I would love to see story about him dancing with an oc female character. Baby sister to Ez and Angel. Possibly they are dating in secret and Riz blows the secret while dancing with her at a Mayan party. Tango or cha cha. I can see angel getting pissed at riz for kissing his baby sister. Please please pretty please.

Warnings: language, protective and nosey brothers

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This was my first time writing for Riz, so please be gentle with me haha. I really loved this prompt though, and had a lot of fun with it! Hope you all enjoy it xo

(I’m a visual person so with OC’s I always have to have photos to help with the pictures in my head so here’s a little something to help if that’s how your brain works too)

There was a knock at the front door. She smiled into the mirror as she put her earrings in and shouted, “It’s open!”

She heard the sound of boots on the floor and moments later she caught Riz’s reflection in her mirror as he poked his head around the doorframe into her bedroom. She smiled at him through the reflection, shaking her head slowly.

“We’re gonna see each other in less than an hour,” she turned to face him, grin still plastered on her face.

He walked up, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his forehead against hers. He placed a kiss on her nose, “I couldn’t wait. Besides,” his hands slid lower, dipping into her back pockets, “I don’t get to do this once we’re there.”

She laughed, shaking her head slightly, “I know, I know. Lo siento, mi amor,” she cupped his face and kissed him on the lips, “I’ll tell them soon, I promise.”

“Better be soon,” he said with a smirk, “Don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Michael,” she laughed, her head falling back slightly as she did.

“Mariella,” he chuckled, taking the opportunity to kiss her exposed skin of her neck.

She ran her fingers through his hair, letting them come to rest on the back of his neck. He slid his hands up underneath the fabric of her top, fingertips pressing slightly into her back to keep her pressed flush against him. She let out a small, content sigh as she let him melt into her.

They’d started seeing each other a few months ago, and truthfully, she didn’t see it coming. Riz had always been a flirt, just like every other guy in the club. But eventually the playful flirting turned into real conversations, and then those real conversations turned into late nights at her place after parties. And now here they were. The secrecy wasn’t too much of an issue at first when everything was still new and they were figuring it all out, but now it was getting harder to keep it under wraps. The two of them had had more than one close call with her brothers popping in to visit and check on her.

She didn’t know how they were actually going to respond when they found out that she and Riz were dating, but her mind was instantly jumping to the worst possible scenarios and outcomes. Angel and EZ really never asked her for much, but they had asked her, very nicely, not to date anyone in the club. She partially understood it—they knew things about all the guys that she never would and that made them wary. But they were all adults now, and they could only pull the, “You’re our baby sister,” card so many times before it started to lose its effectiveness.

Riz pulled back and cupped her face gently in his hands. He traces his thumbs along her cheekbones as he looked at her eyes, and the freckles that were scattered along the bridge of her nose. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, his heart warming as he felt her smile.

“I have to finish getting ready, cariño,” she placed her hands over his.

He smiled, “Uno más,” and before she could say anything else, he pressed his lips against hers again.

She laughed, leaning into the kiss. The urge to show up late to the party so they could have a little extra time together was tempting, but she knew that she’d blow their cover and she would never hear the end of it from her brothers. She finally managed to pull herself away from him, keeping her fingers interlocked with his as she stepped back.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” she knew that if it was up to him, they’d never leave.

“Kicking me out, hermosa?” he pressed one hand over his heart with a pained look on his face.

She laughed, nodding, “Just for now. You can come over later.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she gave him another quick peck on the lips before nudging him back towards the door to her room, “Now go and let me finish getting ready.”

He walked towards the door, pausing for a moment and taking one last look at her before exiting her bedroom. She heard the front door open and shut, followed shortly by the sound of his bike roaring to life. She chuckled to herself and shook her head—he certainly kept her on her toes.

By the time she showed up to the party, there were already a good amount of people there. She managed to weave her way through the crowd to find her brothers. Angel’s height made him one of the easiest to find in a crowd, and she was forever thankful for it because it seemed as though their parents ran out of good height genes by the time they had her.

He wrapped her in a hug, “Mari,” he kissed the top of her head, “I was starting to think that you weren’t going to make it.”

“And miss the chance to embarrass my brothers at a club function? No way,” she laughed, “Where’s EZ at, anyway?”

He scanned the room, “Over at the bar,” he nudged her in that direction, “Go tell him he owes us both a beer.”

She chuckled as she weaved through the small clusters of people and found EZ, clapping him on the back as she settled in next to him at the bar. He smiled and draped his arm around her shoulders, “Glad you made it.”

“Angel says you owe us each a beer.”

He rolled his eyes, “Of course he does,” he asked the bartender for two more bottles before turning back to his sister, “Your man was looking for you earlier.”

She froze for a moment, “Wh-what? Who?”

He laughed, “Tranq. I swear he asks about you more than Pops does.”

“That’s because Pops knows he doesn’t have to worry about me,” she grabbed her beer bottle and took a sip, “I’ll find him eventually. Thanks for the beers, mano,” she smirked as she grabbed the bottle for Angel and took off into the crowd again.

As the night wore on, she found herself sitting by the fire pit outside with her brothers, Bishop, and Tranq. The five of them sat around chatting and watching the chaos unfold around them. Mariella was usually able to stay on the outskirts of it all, content to watch everyone else get themselves into trouble. It was extra rewarding if the people getting into trouble were her brothers.

She felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder and she looked up to see Riz smiling down at her. “Sorry to interrupt,” he crouched down so he was eye-level with her, “can I steal you for a couple minutes?”

She smiled, trying to keep her composure so no one would think that anything was going on, “Sure, everything alright?”

He stood up, pulling her from the chair, “Yea. Got time for a dance, querida?”

She smiled but she couldn’t pretend that it didn’t send a jolt of fear down her spine, “Michael, don’t get reckless.”

“It’s one dance,” he tugged her towards where everyone was dancing, “What’s the worst that could happen?”

At first, the guys didn’t pay much mind to the fact that she had gotten swept away by Riz. She was friends with all of them and had long since progressed past the need to have one of her brothers with her all the time. They were wrapped up in their own conversations, bouncing back and forth between talking business and talking shit.

Bishop was the first one to notice the two of them getting a little cozier than usual on the dancefloor. He smirked to himself and decided not to comment on it as he took a swig of his beer and returned to the conversation at hand. If Riz and Mari wanted to dig themselves into that hole, it wasn’t really his place to say anything about it. That wasn’t a club matter.

