#Blown 86

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

Warnings: Language, past trauma, mentions wounds, ptsd, anxiety, panic, fluff, mentions hurt/comfort, and smut. Plus sized reader. NSFW!

A/N: I missed Eddie. I’m feeling quite down on my body type, so I kind of wrote this with my own body size in mind ❤️

~*~

Eddie Munson always said he didn’t care. Didn’t want to be a boyfriend. Wasn’t pissed off if girls didn’t cling onto him after their brief time together (usually late nights, quiet places). If they don’t want the freak, why would the freaky freak want them? Fuck love, it’s just a facade.

At least, that’s what he used to say until he met you in the Spring of 86. You were involved in Henderson’s little banded family unit, constantly being talked about even before Eddie saw you. He was a bit perturbed already. If you were close to Wheeler and Harrington, you were probably a snob. Quite the contrary, as Eddie remembers clearly, watching you quiet from the sidelines as he’d been told monsters were real, but not cool dragons or slayers — just a teenage girl with mind powers.

Gentle, but rough. You dove in before Wheeler to save Harrington, you jumped back into that disgusting hole in the floor to try and help wake Nancy up, and when it came down to battle? You wore your outfit without fear, and silently had reached for Eddie’s hand on the way to everyone’s stations, squeezing. He’d seen that face before, your vacant expression, a false smile you attempted when you were not in thought. You weren’t okay, but you had been trying to make it that way for everyone else.

And it wasn’t, not for a long time. Not after you lost, he died, Carver died, and Mayfield went into a coma. A fight occurred in Hawkins before he was brought back, one that Eddie still sees in your eyes when the sun goes down and it’s quiet in the trailer, sans the beeping of the smoke alarm. Sometimes you just bring him impossibly closer, that he isn’t sure whose body heat is causing him to perspire. And others, you wake up in his arms, pulling him on top, clinging to his neck, your lips panting pleas into his mouth that ask for help.

Mutual scars, tragedy, blame, regrets, trauma, you helping his recovery, his process, even when he wasn’t so nice, that he wished he’d stayed gone. It’s all there, things that he feels safe only sharing with you. His marked body, one he is comfortable letting only you feel, see. He isn’t sure when it happened, really. But he knows now, especially looking at you beside him, your necklaces hanging around your neck, their charms dangling between your breasts, one leg propped, the other flat, lying open, evidence of the previous half hour shining between your thighs, and he’s propped on his palm, blowing out the last of his cigarette smoke, stubbing out the end.

You’re reading a piece of his work in progress fantasy novel, one based off of things that have happened. You’re lost in his vivid descriptions, captivated by his words, led by the hand that holds his pen. And his enriching, dark eyes, they caving into blown pupils, his ring clad finger trailing down your shoulder, following the curvature into your elbow’s inside. You’re already smiling by the time that he reaches your neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth, trailing wet kisses over your jugular. His arm elongates, easing his creation from your grip to throw aside.

You pretend to huff, and he catches your mouth in a kiss. It’s sloppy, tastes of smoke, but it’s precise, it’s familiar, it’s Eddie. Your fingers slide through his curls, freshly washed, yet frizzed from previous humidity. You tug on his blood stained pick, and he knows your implications, follows your soft look. He has to tilt your chin, shaking his head. “Remember that I’m right here, sweetheart. All of me but one nipple.”

He treasures you by bestowing that trademark Munson smirk, making your brief panic ebb away to pleasure. And you cave you into him, permitting his fingers to slide against your cunt, cupping. It’s a whine in his mouth that gets him to slide an ankle beneath yours, pulling you open for more availability. You could have anyone, you could’ve had something going on with Steve. But it’s Eddie you go to bed with every night, it’s he that you spend hours talking to on the phone when you’re not together, it’s him who holds you when you have a nightmare, and it’s Eddie Munson that you’ve already given your heart to, unbeknownst to him.

He’s falling into your grip, trying to situate himself, amused as he asks. “Already? Can you take it —“

And he goes head over ass, world Olympics type shit when you manage to maneuver him onto his back, unafraid, sat on top him in all over your glory. Your curves overflow, breasts sitting heavy, begging to be touched. You reach behind you, taking him in your hand. He’s nodding like an eager ass, little nerdy beaver. He could giggle right now. Your pupils are blown to the brim of your irises, a look of lavish possessiveness sweeping across him, and holy fuck does he feel sexy.

He doesn’t have to verbalize his consent, his brazen ‘take me now’ appears in the form of his hands reaching for your tits. You groan upon him getting a handful (and Christ, they still won’t fit). It’s a burning stretch, but you slide down his cock in moments, ones that Eddie holds his breath for, only able to gasp when you’re seated fully, sticky and spread around him.

He cares. He cares so much.

You grasp onto his wrists, clenching around him as he gives you two words, “Go, baby.” And then your hands are dropping to dig into his chest, thumbs beneath his chain, in newly grown out hair along his sternum, making scars feel like warrior wounds he’s proud to own.

You look at, leveling off his hands before they can drop from your breasts, pressing down so that he gets the message to grip tighter.

Fuck. He’s in love. He’s in love with you.

[dunmeshistash]

where was it mentioned that mithrun's right eye is a prosthetic?

Unsure if it was straight up mentioned anywhere but after his brains are blown out and he's resurrected the eye isn't on the socket anymore, so we can assume (prosthetics wouldn't come back with resurrection)

Chapter 83

Chapter 86

I think that's pretty certain.

Edit: I'm silly, it was in his bio

[lou-struck]

Sundaes and Sorrows

Yoshi Isagi x reader

W.C: 2k

~ After a rough game, Isagi is feeling down in the dumps. But while he is sulking away on the team's bus, you have been hard at work preparing a special surprise for him when he gets home. 

Beads of sweat drip from Yoichi Isagi's brow as he sprints across the scorching pitch. The hot afternoon sun has bullied him since kickoff, and now, 86 minutes in. Both teams are scoreless.

The sticky rain from the first half has made the field extremely slippery, and he dreads to think of the thick layer of grass that clings to the bottom of his cleats. His body is sore from taking one too many hard hits, But he continues to play on.

His eyes are wide as he analyzes his opponents, looking for any crack in their back line where he can slip through and not end the match in an unsatisfying tie game.

After ricocheting the ball off of the knee of a too-slow defender, his friend, Meguru Bachira, steps out of bounce to take a throw-in. The momentary break allows the striker to catch a glimpse of the camera; he had been so engrossed in the game that he hadn't spared it a second glance before, but he briefly stairs through the lens, knowing that you, his loving partner, is at home watching this game.

Knowing that you are cheering him on gives him just enough energy to keep going.

He has to win this game for you. Because you deserve to see a goal.

~

You want to see a goal.

Back in the comfort of your home, you nervously grip the hem of the light blanket you have draped across your lap.

Yoichi looks exhausted. He had taken far too many hits this game, and only half of those resulted in a whistle being blown.

Through the screen of your TV, the other team sends a through ball that cuts across the field and breaks the back line.

The opposing striker, having made an exceptional run, lines up with the ball at his feet, his eyes on the net as he winds up to take his shot. The game-winner.

Striking through with his laces, he sends a bullet headed straight toward the upper v. You hold your breath…

A gloved hand sticks out just enough, and the contact alters the path as the goalkeeper pushes up towards the crossbar and releases the air from your lungs.

It's a save!

With most of the opposition out of position, your boyfriend's team counterattacks in this pivotal transition moment. Reo clears the ball, sending it all the way from the top of the 18, just in front of the on-side Isagi. 

He's all alone with no one but the opposing team's goalkeeper and his path. He dribbles taking careful touches toward the goal guardian. Although you can't see on the camera, you know his face is on the path ahead of him to the goal.

Just when he is within shooting distance, the goalkeeper makes a gamble and steps off his line in a 1v1 situation in the box. Logo-covered hands just inches away from the ground as he creeps forward, waiting for the shot.

With bated breath, you watch as your boyfriend lunches to the left and takes the ball with his right, juking the goalkeeper out. But his touch was too big on the slick grass, and the ball rolls out of the bounce. 

