#133. nap

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 133 }

season's call.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ my beloved season calls me | because i always feel you in me. }

most people would cower in fear at the thought of walking alone in the middle of the night-

yet you could say with confidence that you were not one of those people.

despite being a young woman living in the midst of the big city like seoul, you found a strange safety while walking within the darkness of the night-

a comfort, even.

with your job requiring you to work many hours, it came as no surprise when you came home most days feeling completely drained. the exhaustion seeming to seep within your very bones as your drooping eyes could barely stay open the moment you came back to your apartment.

sometimes, your boyfriend was around, but most times, he would often be working. taking on his duties as the latest s-rank hunter and dominating various gates that appear across the city. but you would never worry too long about him, simply falling back in bed while re-reading his last message that was sent to you until your eyes could barely remain open.

my monarch 👑 [ you just go home and focus on resting. i'll be home soon, i love you. oh, and please, do dream of me. ]

those were the last words you recall reading until your cellphone slipped from your fingertips, ready to land against the hardwood floorings of your shared bedroom had it not been for a certain shadow gently catching it before placing the device on your nightstand.

it wasn't until several hours later that you finally woke up from your nap, which was what lead you to your current predicament.

being well past midnight, you felt groggy from your nap and became aware of the lack of sustenance felt within your system. after freshening up within your bathroom, you allow your eyes to stare blearily at your reflection. your hand touches at your cheeks, noticing the dark circles as you sigh and began to wash your face once more.

"my queen... are you alright?"

as you dry your face with the plush towel, you trail your eyes down towards your shadow, seeing several, glowing purple eyes looking back at you. normally, such a frightening sight would be enough to cause someone to feel an immense fear-

but not to you.

"i'm fine. since there's not much to eat here, i plan to buy something to eat for me and jinwoo at the convenience store. do you mind accompanying me?"

"of course, my queen. our king will be delighted with your decision."

with a smile painting your lips, you nod before grabbing your phone and bag, extracting your keys as you decided to explore the city and buy a late dinner for you and jinwoo to enjoy later on once he comes home. the city was bustling with activity, and you allow the sensation of the wind to course through you, humming a favorite tune as you walked with confidence across the sidewalks.

as you enjoy the sights of the city, you felt danger quickly approaching you. goosebumps were felt erupting all across the expanse of your arm as a low whistle was heard trailing from close behind you. you stiffen momentarily, but ultimately decide to stop walking.

you allow your eyes to follow the voice, seeing a man sneering at you as he came out from a random alleyway. your heart was felt racing slightly, summoning your flight or fight response-

yet your fear was short lived when several, tiny whispers were heard coming from your shadow.

"hey hey hey, what's the rush babygirl? you're lookin' a little lost."

the faint scent of alcohol was evident when you felt the man's calloused hands grabbing on to you. you had to fight back the repulsion that threatens to course through you, mustering the coldest look you could manage when you stiffly tell the drunkard, "i'm taken. my boyfriend will be livid if he sees you forcing yourself onto me."

he gives you a smirk now, his piercings glinting from beneath the moonlight while his hold on you seemed to tighten when he tells you.

"aw, don't be like that, babe. heheh, i bet you're just stiff because you need a good fuckin' to help with loosening you up, that's all."

he was about to get closer to you when he saw the wisps of shadows surrounding you. you close your eyes, already basking in amusement when you saw the panicked look within the bastard's eyes.

"w-what the hell? you a fucking hunter?"

no, but my boyfriend is one.

you keep your thoughts to yourself, allowing the cold shadows to surround you as you briefly wondered what shadow soldier would appear, ready to defend you with their life.

would it be igris? or beru?

"you." within mere seconds, you found your answer, gasping when jinwoo himself appears in front of you.

your knees were weak, feeling your heart began to pound when you were met with jinwoo's broad back. he keeps a powerful hand behind you, using his body as a shield between you and the poor bastard who dared to hit on you.

"a-a-ah..."

you hear the shakiness in his voice when jinwoo grabs a hold of his shirt, slamming the bastard against the harsh, brick wall of the alleyway with a click of his tongue. the bastard never stood a chance, losing his consciousness immediately as he slumps against the concrete.

jinwoo was breathing heavily when he finally faces you, eyes still glowing a bright purple when his shaky hands gently frame at your face.

"are you alright, sarang?" his voice was shaky, still assessing your features for any trace of fear or discomfort. "i'm sorry if i was a little late, but... when i saw that bastard coming on to you-"

he trembles, letting out a shaky sigh when you felt his hands clutching at your shoulders in a tighter manner. "i nearly lost myself to my rage, ready to rip that bastard into shreds if i had to."

finally snapping out of your reveries, you sigh and wrap your arms around jinwoo's neck, your embrace and the way your warmth seemed to surround him being enough to calm him down.

"i'm alright, jinwoo... i'm just so happy to see you again."

you laugh before pressing gentle kisses against his jawline, slowly calming down your beloved boyfriend as he basks in your presence. he lets out a sigh of your name before wrapping his arms around your back, resting his head against your shoulder while gently holding you in his arms.

"did you just finish your raid?"

you look at him with amusement in your eyes when he gives you a gentle nod against your shoulder.

"yeah, i'm done."

"then, let's get some dinner together, shall we?"

you feel jinwoo place a lingering kiss against your shoulders before moving away from you, the rage in his eyes finally dying down into a gentle simmer as you could see the clarity of his grey eyes once more.

"yes, let's go." he nods, with the two of you completely forgetting about the man who was foolish enough to hit on you, leaving his unconscious body near the alleyway he had came from.

and as you continue to explore the city while in the arms of your beloved shadow monarch, you knew that he was the sole reason you had no reason to fear the night-

for sung jinwoo would always be right by your side when danger struck, ready to protect you with all that he had.

a.n. - hhhhhh the jinwoo brainrot is real... please save me jinwoo, my daydreams for you can't seem to stop 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[misfauxpas]

Slugcat of the Day #133

they deserve a nice nap in a warm sun beam

[verysmallcyborg]

gwuhhurgbhwghghhgh. the battleforged title grind is real (it was at 133 onsal wins from about a month ago, so yippee for decent progress! but ough)

fornax is ok they're just. y'know. having a nap for onsal later, as a treat

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 201. brb x oc

a/n: we should all have friends like the Daggers tbh(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: n o n e

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He sighs loudly as soon as he steps in the house, his back was killing him and his arms felt like rocks. He groans, pressing his palms on his lower back hard enough to hear it crack, easing out a relieved sigh once it happens. Nicole looks over his shoulder, right where his hand was then back at him, “Ouchie!”

“Yeah,you can say that again,Nikki,” he laughs, tossing the keys to the side once he kicks the door closed. He stands there, holding Nicole as the dogs slowly make their way over. Eleanor huffs quietly around him, sniffing his shoes, while Jack decides it’d be a great time to lie in front of his feet and Jolene is sitting, patiently, in front of him as if questioning where Beatrice was.

“Bea needs to stay at the hospital for a little bit.” he tells the dogs, stepping over Jack and placing his sunglasses aside, “And she’s currently with her parents, and I’m here to-” a yawn distorts his voice and he rubs his eyes with his fingertips, “Take a nap.”

He is tired, but he had to take care of Nikki first,not that Rafael and Claudia didn’t take care of their granddaughter, because they did. Every time Nicole was with his in-laws she just had the best time and now that Rafael has recovered from his heart issues, nothing was stopping him from being as playful as before.

Nicole bounces a bit on his arm, then tries to climb his shoulder to look at the door, ‘Nikki,” he tries, holding her still on him as he climbs up the stairs, “Nikki,Nicole Robin- noo.” he holds her more firmly when she tries to drag herself down using his shirt as her own personal sliding tool but Rooster prevented her from doing so.

Obviously.

“Aaa! Mama?”