Tranq, on the other hand, was not as subtle. Once he clocked it, he instantly nudged Angel and nodded in their direction, “You know anything about that?”

Angel and EZ both turned their heads to see what he was talking about. They saw the way Riz was holding their sister close, hands set on her waist. They saw the way that she leaned in so he could whisper into her ear, whatever he said causing her to laugh. Her hands toyed with his hair for a moment before they came to rest gently on the back of his neck. They were dancing a little too close, a little too lost in their own world despite the noise and crowds around them, for anyone to think that it was just platonic. Riz stepped back and spun her around, and the look of pure joy on her face as she twirled right back into his arms and against his chest was enough to make anyone believe in love again.

Except for Angel, who was halfway out of his chair before EZ threw his arm out to stop him, “Leave it, Angel. Don’t make a scene.”

“You fuckin’ serious?” he looked down at his brother in disbelief, “You gonna let him be all up on our baby sister like that?”

EZ chuckled, “She doesn’t seem too upset about it. They’re both adults, you know.”

Angel collapsed back down into his seat, “Fuckin’ unbelievable. He didn’t say shit to us.”

“Neither did she,” EZ chimed in, “and why do you think that is?” he gave his brother a pointed look.

“Don’t look at me like that, little brother. You told Mari the same as me not to date anybody in the club.”

EZ chuckled, “Yea, when she was seventeen and stupid. You gotta stop treating her like she’s still a teenager, man. She’s gonna deck you one of these days.”

Riz and Mariella were wrapped up in the music, and each other, for a while before they finally left the dance floor and headed for the bar. She was giggling the whole way, Riz keeping his hand lightly pressed against the small of her back as they walked.

She sat down on a stool at the bar, “You and I have very different definitions of ‘one dance’, Michael,” she laughed.

His heart sped up a little every time she called him by his actual name, “Can’t help it,” he rested his hand on her leg, “And I’m not sorry about it, either.”

She laughed and shook her head as she grabbed the beer the bartender handed her, “Didn’t think that you would be.”

Riz reached forward to grab his beer off the surface of the bar, stealing a quick kiss from the young woman in front of him as he did. Mari’s face got hot and she tried her best to bite back the smile that wanted to spread across her face. He was always a little reckless but she adored that about him.

The smile dropped from her face when Angel’s hands came clapping down on Riz’s shoulders. He cleared his throat and Riz’s entire body tensed up for a moment. He shut his eyes for a moment, accepting defeat before he even turned around to face the man behind him. EZ was standing behind his brother, there solely to play referee if needed. He personally wasn’t that upset about the situation, but he knew that trying to talk Angel down was futile.

“What the fuck, Riz?”

“Angel,” Mariella stood up and wedged herself between the two men, placing one hand on Angel’s chest, “don’t be an asshole about this.”

“You ever gonna get around to sayin’ something about this?” he looked back and forth between his sister and Riz.

“Michael wanted to,” Mariella spoke up before Riz could, “but I told him not to. Because for some reason I thought it might not go over well and I didn’t wanna ruin a good thing before it even got started.” EZ tried and failed to stifle a laugh, reveling in the fact that he was right. Mariella gave him a knowing smile before continuing, “I’m not a kid anymore, Angel, and you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”

Despite the fact that he had just over a foot of height on his sister, she still stood and tried to get face-to-face with him as best she could. Her size had never been an issue when she carried herself with all the confidence in the world. She and Angel locked eyes for a few moments before his body finally untensed.

He pulled her into a hug with a sigh, “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me anymore, alright?”

She nodded with a smile, “Don’t be a fuckin’ drama queen anymore, alright?”

He laughed and gave her a quick squeeze before letting her go. He turned his attention to Riz, who was still processing what he had just witnessed between his girlfriend and her brother. Angel stepped in close to him, “One wrong step and you’re dead fuckin’ meat, got it?”

Riz nodded, holding his hands up in mock surrender, “Got it, mano.”

Angel walked away, shaking his head as he strode off. EZ just offered up a laugh as he clapped Riz on the back before following Angel’s trail back outside. Riz and Mariella were left the way they started—just the two of them sitting at the bar.

He looked at her with a smirk, “Could’ve gone worse, hermosa.”

She shook her head and gave him a playful shove, “Told you not to get reckless.”

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, letting it linger this time knowing they didn’t have to hide it anymore. She smiled, placing one hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer to her. He chuckled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

“Do I still get to come over later?”

She nodded, a giggle escaping past her lips, “Yea, I guess so. How can I say no to this face?” she rested one hand on his cheek.

He pressed a kiss into her palm, “Remember that you said that.”

She leaned back, taking a sip of her beer with a smile on her face, “I’m regretting it already.”

[imagining-supernatural]

Choosing Alcohol Over Conversation Does Not make Me An Alcoholic

Chapter 10 of Life Changes (Hopefully For The Better)

Summary: Nat tries to stick her nose into the kinky fuckery Bucky and I get up to and I choose, yet again, to drink instead of own up to my feelings

Warnings: Nosy Nat and my Definitely-Not-Alcoholic Tendencies

Word Count: 942

A/N: sorry I’ve been MIA lately. I’ve been in a bad headspace. Here’s a short chapter to tide y’all over!

The thing people don’t tell you about spit-takes in movies is that someone’s gotta clean up after your little spit of surprise. And the problem with spit-takes in real life is that you’re the one who’s gotta clean up your own spit-take.

Talk about disappointing realism.

“Excuse me, what?” I asked, eyeing the water that was now all over the kitchen table instead of going down my throat.

Nat smirked and tossed me a washcloth. “Just wondering. That metal arm of his has got to have some extra kick to it.”

“I am not telling you about any kinky shit we get into. First, it’s none-ya business. Second, I just know you’ll find some way to use that knowledge against me in the future and I don’t care for that shit at all.”

Unfortunately for Bucky, he chose that moment to walk into the kitchen and Nat continued on with that bit of John Mulaney’s sketch by pointing at him and saying in a child’s voice, “Uncle Bucky has a penis!”

By that point, I had my face in my hands, shaking my head. But I managed to peek out just enough to see Bucky freeze in shock for a moment before processing and catching up. He recovered quickly, if not a little shakily and finishing off the sketch. “Oh, come on!”