In a mixture of shock and distress, he places his hands in his hair, the realization that he just blew the game-winning goal hitting him hard as the referee blows his whistle, signaling the end of the game.

As he walks off the field, you can tell from his body language that he is crushed. Unable to look at the site any longer, you turn off the TV. 

But he does not have the luxury of just changing the channel on this. No, your dear, sweet boyfriend now has to sit on a crowded, smelly bus for the next six hours, just stewing in the stink of his mistake.

~

30 minutes later, your phone starts to ring. As you pick up the cold device, you spot his smiling contact image that definitely will not match his current mood.

"Hey baby," you say into the speaker, trying your best to sound comforting from so far away. "How are you doing?"

"Not great," he says, doing little to hide the disappointment in his tone. You can practically see his sad blue eyes and crushed pout he is wearing. "Did you watch the game?"

"I did," you respond, "I'm sorry about the tie; it was a really close game."

"Too close to be scoreless," he sighs, "I really wanted to score for you today, but I screwed that up."

"No one else scored either, Yoichi," you say firmly, doing your best to pull him out of his post-game funk. "I watched the game because I love you, not because I expect to see goals."

"You're right," he relents. "Do you think I could stay at your place tonight? I really want to see you, and things have been crazy lately."

"You wanna have a little sleepover? You tease, and you swear you can feel his lips curving up into a smile.

"Yeah, I really do," he says, a slight echo in his voice as you walk into what you presume is the locker room. A bit of disappointment begins to brew in your gut when you realize that your conversation will be getting cut short. 

"I'm sorry, y/n, but it looks like we are gonna be clearing out here soon. If I don't shower before I get on the bus, I'm gonna regret it."

You can only imagine how bad the whole bus of professional soccer stars would smell. "No worries, you do what you need to do. What time do you think you will get to mine?"

"It's hard to tell, but I think it will be about six and a half hours from now," he says after a pause. 

"Sounds good, I love you," you smile into the receiver, your mind already trying to decide what you can do in that free time to make a day just a bit better.

"I love you too," he says. The last thing you hear on his end is the deep, authoritarian voice of Barou yelling in the background as he hangs up.

Sliding your phone into your pocket, you get off the couch and grab your car keys. Six hours is more than enough time for you to prepare a surprise for him.

~

After your phone call all those hours ago, the day you realized that you may have gotten a tad carried away preparing for your cozy night in with Yoichi. Looking over all your hard work, your heart swells with pride as you eagerly wait for your dejected boyfriend's mood to be sweetened by the fruits of your labor. 

And the over-the-top ice cream sundae bar you pulled together after being inspired by a photo on Pinterest. Ice cream is one of the best tools you have when pulling your boyfriend out of his post-game, probably low-blood sugar-enhanced funk. So you know he is going to love the extra effort you put into pulling it all together. 

Although the actual pints of ice cream are still in the freezer, you have set up some bowls with chopped nuts, sprinkles, hot fudge, whipped cream, and even some of those little cherry things. Sure… you also got dinner and some other snacks, but you two are adults, which means that you can eat dessert first.

With everything set up and ready to go, you scan your home one more time just to make sure you haven't missed anything.

The sweet smell of not-too-strong candles dance through the living room as a mountain of fluffy blankets adorn your couch. The coffee table is littered with some of his favorite video games that you guys can play together, and if he isn't feeling like playing anything, you have a few of his favorite movies on standby. 

However, spotting the FIFA disc at the top of the pile of games, you decide to tuck it away in a cabinet. The purpose of the sleepover is to cheer him up a bit and forget about soccer for the night.

The cabinet door shoots just as the knob to your front door twists, and an exhausted-looking Yoichi stumbles into your warm, welcoming space. His blue eyes seem to brighten when he sees you.

"Hi." he smiles as you hurry into his embrace. His lips are quick to find yours, and the sweet touch is like a remedy to him, alleviating the pain of a long game and longer bus ride. 

"Hi," you murmur, feeling more at home in his arms than in your apartment. "M' glad you made it."

"Me too; I hate those long bus rides." he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "Everyone was still so upset about the game, so no one said a word the entire ride. It felt like we were stuck in that box for a year." 

"That's no fun," you say, looking up at his tired features. After everything he has been through today, it is very possible he will just want to goto bed early and pretend this day never happened. 

The realization unsettles you as your sweet boyfriend looks around your apartment, taking notice of your hard work with that incredible special observation that made him a professional athlete. "Y/n, things look different here. Did you set up something?" 

"I have no idea what you are talking about," you say innocently as he takes your hand and wanders through your apartment. His face goes from confusion to bliss as he eyes your couch setup, the games, the movies, and the snacks you have strategically placed in your living room. 

"Did you do all of this for me?" he asks. 

"Maybe." you murmur, "I just wanted to do something to cheer you up since you were so upset from the game earlier.

"You're the best,"  he says, his eyes shining with love as he pulls you into his embrace. "I mean it, really. You blow me away." he starts to lead you to the couch.

"Wait," you say, abruptly stopping him from burying the two of you in a mountain of blankets. "We can't yet. You haven't seen everything."

"There's more?" his eyes nearly bug out of his head as you run off to the kitchen to pull the ice cream pints you bought out of the freezer before he sees. 

The mint chocolate chip pint you bought especially for him hits the counter with a thud, and he walks into the room; curiosity becomes a joy as he sees the masterpiece you have set up for him. "Surprise…" you smile, quickly fixing an out-of-place cup of toppings. "I figured we could start off our night by drowning our sorrows in ice cream. And then we can get to the rest of it."

His lips pout. "But Ice cream is for winners~ wait, Is that Mint Chip?" he asks, zeroing in on his favorite flavor. You can barely contain your excitement as he reaches for the scooper and hands you a bowl. "Wow, look at all of these toppings. You really went all out."

"I figured you could use a bit of a pick me up, so feel free to dish up on as much ice cream as you want." 

"This is amazing, I don't even know what to say." he chuckles dryly. "Just a few minutes ago I felt so terrible, and now I just feel so loved. Thank you, y/n, I really don't know what I did to deserve you."

He pulls you close to him and lets off a shaky, emotional sigh; although you are starving, you let him hold you as long as he needs to, even if it means the ice cream gets a bit softer in the meantime.

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network

[claimedcrossbows]

Served! Sanji x Fem!reader

Slight anime spoilers/foreshadowing.

This is OPLA Sanji though.

-

You were laid down in your quarters trying to keep the vomit down after you had been sick the entire night. Your head was killing you and you were simply not ready for whatever chaos was happening downstairs, but you had a kitchen to run, so you slowly got dressed, and slowly made your way downstairs to absolute anarchy.

“Y/n! We’re out of crawfish and it’s tonight's specials!” Your little sister says immediately approaching you.

“How did we run out of crawfish?” You groaned.

“Rasha forgot to order more and the nearest port ship is still a day away.” She explains frantically.

“Substitute it for lobster in the mac and cheese, and 86 the Crawfish Etouffe Balls.” You demanded hoarsely your vocal chords still fried from vomitting all night.

“Y/N are you okay? You look awful.” Your sister says looking at your haggard appearance and your overall sweaty pale face.

“Great, now go do as I told you, and make it quick rumor has it a critic is dining with us tonight!” You say the last part loud enough to attract your team of cooks attention.

“YES CHEF!” A chorus of voices ring out as you nod and all but wobble your way to the fridge for some much needed seltzer water.

Of all the days for one of the most known critics on the grandline to come pay your restaurant a visit it just had to be today when you could barely stand up right.

Fortunately for you you had a great team of chefs under your command as you watched them all hurry about prepping and making numerous dishes that looked about as masterful as could be.

You were by far one of the best restaurants on the grandline, your restaurant resided on a small beach in a lighthouse where many ships sailing by frequented your restaurant when they were in need of a good meal and conversation.

And you were no doubt one of best female chef’s the grand line had ever seen.

At just age 7 you had won your local cooking competition taking home a wonderful gift basket of exotic spices that had eventually lead you to your well known name of The Spice Queen.