“Mama is at the hospital.”

“Pital?” she repeats, then taps her little arm, “Ouchie?”

Jesus Christ,she is so smart. Was he smart like she was? He pauses, trying to remember if his mother ever mentioned him being like that…well,she did say once that he was already good with sports when he was one year old so…that was good,right? He was still trying to grasp that his daughter was probably a prodigy with how things are, “Mama had your siblings.” he smiles, kissing her forehead, “She’s a bit ouchie but she’ll be fine.”

Nicole blinked up at him, furrowing her little brows before looking back to the door - her pigtails moving when she did that and it was adorable - and then towards him, “No mama?”

“No mama for a little bit, she’ll be okay,baby girl.” he coos, kissing her forehead and then sighing, “Now…dada needs to sleep and so do you, so I’ll keep you in your crib,” he explains as he enters her room, pushing the door open with his elbow, “And I’ll keep an eye on you, once we are both well rested we’ll go see mama again,does that sound good?”

“Buh,” she says to him as he slowly sets her down, her little legs wriggling until she touches the mattress and Rooster kisses her forehead, “Dada.” 

“I’ll be over there,” he points to the master bedroom’s direction, “Don’t worry.” God he needed to sleep, he was seeing two Nicoles. He clears his throat, kissing her again, “Love you,birdie, see you soon.” and he turns around to leave.

Nicole stares at him, little brows scrunching as she stands to her feet on the crib and follows her father with her eyes, “Dada,” she calls again, making Rooster stop and stare back at her. She whines quietly, making grabby hands at him with her lower lip jutted out, ‘Dada!”

“...Nikki.”

More grabby hands, ‘Dada!” and a longer whine.

His heart hurt from hearing her, “Nikki, dada is going to nap-” another whine, “...and you want to stay with me.”

Rooster's heart melts at his daughter's plea, and he can't resist her adorable little whines and grabby hands. He sighs softly, shaking his head, "Okay, okay," he says, giving in to her. "Dada will take you with him for a little while, but then you have to promise to nap too, alright?"

Nicole's face lights up with a smile, and she claps her hands in excitement. "Dada!" she exclaims happily, reaching out for him.

He picks her up with a grin, cradling her in his arms as he walks back to the master bedroom. "You're getting so good at persuading me, birdie," he says, kissing the top of her head. “You are getting your mama’s charms.”

Once in the bedroom, he gently sets her down on the bed, where she sits and looks up at him with a smile. He is so tired he just kicks off his shoes and lies on the bed with one arm wrapping around Nicole, like a gate. “Sleep well,Nikki.” he murmurs, thinking she’d fall asleep any second now.

A foolish mistake.

Because Nicole crawled up to him, pressing her tiny hands on his bicep to support herself…and stayed there. Rooster’s brows furl when he feels soft breathing on top of his eyes, peeking one eye open to see a pair of light green irises staring down at him. While it was adorable, he just looked back at her, letting out a tired laugh, ‘Nikki…come on.” he says, and his daughter taps his face with her small hand, “Okay-ow.” that earns a giggle from her, ‘Okay,Nikki,baby girl,birdie, sweet girl of mine, no.” he holds her hand, kissing the palm, ‘Remember what daddy asked?”

“Woops.”

“Yeah,whoops,I know, remember we are both going to go night night?” his eyes hurt from keeping the eyelids open but Nicole is just grinning at him.

Rooster smiles despite his exhaustion, he rubs his eyes with his fingers again, then sighs through his nose."I promise, Nikki, we can play later," he says, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But right now, it's time for both of us to rest." he blinks at her when she suddenly crawls under the covers, giggling as she becomes a lump under the light colored blankets.

Damn it was cute.

But he had a long night. He chuckles tiredly, adjusting himself on the bed so he could slide his hands under the blankets and tap around until he found her…not that it was hard since he could see Nicole. She squeals, her little legs kicking as she tries to escape,but it’s obvious she can’t.

He brings her out of the covers, holding her in front of his eyes and smiling when she giggles at him, ‘Listen, here, miss menace.” he says, trying to sound stern but failing miserably due to the sheer cuteness of his daughter, "It's time for both of us to rest. No more playing, okay? We need to close our eyes and go to sleep. Can you do that for dada?"

Nicole grins at him, her little fingers reaching up to touch his face. "Dada," she repeats, her voice soft and sweet.

"That's right, dada," he says, brushing a kiss against her hand. "Now, close your eyes and let's take a little nap together. It'll be fun, I promise."

She seems to consider his words for a moment, still kicking her tiny legs and giggling at him, before tapping his nose with her finger, “Night night.”

“Hmhm,yep…please Nikki,” he begs quietly, “Dada is tired. I just need a few minutes, we can do that,right?’ his daughter blinked at him, before looking over her shoulder towards the room only to return to his face. She reaches for his neck and he brings her closer, letting out a relieved sigh when she hugs him,tucking her head under his chin and clenching his shirt.

He slowly lies back down, making sure both of his arms are wrapped around Nicole so she doesn’t roll away from him in her sleep and kisses the top of her head. “Now we sleep,okay?”

“Mkay.”

“Good.”

And amazingly, Nicole did fall asleep on his chest after that. He doesn’t remember much after it since he blacked out completely. One hand was Nicole and the other was his phone,right by the pillow - if someone called he was ready to take the call and go to Beatrice without worries.

But honestly, he was glad he was able to sleep a bit because he needed it. He had no dreams he could remember once he woke up which he was at peace with honestly.

However, his eyebrows furrowed when he heard his phone buzzing next to him. He immediately tapped his pillow until he found it, bringing it to his ear, ‘Hello?”

“Heeey,Rooster. Are you home?”

“....Javy? What are you-” he blinked his eyes open finally, seeing that Nicole was still peacefully asleep on his chest and he lowered his voice, “Yeah,I’m home…why?”

“Oh well…can you open the door?”

“...what?”

“Open the door man! We’re all out here!”

He blinks, then brings the phone screen to his eyes as if to check if he was having some sort of weird sleep deprived hallucination. He shakes his head, then looks at the screen again, “...what?”

“The door man! We’re here!’ followed by loud cheering coming from outside. Nicole’s head lifts from his chest when she hears it and he almost feels bad seeing how confused she was about the noise…maybe more than him. 

Rooster's mind is still foggy from waking up, but he quickly realizes that he's not imagining things. His friends are actually outside, and they seem to be making quite a commotion. He glances at Nicole, gently patting her back to soothe her as he continues to talk on the phone.

"Coyote, why are you all outside my house?" Rooster asks, trying to keep his voice low to avoid waking up Nicole completely.

"We got a surprise for you,man!" Javy exclaims. "Because we are great friends!"

“Uh-huh…what surprise is that?”

“One that gets you out of the house.”

Rooster's brows furrow at that sentence and he’s slowly making his way downstairs. He can finally hear Eleanor’s deep barking from the door and Nicole nuzzles his neck hoping to get more sleep, “I can’t really leave the house with Bea in the hospital.” why was he still talking on the phone when he could see everyone’s frame standing outside, it felt stupid and yet he continued.

“Then let us be your errand boys! Come on man!”

Finally he sets the phone aside, rubs his face to yank some of the sleep that still clung to it and gently moves Eleanor out of the way with his leg, ‘Ellie, back,” the white pup backs away from the door but sits not too far from him. He opens the door a little bit and he blinks confusedly once he sees that, “You are all here.”

Indeed, the whole Dagger Squad, with the exception of Jake, was there.

“Hell yeah Man!” Coyote smiles, then gasps when he sees Nikki, “Nikki!! Hi there princess!” she looks tired and buries her face into Rooster’s neck, “Aw, did we wake you up?”

“Yes.” comes Rooster’s deadpan response, “You did. We were resting a bit but…uh,what do you want to do?’