Nat grinned. “You watched it!”

“Why did that come up?” He asked, ignoring her and sitting next to me.

“I was asking about kinky shit with that prosthetic of yours.”

“Nat,” I groaned, remembering how uncomfortable Bucky had gotten at the bar last week with Thor’s question about his arm.

“’Sides,” she continued. “John Mulaney is always relevant.”

Of course, Bucky was much more laid back around Nat. He knew she was just nosey and meant absolutely no harm. He knew her. So he relaxed back in his chair and threw the arm in question across the back of my chair. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “What kinda kinks you wanna know about?”

Shit, this was going to end in a world of embarrassment for me. It wasn’t that I was a prude (need I remind you that I started off this story with Bucky still handcuffed to my bed, and just last week we fucked in an alley?) but that didn’t mean I wanted all of my fuckery broadcast to the world. And put a good mood Bucky in the same room with a particularly inquisitive Natasha and that was just spelling a world of blush for me.

“Oh, boy. Where do I even start? Does lube short out the circuitry in your arm or anything? Water. Shower sex. Does that even work?”

But really, what did I have to be embarrassed about? Face still in my hands, I mumbled. “It works fucking great in the shower.” Finally, I managed to tear my hands away and look over at Bucky with a small grin. “And my tub.”

“And in alleys behind bars.”

“Alleys behind bars,” I confirmed, grin growing.

“Barnes!” Natasha exclaimed in accusation.

“What? It was her idea!”

“Y/N!”

“Look at him, Nat! Can you blame me? ‘Sides, he followed me into that alley. Takes two to tango, and all that.”

“Barnes…”

“Look at her, Nat!” He said with the same inflection I had. “Can you blame me?”

Nat looked between the two of us for a solid thirty seconds and Bucky and I let the silence grow, though he let his arm drop from the back of my chair to my shoulders.

“I… How long has this been going on?” Nat asked, motioning between us.

“A few months,” he answered without hesitation.

“And how have I not seen it?”

“There’s a lock on my apartment door.”

Nat shook her head immediately at my reason. “Nope. No. That’s not possible. You guys couldn’t keep this whole thing under wraps that long.”

“Maybe you’re just an idiot,” I shrugged. Or, you know, maybe I just never admitted to any feelings before recently. Maybe living with Bucky for a few weeks made me face what Bucky really meant to me. Maybe if that bet had never happened, I’d still be avoiding emotions and— Shit. “Maybe I’m the idiot.”

“What?”

“What?” I repeated. Sometimes realizations come at the worst time. Hell, most of the time realizations come at the worst times. And realizing that Bucky got over Nat way before I did and probably admitted whatever feelings he had for me way before this week too was… not the best. Nat thought she was the idiot, but I couldn’t even see what was in my own bed.

Why hadn’t I questioned why he’d wanted me to stay with him for a few weeks? Why hadn’t I seen why he called me more often? Why hadn’t I noticed what the limes and using his body to shield me from a crowd really meant?

Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why.

“Why are you an idiot?” Nat asked.

“See, that’s a discussion for another time.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What time would that be?’

“Later.”

“Why not right now?”

If you ever had a sudden realization like that, you probably also know that you just really don’t want to face it right away. Also, having the person you used to be in love with while you talk to the person you’re currently in, uh, intense like with and having a conversation about… uh… intense like is basically the very last thing you’d ever want.

“Because…. Right now is alcohol time!” I swept over to the fridge and grabbed a can of sprite. “You got some of that watermelon vodka recently, right?”

NEXT CHAPTER!!!

[hawkbucks]

Number One With A Bullet

I saw a prompt comment on the WinterIron subreddit, and I thought I’d try my hand at it. It read:

Tony grows up in an average household, but his brain still lands him at MIT. One unlucky night, his trip to the bank gets interrupted by a robbery. However, the criminals leave as soon as they see Tony’s face. Looking into it, it turns out Tony was put on the No-Harm list by the leader of a global crime syndicate who goes by the Winter Soldier. He is completely flabbergasted when the Winter Soldier looks exactly like his ex-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes.

Tony doesn’t live in a bad neighborhood per se, but he wouldn’t be caught at an ATM in the dead of night with no more as defense than his keys poking through the slits his fingers make when they’re balled up in a fist.

And yet, that’s how he finds himself, standing under a cloth awning with a yellow light doing its best to illuminate him and provide a feeling of safety. He slides his card into the slot and waits for the mechanical voice to tell him to punch in his PIN. Damn the fact that the nearest convenience store is cash-only (seriously, they might as well be an inconvenience store with that policy in his very humble opinion), and damn the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s going to need at least 2 extra cans of Red Bull to get through his courseload tonight. He squeezes his keys harder, his keyring starting to dig almost painfully into his palm. Maybe leaving New York was a bad idea. Maybe he should’ve just went to NYU; at least then he’d be surrounded by familiarity.

The ATM asks for his PIN.

As his thumb hovers over the keypad, something sharp presses into the base of his spine. He freezes, breath catching in his throat, and hopes to god that he’s just imagining things.

“We just need you to withdraw a li’l something for us, alright?” a raspy voice sounds from over his right shoulder. It’s muffled slightly, probably due to a ski mask or a pulled-up scarf covering a mouth. “We don’t want this to get ugly.”

Yeah. So much for imagining things. He has his makeshift claws, sure, but he never thought that he’d actually have to use them, and the usage of ‘we’ isn’t exactly instilling any sort of confidence in him, especially when the presence of another person is confirmed by a low hum in agreement.

‘Course, it’s either stand here and let these guys bleed him for all the money he has in his account, or act out—and possibly get stabbed to death—in hopes of scaring them away once they see he isn’t going to be that easy of a target. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t mind doing a little tango with death if that means he isn’t going to be evicted from his apartment and end up living out on the streets. It’s not like he has that much to lose anyway (unless you count his piles of rising student debt and well-worn clothes as something).  

“You know what to do, right?” the voice continues. “Just give us some money, and we’ll be right outta your hair.” The sharpness grows insistently, and he knows it’s only a matter of time until it breaks through his clothes and sinks into him.

“Just money?” he asks, swallowing down any residual fear.

“Just money.”

He blinks and nods twice. Now or never, Stark. Now or never.