You specialized in Cajun styled cooking, but you could cook just about anything in any style, you were well versed in cuisine having read numerous cookbooks throughout your life, you even knew quite a few special recipes to help revitalize sailors who were in need of more than just a flavorful meal.

Many pirates sought you out after large scaled battles that left them in tatters, if anyone asked any of those pirates what saved their lives and healed their wounds, they would name you.

Which is how you got your second name, as The Crock Pot Doc.

Yep, one taste of your special famous soup was said to cure a man on his death bed.

But none of that mattered if you couldn’t pull off a perfect dinner service tonight of all nights. You had to make sure this critic was absolutely blown away and you weren’t about to let a little food poisoning stop you.

So you chugged your seltzer water and began mincing and julienning veggies.

That was until a loud bang echoed throughout the entire lighthouse followed by a bunch of screaming and crying.

You quickly put down your knife and made it to the dining area where you absolutely could not believe your eyes at what had unfolded before you.

“WE NEED THE CROCK POT DOC, BRING THEM,PLEASE HURRY!” A man in a straw hat yellled looking around the room of patrons and chefs who had also exited the kitchen to see what was happening.

You stepped forward trying to process the sight before you, a group of pirates had barged into your restaurant all with desperate faces and who you could only assume was the captain carrying a orange haired woman who looked to be on the brink of death.

“I’m her, what the hell is going on??” You asked trying to wrap your head around this and the current state of your dining room that has been nearly destroyed by their barging in.

The straw hat man hastily made his way toward you carrying the woman with desperate eyes.

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy, and you have to save my friends life.” He said shakily but with a determination you could respect.

You laughed in disbelief, this man trashes your dining room on a special night and expects you to just save his friends life??

“And why would I do that?” You scoff looking at the state of the girl who looked worse than you felt.

“Because I’m the man who will be king of the pirates, and I promise I will pay you whatever you need and more if you save Nami’s life.” He says unwavering.

A few of your cooks scoff and laugh, “King of the pirates? This kid?” One of your cooks laughs.

You frown, “I don’t work for free, especially not when I have a important critic frequenting my restaurant tonight, there’s a doctor village not to far from here maybe a day’s travel at the Drum Kingdom-”

“She doesn’t have a day!” Luffy stresses.

Your frown deepens, your about to protest before a wave of nausea makes you wince. “Look I don’t have time for this I’m sorry but you need to leave-”

“Madam.” A voice behind this so called Captain Luffy rings out and you look past the kid and sees a tall blonde man in a black suit stepping forward, his face tense but gentle as he addressed you. “I understand your busy, but she will die if she doesn’t receive some kind of medical attention and I hear your not only one of the best cooks on these seas, but your cooking even rivals most medicines prescribed by doctors.” He says as he walks up to you.

“And you are?” You ask raising a skeptical brow.

“Sanji, The best cook in all of the east blue and maybe the world Mam’.” He says confidently as he shoots you a wink.

You immediately laugh, “Wow you have a lot of nerve to say that to my face.”

His face drops as he immediately shakes his head, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you I just-”

“Well you wouldn’t be a good cook if you weren’t cocky, so there must be some talent behind your words.” You say crossing your arms. “Your Sanji, Chef Zeff’s prodigy I assume.” You say watching his eyes widen.

A small smirk crosses his lips, “Ah, so you’ve heard of me madam?” He says flirtatiously.

“Yeah, I heard a flirty handsome chef trained by Chef Zeff himself has been making his name in the culinary world as one of the best chef’s out here.”

“Oh really?” He says his smile widening.

“Yeah, but it looks like they only got the flirty part right.” You smirk back watching his face drop.

“Sanji’s the best cook on the grandline!!” Luffy immediately defends.

“Yet he can’t make a healing dish?” You interject.

Luffy grunts in annoyance, “Look we don’t have time for this Nami’s dying will you help us or not!?” He shouts angrily.

“N-”

“You say a food critics coming tonight right?” Sanji suddenly says.

You turn to him and nod, “Yes and I need to get ready-”

“You look sick, how do you expect to impress a critic and you can barely stand up right?” He asks staring directly into your eyes.

“How the hell do you know i’m sick?” You questioned.

“I know when a lady’s suffering.” He says gently.

You didn’t know how to respond to that so you just let him continue.

“So how about a deal, I help lead your cooks tonight and pull off an exsquisit meal to impress the critic, and you in turn heal my friend?” He says.

“And what makes you think you can make any of my dishes East Blue Boy?” You challenge, honestly intrigued by the cockiness of this man.

“I’m a fast learner mam, just give me a sample of what needs to be cooked and i’ll make it.” He says.

You were about to deny this foolish request until the sounds of numerous peoples stomachs gurgling suddenly caught your attention.

“Uhhhggg, Chef Y/N we don’t feel so good.” One your top chefs say holding their stomachs.

“Neither do I.” Chef Rasha groans.

“Oh no..” Another chef groans running out the room and into the bathroom.

“I feel fine?” Your little sister says looking at you in disbelief as more and more chefs ran out the room in distress as you watched your customers quickly flee out the front door.

You couldn’t believe this..your entire staff had contracted food poisioning.

You look between Luffy and the dying woman and then back at Sanji as your stomach churned even more.

Uhg.

“Fine, but my little sister will be your sous chef, she’s basically the mini version of me so listen to her directly got it?” You say approaching the blonde man who’s flirtatious smile made its way back onto his face.

“Anything you say Madam-’ ”And please stop with the Madam, Call me Chef, Y/N.”

“Chef Y/n, beautiful name, fits a beautiful woman.” He says.

Your stomach churns again as you quickly grab your little sisters chef hat and proceed to heavily vomit directly into it.

“Wow Sanji, your flirting literally made her vomit.” A man says placing a pitiful hand on his shoulder.

“Shut it Usopp!” Sanji hisses. “I’m going to have my friends help me considering your now understaffed, is that okay?” He asks looking at your concerningly handing you a handkerchief from his suits pocket.

“Fine, but don’t let that one” You say pointing to luffy. “Anywhere near the food.” You say getting a strange vibe from the straw hat boy just from the way he was eyeing your customers abandoned plates of food they had left.

“Trust me, I wasn’t.” He admits.

“Fine its a deal.” You say reaching out your clammy shaky hand that he immediately picks up and kisses.

Your face contorts into disgust as you take your hand back, just who did you let in your kitchen??

-

Hey guys wanted to do a little Sanji One shot I think this will be a two parter but I thought it would be so cool if Sanji met another incredibly talented chef who just so happened to be a woman right before we meet Chopper at the Drum Kingdom arc!!

[sea-salted-wolverine]

In honor of the moose/Iditarod rule 34 chaos post reaching 1000 notes and then Dallas Seavy winning the Iditarod here are all the unhinged stories and things I know about that race

They changed the rules and schedules so you can't do this anymore, but there was a subset of mushers who would race the Yukon Quest and the Iditarod back to back. That's a 1000-mile race followed by another 1000-mile race through some of the harshest terrain on earth in late winter. And the Yukon quest doesn't even finish where the Iditarod starts. To do this required putting dogs in a plane OR having another team of dogs waiting in anchorage and someone to deal with both teams of dogs.

The first woman to win the Iditarod was Libby Riddles in 1985.

Only to have her finish promptly blown out of the water by Susan Butcher who won the race in 86', 87', 88', and 90' while setting speed records the whole way.

Susan did race in 85' but she ran into a moose early and it killed two of her dogs and hurt the rest so she scratched. Dallas got lucky this year.

She was also the first person to mush a dog team up to the summit of Denali, the tallest mountain in North America. This is not what dog teams are intended to do, I don't know why she even wanted to, other than to prove it was possible. I don't think anyone has since.

The race now requires GPS trackers on all the racers and you would not believe the bitchfit everyone threw over those. Mushers can either hop between checkpoints or camp on the trail and it may surprise you to learn that these are the kind of people who have secret camp spots in the woods that they don't want anyone to know about. So now, everyone has acquiesced to the tracker requirement but you must have an account on the race website if you want to see them.