It was Payback who continued, placing his sunglasses over his forehead, “Well, we heard how you and Bea didn’t finish the twins’ nursery soooo…” he smiles, “We decided we could help you guys.”

“...I’m sorry?”

Phoenix steps closer, touching his shoulder, “Rooster, we are offering to help you build their nursery…we are all on leave and to be honest with you,” she cups the side of her face, giving him a look, “We are all eager to do something.”

Rooster blinks in surprise, his mind still trying to catch up with the fact that his friends are standing outside his house, offering to help build the twins' nursery. He looks back at Nicole, who seems to be half-awake and a little bewildered by the sudden influx of people and noise.

"You guys want to help us complete the nursery?" Rooster asks, still trying to process the situation.

"Yeah, man!" Coyote exclaims, grinning. "We know how important it is for you and Bea, and we want to make sure the twins have a perfect space to come home to."

Rooster is…shocked. He knows that building the nursery would be a significant task, and having their help would make a world of difference. He was planning on doing something while he’s at home, but being alone…wouldn’t make it go faster.

"Are you guys…serious?" 

Fanboy laughs, nodding to his pickup truck that was parked right behind everyone else’s cars, “Yeah man,even brought my truck to help you when we go to the store and such. I don’t know why you are so surprised.”

“Well…it’s a bit…unexpected.” he huffs a laugh, “But not unwelcome…I’d…really like the help, honestly.”

The members of the Dagger Squad all exchange knowing glances, and Payback smirks. "We knew you'd be surprised," he says. "That's why it's the perfect plan."

Rooster shakes his head, chuckling at their antics. "You guys are something else, you know that?" 

"We just want to be here for you, man," Coyote says, putting an arm around Rooster's shoulders. "You and Bea have always been there for us, and now it's our turn to return the favor."

Phoenix nods in agreement. "Exactly. Plus, it's a great opportunity for us to spend time together before we all go back to work."

Rooster smiles gratefully at his friends. "Thank you," he says sincerely. "I don't know how to express how much this means to me and Bea."

"You don't have to," Payback says, clapping him on the back. "We're family, and family takes care of each other."

He smiles more, stepping aside to let them in. They ask what they got and Rooster says…nothing, besides the walls Beatrice painted on. His friends, amazingly, don’t seem fazed by it…in fact they appear almost excited. He widens his eyes when Bob pulls out a notebook from his pocket and starts asking him what is missing from the nursery.

“Uhhh…” Rooster wracks his brain trying to remember, “Let’s see…We have the cribs, but they need to be built and we need mattresses and bedding," Rooster begins, ticking off the items on his fingers. "We also need a dresser for their clothes, and some storage for diapers, wipes, and other baby essentials. Oh, and we'll need a glider or a rocking chair for those late-night feedings."

Bob jots down the list in his notebook, nodding along. "Got it," he says. “Anything else?”

Rooster shrugs, moving Nicole to his other arm, “Nothing that comes to mind,no…I could check some of Bea’s lists but I think it’s uh, well hidden somewhere in her little studio room and I don’t think I’d be able to find it.”

Payback grins. "Ah,it’s fine man..but hey, you joining us,right?”

He wants to because those are his children. “...yes…but I need to let Bea and her parents know,first.” he holds out his phone, ‘Give me a second.” and he walks to the kitchen, he could still hear them talking from the living room as he walks away, bringing the phone to his ear.

Bradley taps his foot on the floor while Nicole finally wakes up,blinking around blearily while rubbing her eyes. He kisses her forehead and then immediately lifts his head once the call is answered, “Gorgeous?”

“While I love that nickname, it feels weird ‘cause you call my sister that.”

“Oh,hi Michael. Is she asleep?”

“Like a rock,man. She’s fine by the way, just had some lunch and is taking her rest. What do you need?”

“I just want to let you know I’ll be out with the guys for a bit,we are uh…going to get some things.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,I just wanted to let you know in case she woke up,I’ll have my phone but–”

“Relax,man…go out a bit. Do…whatever it is you are planning, she’ll be okay.”

Rooster sighs in relief, thanking Michael before ending the call. He looks down at Nicole who was now fully awake and was smiling up at him. “...well,Nikki, time to buy your siblings’ things,yeah?”

[doctorstrangereview]

0092: Marvel Premiere #5

Cover Date: November 1972 On-Sale Date: August 22, 1972

Continuing directly from the previous issue, this installment is a bit of an oddball. Golden and Silver age star Gardner Fox writes this and the next three issues. Mr. Fox is probably most famous for creating the original Golden Age Flash. He also created the Silver Age Barbara Gordon, both the Justice League of America and the Justice Society of America, the Golden Age Doctor Fate, Hawkman, Sandman and, going back to the silver age, Zatanna for Marvel's eternal rival, DC comics. Filling in for this issue only, the art is credited to Irv Wesley. Irv is the pen name for Sam Kweskin, whom I've never heard of and needed to do some research on. Sam's work reaches back to the pre-Marvel Atlas era where he penciled horror stories. He also ran an advertising agency so his work doesn't appear to be as prolific as the industry's more famous members. The story is decent, but doesn't go anyplace the Lovecraft hadn't a half-century earlier. The story does introduce Doc's mystical patrons, the Vishanti as actual beings.

Doc lies chained to an alter surrounded by the mutating population of Starkesboro. Irv appears to mostly depict this change as giving a bunch of the townsfolk big noses. I'll stay away from the obvious, but offensive, ethnic humor. As they shout their Lovecraft inspired gibberish, a reptilian hand parts the curtain behind the alter. This is the hand of Sliggith. Immediately preceding the giant bi-pedal reptile is his priestess, Ebora. She'll be a participant in the next few stories.

We also get our first mention in the arc of Shuma-Gorath, who is the real villain of story. While Ebora is shown as the priestess of Sliggith, she will be revealed Shuma-Gorath's priestess as she sets additional horrors on Doc. Doc gets Ebora to spill the beans on what's going on. Ebora goes on about how Shuma-Gorath ruled everyone, but got tired and needed a long, cosmic nap. Doc then asks why the townsfolk are looking so odd. Ebora responds with a modified version of Zadok's tale from The Shadow over Innsmouth. She is the most recent in a long line of priestesses who were allowed to remain human while her buddies turned all scaly and cold-blooded.

All this exposition was part of Doc's clever plan to get her talking and waste enough time for him to regain some strength and escape. Doc has used this tactic multiple times beginning in Strange Tales #133. He hasn't gained enough mojo yet to fight Sliggith mystically, so he has to resort to more brutal measures.

Go Doc! The two trade fisticuffs. Sliggith has to be told what to cast against Doc by Ebora. It's some type of fungus. Sliggith doesn't appear to be too bright even though he's centuries old at least and ruled over thousands over that time. Doc fights back and manages to wound the mini-Godzilla. Ebora describes this as unimaginable agonies and pleads with the big, bad Shuma-Gorath for help. Maybe Sliggith isn't all that tough.

Doc continues his fight and seems to be landing more blows against the green lizard than lizard-face can on him.

Sliggith actually runs away!

The mutating townsfolk attack Doc as Sliggit retreats. Doc fends them off with an indoor thunderstorm.

Doc works his way through the labyrinth where he gets attacked by bats. He manages to shake them off by setting off the numerous cobwebs on fire. Make sure you dust often, kiddies! Doc felt The Ancient One helping him earlier and he now no longer feels his presence. Doc continues on.

We switch to The Ancient One's pad. He's still dressed in nothing but a diaper and a headband. He ruminates on how aiding Doc forced him to lower his own shields and is now beset by the Unspeakable Shadowmen of Sunken Kaa-U. The Shadowmen carry off The Ancient One to work their wicked wills on his helpless flesh.