He wildly turns around and punches out with his “claws,” satisfaction settling in his chest when he hears a grunt of pain. The knife clatters to the ground, and he watches as they reel back, holding the side of their face.  

He sets his shoulders, adrenaline coursing through his veins as his breathing becomes heavy. He glares at the other, daring them to come forward.

Except that the other doesn’t come forward. No, their eyes are wide through the holes in their mask, and their knife is hanging loosely at their side. “Oh, fuck,” they start, their voice higher-pitched and more nasally. They look at recently-punched-guy out of the corner of their eye before looking back at him. “Uh, shit. Dude, it’s him. Norman, fuck, it’s him.”

Tony furrows his brows together. “It’s him”? What the hell does that mean? Last he checked, he wasn’t anyone that would get people caught up while attempting to rob him, unless he somehow turned into a celebrity overnight.

“Aw, man,” recently-punched-guy—or Norman, as he’s recently learned—moans, looking at Tony, knees buckling from underneath them. “The Soldier’s gonna have our heads.”

The Soldier? The closest person he knows to a Soldier is Rhodey, and he’s pretty sure Rhodey isn’t the kind of guy who would go around threatening to have people’s heads if they screw with him. Or maybe he is, but he’s definitely not the kind of guy who would make good on that promise if the way his would-be robbers are looking like they’re staring their death sentence in the face is any indication. (Speaking of which, probably not the smartest move to have given Tony one of their names.)

“We didn’t know it was you, man, we swear!” Not-Norman pleads, sounding on the verge of hysterics. “Dude, you gotta tell the big man that we didn’t know!”

He stays silent, racking his head and trying to figure out who this Soldier could be and why it seems like they want to protect him so much. Rhodey’s out, obviously. Pepper may be the next most likely candidate, but there’s also the fact that she has better taste than to call herself the Soldier. It can’t be Peter, that kid he tutors, since Peter is 12, and it’s not Peter’s Aunt May because he’s pretty sure she wouldn’t hurt a fly even if it was buzzing all over her lasagna.

Norman and Not-Norman, however, take his silence to mean that he is, in fact, considering not telling the “big man” that they didn’t know. “Listen, if we knew it was you, we wouldn’t even have approached you!” Norman says. “Just tell him that, yeah? ‘Cause we have to go. You—fuck—you hit hard!”

“I’ll tell him,” he says. If he could ever find out who “he” was.

“Okay, okay. We good?” Not-Norman’s already backing away.

Tony nods.

Norman, still holding his face, turns tail and runs. “You can keep the knife!” he shouts out, Not-Norman lagging just a few strides behind him.

Tony looks down at the knife, considering.

See, someone calling themselves the Soldier sets off alarms in Tony’s head. Unless they’re some 14-year-old on an MMORPG, they’re probably involved in some shady, shady business, and it’s not like he can just Google who they are. Fortunately, Tony knows someone who deals in shady businesses (mostly because they’ve been friends since elementary school and, while they went down incredibly different paths, she’s always looked out for him). He sprawls himself out on his couch and dials a familiar number.

“Who the hell’s the Soldier?” he asks once he hears her pick up.

“Wow. Not even a hello,” Natasha quips dryly. Rustles of cloth and faint shouting can be heard in the background.

He decides not to ask. It’s probably for the better. “Hello.” He pauses for what he assumes is an appropriate amount of time. “Who’s the Soldier?”

“What makes you think that I’d know?” Natasha says in a tone of voice that makes it painfully clear that she does, in fact, know.

“C’mon, ‘Tasha. I’m curious.”

Natasha hums in acknowledgement. “Answer one of my questions first.”

Oh, great. Intelligence for intelligence, as she says. “I—sure, okay.”

“You’ve never asked me about them before, which leads me to believe that you’ve never even heard of them until now. Who told you about them?”

He stares at his ceiling. “Uh, Rhodey? You know how he works for the military and all? He—”

“The truth, Tony,” she sighs exasperatedly, cutting through his lie like a knife through butter. So much for that.

He mumbles, “I was in the middle of… getting robbed—”

“Getting robbed?” Natasha’s voice is razor sharp, concern seeping through.

“It’s not—that isn’t important.” He waves a dismissive hand although he knows she can’t see. “I wasn’t hurt, which is exactly why I’m curious, because those guys stopped once they saw me and then they started acting like this Soldier was gonna kill them.”  

“Who was trying to rob you?”

He could rat out Norman and Not-Norman, but he thinks that not even they deserve whatever kind of hell Natasha would rain upon them. “Not important.”

“It’s important to me.”

“Not to the story overall. ‘Tasha, please, I don’t want to talk about this any more than I have to.”

“…Fine,” Natasha acquiesces in her own way of apologizing. “I know him. Not personally, but I know him. Give me an hour and I’ll send you his address.”

“You can’t just tell it to me now?”

“I’m working, Tony.” With that, she hangs up.

He wonders if it’s revenge for him not telling her about Norman and Not-Norman. Knowing her, it is.

His base is near Boston, Natasha’s text reads, his text tone startling him awake. You’re lucky. Tell me how it goes.

If he’s being honest, he didn’t expect the base of someone with enough power to make a couple of simple-Joe-robbers nearly piss their pants at the thought of them to look so… plain. Bricks stained a dark red from the passage of time and accumulation of grime, black-tinted windows denying any nosey onlookers the pleasure of being able to look in, and a rather nondescript sign proclaiming the building to be under the ownership of a company calling themselves HC Inc.

He takes a deep breath and enters.

There’s a receptionist there, maybe a year or two younger than himself. Blonde. Her eyes widen when she sees him, but she quickly clears her throat and goes back to typing on her computer.

“Hi!” he greets once he’s up at the counter. He flashes her what he hopes is a friendly smile, because something about her tells him that she won’t hesitate to put him through the floor if she thinks he’s suspicious in any way, shape, or form. “I’m looking for, er…”

She smiles back up at him, eyes glinting. “The boss, right? Don’t worry, I’ll phone him.”

He nods politely before backing up and walking a few steps away, just far enough that he can still hear her without looking obvious (or at least he hopes he isn’t looking obvious).

“There’s someone here to see you, boss man,” he hears. “No, it isn’t her. It’s—” she glances at him— “it’s Stark.” A pause. “I’m sure. He looks like the picture.” Another pause. “Yes, of course.” She places her hand over the mouthpiece and beckons him over. “Can I see ID?”

