#I feel like he would wear a red bandanna

[sweetninjacherry]

sketches I did

Soul guide AU Buddy and Tiger: @superherotiger

Pete is a dog AU (red bandanna Buddy): @hailfire-73

(Also don’t mind how bad I draw dogs this one of my first attempts)

[theghostoficarus]

God, I wish I could hate you. I wish I could forget like you did. I wish you could remember. I wish. I WISH. I WISH.

I'm sorry. I don't know why you cry. I'm sorry. I don't know why you want to hate me, but if it makes you feel better, I wish you could.

Context Under The Cut :]

Red and MK are at Mei's costume party! Guys wear dresses and girls wear suits! For the in-between you choose! Incidentally, both Red and Mk wore dresses because why not. On to the actual context lol

This is a scene in my crystal au. This is where Red Son puts everything together and figures it out. Red was suspicious of MK for a while but him saying that it was his old bandanna confirmed it.

At this point, MK already kind of knows but not entirely. He doesn't want to believe that Wukong would erase his memories or anyone for that matter!

[heartfeltcierra]

Reacting to you making/giving them a friendship bracelet Pt.3 Marine Edition (Issho, Koby, Smoker, and Garp)

AN- I've had so much fun making these! I hope you all enjoy

Masterlist

Characters- Fujitora, Koby, Smoker and Garp

(Find part one featuring Roger, Ace, Marco, Shanks and Doffy here)

(Find part two featuring Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Bart, Sabo and Law here)

Warnings/Content- Some angst in Smokers, Garp's part is NSFW ;)

More under the cut :)

 Issho (Fujitora)

 💜-This man is such a gentle giant 🥹

 💜- Since Issho is blind you try to gift him things that he can feel

 💜- So when you decided to make him a bracelet, you made sure to use different shaped and different textured beads

 

“Y/N is that you?”

 “Maybe~” You sit beside the large man and gently grab his hand “I have a surprise for you!”

 “What’s this?” His fingers run over the soft threads of the bracelet you’ve placed on his wrist. “Did you make this?”

 “I sure did!” You beam. “The base of the bracelet is a deep purple, so that it matches your outfit!”  

 “I see, any special reason why you made it my darling?”

 “It’s just like the bracelet says.” Issho was confused at first but ran his fingers over the beads of the bracelet. His smile widens, feeling that the letters spell out I love you.

 “I hope you don’t mind.” His large hands come up to cradle your face as his fingers trace over your nose, eyes and finally your lips.  “Since I can’t see it, I want to feel the kind and beautiful smile of the woman I adore.” 

 (Issho can actually see the colorful hue of the bracelet thanks to the love and kindness you put into making it)

Koby

🌸💕-  Koby was getting ready to go on his first overseas mission as a marine captain. Meaning he was going to be gone for a few months. 

🌸💕- You knew he was going to miss you just as much as you were going to miss him, so you wanted to give him something that would remind him of you. Thus you made him a bracelet

🌸💕- When you gave it to him he turned into a absolute, blushing mess (He was internally giggling and kicking his feet)

🌸💕- As happy as he was to receive the bracelet, he felt bad knowing he didn’t have anything to give you

🌸💕- You assured him that it was okay, but seeing you walk away empty handed left a bad taste on his tongue

  “Wait Y/N!” You turn around on the dock to see your boyfriend running towards you at full speed. “Koby?” You raise your brow as he tries to catch his breath.

 “Please take this.” Koby’s pink hair falls against his forehead as he unties the bandanna wrapped around his head. “May I?” You smile and bring your hand up so he can wrap the colorful fabric around your wrist. “It’s not a bracelet, but you can at least wear it like one!” 

 “Captain, we got the go ahead from HQ!” 

 “Roger that.”

 “You better get going captain.” You reach up and give him a kiss on his flushed cheek. “Come back to me, okay?”

 “I promise I will.” Koby’s hand wraps around yours as he pulls you close to him. “Let me give you one more thing before I go….” Your eyes widen in shock, feeling his soft lips press against yours for the very first time.

 You both pull back with embarrassment flooding your faces hearing the whistles and “Get it captain!” comments coming from the ship above you. 

 “I have to go now, love.” With a cherry red face he pulls you in for one last hug. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

 “I’ll be waiting.” 

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 “Where did that come from?” Helmeppo confronted the blushing boy as soon as he stepped foot on the ship. “Did she cast some kind of love spell on that bracelet?”

 “I don't know honestly.” Koby looks at the bracelet with a dopey smile plastering his face. “I love her so much.” 

 “I know that you love sick fool..... also why do you look like you're about to pass out?”

 “Because I am.” With that his unsteady knees finally gave out, sending him straight to the deck.