We now switch over to Clea who is awakening from an uncanny dream she believes was sent by Umar. Now we're going headlong into a couple of minor continuity problems. Clea is still living in her own place, and runs over to Doc's apartment. As we have known since the beginning of the series, Doc's got a whole McMansion to work with. Next, Clea needs to repair the Orb of Agamotto. This was shattered in Marvel Premiere #3. Here's the problem. That was done in a dream. The Orb should be intact. Clea and Wong hop in the car and speed toward Starkesboro. If Doc has a car, why did he take the bus to Starkesboro last issue?

Back at the labyrinth, Doc and Sliggith are confronting each other again. Sliggith finally gets the upper hand.

Doc call on the Vishanti. This time, they don't just send him thoughts and prayers, but actually show up!

Like Eternity several years ago, the trio decline to boost Doc's mojo. They claim this has something to do with cosmic balance. Even though they seem to know how terrible Shuma-Gorath is and have fought him in the past, they no longer care about the Earth and bugger off. They give him one little gift and suspend the town's evil aura. Doc can now, and does, go all out in the mystic department. Sliggith fights back, but can't seem to do very well. This ancient, mystic demon ain't so great at the magic thing. Sliggith himself now calls on daddy Shuma-Gorath for help while Ebora casts a spell to flood the labyrinth. Sliggith manages to break out of bonds Doc bound him and slither away.

Doc gets caught in-between some rocks while the chamber floods and Ebora and her trident advance ominously on him.

The story is fun. Fox's story doesn't really lag except for when he burns some serious real estate when Doc works his way through the labyrinth getting mopey. Gardner Fox gave us goofy and bizarre Justice League stuff in the 60s. He's a bit more restrained here, and it's pretty obvious he isn't all that familiar with Doc, particularly recent stuff. He does slide into Stan Lee's and Archie Goodwin's Lovecraftian/Howardian opus seamlessly. He'll write the next three stories and introduce us to more cosmic horrors.

The art is less fun. Kweskin's goofy style doesn't really fit the subject matter. He would be better on Archie than mystic combat stories. As it's his only Doc story, his assignment was probably a last minute, fill-on one. Because this was a rush, I forgive you, Sam!

Overall, it's a decent, middle-of-an-arc story, but hardly outstanding.

[algolagniaa]

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worst recurring dream is the six fingered man who chases me until he catches me and rapes me and murders me and tells me I know who he is but don’t remember. I don’t see him much anymore though which is irritating bc I’m trying to get him back

I am lying in bed with the intention of taking a nap bc I feel like shit but instead of doing that I’m on tumblr

every time Jess calls me I am so happy. but that’s pretty recent so another answer is….. hiking

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NSFT Prompt masterlist! (219 in total)

1. Anal

2. Vaginal

3. Cunnilingus

4. Analingus

5. Fellatio

6. Nipple Stimulation

7. Double Penetration

8. Frottage

9. Tribadism

10. Outercourse

11. Fingering

12. Titfucking

13. Hot Dogging

14. Intercrural Sex

15. Scissoring

16. Masturbation

17. Mutual masturbation

18. Pegging

19. Threesome/Moresome

20. Face Sitting

21. Facial Sex

22. Creampie

23. Squirting

24. Cumming

25. Oral Fixation

26. Finger Sucking

27. Wet Dream

28. Dildo

29. Vibrator

30. Butt plug

31. Cock ring

32. Gags

33. Costumes

34. Collar

35. Lingerie

36. Garter belt

37. Corset

38. Stocking/Fishnets

39. Heels

40. Pantyhose

41. Skirt

42. Clothes On

43. Ripped Clothes

44. Dry Humping

45. Coming fast/Untouched

46. Lipstick

47. Bondage

48. Shibari

49. Dom/Sub

50. Dom

51. Sub

52. Leather

53. Latex

54. Suspension

55. Restraints

56. Roleplay

57. Petplay

58. Impact Play

59. Cum Play

60. Body Writting

61. Body Worship

62. Spanking

63. Praise

64. Olfactophilia

65. Forniphilia

66. Klismaphilia

67. Voyeurism

68. Vanilla

69. Extreme Kinky

70. Gentle

71. Rough

72. Power Bottom

73. Service Top

74. Doggy Style (Position)

75. Cowgirl/boy (Position)

76. Reverse cowgirl/boy (Position)

77. 69 (Position)

78. Against the Wall (Position)

79. Face Off (Position)

80. G-Whiz (Position)

81. Lotus (Position)

82. Side by Side (Position)

83. Leg Over Shoulders (Position)

84. Boat (Position)

85. From Behind (Position)

86. Standing Up (Position)

87. Missionary (Position)

88. Reverse Missionary (Position)

89. Spooning (Position)

90. Shuttle (Position)

91. Cat (Position)

92. Amazon (Position)

93. Crossed legs

94. On Your Knees

95. Hair pull

96. Scars

97. Scratching

98. Bitting

99. Teeth

100. Licking

101. Swallowing

102. Begging

103. Pinned Against the Wall

104. Massage

105. Pole dance

106. Lap dance

107. Stripping

108. Teasing

109. Accidental Stimulation

110. Caught

111. First Time

112. Seduction

113. Quickies

114. Solo

115. Multiples

116. Size Difference

117. Distention

118. Overstimulation

119. Orgasm denial

120. Sexting

121. Phone Sex

122. Recording

123. Photo

124. Dirty talk

125. Edging

126. Mirror Sex

127. In the Shower

128. In the Bathroom

129. In the Kitchen

130. In the Car

131. On the Sofa

132. On the Floor

133. On the Table

134. On the Chair

135. At the Beach

136. At the Pool

Cute Soft edition

1. After Care

2. Communication

3. Boundaries

4. Making Rules

5. Preparing

6. Cuddle

7. Spooning

8. Nap

9. Bath

10. Tying

11. Sharing clothes

12. Helping button/zip

13. Hand holding

14. Experimention

15. Silly

16. Laughing

17. Wholesome

18. Massage

19. Distracted

Not quite my cup of tea but it might be interesting for someone Edition

1. Fisting

2. Tickling

3. Felching

4. Spit roasting

5. Degradation

6. Deep Throating

7. Sensory deprivation

8. Shaving/Grooming

9. Oil

10. Wax play

11. Temperature play

12. Food play

13. Exhibitionism

14. Watersport

15. Risky

16. Menophilia

17. Armpit

18. Feet

19. Daddy/Mommy

20. Sounding

21. Sweat

22. Kabeshiri

23. Spit

24. Chastity

25. Fucking machine

26. Sybian

27. Choking

28. On the Window

29. Bukkake

Teratophilia Edition (all humanoid, obviously)

1. Alien

2. Cyborg

3. Robot

4. Slime

5. Centaur

6. Satyr

7. Harpy

8. Lamia

9. Mermay

10. Insectoid

11. Ghost

12. Werewolf

13. Vampire

14. Inccubus

15. Succubus

16. Banshee

17. Mutant

18. Reptilian

19. Oni

20. Cyclops

21. Angel

22. Demon

23. Cat

24. Dragon

25. Fish

26. Octopus

27. Skeleton

28. Clown

29. Mask

30. Teeth

31. Claws

32. Wings

33. Tail

34. Horn/Anthena

35. Body Horror

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

133. Nothing New

Lenny sits down on the couch next to her and gives her a soft kiss.

“Hi,” she says with a smile.

“Hi.” He bends, grabbing her ankles and pulling them into his lap, making her yelp and then laugh.

He tugs her shoes off, tossing them on the floor, and then he presses his thumbs into the sole of her foot. She groans happily and flops back against the pillow. “I love you,” she moans.

Lenny chuckles. “How was your day?”

“Nothing exciting,” she replies. “Ran a few errands. Met Susie at the Stage Deli. Sarah spit up on her. Then I came home and wrote some jokes.”