He fumbles with his wallet as he fishes it out. He flashes his MIT ID, hoping that’s enough.

And enough it seems to be. She nods towards a hallway off to the left. “There are elevators down there. The boss is on floor 30.” She uncovers the mouthpiece as he walks away. “I’m sending him up right now.”

The room the elevator opens up to is far more extravagant than he would’ve expected looking at the outside of the building. A heavy-looking mahogany table sits in the middle, magazines splattered all over the surface, while a pair of thick maroon curtains help block out anything the tinted windows can’t. A chandelier illuminates the room in a soft yellow light unlike the harsh flickering from the ATM before.

Either he’s about to be served the finest glass of red wine he’s ever had, or he’s about to be executed while Chopin bombards his eardrums. It could be both. Not that he’d mind.

He takes a few careful steps, looking around the room. “Uh, hello?” he calls out, trailing his fingers on the table. After a couple of seconds of no response, he picks up a magazine and flicks through it. He can play the waiting game.

“Tony?”

He yelps, turning around to smack whoever that voice belongs to with the magazine, but is stopped when a large hand wraps around his wrist. “Wh—” he starts, then everything he’s about to say dies in his throat. No way, right? There’s no way?

It’s been a few years since they’ve seen each other, since they broke up because he wanted so desperately to go to MIT, to leave their state, but he’s pretty sure that he’d recognize the other anywhere and in any life.

“James?” he squeaks. James is taller now, broader and more muscular with a fair amount of scruff on his chin and hair that reaches his shoulders, but his eyes have always stayed the same: this cool blue that brings him back to the ocean. “You’re the Soldier?”

“Winter Soldier, technically,” James says, releasing his wrist. “Sorry, I—I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Winter Soldier?” Tony narrows his eyes and rubs at his wrist. He doesn’t doubt that James didn’t mean to harm him, but his grip is strong. “Like… like from when we used to play Runescape?”

James cringes, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I couldn’t think of anything else. What are you here for anyway? I never thought that you’d… that you’d find out.”

“I—” Tony throws the magazine back on the table— “was approached by a couple of lovely guys, and they mentioned you. Said something about how you’d have their heads for even coming near me.” He crosses his arms. “I’d like an explanation, please.”

James rubs the back of his neck. “There’s a list that I have of people that, uh, that shouldn’t be hurt. You’re on it. So are a couple other people, but… yeah, you’re on it. You’re number 1, actually.”

“Number 1?” Tony isn’t sure if he should be flattered or afraid. Flattered because, well, it shows that James still cares for him, still thinks of him, and he’d be lying if he said that didn’t send his heart aflutter. Afraid because there’s bound to people out there that aren’t scared of the Winter Soldier’s wrath, and the fact that James just offered his name and face up on a silver platter… he’d just have to hope, as with most things.

“Yeah. You’ve always been my number 1.”

No. Tony can’t have that. His head is already spinning what with all of this information that he’s under the protection of some mob boss (although Tony strongly suspects that James is the head of more than just a mob) and that mob boss is his high school boyfriend that he thought he left in New York. He can’t have old feelings resurfacing. He can’t think about the nights where he stared at James’ contact information in his phone, never quite building up the courage to call or text. “We haven’t talked in years, James.”

“Doesn’t mean you’ve grown any less important to me.”

Tony exhales. He can’t really come up with something to say against that. Or at least he can’t come up with something to say that wouldn’t make him feel like a monster (which is funny, because James has probably dealt with much worse people than an old flame with a lashing tongue). “What is that supposed to mean?”

James shrugs loosely. “Whatever you want it to mean.”

Oh, no. Oh, no, Tony, don’t, his mind says. James has changed. He isn’t the same boy that used to quote Star Wars with you all day. He’s dangerous, more than likely. “And if I want it to mean something along the lines of us trying again? As friends, and maybe… maybe we can see where it goes.”

James smiles sanguinely. “I can accept that definition.”

[askwaterwitch-perbear]

Monsoon Isle HCS: villager edition

Barbra 

Her sweet demeanor should not surprise anyone she’s a sweetie 

She used to be much more savage over the years, but she’s mellowing out with old age

She worries everyone who cares about her old sheep bones because she sleeps on a towel 

Is the island representative's absolute favorite because she has a soft for the grandma like behaviors. (I don’t care if she’s not old. She might not be I’ll always think of her old) 

She acts like a grandma figure to so many of the younger residents

She always has candy on her especially in her purse

She wishes to live the high life because her house is literally her own spa

She still has some sass and foxy for her age her current friends right now is Audie, Rolf, and Muffy, though two of them won’t be around for much longer

Favorite music is the tango 

Flora

Wants stardom!!!

She has the fabulous oh! everything is so fabulous girlfriend!! 

She doesn’t know how to not be quiet!

She is fast friends with June, Rolf, and newcomer Marina. 

She wants to be Lapis’s best friend and knock June and Bob out of the picture

Wants to know everything about everyone so nosey! 

Hates that Bob is so lazy and “influencing” her forever bestie to hang out with him 

All the cats are sleazy to her and she doesn’t like them very much. They have some nerve showing up and kicking her friends Flip and Phobe out! 

Curious about Pearl and wants to be friends but thinks herself below her status

Steven is always sweet to her she might do well to have him for a friend instead. 

Bratty attitude and her home full of squid and butterflies!  

June

Super soft-spoken and polite teenage cub 

She wants Lapis to be her mentor or become like her big sister. 

Is semi jealous of Kyanite, because of how close Lapis is with her actual sister, but still likes her. No bad blood.  

She loves the sea and the tropical getaway package and was lucky to meet so many nice animals

She likes to receive fish as pets especially tropical fish. 

She thinks Flora can be too pushy with no disrespect because she hit it off better with Lapis by being cautious and not so invasive

Wants to know about Peridot! She showed up to her birthday party and gave her a present so she would like to be her friend! 

She’s scared to approach Pearl and if she talks to Aquamarine she will get bullied. 

Lapis will protect her like she would protect Ky and Bob too

Bob and Punchy act like strong big brothers to June and she’s uber close to Punchy (Hey! How about that? Steven and Lapis’s Favs are friends)  

She makes a point to talk to Rolf and Barbra when they are out and about, good grandpa and granny figures. 