 Despite the fact it took him two hours to fully recuperate, he was still proud of himself for finally finding the courage to properly kiss you. (No bewitched bracelet required)

(Koby learnt a very valuable lesson that day. Love is a hurricane!! )

 

 Smoker 

💨- The second you gave him the bracelet he handed it back saying something like “I’m a grown man and I don’t wear silly little bracelets, go give it to Tashigi.” 

💨- Definitely not the reaction you were hoping for AT ALL

💨- You grab that bracelet and leave his office, but not before bitterly saying “It won’t mean anything to her….” 

 

Once Smoker finally got home it was already nearing midnight. He was making his way towards your shared bedroom when he noticed something colorful in the hallway trash can. He pulled it out and recognized it as the bracelet you tried to give him earlier.

 “Fuck me.” What you said before you left his office finally made sense to him. Why would you give Tashigi a bracelet that had his and your relationship anniversary date on it? “How could I not remember that it was today?”  Not only did he reject your gift, he also forgot today actually was your anniversary. Now he was feeling like an absolute asshole, but he’s dead set on making things right. 

 Smoker opens the door to your bedroom to find the comforter still in place. She’s not here. Then he checked the guest bedroom. Not there either.  He was about to freak out thinking you had left, but remembered he had one more place to check. 

  He felt a wave of relief wash over him finding you fast asleep on the living room couch. But that relief quickly turns into heartbreak, seeing the balled up tissues scattered around your curled up body. 

 “Y/N..” There was no gruffness in the way your name left his lips. “I’m so sorry.” He brushes the stray hairs out of your face and notices the puffy ring of red around each of your eyes. “My sweet girl.” He thinks back to earlier that day, how you were happy and smiling. But he selfishly stole that from you. “I don’t deserve you at all.”

 “Hell no you don’t.” You lift up from the couch and wack his hand away.

 “You're awake??” 

 “Yeah, I have been the whole time..” 

 “Listen Y/N, I don’t have an excuse for my actions and I won’t make one.” Smoker sat down next to you on the couch and took your hand in his.  “Just know I am sorry and I love you.” 

 “I thought you “wouldn’t wear a silly little bracelet” ?” You grab the bracelet on his hand with a quirked brow.

 “Well I didn’t know my silly little woman made it for me.” He replies with a smirk. “But even if you didn't, I should have accepted it.”

 “Yeah, but It’s in the past now.” You grab the blanket and place it back over your body. “I’m going to sleep, goodnight Smokey.”

 “On the couch?”

 “Is that a problem?”

 “No, I guess not.” You were hoping he’d pick you up bridal style and whisk you away to bed, but the big oaf just walked away. He never learns. “I’ll sleep right here then.” Surprised to hear his voice again, you turn around and see him throwing pillows and blankets on the floor

 “I suppose you will.” You huff and close your eyes.

 “Y/N.” You hum in response “I think you dropped something on the floor.”

 “Dropped wha-.” 

 “I may have lost track of time and forgot today was our anniversary.” You lift up from the couch in complete shock seeing the ring Smoker held in his hand. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned for our anniversary.” You could feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N?” 

 “You jerk…” You hold your left hand up, letting him slide the ring over your finger. “Of course I will.” You jump down from the couch and tackle Smoker to the floor as you cry tears of joy.  “I'm still mad at you, but I’m also really happy.” You pull away and look to see Smoker also has tears of his own forming. 

 “Babygirl I’m happy too and all, but...” His voice strains as if he were in pain. “Your knee.”

 “What about my knee?” You look down and see he wasn’t crying for the reason you originally thought. “Oops.” During the process of jumping your now fiancée, your knee had unfortunately landed on his privates. “Honey I am so sorry!” 

 “It’s okay.” You could tell he was holding back a scream. “I deserved it anyway.” 

 “Drop the Mr. Tough guy act.” You roll your eyes. “Want me to go get a frozen bag of peas or something?”

"........"

"......."

 “Please.”

 (Smoker may have lost his ability to have kids, but it was worth seeing you fawn over your engagement ring.)

 Garp (NSFW)

💥- Despite your relationship with Garp being a secret (For.... special reasons) he’s all the time sneaking you small trinkets or leaving you a stack of his rice crackers on your desk.

💥-He can't help himself, he just loves giving you things. (At one point he even tried to steal Sengoku's goat for you because you said it was cute💀)

💥- But you wanted to return the favor and what better way than with something handmade

  “Garp, can I come in sir.” You knock on his office door before reviving a gruff come in. “I have something for you.”

 “Is that my Y/N?" His rough tone softens seeing you standing at his door. “Don’t just stand there, come here.” He said while patting his lap.