“Anything good?” He asks.

“Not yet, but it will be when I crack it,” she replies with a smile that he returns. “How was your meeting?”

“Kessler’s optimistic about the trial, so hopefully I’ll be back to performing in a couple months,” he replies. “Til then, the writing gigs are still good, and I have a wonderful family,” he says as he switches to her other foot.

She takes a deep breath and sighs happily. Three years ago, when they were just dating, she spent so much time worrying about their relationship. Worrying that one day, when she lost her novelty, she’d lose him, too.

But here he is, sitting on the couch, rubbing her feet as they talk about their mundane days, and he still looks at her the way he always has.

His attention shifts to her calves, and she sits up, moving toward him so her knees are over his lap. She drapes her arms around his neck and kisses him softly. “I love our life,” she whispers.

“I do, too,” he agrees, and just as he goes to kiss her again, Sarah wails from her crib. He chuckles. “I guess nap time is over,” he murmurs.

“I’ll go get her,” she says.

“I got it,” he counters, giving her one more quick kiss. “You just stay here and work on cracking that punchline.”

She smiles and reaches for her notebook.

[masterkohgatopbanan]

HEADCANON time

Bokoblins like peanut butter

Kohga absolutely hates coconuts

sooga loves fish kohga is neutral with fish

Sooga is 8ft 2in

Kohga is 5’9

sooga despises cats

Kohga is allergic to cats

Sooga’s favorite colors are light blue, grey, and neon yellow

Kohga’s favorite color is burnt orange

kohga was half asleep during the boss battle in BOTW, that’s why his attacks were so easy, because you had woken him up from a nap.

Sooga didn’t actually die during the battle with the blights, he only told kohga to run, then beat the blights’s asses.

TOTK HEADCANONS

Kohga’s malice was switched with gloom

kohga got into a fight with the gloom hands, and won, but tearing up his ear in the process.

kohga is now 133

kohga is also 6’2” or something like that

TOTK SOOGA HEADCANONS

_\|<will update when I figure them out>|/_

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

My Year In Review!

I posted 232 times in 2022

188 posts created (81%)

44 posts reblogged (19%)

I tagged 180 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#prompts - 140 posts

#writing - 133 posts

#whump - 130 posts

#ideas - 128 posts

#angst - 91 posts

#worry - 33 posts

#torture - 24 posts

#whumptober - 21 posts

#whumptober2022 - 21 posts

#kidnapping - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Whump Prompt #815

“Welp, if you’re all finished bickering. I’m going to collapse now.” And A does just that.

311 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#4

Whump Prompt #862

I love the image of an emergency evacuation - when the caretakers decide their current location is too unsafe for the whumpee to recover in:

“It’s not safe here, we need to go.”

Hastily packing up A’s meds and other stolen supplies into a backpack. 

Coaxing A from their nap and stuffing shoes on their uncooperating feet. 

Ensuring A is bundled in the most comfortable clothes that still allow for access to change bandages/inspect the wounds. 

Maybe their clothes are the bloodstained ones they were brought to the location in. 

“Where’re we goin’?” A slurs, either being carried bridal style, via piggyback or pushed in a wheelchair. 

“Shh, just sleep, A, we’ll sort everything out, just focus on resting, alright?”

“You comfy back there, A?” The driver says, giving a tight smile to the rear-view mirror at A, who is leaning heavily on B. A smiles tiredly. 

“The fevers worse, we should stop.” B says, feeling the worrying amount of heat radiate from A’s forehead. 

“Just a few more miles, I want to make sure we’re far enough.”

312 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#3

Whump Prompt #813

The caretaker has to have a tight grip on the whumpee sat on the saddle In front of them, as they race to the nearest town in search for a healer. Through the layers of clothing, the caretaker can feel just how feverish the whumpee has gotten, and time is running out to find a cure for their ailment.

331 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#2

Whump Prompt #902

The burn-out sickness.

A fever of 102

Chills

Hot flashes

Constant, hacking coughs that leave your ribs strained and your back aching.

Joint pains

Headache

High anxiety levels

Fatigue

Insomnia

Lack of appetite

Nausea

Dizziness

Feeling faint whenever you stand

Calling in sick despite the fact your workaholic tendencies are screaming at you not to

Not being able to get comfortable

431 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whump Prompt #820

“A, you okay?”

“Yeah… just- just tired…”

B has seconds to react before A hits the floor, unconscious.

518 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

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[cluelesspigeons]

Cp’s drarry microfic masterlist

January 2023

✨January 3rd: Truth be told ✨

Prompt: truth

Wc: 84

Most important tags: Ron and Blaise friendship / napping under a tree

✨January 6th: Didn’t care ✨

Prompt (song): As It Was by Harry Styles

Wc: 67

Most important tags: depressed draco / worried Harry / empty anti depressants

✨January 10th: Light festival ✨

Prompt: dragon

Wc: 124

Most important tags: fireworks / light festival / smitten Harry

✨January 13th: Could it be? ✨

Prompt (song): Left And Right from Charlie Puth (ft. Jung Kook)

Wc: 147

Most important tags: hopeful ending / post break up / memories

✨January 17th: All the same ✨

Prompt: different

Wc: 96

Most important tags: twins / parent drarry / Albus & scorpius

✨January 20th: Four-letter word ✨

Prompt (song): Hope by Shinedown

Wc: 140

Most important tags: crossword / draco wears glasses / clueless harry

✨January 24th: Incoherent babbling ✨

Prompt: incoherent

Wc: 68

Most important tags: draco wears something sexy / harry can’t think properly

✨January 27th: Runaway letter ✨

Prompt (song): Runaway from The Corrs

Wc: 133

Most important tags: letter / running away / starting over

✨2022 microfic masterlists✨

[angelofghetto]

A jelzőrendszer nem működik, de ha működne is, a háttérintézmények rendszere egy vicc. Igen, tudom, van az a dolog, hogy három napig távoltartási végzés van a bántalmazóra, de aki képben van, az tudja, esélyes, hogy az a három nap arra jó, hogy ember felszívja a xart az agyába, és a negyedik napon hazamenve agyonveri a társát, amiért befújta, és amiért neki három napig nem volt szabad hazamenni.

A másik nagy baj a hatalmas látencia. Dolgoztam olyan helyen, ahol ezt minimum sejteni lehetett, de általában az a baj, hogy az áldozat hallgat, mert szégyelli, vagy mert fél. A tanító néni épp úgy nem foglalkozik vele, mint az iskolán belüli abúzusokkal (tisztelet a kevés kivételnek), de ha foglalkozna is vele, nincsenek eszközei, és senki nem védi meg attól, hogy a brutalitásból valamilyen módon neki is jusson, ha máshogyan nem, fenyegetések, verbális erőszak formájában. A környezet, a szomszédok, ismerősök meg úgy gondolják, nem rájuk tartozik, jobb kimaradni, nem látni, nem hallani.

Voltam a másik oldalon is. Mikor először mentem látleletet vetetni, azt hittem, majd ügy lesz belőle, esetleg elveszik a gyerekemet, de nem történt semmi. Feljegyezték az észlelt sérüléseket, oszt jóvan, mehetek Isten hírivel. Más alkalommal, mikor sikerült kihívnom a rendőrt (aki ki sem jön, ha nincsenek kiskorúak veszélyben), a két egyenruhás kijött, flegmán szétnézett az összetört bútorokon, a kék-zöld foltjaimon, és a következő párbeszéd hangzott el: - Asszonyom, mutassa meg, hol folyik a vér! - Nincs vér. Csak nézzen körül. - Ha nincs vér, nincs jogosítványunk intézkedni. - De ha megfojt ez az ember, akkor sincs vér. - Drága uram, nem javasoljuk, hogy megfojtsa a feleségét, mert ha így lesz, maga lesz az első számú gyanúsított.