Rolf

An old friend very loyal companion especially for Kristin he does call her kiddo every single time he sees her

This island is getting a little too wiper snapper young boys for his liking but he stays because Barbra is there and Kristin who gave him a home when he needed it they became a family unit and good friends

Rolf wants to teach the funny boy some respect going around blastin’ his horns and throwing cream pies at people what RUBBISH! 

These kiddos don’t know how to make the true honest living! 

Has a lawnmower but rarely uses it he’s just going to sit outside and complain 

Spends a lot of time in the mountains enjoys to fish but is miffed when he can’t catch any

Close to death and he knows that leaving an impact! 

He doesn’t like Lapis’s attitude because she teases him a lot about his gruff deep voice because it sounds like he’s choking on his words smoking six-packs of zigs a day! 

He would like to be an uncle figure everyone can look up to but he’s not popular enough 

appreciates Steven’s good nature thinks the boy can do no wrong

Bob and Punchy throw fish around his yard 

Bob

The newcomer has approached! 

Bob will always be best friend with his god-tier friend Punchy 

Bob is a little older and looks out for Punchy they’ve already hit it off like brothers

How does he sleep on a block bed? 

Is the most easy-going guy just don’t hurt his friends. 

Bob closest friends are Punchy and June

He likes to pretend he’s got an ouchie to con some candy off of Barbra

Insanely easy going just don’t touch his sandwich

He can tell he’s hit it off really well with Lapis and will cherish her as a best friend since they are eerily similar in enjoying the simple pleasures of life

Will always have mad respect for Flip to go out into the world and find a new place because Bob can see he got some good property with a beach and a Pool! 

Loves to meme

Pisses Flora off on purpose

Is excited for the playground and the campgrounds

Is there when someone needs him even if he’s sarcastic

Punchy

Convinced to move to Monsoon island because of Steven now that is incredible because most cats hate water! 

Loves to nap in the sunshine on Lapis’ beach and Pearl’s private beaches

Precious. Must protect!  

Will touch all of the gizmos and gadgets and camping gear Peri has just to be sneaky and attempt to be friends

becomes spikey scared boy when Aquamarine is around 

He enjoys Kyanite thinks she’s very sweet 

He wants to be friends with Pietro he’s SO FUNNY! But Spinel growls at him 

Will protect June with his snacks and risking his tail for her

Everyone is a good friend even if Rolf doesn’t like his laid back personality

Flora is a little too judgy for him and it hurts his feelings

Goes for long walks on the beach with Steven and Lapis and sometimes June, Bob, and Biskit 

Cutie Pie

Respect! 

Biskit

A very good girl yes I said girl (fight me) 

Peridot’s favorite VillagerTM (Strong personified Pumpkin vibes)  

She doesn’t mind being Peridot’s best friend since the mad scientist smart city human gives her presents and treats her very sweetly

She has a dog house in her backyard because sometimes she’ll lay in it and watch the clouds up above

She is friends with practically everyone except for Muffy, Bluebear, and Flora since they are very judging of her stimmy dog behaviors.

LOVES PERIDOT AND LAPIS!!! Even if they are judged.  

She will growl at intruders if they don’t smell right. 

A good younger sister and teacher’s pet character

Has picnics with June and Flora begrudgingly when she can

Chases anything that moves including her tail   

Enjoys STEVEN, PEARL, AQUA, SPINEL, AND MUCH LOVE FOR LEADER KRISTIN!

Pietro

He somehow got to be the ONLY villager that isn’t beat up by Spinel 

Even stranger he respects and genuinely cares for Spinel like the other two strange weirdos who love Spinel and teach her right things. 

Us clown acts gotta stick together 

Marina tries to get him to consider taking amusement jobs that pay better but he won’t do it

Wants to be besties with Julien, but Spinel doesn’t think he would make the travel with how he got plane sick on the way to her island

Pranks everyone and thinks he’s the hottest stuff in the world

WHERE IS HIS BED? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW! 

He is misunderstood and Bob and Punchy know that so they make an effort to dry his tears

We’re not sure if he’s an adult or not??? 

Not doing so good with Rolf the dude has to loosen up a bit

Walks around spraying people with flowers and Joins Spinel in net fights and slapping villagers with fish learns from Her

“THAT’s a big sister figure you don’t need to be influenced by,” says Steven to him time and time again

Blasts loud Boom Boom ain’t it great to be crazy?!  

Very Sad that Weasel is afraid of him wants to be their buddy. 

Marina

The mom friendTM 

She can tell everyone is goofing around and not working hard so when it happens she tells them they can’t have snacks until they get it done

She adores that Pearl H. is so welcoming to her and will jump in at the chance to live on the island with her and teach her some responsibility

She’s a little uptight, but she’s older than almost everyone except Flora, Barb, and Rolf so it falls on her to make sure things don’t go south.

She adores the Island Rep K. May not be the smartest, but her heart is bigger than anyone’s

June, Bob, Punchy, Bluebear, Flora, Pietro? Protective as hell

Would LOOOVE to visit Cheeri and tell her how everything is

She thinks that the “farm couple” (Peri and Lapis) are little scamps

She loves sunsets, water fights, sweets, togetherness

FAMILY ORIENTED

Bluebear

INSTIGATOR!!!

Young, bratty, little shit

Stirs up drama at any chance she gets 

Still teases Pearl by flirting with her partner even though they are MARRIED

Is tired of Muffy and  Audie can she leave already so she can take over!

Girl Power!

Has a good heart but still very judgy of others

BFF is Aquamarine, Flora, and occasionally Pearl 

Wishes she could get into Julliens friend circle on Typhoon Island, but he has a bestie already but she can easily be replaced teehee.

Misses Rosie a lot and can tell Aqua does too, but they bond over tea and discussing who they think is a screw-up

They laugh at how Flora thinks she’s famous, but since they also wanna be they kinda relate,

She will be nice to June and Biskit but she’s still on the fence about being seen too much with them. Deep down she does care though

She will stir up drama Real fuckin’ fast

WHERE’S MY TICKET ALREADY?!

I”M A LITTLE ANGEL!!!!

I WANT MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stays away from Bob and Punchy and Pietro they’re boys ewwie

believes Bob has cooties and will avoid him but he will scoop her up and throw her into the pool!

Not at the biggest fan of any of the human residents 

Omg Freak Biskit! 