 “Isn’t that a bad idea considering we’re both at work?” Your cheeks heat up at his nonchalant invite . “What if you know who sees me, he’d kill me for sure!”

 “Honestly, I hope that bastard walks in here one of these days.” Garp smirks before giving you a serious look. “And you know I wouldn’t let him harm a hair on your head, right?”

 “I know.”

"Good, so come here."

“I guess it won’t hurt, but only for a little while.” You sigh before crawling into the large mans lap.

 “Atta girl.” Garps arms wrap around your back, pulling you further into his embrace. “So what did you have for me?”

 “I can’t give it to you smother me to death!” You voice strains as you lightly smack his broad chest.

 “Oops, sorry.” He pulls away letting you get some much needed air. “You okay down there?” 

 “Yeah.” You nod your head as you grab the bracelet from your pocket. “Hand please.” Garp holds his hand out, letting you slip the bracelet over his large hand.

 “Well, would you look at that?” The older man studies the bracelet with a fond smile. “What a sweet girl, making an old man like me something so pretty.”

 “You're all the time doing things for me, so I wanted to show my appreciation and ” You reach up and give him a quick peck on the lips. “love~”

 “Your love huh?” You didn't even get the chance to reply before the man had you pinned down face first on his desk. “In that case why don’t you show me just how much you love me?”

 “Garp not here, we can’t!” It was to late, his hands had already ripped away both your uniform skirt and underwear.

 “Why, worried about your daddy seeing you?” Garp mocks while landing a hard smack on your ass. “If anything you should worry about him hearing you.”

(Garp absolutely loved the bracelet you gifted him. But even with that being said, he may like the "gift" you're giving him right now a little bit better. Or maybe a lot more, because in his eyes there isn't anything he loves more than getting to fuck Akainu's precious daughter.)

AN- To all my Y/N's who read Garp's part, click me for a surprise

[thecynthh]

whipped cream - C.S

synopsis - y/n wants to give chris a good christmas present for working so hard this december.

notes - SMUT, food play, tied up, roughish..? dom!chris, 1849 words

a/n - MY FIRST SMUT PLS BE NICE ALSO I KNOW THIS IS LATE FOR CHRISTMAS BUT YALLS DESERVE A CHRIS FIC INSTEAD OF KEEPING THE MATT SHIT COMING (also i’m a virgin and has never kissed anyone and it’s been 18 years so don’t judge if anythings like wrong :P)

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i sat down on the kitchen table wearing nothing but a santa hat and a lovely red lingerie set. this year for chris's gift i was going to let him play with me a little and try something new.

i was gunna let him do whatever we wanted to me, so to get him started i sat down on the large rectangle dining table in the house he shared with his brothers. luckily they agreed to staying out of the house for a couple of hours while i "wrap presents" for all of them.

in reality chris was going to have as much fun as he would like with me. i toy with the cap of the fresh whipped cream can i've bought for this occasion opening it up and squirting some into my mouth.

chrissy 🦌

i'm heading home soon, can't wait to see you y/n/n

y/n/n 💞

please get home soon

*sent picture*

chrissy🦌

mamas u can’t do that to me i'm still on the road

the lock jingles and a tall, slender man walks through the door. "immmmmm homeeee" i hear chris call out.

"i'm in here babes!" i say putting down my phone after scrolling on his instagram for a bit after messaging him.

“woah-“ chris has seen me naked multiple times but he stopped in his tracks when his eyes met my body, they then trail down to the multitude of gumdrops, gummy bears as well as the can of whipped cream that lay idol next to me.

“i thought it would be nice to surprise you with a night that’s all about you. i know how hard you’ve been working on youtube and it’s only fair that i get you a good christmas present.” i saw swinging my legs underneath the table. he drops his keys and walks over to fit between my legs, pressing his growing hard on onto me. my santa hat falls behind me when he attacks me with his lips.

our lips connect with need and lust, his hand slides towards my scalp from my cheek while his long fingers grasp at my hair pulling his face away from mine.

“i think this is the best gift i could've gotten this year.” i simply reply by moaning lost without his lips on mine anymore. chris wraps my legs around him while my arm collects the sweets and whipped cream, he goes ahead on sucking on my neck while he guides us both to his bedroom.

i land onto his bed with a plop, removing the cap from the whipped cream and squirting a bit into my mouth while chris comes down and opens his mouth to get some too. swallowing the frothy cream chris rips his shirt off attempting to match my amount of bare skin, i see the stretchy waistband barely peeking out of his pants making the man in front of me even more appealing.

he comes back to the bed after stripping coming face to face with me again and begins to speak “hey mamas? can we maybe try something please?” i nod in reply. before i could reply he unclasped my bra and slid it off of me letting my breasts bounce freely.

my hand caresses his cheek, “i trust you, forever and always.” he copies me and nods in reply before he reaches in the top drawer of his dresser and pulls out a couple of bandanas. he holds one in his mouth and scoops me up putting me closer to the edge of his bed near the pole of his bed frame. straddling me he ties my hands to the bed frame with one of the bandannas and wraps one around my head covering my eyes.