The race has 2 paths that alternate even and odd years with different checkpoints but every year includes a section of race that crosses the sea ice, approximately 50 miles from Shaktoolik to Koyuk. so forget landmarks. point the sled north and hope you're going the right way.

the race is in honor of the 1925 Serum Run and the diphtheria outbreak, but the trail itself is the old freight route which is almost twice the length. also, it's a freight route for hauling freight which means the the racers are going at more or less lightspeed as compared to the intended use.

the most effective way to avoid frostbite on your face is a fur hood and duct tape on your cheeks and nose. Cold-related injuries are rare but far from unheard of. The average number of toes and fingertips among mushers is lower than that of the general population.

The finish line is a massive burled arch in the middle of main street in Nome. There is not a lot going on in Nome at any given time and this time of year is the exception. Every racer who finishes the race gets the same reception, which is everyone in town crowding into the finish chute to cheer them on and the city fire siren going off. The last racer in gets the Red Lantern Award which means that they finished dead last but didn't scratch.

the 2020 race had started and was fully underway when the pandemic lockdowns came into place. as far as social distancing goes, you really can't do much better than being isolated 100 miles into the middle of frozen nowhere but the checkpoints are itty bitty villages with no medical infrastructure and the finish was reportedly terrifying because instead of a crowd to cheer at the burled arch, it was just the siren going off in a ghost town.

there is no way I can tell this story that doesn't sound like I'm making it up as I go. The sign says no sniveling and they fucking mean it.

no really, click that link. here's the YouTube vid (non-graphic, after-the-fact interviews)

[medicetwork]

Mercs if they had modern day cellphones!

Heavy:

The screen is too small and his fingers are too big.

The screen also tends to hurt his eyes after a while but he absolutely refuses to turn down the brightness, saying it would make it even harder to see than before

His main favorite functions are video calls with Medic or his family and listening to music.

His life is complete when he discovers E-books

He can’t read them on the screen but he loves being able to clean Sasha while having his favorite book read to him

Medic:

Really doesn’t use it for much else than phone calls and the occasional google search at first

When he discovers mobile games that takes his interest though!

He becomes a candy crush mom.

Oh you have a broken arm? Wellll…You can tough it out, champ. He’s on level 7,229 right now.

He would make all the other men get Life360

Scout:

Total social media zombie(I say as if I am not one)

Surprisingly he’s very popular on apps like Twitter and Tik Tok. People think he’s hilarious!

Unfortunately somewhere along the way he says something less than respectful about something and his account gets banned

Eventually he’s on account number 6 and trying to regrow his following

It never recovers

He finds out about NFT’s

Sniper:

Mainly uses it to watch youtube and play music

His phone is always on silent and Do Not Disturb

He loves those videos where those guys go out into the middle of the woods and just start building a fucking house out of clay and sticks.

He prefers texting to calling, finding it much faster(he just like me fr)

Baffled by just how much porn he has access to now….

But he’s not complaining.

Soldier:

He doesn’t use it because he just keeps breaking his phones.

They’ve been dropped, blown up, set ablaze, dropped in water, eaten by a bread-tumor monster, eaten by Soldier(???) and run over.

Even if they didn’t get destroyed within 3 days he still wouldn’t use it for much else besides setting alarms and sending confusing group texts.

However, with each new phone he has gotten he asks Pyro for stickers and sticker bombs his phone just for fun

Has an American flag wallpaper

Pyro:

Watches a lot of Youtube!

They love art tutorials, cooking tutorials and those videos with the guys that put molten hot metal balls into water and those videos of people crushing things in Hydraulic presses

Their search history is so fucking strange:

“my little pony free episode”

“my little pony movie free”

“how to draw clouds”

“gasoline cheap prices”

They follow Scout’s pages and always send him nice comments and like his videos

Engineer:

Loves listening to music and watching movies on his phone

Eventually learns how to code and make his own apps

This is also how he discovered he could jailbreak his phone and turn it into a universal remote for his sentries

Very slow texter

Uses way more emoji’s than needed

“Hello yall 👋🏻 going to the hardware store today 🔨let me know if yall need anything while im out👋🏻🚶🏼”

His most used app is the settings app

Spy:

Of course all of his phones are burners.

He never uses one for more than one week

Loves pirating movies on it and watching them in bed

He has no contacts. No personal information and keeps his location off at all times

Likes to pretend to be different people and play around with Google and Youtube’s targeted ads and algorithms

One day he’s an 86 year old woman that’s recommended nothing but metal bands and funeral home ads

The next week he’s four years old and getting recommended Mario and Minecraft let’s play videos

He uses twitter

He’s doxxed many people on Twitter

Like Scout he has MANY banned accounts and has also hacked and stolen many accounts

…He hacked one of Scout’s accounts and got it permanently banned

Demoman:

Loves watching Top 10 videos

Also loves having so much ease and access talking to his lads

He video calls his mother often even she just nags him the whole time and keeps accidentally hanging up

Is frequently texting the other team’s Soldier and laughing at what he says back

Uses Discord and Reddit and is in many servers and communities that focus on paranormal activity, urban legends and cryptids

Actually makes his own youtube videos searching for said cryptids

Frequently comments “cringe” under Scout’s posts

[starityslife]

I feel like quackity is a goofy ah motherfucker during sex

Like just LOOK AT HIM

Bro would be like whimpering or sum then start doing the most out of pocket moans ever

Or like say your like getting your back blown out yk? (yes you do) and then he like randomly starts doing that stupid(hot)ass dance while he's still in you

I just thought of like bro like dressing up all fucking dope like tie, fancy suit, and then you see it and be like "where we going?" and he just be like "were having sex"

this makes no sense but I have a timer for how much I've been sleeping and in the last 86 hours I've slept 15 hours

help<3

[astroyongie]

For the angst blurb! Seonghwa please ?🫶🏻

-> warnings: seonghwa x reader, established relationship, mentions of addiction (benzos), angst, cursing, mentions of suicide

"I don’t know what you are talking about." Seonghwa said as he heard you yapping for the 10th time that day. 

Tiredness painted his face, the soft purple tainted his under eye and his lips were shattered. Seonghwa’s black hair fell over his eyes, as he ignored the piece of paper that you had slid in front of him. 

-30 dollars on monday, -86 on tuesday and -274 yesterday. All from your bank account. He knew he was fucked, when he saw the paper from the bank. Money he had stolen from you, in order to feed his own addiction. He scratched his covered arm, anxiety raising.  

“What did you do with the money?” you asked, rage flicking inside your iris. 

“Fuck” he cursed out, running his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly. His eyes were half lidded, and he was too high to even have this conversion with you right now. But there was no reason to lie to you.

“You know i need those pills, babe”

“You need to pay me back, Seonghwa'' Your voice was strong yet it dripped with sadness and frustration. Seonghwa groaned again, scratching his arm. “This money was supposed to pay for my tuition!”

“I will pay you back”

“Yeah? When? when you are dead and six feet underground from an overdose?”

Seonghwa stayed quiet at your statement, the words feeling like a whiplash of cold water across his heated face. He sighed again, looking down at his fingers. He wished he could stop his leg from trembling but he couldn’t. 

"Sometimes it feels like you don't even care about how I feel." Seonghwa blurred out and your laugh at his words made him grimace. 

“Don’t try to guilt trip me into this” you warned him as you got closer this time, your hands slamming against to the table next to him. “You are spending my money by taking drugs. At least take responsibility for your actions. Face the consequences of that”

This time Seonghwa looked up at you, a frown on his face and anger slowly flicking inside of him. He didn’t needed you to tell him about how wrong it was. He knew it. He was the one suffering from it. You trying to act mighty was only icking his brain.

“Money, money! Is that all that matters to you?” he spat looking at you “what about me? about my health? My life? my fucking life, y/n? don't you care about it?”

“Of course I care about you!” you tried to defend yourself. 

“Yeah? it doesnt fucking look like it” Seonghwa said as he stood up from the table, making you take a step back. “you always are present when it comes to demanding your money back, but strangely you are never by my side when it comes to helping me stay sober”

“Don’t say shit!” you yelled, coming at his face, your own tears swelling at the corner of your eyes. “I was there holding your hair when you were throwing your guts out. I was there crying when you got knocked out after taking that tablet of benzos. I was–!”