Rendőrök balra el, ember hozzám fordulva kaján vigyorral: - Na, jót szívtál? - és mint ki jól végezte dolgát, visszament kocsmába. Eközben a gyerekek a kis szobában reszkettek és sírtak.

A gyermekvédelemnek akkoriban még csak ahhoz volt joga, hogy életvezetési tanácsokat adjon, és ha nagy a baj, a gyerekeket kiemelje a családból, és intézetbe utalja. Anyu legfeljebb szánakozó tekinteteket kap. Az áldozatoknak nagyjából ennyi "védelem" jár, de halkan kérdezem, mi történik az elkövetővel? Mi történik az elkövetővel ismétlődés, sorozatos bántalmazás után? Csinál bárki bármit? Érdekel bárkit a dolog, amíg nem történnek a cikkhez hasonló tragédiák? És utána? Azon kívül, hogy vezércikkek születnek az esetből, lehet szörnyülködni, és sóhajtozni, hogy "a mi családunkban ehhez képest minden rendben van"?

Van az Európai Tanácsnak az az egyezménye a nők elleni erőszak illetve kapcsolati erőszak ellen. A magyar operakormány aláírta már? És ha igen, miért nem? Vajon hány feleségverő lehet a 133 bátor ember között?

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 188. brb x oc

a/n: i finished this chapter sooner because my connection is bad and oh my god please let me post please (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: LIGHT TEASING THAT'S ALL

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Bradley blinks his eyes open once the morning peeks through the curtains, his head slowly lifting from the pillow when he hears his phone vibrating repeatedly,over and over. He groans, rubbing his face with a hand before looking around “Babe?” she wasn’t in bed, was she checking on Nikki?

“Bathroom!” oh. “I’m over here,” she peeks her head over the threshold and smiles sweetly, “Morning,sunshine.”

Rooster chuckles, about to throw his phone out of the window, but deciding to just turn it to silent as he holds himself up on his elbows, the covers falling and pooling by his hip bones, exposing his toned stomach, “Morning,gorgeous, you look happy.”

“Oh I just slept really well.” she giggles, “Thanks for napping with me a bit yesterday…and for making dinner…and for washing Nikki.” she changed into a soft loose dress, standing in front of the mirror to fix the sleeves on her shoulder, tugging the elastic down to show more of her skin before grabbing her lip gloss, “I admit that,” she rubs the wand over her lips, smacking them together, “I had a bit of a hard time without you here.”

“Was it bad?”

“Well,not horrendous but I couldn’t sleep until I had your pillow close by.” she swipes the end of her pinky finger around her lips to clean off the excess before closing the tube with a satisfyin click, “Who’s calling you?”

“Dunno.”

“You won’t check?”

He hummed, following Beatrice with his eyes as she moved around, especially focusing on her ass when she leaned down just enough to grab something on the bathroom’s cabinet drawers, “Nope, I won’t answer anyone right now.” he says, “It’s six in the morning, no one calls at six in the morning.” he keeps his eyes on her, his lower lip slipping between his teeth as he admires his wife, “You look good.”

She looks up at him over her shoulder in surprise, smiling sweetly, “I do?”

“Do you ever look bad?” he questions while shrugging, “I mean…you can literally wear anything and you’ll be the sexiest woman ever.”

“Oh shush.”

“No. C’mere.” he smiles, falling back down on the bed and gesturing with his hands, patting his lap, “C’mere,c’mere. Nikki is still asleep.” she hums while checking something in the bathroom, much to his disappointment, “Baby…”

“Don’t you pout,Bradley Nicholas.” she chastises him, but at least she’s leaving the bedroom and already pulling the ends of her dress so it’s easier to settle on his lap. He smirks even more once she does sit on top of him, his hands immediately landing on her thighs, rubbing the expanse of rosy skin back and forth, “Because you already have such pouty lips, it’s hard to focus.” she whispers, nearing close to his mouth.

“We don’t want that.” he coos right back, dragging his fingers upwards until they reach the edge of her underwear, “We’d hate to lose focus.”

“We would.” and she kisses him sweetly, giggling against his lips when his hands cup her buttcheeks and push her forward just enough. It was still easy since her stomach wasn’t that big - it was a lot rounder than Nicole’s pregnancy was, but it wasn’t taking a lot of space yet. She holds herself up by placing her hands on his chest, pursing her lips a bit once they break apart, “I think they’ll just be as big as Nikki was.”

“Oh?”

She scoffs softly, gesturing to her stomach as he still caresses her legs, “I mean, this is just…three months along, and they are already so big,Roos.’She shakes her head in disbelief, a mixture of awe and excitement in her voice.

Rooster's eyes widen in surprise, his hands stilled on her thighs. He gazes at her stomach, marveling at the changes that are already taking place. "Wow," he breathes, his voice filled with wonder. "They're growing so fast." he pauses, “I’ve really been gone that long,huh?

"Yeah,well, you are still here now…" Beatrice says softly, her hand gently resting on top of his. "It's incredible, isn't it? Our little ones are thriving inside me." A mix of emotions floods her, a deep sense of love and protectiveness for their unborn babies.

Rooster's thumb brushes over her hand, his touch gentle and soothing. "They're already so loved," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "And they're going to have the best mom in the world."

Beatrice smiles, her eyes shimmering with emotion. She leans in to kiss him again,. "And they're going to have the best dad too," she whispers against his lips, her voice filled with conviction.

He smirks against her mouth, deepening the kiss just enough to make her sigh, “We’ll stay like this for a while,huh?”

“Yep, unless you want to admit we’ll both do a good job.”

He chuckled, rubbing her lower back and she immediately relaxed, “We will…does it hurt?” she makes an affirmative sound, closing her eyes as he gently massages the end of her spine. She winces then eases out a breath, “Do you want to lie down?”

“No,no,” she leans forward a bit, choosing to be comfortable and either ignoring or playing dumb that her breasts were inches away from his face. Rooster’s irises flicked down to the globes of flesh then back up at her…and then back to her chest, that dress really made her bust look even better than normal.

And he wasn’t complaining if she got a little bit lower.

But he knew she couldn’t, because of the pregnancy. So he was alright with that. Beatrice squeaks in surprise at the double kisses on each globe followed by her husband’s absolutely adorable grin,”...Roos.” she laughs, “You are terrible.”

“Oh,I’m awful.” he growls, digging his hands on her ass and leaning up to gnaw at her neck, “I’m so bad,I’m so fuckin’ bad, gorgeous,” he licks his way up to her jawline just as Beatrice whimpered quietly, digging her nails on his chest and slowly dragging her hands downards to where the covers were. He was only wearing his briefs after all…

But alas, his phone buzzed again, completely breaking the atmosphere and making him groan heavily, “What the fuck.” he snatches the phone with so much anger he almost fears breaking it, “What?” he grounds out the words once he answers it, keeping Beatrice on his lap.

His wife bites her lower lip trying to stifle her laughing as Bradley looks ready to murder the person on the other end. “..Mav, what the fuck, it’s almost seven a.m.” he growls, falling back onto the pillow to glare at the ceiling, “What is it? Something happen or?” he blinks while listening to the response, “Yes,I’m home. Of course I’m home…I–what? What do you have to give me?”

Beatrice watches quietly, playing with the hairs on his arm as he pouts again while talking to Pete, “No…I mean, I guess? Where did you get this ‘gift’? Should I be worried? I can’t have weird stuff around Nikki and Bea, you know that.”

Rooster's frustration is evident as he listens to Pete on the other end of the line, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips forming a thin line. Beatrice watches him with amusement, her fingers gently caressing his arm in a soothing manner.

As the conversation continues, Rooster's expression shifts from annoyance to curiosity. He sits up, his attention fully focused on the call, his grip on Beatrice's waist tightening slightly, keeping her with him. "Wait, you're serious?" he asks, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're saying it's something important? How important?"