“oohh i like this,” i say rubbing my thighs together feeling the slickness of my juices spilling out of me.

chris’ pov

the girl below me is absolutely stunning, i know exactly what i want from her. “okay, this might be a little cold, don't be scared.” i squirt a little bit of the cream onto her bare right nipple, she squirms a bit underneath the cold slightly arching her back. it compensate for the uncomfortable sensation i rub her clothed clit causing a moan to fall out of her mouth.

i copy what i did to her right nipple to the left, leaving two mounds of whipped cream on top of her nipples, i smile at my accomplishment. “mmh chris,” she says layed down pushing her hips into my hand trying gain any type of friction.

i become swift with the rest of the whipped cream that i wanted to paint her body with. i draw a small C and S with the cream on her stomach enclosing it with a heart, i admire my work and add two gumdrops as an addition to the mound of cream on her boob to represent her nipple.

i remove my hand that was simultaneously circling on her clit and replace it with my tongue, i taste the material of cloth that’s the only barrier between my girl and i.

she opens her mouth wide to moan in response to the contact to her pussy. seeing this, I take the opportunity to put more whipped cream in her mouth and drop a layer of gummy bears in her mouth. her moans are muffled and she refuses to close her mouth keeping the cream in the same place as i put it down in. i pull my mouth away from her and look to my right.

i pick up the polaroid camera and my phone from the bedside table, first snapping a picture on the polaroid camera from an upwards angle showing off the wet spot on her clothes pussy and my work of art on her body. whipped cream filled her mouth and the bandanna still covered her eyes. i pull out the single film from the top of the camera and leave it on the bedside table.

my phone flashes and snaps as i take more pictures from separate angles taken in the scene i’ve made infront of me. once i’m finished i say “okay ma, you did such a good job. you ready to feel good?” a needy groan comes from her mouth.

i come over to her face and lick out all of the gummy bears and most of the cream that decorate her mouth, chewing and swallowing before i go back in. instead of taking out the cream i let it dissolve between our mouths as we kiss and i explore her mouth.

i pull back from her mouth and leave a trail of kisses down to her left boob. i lick around it, taking my time before heading straight into the pile of cream, she shrieks out of the sudden pleasure and arches her back pushing more of her breast into my mouth, i groan at the sudden choking feeling in my mouth.

i pull back and leave her boob with a pop, i move quickly to the other side of her chest giving the second one as much attention as the first. “uhhhhg chris, fuccckk” she’s whimpering and moaning while i touch her.

moving to her stomach i lick the sweet cream off leaving a trail of my drool on her still. i finally give her pussy the well deserved recognition and attention after finishing the letters i drew on to her.

i give it one more kiss before pulling down her panties, a string over arousal connects the fabric and her pussy. i spend no time connecting my mouth to her clit, sucking and licking. i put my fingers to good use and began to tease her dripping hole.

“please chris..” y/n sounds so good when she’s begging for me.

without warning her i plunge my fingers into her hole and start to work my way in and out, fast. the sound of her moaning my name and my fingers slide in and out of her echo through my heart. “i-i’m close please don’t stop,” i listen to her and give her clit a small smack with my other hand causing her to squirt on my fingers and face.

“holy fuck chris,” she says panting attempting to catch her breath. “can i please be untied and take off the blindfold i need to see you.” she says between the sweet sound of her erotic noises.

“of course you can, you deserve it after being such a good girl.” i lean back to get off the bed so i can take off my bottoms and untie her. i slide my boxers and sweats down when i stood up and then move back to the bed to untie the bandannas first from her hands then her face, a few tears streamed down the side of her face while she was laying down. i pull her up to face me.

“you think you’re okay for me to keep going?” i saw looking at her with full sincerity.

“mhm, i’m okay” she tells me nodding her head while she does. i collect a few pillows and push her head down to it face first in front of the mirror.

“all fours, ass up. i wanna see you through the mirror while i fuck you.” i say into her ear, she shivers when she hears me.

she obeys my wishes and i line up right behind her, i move my hips burying myself deep into her needy cunt groaning at the contact we both longed for.

i begin to move, sliding myself in and out, “holy shit, chris.” i pick up the pace leaning forward to reach y/n’s hair scrunching it in my hand. i pull her head up so she can see us through the mirror, her mouth is gaping open, making delicious sounds each time i pound into her, again and again.