“Why didn’t you let me go to rehab?” 

Seonghwa’s voice was soft, lower. Your eyes widened at the accusation and you felt your chest tightened inside your ribcage. 4 months ago, Seonghwa almost died from an overdose, thankfully you had found him and been there to save his ass. Everyone including his friend Hongjoong had told you to just take him to the rehab. Truth be told, you didn't. Because you were selfish, because you didn't think he would make it out alive there, where he would be left by himself. or perhaps it was you, who couldn't imagine one second of your life without him. 

At your silence, he chuckled. “That’s what I thought. Y/n, let me help you out, yeah?” he murmured, cupping your face with his big hands. your tears dampened his skin but he didnt care. you noticed how his pupils were blown and how at peace he looked despite the argument unfolding. “I am taking them benzos because if i don’t I will just unalive myself. So stop bitching. And leave me alone”

You wanted to slap him across the face, to yell at him, to curse him out for being so reckless with his life. He wasn't only destroying himself. He was destroying you. your love, your heart. Couldn’t he see how much this was hurting you?

Seonghwa was high. Most of the time during your relationship. So when he saw you sob between his hands, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

“I am sorry, baby” he murmured against your skin. “You can’t save a man that doesn't want to be saved.”

[somethinginthewayiam]

Late night

(pic off tumblr)

a/n: I have to admit this chapter got away from me, it’s pretty long and super smutty, but what can I say? Chibs is very inspiring...

I listened to this song writing this chapter, maybe you like it as well. It certainly sets the mood.

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 3289

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), use of alcohol and drugs, pure smut with a hint of a story

Summary: you’re working late at the warehouse in a hot July night. Thinking you’re alone, you get a few drinks and smoke some weed until Chibs suddenly stands in front of you...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was late, it was hot and you were annoyed. You had a bunch of new people at CaraCara that needed their contracts and paychecks sorted out, plus some things needed to be repaired so you compared offers and crunched the numbers.

It was well past eleven PM, everybody was long gone and you were the only one left at the warehouse. The fan on the desk couldn’t compete with the hot July night temperatures and you also had to be careful to not have all the paper blown around.

You had put your hair up in a loose knot, only held together by a pencil. Your shoes were somewhere under your desk. The pair of jeans you wore today, were disregarded on the couch across from you. It was getting uncomfortable and you didn’t know what you were thinking putting on a pair of jeans this morning with already 86 degrees out.

You blew a strand of your hair out of your face as you turned around to the filing cabinet behind you, looking for an empty folder. You went through all the drawers. When you got to the bottom one, you found a bottle of whiskey and a little bag filled with joints in it.

“Thank you, Bobby”, you smiled to yourself and got both things out of there. You opened the bottle and took a big sip of the liquor. It burned going down your throat and you threw your head back, sighing deeply. You deserved a little break from all this.

You grabbed one of the joints and looked around for a lighter or some matches, but you couldn’t find any in the office. You knew there were some in the kitchen nook. You grabbed the bottle of whiskey and the joint before leaving the office.

With only the light from inside your office, you walked over to the stereo and put the bottle down next to it. You just pressed play and rock music started playing. It was the one they were using for the shoot this afternoon. It was a bunch of girls in leather outfits, posing on bikes and making out for some promotional shots.

When you had watched them from your office, your thoughts started wandering. How would you look in clothes like that? Would it look ridiculous or would it be hot? And would a certain someone like it?

When you now listened to the music, the same thoughts entered your mind. The music made you feel sexy and the influence of the liquor on your system started to show. You took another sip and put the joint behind your ear before you unbuttoned the bottom half of your sleeveless blouse and tied the halves into a knot around your waist.

You walked over to the kitchen nook and looked through the drawers until you found a pair of matches. You leaned against the counter and lit the joint, taking a drag of it. “Ooh, that’s some got stuff, Bobby”, you said to yourself. You blew out the match and threw it into the sink, letting some water run over it.

You put the joint between your lips, taking another drag of it and dancing over to the stereo to collect the bottle. You turned the music even louder, having it blast out of the boxes before you walked over to the set area. You turned on one of the spotlights and put a red filter over it, like you had seen one of the guys in charge of lighting do. Then you turned on some of the indirect lighting, liking the mood of it.

You swayed your hips to the music, the mixture of liquor and weed, the loud music and the heat of this July night getting you in a certain mood. You walked over to the shelve where they kept the toys for the shoots. You looked through it with the ease and curiosity of knowing that nobody was watching you.

 Chibs, which Jax had checking on the weapons for tomorrow’s deal stored in one of the backrooms of the warehouse where nobody but the M.C. was allowed, entered the warehouse at this late hour, surprised to find music blasting through the boxes. He drew his weapon and walked towards it only to find you dancing in a corner of the porn set. You were looking through a box and hadn’t noticed him yet.

He put away his weapon in the back of his pants and watched you dance for a moment or two. He felt something twitch in his nether regions as he watched your big, delicious ass swing from side to side, only covered in a pair of panties. He continued walking in your direction and the closer he came, the more he recognized the sweet smell of weed around you. He diverted his way over to the stereo and turned the music down.

 When you turned around to see what was going on, you were scared to find someone standing next to the stereo. Only at the second look, you realized that it was Chibs. You didn’t even hear him coming in.

You stood there in sort of a shocked state, the lit joint pinched between your thumb and pointer of your left hand, the opened bottle of whiskey standing on the shelve next to the toy box. You looked at him with big eyes as Chibs came towards you, wearing his Sons kutte, only zipped halfway with a black, short-sleeved shirt underneath it.

“I see ya found Bobby’s stash”, he simply stated, took the joint from your fingers and took a long drag. A thousand thoughts running through your head, but it was all drawn out by the buzz from the whiskey and the calming effect of the weed.

Chibs looked at you with a cocked head, waiting. His eyes said something like, “What’re you gonna do now, lass?”, and it made you swallow hard. You could almost hear his voice in your head. The tension between you was electrifying. The substances made you bolder than you actually were. You thought about it for a moment, biting down on your lip, contemplating.

You watched your hands reaching out to the hem of the kutte, pulling Chibs close to you. You got on your tiptoes and slowly put your mouth on his. Your tongue dove into his mouth, tasting the smoke of the weed he had just inhaled.

The mixture of the hot weather, the alcohol and the surroundings of a porn set made you inevitably horny. You’ve had a thing for Chibs pretty much from the first moment you met him and finally the conditions for you to be able to act on it, were in your favor.

You always had a big mouth, liking to tease and flirt but never the guts to act on it. A dog that barks doesn’t bite. Unless the dog is tipsy and high.

Chibs kept standing there, not doing much, but he kissed you back. He groaned at every swirl of your tongue in his mouth. It made you sigh at his lips.

When you pulled back, you found his pupils dilated, almost appearing black, heavy with lust. It turned you on to know that you turned him on. He made you bold.

You took the joint from his fingers and took a drag as you stepped back, walking backwards towards the bed. Chibs followed you, taking his motorcycle gloves off his belt and his gun from the back of his pants, putting them on the shelve next to the whiskey bottle. He then grabbed the bottle and took a good sip of it. Your eyes followed his every move, watching his Adams apple bop as he swallowed.

He reached out and took the joint out of your hands and put it between his lips. After taking a quick drag of it, he put it out in an ashtray on the shelve.

Chibs untied the knot of your blouse and ripped it open, only to find a magenta-colored lace bra underneath it, matching your panties. Far away, you heard the ripped-off buttons of your blouse hit the floor. He admired the view for a second, then slipped the fabric off your shoulders and it fell to the floor. He then reached up and pulled the pencil from your hair. Your long wavy locks fell down and spread across your back.

“You looking fuckin hot, lass”, he said and licked his lips, ready to devour every inch of you. Remaining in just your underwear, you took a step forward closer to him.

You reached out to unzip his kutte all the way and looked up at his dark brown eyes as you pushed it off his shoulders. You immediately grabbed his shirt and with his help pushed it up and over his head. It landed next to your blouse on the floor.