Beatrice leans in closer, her eyes curious. "What's going on, Roos?" she whispers, her voice filled with intrigue.

Rooster holds up a hand to signal for her to wait a moment as he continues his conversation. "Alright, fine," he finally concedes, his voice a mixture of resignation and curiosity. "I'll come and get it. But it better not be anything weird, Maverick. Seriously." he pauses, “You did, more than once, don’t start.”

He ends the call and tosses his phone onto the nightstand before turning his attention back to Beatrice. His expression is a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "Well," he says, his voice filled with anticipation. "That was Maverick. He claims to have something important to give me."

Beatrice's eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and concern on her face. "At…seven in the morning? What is it?" she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

Rooster shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He didn't say. But knowing Maverick, it could be anything. He loves surprises." He grins, his fingers gently tracing circles on her lower back. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."

Beatrice's curiosity gets the better of her, and she leans in closer to Rooster, furrowing her brows, “Did he say when to get it?”

“As soon as possible.” he shrugs, “I’ll get it after breakfast,I don’t really feel like leaving yet.” he pauses, holding up a finger, “Speaking of which, hear that?” there’s a soft ‘mama’ coming from the nursery, “Someone is awake. I think she heard us.”

Beatrice's eyes light up at the sound of their daughter's voice, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Our little Nikki is calling for us," she says, her voice filled with affection. "Let's go and see our little angel." she climb off his lap, which he complains a bit, but not before giving her ass a love tap - just enough to smack it but not enough to sting- and she swatted his hand away, “Stop it.”

Rooster just chuckles, his smile mirroring hers. “Just let me put some pants on.” and that was going to be his attire for the rest of the day until he had to see Mav. Once he was done, he takes Beatrice's hand in his and gently guides her out of their bedroom and towards Nikki's nursery. As they enter the room, they see Nikki standing up in her crib, her tiny hands gripping the edge of the railings, the dogs already awake and sitting on each side of the crib.

"Mama," Nikki says again, her voice filled with excitement. She reaches out towards Beatrice, her eyes sparkling with joy,bouncing on her mattress.

Beatrice's heart melts at the sight of their daughter, and she quickly walks over to the crib, scooping Nikki up into her arms. "Good morning, my sweet girl," she coos, pressing a gentle kiss to Nikki's forehead. "Did you have a good sleep? Oh God, I feel like you won’t stop moving now that you learned how to walk.” especially because Nicole pushed herself from the crib with her feet and latched onto Beatrice like a spider monkey.

Rooster stands beside them, his eyes filled with adoration as he watches the interaction between his wife and their daughter. "Hey there, birdie," he says, his voice soft. "Do you have to wake up so early? Are you going to be like this your whole life?"

Nikki giggles, reaching out towards Rooster with her chubby little hands. "Dada!" she exclaims, her smile wide and infectious.

Rooster chuckles, leaning in to plant a kiss on Nikki's cheek. "Yep, that’s me, now," he says, his voice filled with affection. "Can I get her from you a little bit?" he picks Nicole up from Beatrice’s hold, kissing her soft cheek over and over, earning a loud giggle from Nikki who just hugged his neck tighter, “Let’s have some breakfast- I cook.” Beatrice rolled her eyes at him before looking down at his hand.

He had his back to her and one of his hands behind him, wriggling his fingers for her to take it. She blushed, thinking that there was no way her husband could surprise her…and yet, he always did, no matter what. She grabs his hand, interlacing their fingers together so they walk out of the nursery at the same time, kissing his shoulder once they reach the stairs, “You stop being so cute.”

“I will only if you do.” she huffs a laugh, carefully following him down the stairs with Nicole babbling alongside them, “So I guess that’s going to be a bit hard,no?” he winks at her after saying it, only earning an eyeroll from his wife, “Also, do you wanna come with me?”

“Hm?”

“To check…whatever it is Mav got?”

“Oh!Sure!I don’t mind it,I don’t have anything planned either.” she shrugged with a grin, kissing his cheek as they got to the first floor, “You can count on me.”

-

“I swear,” he mutters as he turns the Bronco on the street, craning his head upwards in hopes to see his uncle’s garage, “He can stay with Penny,I don’t know why he chooses to stay in here so often.”

Beatrice was, however, having a great time! She rarely came to these parts unless it was to talk to Maverick, she knew he preferred to stay away from the bustling city because of his collection of…vehicles. She didn’t know how he got an old fighter jet plane in there but she knew that instead of asking him about it, she should just accept it in silence, “I mean it has a lovely view.” the sky was so bright and clean here, “I don’t mind it one bit.”

Rooster nods in agreement after a few seconds,parking the Bronco outside Maverick's garage. He steps out of the vehicle and opens the door for Beatrice, offering her a hand to help her down. "Well," he says, his voice filled with amusement. "The view is pretty spectacular. Mav got the good view yeah. Do you want me to get her?"

Nicole was happily wriggling on her seat, he wondered if she remembered this place - she was so young when she came the very first time- “Please.” Beatrice smiles, stepping aside to let him open the passenger door and unlatch Nicole from the booster seat, “You know, this area is…very nice.” she looks around, seeing barely nothing, “I love the silence.”

“You do?”

“Well,” she shrugs, ‘It’s different, but I don’t have it.” Beatrice takes his hand with a smile once he has Nicole on his opposite arm, her eyes scanning the surroundings. It's a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was very quiet. 

Eerily so, she had to admit; Maybe she was okay to the noise around their house. It showed that people lived there.

As they approach the entrance to Maverick's garage, Rooster reaches out to open the door, holding it for Beatrice and Nicole to enter. The scent of grease and gasoline fills the air, mingling with the familiar scent of Maverick's workshop.

Inside, the space is filled with various vehicles and machinery, tools and parts are scattered across workbenches, and the sound of soft music plays from a nearby radio. “You have horrible taste in music.” not even a hello towards his uncle, but neither of them worry too much

“What’s wrong with my songs?” his uncle ask, “I have to remind you that me and your father shared the same taste in music, so what you grew up listening to is what I like.”Maverick himself stands by his new motorcycle, wiping his hands clean with a wide smile on his face. "Isn’t she gorgeous?” he gestures to the bike, “It’s a 1957 BMW R50. I got it from a guy that used to work at the base.”

His nephew purses his lips, “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“No, not really, hi Bea,” the brunette waves shyly, “Hi my little princess! You look so pretty today!” Nicole gurgles happily in her mother’s arms and Maverick only looks away when he meets Bradley’s eyes one more time, “It’s something I forgot that even existed, back when me and your dad met.”

Rooster's curiosity is piqued as he listens to Maverick's words. He looks back at Beatrice who just smiles brightly- anything that is somehow connected to his parents, she was always excited to hear about-,nodding her head while keeping a watchful eye on Nicole. Rooster walks over to Maverick, his eyes fixed on the vintage motorcycle.

"You forgot something that even existed?" Rooster asks, "What is it, Mav? What did you find?"

Maverick's smile widens, ‘Now,listen,” he gestures to Rooster to follow him deep in the garage,”Took me some time, it really did, but when I figured out what it was, I had to give it to you.” there was a small box nestled on the corner of the garage, hidden by more parts and tools, the type of organized disorganization that only Mav knew how to trek with, “Here,” he offers him the small box but the other pilot looks suspicious, “Oh, come on, what do you think it is?”

“I don’t know, you are giving me a strange box. What am I to think?”

“Just take it,Rooster, damn it.”

Rooster grabs the box after a few seconds, checking it’s weight, turning a bit in his hands, giving Maverick one suspicious look before finally opening it. He blinks for a few seconds, furrowing his brows, “...these…are my dad’s sunglasses.” he mutters, looking down at the dark lenses that reflected his shocked face, “...I…I thought that mom lost these.”