“fuck y/n! you're so tight!” my other hand finds a place on her hips helping me slide in and out. “keep your eyes open babe, look at me fuck you.” i say in a demanding tone.

her legs begin to shake and her face contorts, she yells “chris!-“ that’s all i hear before her juices come flowing onto my cock. my thrusts get sloppy and my speed slows down a bit while i chase my high. it comes not too long after y/n’s

i push myself deep into her cumming with such force. my head hangs back while i slowly guide myself and her through our highs. i pull out and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving trying to catch my breath. i look over to y/n and she stays still with a fucked out expression on her face with tears stained onto her cheeks.

“are you alright ma?” she gives me a small smile and nods. “that was the best present ever, thank you.”

“of course, i’m glad you enjoyed it. now let’s go shower and go to bed, if i can even stand.” she chuckles at the reality of things.

“i’m sorry,” i say kissing her forehead and help her get up and head to the bathroom.

a/n - this is prolly shit 🫣

[anythingforjtk]

Scream for Me

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: ~2,500

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up!), light choking, fingering, mentions of murder (not seriously), minors DNI!!!

a/n: I wanted to pick a halloween fic topic based off of the list @hearts-hunger created! I picked topic 17 (halloween party) It’s different from the other fic I recently wrote but it was fun to make! enjoy the halloween jake smut 👻

“y/n would you hurry up! The uber will be here in two minutes!” Shouts your best friend Cam from the bottom of the staircase.

The two of you are about to leave for a Halloween party. You decided to go with a classic yet sexy costume, a pirate. You’re wearing an off the shoulder long white dress with a corset around your waist. You are covered in silver jewelry: necklaces, bracelets and earrings. You opted for a dark smokey eye and eyeliner in your waterline. Your finishing touches include fishnet stockings, black boots and a red bandanna over your hair.

“I’m coming Cam!” You reply before throwing your phone and keys into your purse and running down the stairs to meet her at the front door.

“You may have taken forever but I can see it was worth the wait, you look sexy girl. Now let’s go!” Cam pulls your arm and drags you through the front door, guiding you towards to uber.

Once you get inside of the car you finally have time to take in and appreciate her costume.

Not only is she dressed as Pennywise from the movie IT, but she is the sexy version. She’s wearing a white corset top, embellished with red pom-poms, small white shorts, clown makeup and a pretty orange wig.

“I admire your ability to be scary, funny and sexy all at once. You truly have a talent,” you giggle to her.

“Oh what can I say my dear? I’m multifaceted,” Cam says as she jokingly flicks her orange wig behind her shoulder.

The ride to the party is fast, only lasting about fifteen minutes. You both hop out of the car when you arrive and hook arms, walking to the front door together.

The party is hosted by Cams new boyfriend Daniel. You have only met him two times but he seems like a sweet guy.

Cam opens the front door without knocking and you’re immediately transported into a Halloween wonderland. You didn’t expect so many decorations.

The lighting in the house is dim. There are string lights and cob webs hanging from every inch of the ceiling. You see black and red streamers hanging from the walls and candles lit on every table. The kitchen island was filled with spooky treats and alcoholic punch. It is very impressive for a twenty-something year old guy.

“Wow Cam,” you shout over the loud and eerie music. “Daniel really goes all out. This is amazing.” You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.

“Isn’t it?!” She doesn’t seem shocked by his effort, only proud.

There are a good amount of people in the house. Not too many but not too little. Just enough for a comfortable party.

“Im going to search for Danny,” Cam shouts over the music into your ear. “Go get some punch and i’ll meet up with you when I find him.”

She runs off and you’re now left to fend for yourself.

You take her suggestion and walk over to the kitchen island to get a drink. You are completely sober currently and in need of something to lighten your anxiety.

Your pour yourself a class of the punch and it’s delicious. It’s strong, but really good. It is the perfect drink to get you drunk fast without feeling the burn of consuming alcohol.

You lean against the counter while sipping your drink and begin to people watch. You love taking in everyone’s costume choices. Some people are opting for a scary approach, some look beautiful and some look funny. It is interesting to see what people choose. As you’re looking at the crowd, you feel a presence beside you.

You look over to see a man wearing black from head to toe. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black chelsea boots and a black shirt that is holding on by one button.

You think the outfit is rather sexy but you can’t see his face. That is because he’s wearing a Ghostface mask.

He speaks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey I haven’t seen you at one of Danny’s parties before. What are you doing standing over here alone?”

His voice is kind and boyish but raspy. It’s very attractive.