You found his upper arms and chest covered in tattoos and it made you lick your lips. He looked so fucking good and for a second you couldn’t believe that you were going to have sex with this hot biker. Before your normal, overthinking self could take over again, you grabbed his face and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.

His arms wrapped around your body and pressed you against him. You felt his hot, sweaty skin against yours and it made the wetness pool between your legs.

With his whole body, he pushed you backwards until your felt the edge of the bed at the back of your legs.

You lifted one leg at a time and put it up on the bed without breaking the kiss. You were now kneeling on the edge of the bed as Chibs was standing in front of you.

You finally pulled back and watched as he unzipped his pants, pushing them down to his knees, freeing his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight of it. You wanted to taste it. You needed to taste it.

You got down on all fours and reached out, wrapping your fingers around his shaft. It was hot and pulsing in your hand. A drop of precum leaked at the tip and you caught it with your tongue.

You gave his cock a long lick, from the base to the tip, catching the next drop. When you looked up at Chibs, he cocked his chin forward in a short motion, telling you to take him in.

You licked your lips again and then closed them around his tip. Your tongue played with him and you started to move your head back and forth.

You felt Chibs’ fingers running through your hair, collecting and holding it in a ponytail as he watched his cock disappear in your mouth and glistening with your saliva when it came back out.

You relaxed your throat, trying to take him deeper with every bop of your head. His grunts and pants set you in sort of a trance. All you wanted was to make him cum.

His hips started to snap forward and you put your hand that was still wrapped around his cock down on the bed. His hands were holding your head as he fucked your mouth, still being careful not to go too deep.

You heard him curse under his breath and his dick in your mouth swelled even more before he spurted his cum at the back of your throat. “Fuck, Y/N”, he groaned followed by a big exhale. Hearing him say your name when he came sent a wave of pleasure between your thighs.

You let him slip out of your mouth and swallowed his cum as you got back up, wiping the corners of your mouth seductively with a satisfied grin.

Chibs put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a hard, passionate kiss. The air around you was heavy with lust and sweat.

When Chibs pulled back from the kiss, his hands went to your breasts, pulling down both cups of your bra and putting both his hands on your tits. “They’re so fuckin’ big”, he mumbled, seemingly fascinated by them.

He squeezed and kneaded them with an urge, twirling your nipples in the process which made you throw your head back and moan out loud. Chibs used the opportunity and his mouth latched onto the skin of your neck, nibbling and sucking on it, making sure to give you something to remember this night by for the next couple of days.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him between your legs. “I need you”, you mumbled at his ear, moving your hand to the back of his head and tugging on his hair with an urge.

Chibs let go of your tits to push his pants completely off his legs, kicking his boots off in the process.

Meanwhile, you crawled over to the decorative nightstand and opened the drawer to find it full of condoms as you had hoped. You grabbed a package and ripped open the foil with your teeth.

When you looked up again, you found Chibs completely naked in front of you and the sight alone sent another wave of pleasure between your legs, your panties completely soaked by now.

Your eyes dropped down to his hardening cock and you licked your lips. If you wouldn’t need him between your legs so badly, you would have loved to suck him off again.

Faster than you would have given him credit for, he was on the bed and towering over you. He grabbed the package from your hands, pulled the condom out and threw the foil off the bed.

“Put it on”, he commanded you and put the condom back in your hand. Suddenly you were a bit nervous and your hands were slightly shaking as you reached for his hard cock to place the condom on his tip.

You felt Chibs’ hand at your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He leaned down and ran his tongue along your bottom lip. When you opened your mouth, your eyes fluttered shut at the taste of his tongue.

Instead of rolling down the condom your other hand started stroking his shaft, squeezing it slightly.

Chibs pulled back with his hand still at your chin. He ran his thumb across your wet lips. “I said, put it on”, he growled and pushed his thumb into your mouth.

You immediately started sucking on it and you finally managed to roll the condom down his hard cock. When your hand reached his base, he started thrusting into your hand in the rhythm that you sucked on his thumb in your mouth.

Fuck, this man could make you cum without ever being inside you. Well, apart from your mouth.

You started moaning and your hips were grinding into thin air as they were looking for some friction. You squeezed his cock hard and pulled him against you.

“Getting’ a little impatient, luv?”, he taunted and a dark chuckle rumbled through his chest.

He let go of your chin and with a hand on the back of your head, he lay you down on the bed. He kissed his way down your neck, over your bare breasts, but not without giving every nipple a little twirl of his tongue before moving over your stomach down to the line of your panties.

Normally, you would feel self-conscious about your belly, trying to suck it in or making it disappear somehow, but with Chibs, you didn’t even have time to think about it.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled it down your legs. You simultaneously reached around your back and unclasped your bra, pulling it off your body and chucking it off the bed.

Chibs pushed your legs apart, your heels digging into the mattress. His hard cock was only mere inches away from where you wanted him the most.

“Did suckin’ me off get ya so wet, luv?”, he taunted you as his fingers played with your entrance, collecting your wetness that was leaking out. He put his finger into his mouth and sucked your juices off. “Fuck, ya taste so sweet, darlin’”, he said in a low voice. His accent thickened with the increased lust pumping through his veins.

“Chibs, please”, you pleaded, your hips rolling towards him. You need him so badly inside you, you couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Ya want me?”, he questioned and ran the tip of his cock through your folds. It made your breath getting stuck in your throat, the electricity of that sensation running through your whole body.

“I need you, Chibs”, you told him eagerly.

His hands pushed your legs even further apart and then finally, he entered you. It was like an explosion between your legs to finally be filled by his big cock. You came right then and there.

“Fuck!”, you called out, arching your back off the mattress. Chibs was surprised, but just for a second, then his eyes got even darker.

His hips started jolting forward, pushing deep into you before pulling out almost completely. He quickly increased his pace, fucking you through your orgasm as you writhed beneath him.

When he noticed that you came down from your high, he slowed down again, making long, deep thrusts. He leaned down and started sucking on your neck again. Your hands came up to his back and your nails scratched all the way down to the dip of his back.

“Fuckin’ hell, ya feel good, lass. So tight”, he groaned at your skin. You tilted your head to the side and pressed your mouth onto his. You kissed him eagerly, hungrily, putting all your desire for him into this kiss.

“Make me cum again”, you ordered him after letting go of his lips. “Aye”, he muttered and got up. He pulled out of you and you winced at the loss. But before you could say or do anything, he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath your hips.

Chibs aligned himself with your entrance and pushed back in. His legs were straddling yours, his arms on either side of you supporting his weight as he slammed into you from behind again and again.

“Oh god, yeah, fuck me”, you moaned, your hands reaching out and gripping the bedsheets tightly. That new angle was fucking amazing. He made you even tighter by keeping your legs shut and it drove you both crazy. When he looked down where your two bodies connected, he was hypnotized by the way your ass jiggled with every thrust of him. It drove him wild.

You arched your back, lifting your ass as high as you could under the circumstances, pressing into his front.

His thrust became harder and quicker but uncontrolled, losing his rhythm a little. You were both panting heavily, moans and grunts and the clashing of skin on skin filled the room alongside the music that was still playing in the background.

“Oh baby, I’m coming. I’m coming”, you chanted with every thrust of his. Your nails dug into the mattress to relieve some of the energy. “Yeah, cum, darlin’. Squeeze ma cock with yer tight cunt”, he said through gritted teeth as he was about to cum as well.

“Fuck me, fuck me, Chibs, fuck”, you shouted as you felt your walls trembling around him, squeezing his cock as your orgasm washed over you. You felt Chibs’ cock pulsating and swelling up inside you as he released into the condom.