Gonna own this island she believes

Sunbathes frequently 

Bubble Gum K. is her favorite song. 

[gracrps]

@cminous based on ‘the crazies’ plot

          It was needless to say, but Ace hadn’t always been the most sociable. Albeit, no one was exactly excited to talk to the guy, but they always said it took two to tango, despite the guy’s reluctance to dance. Nevertheless, Ace’s introverted nature didn’t stop him from growing an ounce amount of care for his nosey neighbour, Julie--- who he’s surprised to even care about at all. At first, she introduced herself as a headache, similar to that of his own sister and cousin. They were all so nosey and chaotic, as though she was yet, another, person he’d have to look over. He hardly knew anything about her, but as time went by, she had become incredibly more tolerable than those of his own blood. A few times he’d make them lunch ---or she’d stop by at the right time enough for him to know when to make two sandwiches instead of one--- and they grew to be something like friends than just neighbours.  

So, as he’s standing in his kitchen, arms crossed and staring at the two plates of a chicken and veggie medley, the clock’s hourly strike hits, reminding him that she was fifteen minutes late. His brows furrow, leaning forward to peak into her kitchen outside of his own window, catching a glimpse of her passing through a doorway. The brunette waits a few more minutes, pacing in his kitchen as he attempts to keep busy until he hears Brooke enter from the hallway. “Still not here?” she quirks a brow, always the one to instigate a completely normal relationship. Ace looks back, clearing his throat as he avoids her gaze. “Just go check on her,” she encourages, sauntering into his view. “You’re concerned, aren’t you?” Ace looks up, the look in his eye admitting that he was. “Go... and I’ll watch the food,” she smiles from ear to ear, waving her hand for him to leave. Sucking on his teeth, Ace heaves another sigh before looking out his window again, grabbing his jacket from the chair before walking out the kitchen. “Don’t tell Victoria where I’m going, alright?” he orders, slipping his phone into his back pocket. He opens the door, not bothering looking back. “And put the other plate in the microwave for Izzy to eat.” Brooke groans a ‘yeah, yeah’ escaping right before the front door completely shuts. 

Heaving another breath, the brunette furrows his brows as he knocks on Julie’s front door, hands clasping behind his back. Why the hell am I so nervous... he clears his throat, averting his gaze towards his home, catching his mother descending from her room from the living room window. The door unlocks, Ace pulling his gaze away and down to meet Julie’s, a soft smirk greeting his features. “You missed our lunch date.”

[winemum-ignis]

How do you think Ignis would react to his friend (who secretly fancies him) having a rare drunk night at camp, going through series of emotions due to efforts to hide her feelings?

I am so sorry anon I know this has been in my inbox for a while but I have found time to sit and type out my thought process in the matter. I was going to plan this out point by point but instead I have decided to just do as my mind thinks about it; I have a bad habit of overthinking everything if I overplan so going to just freestyle it. You get to see the joys of how my brain works 👍

- on one hand I am a firm believer that iggy is always a fan of a drink at camp to unwind whether or not anybody else joins him or not, but company is always welcomed.- on the other hand he is eternally one of the most perceptive human beings in the existence of the universe so he notices any change in pattern or diversion from normal characteristics in the people he is spending time with particularly for a prolonged amount of time.- in short whole he is always happy to pour someone a drink he will want to know why if it isn't something they normally do- but he is used to having to do this sort of thing with Noct whom trying to get information from if he doesn't want to talk is trying to get blood out of a stone so he is well versed in a more subtle interrogation - we all take the piss out of him being the mum!friend but it is literally part of his job and he is damn good at it - once he has also established that this isn't happy drinking and is instead fuck it let's drink to forget (because it's very easy to differentiate between the two lbh) is when he would start the lighthearted conversation because we have to remember he's not prying because he wants to be nosey, he is prying because he wants to make sure everything is okay and if there's something he can fix you damn well know mr 'everything-I-do-in-life-is-for-other-people' scientia (catchy name right there)is going to do his danrnedest to do so.- which in itself is quite infuriating because why would he do this? Why would he be so perfect like could you not- so your sat there around the campfire, you've had a lovely meal and the fire is crackling and you are basking in the glow of the flames and there is this perfect specimen sat with you trying to gently coerce the truth out of you which, in this situation, is clearly making it worse and that makes it even more upsetting so you have another drink when heeey maybe you shouldn't-one more drink won't hurt though right?- *buzzer noise* - wrong - you want to talk to him you really do but you can't say anything because if you let your true feelings out there is the chance it will ruin everything and awkwardness and you don't want to be the one to throw a spanner in the works- meanwhile he is sat there talking about something completely irrelevant; maybe it's a clear night and he is talking about the stars and the constellations and as you sit and watch him it's just too much and you end up blurting something out- not the whole thing mind you but just a hint that there is someone, someone special that gives you the butterflies, that can make you smile no matter what and whose mere presence alone lifts your spirits- but from the tone of your words he can already tell your reluctancy to tell such person about it - and then he does that terrible thing where he knows there is this want to keep such a thing a secret and not break the news but as he points out to you, if they make you this happy, what's to say they don't have the same feelings in return? It takes two too tango and you will never know unless you put yourself out there, even if that's the scariest part of it all- and when in doubt there's always wine to help you through it- as he raises his own glass and takes a sip-because a touch of light humour to break the moody mood.- and then what do you do? You can't just blurt it out then, but you know you can't keep it a secret foreve- so you have another drink and you enjoy your moment around the campfire- except this time your actually paying attention as he points out the stars with that almost invisible smile on his face

I hope you enjoy and I apologise if you can begin to notice whrrr I got progressively more drunk mysel 😂 There is a chance I will read through this sober and change half of it 

I also apologise for the severe lack of editing but I am stuck on mobile for a while 

[loverecoveryexpert]

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Dating After Divorce? Beware of Romance Scams!