“Oh my friend just recently started dating him so this is my first time here. I don’t really know anyone but her and she’s looking for Daniel,” you reply.

He extends his hand out to you, “Well my name is Jake. Now you know someone else.” You can’t see his face but you can almost hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

You reach out in return, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’m y/n.”

“Well y/n, I must tell you that I was intrigued to come over here and talk to you because you’re dressed as a pirate and if there’s one thing about me, I find pirates to be very intriguing.”

A blush comes across your face. You hope he can’t really see it through the mask he’s wearing.

“I hate to disappoint you Jacob but,” you lean in closer and whisper towards his ear, “I’m not a real pirate. Don’t tell anyone tho.” You shush him by putting your finger over your lips.

He giggles genuinely at your attempt at a lame joke.

Jake speaks up from behind the mask, “Well then you should know that i’m not a real cereal killer.”

“Oh damnit. I was kind of hoping you were,” you reply. Although you weren’t actually hoping that, the idea of a sexy and dangerous man in a mask turned you on.

“I mean, I can be anything you want me to be tonight darling,” Jake says with sex dripping in his voice.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the halloween party or the masked man in front of you but you wanted Jake to take you away from this party immediately.

“If you take me somewhere quiet i’ll show you exactly what I want from you mr. Ghostface. Just as long as you don’t kill me of course.”

Jake grips your wrist firmly and guides you up the stairs and away from the party noise at a fairly quickly pace.

He throws your body into what looks like a guest room, slams the door shut, locks it and pushes your body against the wall.

The room is dark, only lit by the moon in the night sky.

Jake begins to grab the bottom of his mask, getting ready to reveal his face to you but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep it on.”

His strong hand then snaps around your neck. You can’t quit see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal. He slowly moves his head so his mouth is hovering over your ear.

“I like you sweetheart.”

You slowly begin to smirk, knowing he’s willing to keep it on.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly travels down your body. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black thong covered in your fishnet tights.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod your head quickly in reply.

His hand shoots back around your neck. “Words baby.”

“Y- yes. Yes it’s okay.” You struggle to say through your heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he says while lowering his hand beneath the band of your thong. His fingers reached your heat and he begins swirling his middle and ring finger in your wetness.

Without much warning he shoves both of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the sudden contact and grab at his strong forearm to ground yourself.

“How fast do you want it baby?” He questions, wanting to know the proper way to please you.

“Fast and hard,” you moan out to him while leaning your head back against the wall behind you to prepare yourself.

His fingers start plunging in and out of you at a painfully delicious speed. He curls his fingers at just the right angel to hit a spot that makes you nearly scream.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead as he drives his fingers into you. You squeeze around him as you feel yourself starting to unwind.

“Come on pretty girl. You’re about to cum, I can feel it. Be so good for me and cum on my fingers.” he demands.

Hearing his silky voice speak those words to you were enough to have you unraveling on his hand.

“fuuuckkkkkk,” you scream out at a volume too loud considering there are other people in the house.

When you come down from your orgasm he gently pulls his hand away from your core.

“Open up,” he requests.

You follow his order. He places his two fingers onto your tongue. With his other hand he guides your chin to close around his fingers and he slowly pulls them from your mouth as you suck them clean.

You look down at his pants and see how painfully hard he is. You softly trace your fingers over his bulge and he sucks in his breath sharply as if you were hurting him.

“I want all of you. I want to feel you,” you say to him.

He picks you up from under your ass, carries you over to the bed, and slams you down.

While hovering over you with his hands on both sides of your head Jake says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He removes his jeans and boxers while you remove your corset and dress.

He’s left in nothing but his low buttoned shirt and his mask, while you’re in just your tights and a thong.

You make eye contact with his dick and notice how thick it is. It excites you so much that you notice your wetness pooling beneath you.

“You don’t have to stare honey, it’s all yours tonight,” Jake giggles to you, noticing where your eyes have been lingering.

“Then what are you waiting for Jacob? Give it to me,” you demand from him as if you’ve grown impatient.

He wastes no time and crawls on top on you on the bed and you both move up until you hit the headboard.

He reaches down to your core with one hand and rips your fishnet tights to create a hole.

You feely annoyed that he ripped your clothing for one minute until you realize you were never going to wear them again anyway.

His hands begin to explore your body. He grabs at your breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as you let out a heavy breath of ecstasy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he compliments you.

“I’d say the same for you mystery man but I haven’t seen your face yet,” you wink back at him.

He chuckles in response to you and continues working his hands over your body.

“Please Jake I need you now,” you practically beg him.

“You need me to what darling?” He mockingly asks you, wanting to hear you plead for it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you baby? Is that what you need?”