“Jesus Chroist”, he uttered as his body stilled before collapsing on top of you.

next part Aftermath

[love-byers]

After reading a few analyses on the nature of El's real feelings for Mike (and the whole mess they created in her head), I can't help but wonder what was, narratively in-the-greater-scheme-of-things, the point of El lying to him about how things were truly like in California, to the point of even begging her bully to help her keep up the front. What do you think it stemed off from? Is it related to El's sense of self? Did she (in early 86, maybe) realized she didn't want to get into his head that he should come "rescue" once he learned she was struggling so much? (thinking about s4 Mike saying something about the lines of "if only El wanted me there with her"/ "I should have gone with her" after she left for NINA -and, yk, El not really wanting him there either lol). Or was it just her not wanting the guy she's dating to know she was being bullied, she had no friends and that she was having a hard time with school out of (probably) teen magazine-induced shame (performative/prescriptive "I, as a teenage girl, am not supposed to show my weakest, 'most pathetic self' to my boyfriend")?

i honestly thought el's behavior was really unique in s4, like it wasn't what i expected. i assumed mike would be solace for her, that she'd confide in him. i was really surprised that she lied to him about the smallest things, like her best subject bring math when it's really her worst. but it makes a lot of sense

el was robbed of her childhood and we know that it eats at her. like that scene in s1 where she looks at nancy's stuff and all the pictures from her childhood. and although a certain fandom of a certain ship would disagree, el always sought out validation from mike. their bond was never strengthened by being different or staying true to yourself. it makes sense that her need to impress mike and feel validated would outweigh her trust in him and her need for his comfort.

it is crazy just how much she feels this way, though. like i was blown away when she asked angela to lie to mike. like that's insane. she went to crazy lengths to hide the truth from him--and in turn hide her true self. it's sad, really, and it breaks down mike and el's relationship even further

so yeah i think it stemmed from her being robbed of her childhood and just wanting to have a normal life and her distrust in mike

[thewisaaaaad]

SINCE I CANNOT FIND THE WORDS FOR THE TRANSITION

I have decided to create a timeline for my au, that should help me figure out how i want to lay it out

BW stands for before war: before the great war between gods that wiped out all but five.

AW stands for after war, when the final god was felled, the tyrannical god of Law that was cut down by Narinder

DW is the uncertain time during the war, because time and seasons ceased to have meaning, as night and day clashed, as time struggled to find peace, as no one, god or mortal, could find rest.

TIMELINE BELOW CUT:

universe is born. Chemach, Clunek, and Kludaii are created.

BW, some indeterminate time far in the past, soon after the universe: the first crowns are crafted, one being death, by Chemac.

130 years BW: shamura is born

108 BW: Kallamar is born

103 BW: Narinder is born, with Hypnos alongside them. Narinder is orphaned due to him being an "ill omen"

98 BW: kallamar is adopted by shamura

97 BW: Shamura earns the crown of war in a ritual held by the old god of war

91 BW: Narinder and Hypos' town is destroyed by a battle between Ala, god of storms and harvest, and another minor god. Narinder becomes a bandit to survive.

89 BW: Kallamar earns his crown as a successor to the previous god of plagues, do to his diligent research into the root cause of sickness (germs discovered)

87 BW: narinder encounters his first ghost, does a good deed for the dead at the behest of Hypnos, causing him to miss Shamura

86 BW: Narinders first encounter with shamura. Immediately adopted, due to shamuras visions

84 BW: hecket born

83 BW: Narinder finds his crown, with the old god of death having gone missing. they tend to do that.

80 BW: hecket is adopted, and leshy is born and adopted soon after. narinder found him :)

71 BW: the god of feasts dies suddenly under mysterious circumstances. no one knows what happened, except that they were murdered.

64 BW: Heket is chosen by the yellow crown. as was foretold.

64-63 BW: on new years, leshy just shows up after running off wearing the green crown. no one knew there was a crown of chaos before. Narinder is delighted.

45 BW: the Murder of gods continues to happen, and fingers are being pointed. narinder is a prime suspect, but his family defend him

25 BW: as the murders mount, someone steps forward to claim responsibility: Lucifer, god of law. He announces that any god that does not bow down to him will be slaughtered in 25 years. Sides are chosen, friendships broken, but the family remains together, Shamura being determined not to get swept up in this mess.

0 BW: battle horns are blown, war rages across the world. Seasons stagnate, the sun and moon fight, and still war itself declines to intervene.

?? DW: Chamech is wounded, and loses their mind. no further crowns are made. the war rages on

?? DW: time is dead. the sun and moon, without their gods, slowly take their original places again. few gods remain, but now War and their siblings enter the fray.

0 AW: Even law falls to death eventually. Many gods have been lost, allies that the 5 may have had going forward would not survive the battle. as was foretold, as always was, as always shall be.

the god of dreams and their crown fade away into nothingness in deaths arms.

3 AW: the old faith is established. Narinder now has little time to himself. the most time he gets to spend with hypnos is when he goes to sort the massive backlog of souls in the afterlife: gods and mortals, all slain in the conflict, both sides having worthy and wretched souls amidst their ranks.

he is not bored. Hypnos is always there to help him, when a judgement is hard for one person to decide.

256 AW: narinder finally manages to sort away the last of the souls that have died within the last century.

278 AW: narinder is now bored. Cult leadership is not for him, He's better at doing paperwork than administrative work. at least then he can have Hypnos by his side.

narinder begins to consider necromancy.

312 AW: narinder has perfected the art of resurrection. He did not even need his siblings help. all he needed was Hypnos. but it was not enough to bring hypnos into the world, to keep them by his side. he needed to delve further.

334 AW: narinder has hit a roadblock in his experiments, and goes to his sibling shamura for aid. Shamura is horrified that he got this far, but doubly so when he asks for ways to grasp power even further from his purpose, especially for someone who might not exist. Shamura fears their brothers madness. Shamura admonishes him, and he swears to halt his experiments. Narinder swears to do just that, and keeps his word. But Shamura is already possessed by Envy.

335 AW: Shamura raises their fears with their siblings. Hecket and Leshy are disturbed by what their brother has done (mostly because shamura says its bad), but Kallamar is initially facinated by what his brother has achieved, and is pressured by the others into fearing him. Kallamar may have been startled by Narinder before, but he could never fear his brother. he did fear Shamura. he feared that THEY were the truly mad one

350 AW: Here godly blood was spilled. Here Death no longer wished to wait.

Narinder is sealed, unhealing wounds are given.

Hypnos, narinder, and Kallamar, shed tears. Rage, misery, and regret.

Envy seeps deeper into shamuras broken mind.

1167 AW: Aym and Baal are born, and then stolen to be given to narinder.

1320 AW: Lambert is taken as a heretic, because they are unresponsive and could not deliver any praise to shamura. they are selected by shamura for an experiment.

1321 AW: Shamura commits the greatest heresy, and creates Hypnosis body. the red crown is made dormant to soothe the pain of the existance and torture that Hypnos finds themselves in. Narinder does not know where hypnos has been taken to. The crown does not have the strength to show him. he only knows that they are in pain.

1368 AW: Lamberts younger twin siblings, Adam and Eve, Rescue Hypnos from the tower, not realizing that the heavily disfigured and extremely expressive Sheep that they saved was once their sibling. They think Lambert is dead, and for all intents, he is.

1368: Hypnos flees from his rescuers, desperately seeking someone who could help them. they run into Kallamar, who seeks to amend past mistakes and takes in the lamb to mend their broken body. Heket learns of the fate of the red crown, and goes to inform leshy while kallamar helps hypnos recover.

1369: after making a miraculous recovery, and somehow keeping the lambs existence in Kallamars castle a secret from shamura, he takes it upon himself to train the lamb in the art of combat. The lamb favors curses, as their limbs are sill fragile and the crown is still unresponsive, though its eye is now open.

1370: a plan is hatched. The lamb will go to slay the mad sibling, now obviously so after having lost the lamb. The other bishops will amend past mistakes, and shatter the chains that they guard while the lamb shatters the fourth.

1371: the plan is executed. everything goes perfectly; the chains are shattered, and shamura is put to rest.

then everything goes wrong. The purple crown, now fully controlled by envy, puppets shamuras body. It gathers devotion, and then releases a maddening pulse that corrupts all the other crowns.

Then, having been the one to create the web of energy that ties Hypnos's soul to Lamberts body, disconnects the two with one slice.

The corrupted red crown returns to the underworld, and pride swiftly consumes the lord of death.