Maverick watches Rooster's reaction with satisfaction. Seeing Rooster's shock and disbelief confirms that he made the right decision in returning them.

"I stumbled upon them by chance. They were tucked away in an old storage box that I had forgotten about. It's like they were waiting for the right moment to be found."

Rooster lifts the sunglasses out of the box, carefully examining them. The worn frame, the familiar shape—everything about them brings back memories of his father, brief and almost transparent. The little he remembered, he recalled these. His voice is filled with a mix of gratitude and emotion as he speaks, "Thank you, Mav…I–."

Maverick claps Rooster on the back, his voice filled with warmth. "You're welcome, kid," he says. "Your dad was a great pilot, a great friend.But that wasn’t the only reason I called you here.” he checks behind Rooster to see if Beatrice was away, “I heard you talked to Cyclone about McAllister…and the others.”

“I did.”

Maverick smiles, crossing his arms, “Cyclone told me that…apparently you share the same hard head moments I do.” he pauses, “You know he was testing you, right? About everything.”

“I know.” Rooster rubs the sunglasses’ handled with his fingers, “I was already up to it as soon as he started questioning me. He wanted to know what I was going to say…and as much as I was angry at the two, and I was, I couldn’t just let the anger answer instead of myself…they have a chance, now it’s out of my hands.”

Maverick looks so proud when Rooster finishes, he’s shaking his head quietly as he looks at him, “They’d be so proud of you.” he whispers, “I hope you know that,Rooster. You conquered so much and in such a short time too…thanks for letting me make part of it.” Rooster chuckles softly, stepping closer to hug his uncle tight. He closes his eyes just like Maverick did, both of them trying their hardest not to cry, with Pete gently tapping his back.

“You are welcome,Mav.” he whispers, “You really are.”

“Anyway,” Pete clears his throat,”I’m going to get you guys some water, is that alright?”

“Yeah,yeah sure,” Rooster grins, still messing with the sunglasses, “Go on ahead…do tell Bea I’m here.” his uncle nods, tapping his shoulder and finally walking out of the little room both once stood. Bradley stands there for a few seconds, rubbing the sunglasses in his hands while looking down at it.

He sniffles, furrowing his brows as he stares at his reflection, hell he could even see the parts where the metal was chipped. He pauses, licks his lips then slowly brings it to his eyes, should he?

He hesitates, he doesn’t know if it was right for him to do that..maybe later…yeah,later. He places it inside the box it was and walked out of the room, meeting a smiling Beatrice and a wobbling Nicole on the way out.

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 133: Saturday May 13, 2023 - “Summer Saturdays are here”

For the plan this Saturday, I tried to make sure William was outside as much as possible including several trips to the pool to play but the real big ticket time was fun at the Zoo where we paid a visit to the Elephants, the Peacocks, the Frogs and the McCaw.  We grilled hot dogs for dinner and played with trucks, and soaked in as much sunshine and together time as we could.  With temps in the low 90s, it was perfect here for the time being but I told William it wouldn’t last long - soon itd be too damn hot out to have as much fun  -even in naked time. Love it while you can buddy, the Tucson summer furnace is coming fast!  At least I am training him well to take his little water bottle with him wherever he goes, and to enjoy putting on the sunscreen because I dont want to fight with you every dang day!

The best part of the zoo today was all the elephants were out and playing with the big pile of dirt given to them to coat themselves and stay cool. The big news this weekend was that the mama elephant is pregnant again and Penzi will have a little sibling.   Which got me curious how long a baby elephant is in gestation and found that they actually have the longest of any mammal - almost two years!!  I can only imagine coming back here to see the little baby elephant with William is four!  I am sure I’ll miss pushing him around in the stroller.

When we came home later, I started to research best zoos in the country with the idea that itd be fun at this age, to start travelling to the zoos.  I got my eye on San Diego, Omaha, Washington D.C., Chicago, Denver, Dallas, Cincinatti and New Orleans, reading up on all of them and what makes them some of the best zoos in the country.   Great way to put William’s flight benefits to work!

Song: Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love

Quote: “A person can learn a lot from a dog, even a loopy one like ours. Marley taught me about living each day with unbridled exuberance and joy, about seizing the moment and following your heart. He taught me to appreciate the simple things-a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. And as he grew old and achy, he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness and, above all else, unwavering loyalty.” ― John Grogan, Marley and Me: Life and Love With the World's Worst Dog

[spaciousreasoning]

New Pizza Experience

Saturday morning’s blood sugar dropped a point, to 133. It might have been the fudgesicle after dinner last night. It could have been the potatoes for lunch yesterday.

After finishing our coffee and brain games, we made breakfast sandwiches with sourdough bread, bacon, egg and cheese. Nancy is not happy with the coffee we got at Costco recently. It’s dark roast, but it’s an espresso blend, so it’s too bitter for her. We will find something else to blend with it and smooth out the taste.

She got on the phone with the piano people after breakfast and ordered the delivery of the digital instrument she liked on our visit Friday. According to the folks at the store, the delivery might be as soon as this Wednesday.

We checked with our duplex neighbor about a package that was supposedly delivered to us. The photo taken at the time of the delivery was definitely not from our stoop, but it looked like it might be the neighbor’s. He thought it was a package from his mom for his upcoming birthday, but he was planning to return it to us once he discovered it was not for him. We are surprised the delivery person did not notice the difference in the address. Perhaps he did not realize it was a duplex, which is kind of surprising.

Nancy and I took a slow walk for 2.2 miles, a pace of just about 24 minutes per mile. It was sunny and warm-ish, so I thought I might walk another couple of miles later. But I decided to pass on another walk when I woke up from a nap due to soreness in my hips and legs.

About 4 p.m. we went to dinner at Mezza Luna, a pizza place in downtown Springfield. Nancy suggested going there because the recent Eugene Weekly’s “best of” issue ranked it as one of the best pizza places in the area. We got two slices, one with just pepperoni and the other one with pepperoni, bacon, spinach and feta cheese. Both were quite tasty, and we’ll be going back to try more from their menu.

After eating, we started for Costco to get gas and buy a few groceries, but we got caught up in the traffic leaving today’s Oregon Ducks football game at Autzen Stadium. The Ducks beat the Fighting Illini 38-9, improving their record to 8-0 on the season.

While we were eating our pizza, we noticed a flyer for an appearance by Jonatha Brooke at the WOW Hall in November, so since we were waiting for the traffic to advance, I played an album by The Story, the duo of Jonatha and Jennifer Kimball, because Nancy was unfamiliar with the music. She enjoyed it, but the solo work by Jonatha I played later did not impress her, so we abandoned our plans to get tickets for the concert.

We made our Costco run, got gas, and bought a few groceries, then got home without too much more traffic nonsense. Except for the jerks who don’t know how to drive and don’t bother turning on their headlights even at dusk.

When we finally sat down for the evening’s streaming, we started with the final show in the current “Ridley” series, starring Adrian Dunbar on PBS. We followed that with the first episode of the new series of AcornTV’s “Whitstable Pearl,” based on the books by Julie Wassmer and starring Kerry Godliman. We closed with the third episode in the new series of “Shrinking,” which ended with a song called “Letting Go” by Australian musician Angie McMahon and its repetitive chorus of “it’s okay, make mistakes.”

[evil-diary-blog]

Day 133 EVIL update: My mom made me get some blankets cleaned at the laundromat today because they would damage our washer n' dryer. So I was stuck there for 2 hours while my mom went out for a meeting. I had to listen to a lady give birth on a TV show playing there. Other than that it was pleasant.

Also I randomly became obsessed with cows tonight. They're cute. My parents also used to have a pet cow when they were younger, so it's literally in my blood to have one as a pet.

Also, I took an EVIL nap earlier. That was fun.