“Yes. Yes. Please,” you almost sound like you’re crying.

“Oh baby… I’ll fuck you so hard someone will think you are getting murdered in here.”

He pushes your thong to the side and lines himself up with your core. He snaps his hips against yours in one quick motion, causing you to shriek. He begins rapidly pounding into you.

He quickly grabs and pillow and puts it under your hips, making the pleasure triple. You grab at his back and dig your nails into him, slowly running them down his back, hoping to leave him with a memory of tonight.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good around my cock,” he says through his staggered breathing. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Jake you feel so good inside of me I never want you to fucking leave,” you shout back to him.

Your response to him causes him to moan deeply in chest, so much so that it sounds like a growl.

He grabs one of your legs and wrap it around his waist so he can reach a new angel. Between the pillow placement, your position, and his rapid thrusts, your body is experiencing a feeling it never has before.

You can feel his dick brushing past your g-spot causing you to yell out his name and a string of curses.

You start to squeeze around his cock, getting close to your release. You can tell he’s almost there too as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum with me y/n. I want you to soak my dick as I finish inside of you. Come on baby you’re almost there. Be good for me.”

His final praises bring you to the finish line as your body shakes through a mind bending orgasm. You let out a chorus of yeses and grab at his arms with all of your might. As you’re finishing you feel him twitch inside of you.

You both come down and catch your breath before he pulls out of you and falls onto his back on the bed beside you.

You turn your head to look over at him, still wearing the Ghostface mask, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit, yea it was,” he responds. “Can I take this fucking thing off now,” he laughs referring to the mask on his face.

“Oh please do,” you reply.

You feel nervous watching him begging to situate the mask to lift over his head. You have no idea what he looks like yet but you had been extremely attracted to everything he’s offered so far and there was no denying he is the best sex you’ve ever had.

The mask gets fully yanked off of him to reveal one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

You gasp out loud.

His hair is shoulder legnth and chestnut brown. His eyes are dark and filled with honey. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes compliment his deep eyes so well. He has a strong and sharp nose and plump pink lips. He smirks slightly at you, revealing his perfectly straight teeth.

“What? Did my face scare you sweetheart?” He asks as a joke.

You press your body into his and brush the sweaty hair sticking to his face behind his ears.

“The only thing that scares me is how attracted I am to you,” you say in full seriousness.

“You’re in luck because I feel the same way about you.” He gives a quick peck to your nose. “Give me your phone. Let me put my number in it.”

You reach down to the floor where your purse was thrown and grab your phone from it.

You hand it over to him and let him type in his contact himself.

When he hands the phone back you look down to see the information he filled out and giggle at the screen.

His number was put in its rightful place and his contact name was labeled as “Ghostface🔪”

[countrymusiclover]

18 - The Rock Shall Never Fall

Part 19

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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“Burn them all!-“

Those were the final words of my father before I watched Jaime stab him in the back with his sword. He’d told me to run and when I had pulled myself from the trance I was stuck in I bolted. Holding up the long material of my black and red dress I maneuvered throughout the Red Keep and away from the throne room.

Repeatedly looking over my shoulder and behind my back I wasn’t sure if someone was following me or not. Only a handful of guards knew about the secret passageways underneath the castle. Rounding the corner I collided with a smaller body tumbling to the cold and harsh floor. “Urgh!….Tyrion.” Rubbing my head my vision cleared showing me the dwarf laying on the ground before me.

“I told my brother the three of us should have made a secret code for this situation.” He groaned, pushing himself up off the ground, grabbing the burning torch he had dropped when we fell.

Brushing off the fabric of my dress I pushed myself up to stand apologizing to my friend and brother in law. “I’m sorry, Tyrion. I just wasn’t looking where I was going - Jaime - he - he killed my father.”

“I was afraid that he would have to. Everyone around your father was just too afraid to tell him in fear of being burned by Wildfire.” He admits with a sad expression. Lifting my head upwards I gasped hearing the sound of heavy footsteps above our heads. Meaning it had to be Robert Baratheon’s army. “We must go, princess.”

He extended his freehand and I placed mine in his before he dragged me through another passageway and down multiple stairs till we came out of the caves seeing sunset. “Where are we supposed to go? Surely they’ll notice me gone?”

“Don’t worry about it. I have something already set up with a local tavern owner. He’s agreed so long as I send him double the amount of coins to help pay for his rent.” Tyrion explained squeezing my hand in his, reaching inside his tunic he drew out a bandanna. “Wear this to hide your silver hair.”

Taking it from his hand I nodded before we stood outside of the tavern that was closest to the Red Keep. “I understand. But I doubt I’ll ever be able to repay you for saving my life.”