Hypnos would fall here, but a crown calls out to them, from a familiar realm that resembled the state that they had lived in for so long.

The crown of dreams rests heavy on their head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That's all for now! i still want to keep SOME secrets >:)

hope this'll keep ya fed for a bit

[matan4il]

Kibbutz menara in the north has been half demolished by hezbollah

Nonnie, I hope it's okay to add to this ask, another one on the same subject, kibbutz Menara:

Can you write about the huge damage to kibbutz menara in your next update post? Tysm for them

And just in case both are from you, I'm so sorry I hadn't posted about this before, I did think of adding it to one of my daily update posts, but then I thought this deserves a post of its own, so I hope this ask reply dedicated to the subject will do it some justice.

(also, thank you for the kind words about my daily update posts! That means so, so very much! *hearts*)

Hezbollah has been targeting civilian communities along Israel's northern border. Kibbutz Menara is situated incredibly close to the border. I heard one journalist, who described the distance as, "There's the border fence, a narrow road running along it, and on the road's other side, the kibbutz fence," but looking up Menara on the map, sometimes it's not even that. Here's the map:

The kibbutz is also high up the mountain, making it very easy for Hezbollah to target this community, and very difficult for Israeli forces to defend. This image can give you an idea of what we're talking about:

I heard on the news that when fire broke out at one point, firefighters couldn't even approach the kibbutz, because Hezbollah's rockets made it too dangerous, and they just had to sit back, and watch the fire rage uncontrolled.

On Dec 24, Orly Yitzchak, a senior member of the kibbutz, said that 86 out of 155 apartments at Menara have been damaged, so we're talking about over half of the homes in this community at that point. And that's about two weeks ago, when Hezbollah's terrorist activity on Israel's border has only increased since.

Just to give everyone some context regarding this kibbutz... It was founded in 1943, as a community for Jewish youths from Germany and Poland, meaning young Holocaust survivors. The land for it was purchased a short while before the kibbutz was established. The conditions were very rough at first, for example supplies had to be brought there on mules, and at the beginning, the kibbutz members slept in tents and caves. A proper road was only completed in 1947. The first water pipe took longer, it was only inaugurated in 1953. During Israel's Independence War, the kibbutz was besieged from March to May 1948, and food had to be smuggled in at night, while some of the younger kids had to be secretly smuggled out (if you read the novel Exodus or watched its movie version, there's a fictional account of this real event). The kibbutz continued to be under attack even after the end of the war, including its water pipe being blown up in 1965, and community members being murdered along the years.

That's some of what the elders of the kibbutz had been through, the same people who now, at their old age, are forced to evacuate their community, live as refugees in their own country, and no one knows yet if they'll have any homes to return to. Roni, one kibbutz member, said in an interview that it's the community's elders who are strengthening the rest, and asking the younger generation to return to it no matter what.

There aren't a lot of photos taken there since the start of the war, but here are a few, just to give you an idea... The first pic is taken out of a family's living room.

I hope this does the kibbutz some justice. My heart goes out to the community's members. Thank you for caring about them, Nonnie! I hope you're well, and taking care of yourself! Sending you lots and lots of love. xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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Sorry I should have put it on the post! Chapter 83, then he's resurrected on chapter 86 (before that he's just face down dead so you cant see his face)

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🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 86 🔞

Prompt: Can be found here - Felix x Fem!Reader

Tags: Narrator is female, referenced relationship violence, cheating (the narrator is still with her boyfriend), referenced dubious consent however enthusiastic consent with Felix, fingering, semi-public sex act

A/N: This one is a little heavy emotionally so I won’t be offended if you skip it. Blame the eclipse (says the one with 0 Aries placements)

“Sorry I’m late,” I sat across from Felix at our usual table in the library. He noticed the marks on my wrists in spite of the multiple bracelets and watch I had on to cover them.

”Are we gonna talk about that?” He nodded toward my wrists.

”I’d rather not,” I replied, trying not to rub the already bruised and irritated skin.

”Did he hurt you?” The edge in Felix’s voice was unmistakable.

”I said I don’t want to talk about it,” I tried not to snap at him and failed.

”Well I do and I’m your best friend so Best Friend Code takes precedence,” he said.

“Best Friend Code?” I snorted.

”Yes, now tell me what happened,” he said, softer this time. “Please.”

”Fine, but can we do it somewhere a little more private?” I asked.

”If that’s what it takes,” Felix agreed. He slung on his backpack and then picked up mine, too. I followed him to the elevator and up to the fifth floor.

”No one comes up here,” he told me. “Discovered that when I was doing my work study assignment last semester.”

He led me to the back wall and sat down, our backpacks in front of him. I sat next to him and took off the jewelry covering the marks.

“What happened?” He asked, carefully taking my hand to examine the damaged skin.

”Bondage. Guess he was too cheap to get the fuzzy handcuffs,” I said.

”Did you agree to it?” I felt like he was staring into my soul when he looked at me. Of course he knew I was drunk. He knew everything. I never told him the worst parts, but he filled in the blanks pretty well on his own.

”As much as I could,” that seemed like a good enough answer.

”So that’s a no,” he said. I dropped my head between my knees and tried to not cry. I felt his hand in my hair, gently petting it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it worse.”

”I don’t know what to do. I want to leave him, but I’m afraid of what will happen if I do. That and I’d lose 90% of my friend group because they’re all dating his frat brothers,” I sniffed.

”I’m here. I’ve made new friends and I’m sure they’d be happy to have you. They’re kind of annoyed because I talk about you all the time, but they’ve never met you,” Felix told me. I looked up and wiped my eyes.

”You talk about me?” I asked.

”All the time. It’s also possible they think you don’t actually exist,” he smiled at me. “Don’t forget I’m fully capable of beating the shit out of someone if I want to. So he can try, but he’ll lose.”

”If I did break up with him, what would you do?” I ventured.

“This,” he put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. It was everything my boyfriend’s kisses weren’t - soft, gentle, needy without being aggressive. I kissed him back and before I knew what was happening, I was laid out on the floor with him on top of me, making out like it was the most natural thing in the world.

”I swear if we weren’t in public right now…” he began when he pulled back. His pupils were blown out with desire, his brown eyes nearly black as he looked down at me.

”What?” I asked, feeling a distinct wetness in my panties.

”I’d make love to you and show you how a boyfriend is supposed to treat his girlfriend,” he answered.

“I want you to,” I put my hand on his cheek. “I want you.”

”Can I touch you?” He asked.

”Of course,” I nodded. He grazed his hand under my shirt and over my stomach.

”I was thinking of somewhere a little more intimate,” he grinned.

”Weren’t you the one who just pointed out we’re in public?” I teased.

”Yes, but I think I can make you come without taking your pants off,” he replied.

”Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow. He rolled off me then sat up, patting his chest.

“Your back to my front and spread your legs,” he instructed. I sat up and did as he instructed. He wrapped one arm around my waist and slid his other hand down my torso, under my sweatpants, and into my panties. I felt safe like this even though we were in public. I felt safe in his hold.

”Damn, you’re wet,” he observed as his fingers started to explore my pussy.

”All for you,” I replied, leaning back to kiss him again. He teased my clit before sliding two long fingers into me. I couldn’t remember ever being this wet. My panties were containing it. For the moment.

”You’re welcome,” he breathed against my mouth as he massaged my walls, taking time to focus on the most sensitive spots. I squirmed in his grip and bit my lip to stay quiet.

“I can’t wait to be able to hear you,” he grazed his thumb over my clit, causing my hips to buck on their own. “You liked that?”

”Yes,” I whined.

”Good,” he smiled against my lips as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. I’d only ever fingered myself and I definitely didn’t do it this good. I felt my pussy start to flutter around his fingers.

”Please,” I whimpered.

”No need to ask, darling,” he said, pressing down on my clit and sending me over the edge. Fuck, this was probably the best orgasm I’d ever had. He didn’t stop until he was sure I was finished.

”Can I ask you something?” I said when I caught my breath.

”Anything,” he replied.

”Come with me to dump that asshole,” I requested, nuzzling into his cheek.

”Absolutely,” he agreed.