Dear Fearless Love, Recently, I ended a relationship with a man I met online. We met a year ago as I was ending a 33-year marriage with a lengthy divorce. This new man and I seemed to like a lot of the same things and he was very sympathetic to what I was going through. I wasn’t open to the relationship because I am in my 50’s and he’s 20 years younger, but he said destiny had brought us together. Things moved quickly, yet he wouldn’t introduce me to his friends or family. He moved in with me and enjoyed giving me massages, washing my hair, and reading to me, which, with the stress of divorce, I really appreciated. [caption id="attachment_1770" align="alignright" width="300"] Coaching and Counseling in Delray Beach with Jianny Adamo of Fearless Love[/caption] I paid for his child’s school, a new truck when his broke down, all of our vacations and every meal we ate. He always had an excuse or some bad luck story about why he couldn’t pay for things even though he lived with me rent-free.  My friends became suspicious. We ran a background check, and found out he had done this before with other women! I am so lost. I thought he loved me and that we were happy. It’s hard to accept he’s a heartless criminal. I feel so used. Help! ~Amanda   Dear Amanda, The good news?  You now know who you’re dealing with – a scam artist. The bad news?  You, like anyone entering the dating scene after 10 or more years of marriage, became an easy target for a player, manipulator and scammer. Divorce shakes the foundation of your life. Feelings of loneliness, a lack of love, and a need for validation make you virtually a helpless prey that con artists smell from miles away. As sad as this reality is, romance scams are on the rise. In 2016, almost 15,000 Internet romance scams were reported exceeding $230 million in losses - the highest amount of financial losses to victims when compared to other online crimes (1). By the time a woman gets to her mid-thirties and older, she’s probably accumulated assets like a car, a house, savings and perhaps good credit. She may have a good job, spousal support, or a pension coming to her. Con artists know exactly how to target a woman’s assets, both financial AND emotional. When he turns on the charm, you may feel this is your second chance at love and happiness.  It’s only natural to WANT to feel his (seeming) love, adoration, affection, and attention.   Here’s what to do NEXT TIME to avoid falling prey again:

Ask the men you date lots of questions (Don’t worry about being perceived as nosey. You’re actually being choosey in the right way by educating yourself!)

Beware if they are evasive, change the subject, or their answers don’t match what’s stated on their online profile

Don’t disclose too much personal information about yourself too soon

Don’t give them your address or money!

Your goal is to figure out if YOU feel emotionally safe and comfortable with him to progress to a phone call and then to a date

You are not looking for a pen pal as scammers will keep track of your communication (as well as ALL the other women they're targeting)  to keep you hooked in their game of exploitation

Try to set up a face to face meeting (video call if he’s long-distance) within the first two weeks

Do not waste your time with someone who isn’t willing to give you his last name

Beware of excuses and cancellations AND wanting to move communication to another site i.e. WhatsApp, etc.

Don’t be fooled by FAKE Facebook profiles

Do a background check. Start with Googling his full name and his business and looking him up on LinkedIn before you meet (He's doing the same research on you to make sure he builds rapport quickly!)

Beware if nothing comes up in your initial internet search or if there are inconsistencies— he may be operating under an alias

If everything checks out, select a public place for your date where you feel comfortable

Always provide his contact info and where you'll be on the date to a trusted friend

Your safety comes first - always!

Always trust your gut! If something feels off, it probably is so, trust your intuition

After the divorce or death of a spouse, your hopes and dreams for the future change dramatically, leaving you wandering without a clear direction for a while. Take time to build an amazing relationship with yourself first! Explore passion projects you’re now free to pursue - create the non-profit you’ve always wanted to, write your memoir or go on a cruise around the world taking pictures of exotic flowers and then blog about it! Yes, date, but go slowly and ease into relationships carefully. The best love you’ll receive at this time is the love you give yourself, fearlessly! You are worthy of a man’s respect, love and protection. It’s my goal to empower and educate so you have the tools needed to avoid people who are incapable of expressing love as well as to support your healing journey when love and the loveless collide. You’re wired to give and receive fearless love! Just beware of these red flags within your new relationships. From Love Trauma To Fearless Love: 7 Tango Steps for Breaking Free From Narcissists and Predators   Download the Free Excerpt: Lovetrauma.com. References:

https://www.fbi.gov/news/stories/romance-scams

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[whatamipan]

Things from Grian’s LL Episode (7) (Out of Order, Round 2) (First go deleted itself-)

-QUAD KILL, HELL YEAH

-Red Alliance, “One of Us”, a repeating theme in this series

-Bdubs self sacrifice for Jimmy, awww

-That ladder killed the Bad Boys like 4-5 times

-Scott self sacrificed for Jimmy, awww

-Jimmy was trying to make it so Grian could win, awww, told G to just stack time <333

-ANOTHER MINECART KILL!!! RIP that Tango

-“If you stood on Uranus, would you fall through?” -Grian, his episode at 9:45

-I’m not sure how those boys are still okay with going up the ladder.

-JOEL KILLED THE FAMILY, WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOUR COUSINS/AUNT?!?!

-Jimmy saying “You two are the real ‘Bad Boys’”-

-Jimmy fell with that minecart, RIP, there goes the hour total he was given.

-He’s, once again, first dead.

-At least they’re giving Jimmy a proper grave, right with Judge Judy and Executionor.

-Joel took Jim’s diamond mourning-gift from Grian!

-BigB being convinced to be “Bad Boy on the side-

-Bread is moldy ):

-Scar failed in killing this time…

-Grian admits to be desperate for friends, trying to recruit both Nosy Neighbors

-“No Skizz, your friends are still alive. Mine are dying or dead.” -Grian

-Joel killed BigB, the newest Bad Boy!

-Martin straight up killed him, couldn’t even let Noisy Neighbors/Bad Boys get the kill

-Joel died to Scott, and Grian admits to accepting it already.

-Grian showing the N.N. what actual allies/friends do <333

-Joel, even when on the verge of dying, is trying to help Grian when this <333

-Fell of the bridge, threw a Pearl, and survived, for once!

-Skizz death, sadge

-Grian and Joel killing Scar when he tries to ambush them-

-DOUBLE KILL WITH MINECARTS, G’s going crazy

-Grian’s got more time at less than 40 minutes in than he did at the start.

-Grian trying to self sacrifice for Joel now, instead of Jimmy ):

-Grian almost pulled a “TRAITOR SCAR” again…

-Right after killing G, Scott killed Joel

-Grian, once again, tried to get Joel to kill him but he kept insisting that Grian has to survive this, kinda poetic… Sacrificing once’s self in order to save another…

-Bye Joel… Bye Jimmy… Nosey Neighbor’s got a new member, and Grian had to have one more funeral…

-Bad Boys stayed til the end, Long Live the Bad Boys!