“You will one day. I have faith in you, Vaella. My brother will become a better person because of you.” The lion lifted his gaze up to meet mine. At the time I didn’t realize that he would be right about me and his brother. My current family was falling apart but my new family wouldn’t fall even if our home did.

It had been quite some moons since Jaime had left the Rock and that made me extremely worried. I had never had to sit somewhere and wait for him to return like this. When he was serving as a Kingsguard I was forced to be distracted while working as a tavern girl. Peaking my head inside the twins room I saw them playing with their toy swords that we had let them carry.

“I challenge you to a duel, lion boy.” Luciya aimed her sword at her brother wearing a short red gown and some boots.

Rhaegar drew out his own sword gently hitting hers with his blade. “No! I challenge you sister. We know who's the better swordsman in the family, our father.”

“So who got his skills? We shall see.” She teased with a smirk.

Leaning my body against the doorway I couldn't help but just silently watch my two children. Ever since they had been born I would often think about my mother. And how she never seemed happy around our father. Her children were the only thing to not make her feel like a prisoner that she was. I was forever grateful that Jaime had allowed me to be myself and be as free as I desired. “Take that, princess.” Rhaegar swung at her but she rolled underneath his sword climbing up onto the bed.

“Try again, brother. You appear too slow to catch little me.”

Rhaegar glared at her climbing up on the bed. “I'll get you, Luciya.” They each swung at the other playfully, jumping around the bed, causing the feather stuffed in the mattress to fly up in the air as they did so.

I was pulled from my trance hearing footsteps rapidly approaching me from behind. “Lady Lannister.”

“Lady Alys, whatever is the matter?”

The woman caught her breath before speaking. “There’s an army destroying the fleat. You must get yourself and the children to safety.”

“You know as well as I that the Rock has never fallen. We needn't have to worry about-” I sharply cut myself off remembering one of the passageways underneath could be broken more than others. “Alert Commander Antler to have a large amount of men in the sewers.”

Lady Alys questions. “The sewers, my lady?”

“Tyrion created those. He knows them better than anyone else. If the fleet gets in through there then we have a problem.”

She curtsies to me disappearing off. “Yes, Lady Lannister.”

“Children, come with me now.” I called out to them and they stopped playing their game running up to meet me. Taking Luciya by the hand, Rhaegar took her other in his, allowing me to lead them through the halls of our home until we reached one of the main guard towers the Maesters would send Ravens from. Entering that room there was a newly connected staircase inside the Rock that led to a dragon pit that was built for Amethyst and to occupy her great size.

My dragon rose her head up smelling us coming into the pit before Rhaegar asked me. “Mommy, what are we doing down here?”

“I thought we're not old enough to fly on her.” Luciya added on while I suddenly hoisted her up sitting her on the dragon saddle.

Picking up my son I did the same thing with him, moving over to the edge doing my best to look on and see hundreds upon hundreds of the enemy's ships coming our way. “There’s nothing to be worried about, my little dragon lions. You're mother will be right back. And under no circumstances are you to get off of her. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” They replied in unison before I slipped my way back into the hallways of the castle.

Entering the main war room I saw many Lannister soldiers gathered around a table and all eyes focused on me. Yet none uttered a word except for Commander Antler who was dressed in all golden armor compared to the others who spotted red. “Lady Lannister, you shouldn't be here. You should be with your children.’

“My children are safe on Dragonback. Now I'm aware that my husband is away but it doesn’t excuse me from meetings when someone may be trying to take the Rock for themselves. So what exactly is your plan here?”

Commander Antler explained. “The plan is to prepare to attack them. The Lannister Rock has never fallen.”

“Unless you recall the story of the Castalies who took over the castle and that’s why it’s called Casterly Rock.”

Another knight made a face. “What do you wish us to do, Lady Lannister?”

“I want you to not waste our resources when we all know the Rock is far too large and deficit to overtake. With that being said I want to speak with the commander of this army who challenges the lion and dragon household.”

An older guard raised a brow at me. “The late Lord Tywin would have had us show how strong the house is compared to the other houses.”

“Just because our combined house's words are Fire and Blood or Hear me Roar doesn’t mean we always have to choose violence!” Slamming my hands down on the table every guard in the room remains frozen and silent in the place they stood.

Commander Antler lowered his gaze briefly before he finally met my gaze gesturing with a hand to the two knights standing by the door. “Guards, please prepare lady Lannister’s dragon and watch over her children until she returns.”

Once everything had been taken care of I was back with Amethyst inside the dragon pit. Slowly walking towards her she lowered one of her wings and kept her gaze on me until I was seated on her back after 21 years of being separated from one another. She launched up into the skies where we flew over the fleet of ships of the enemy’s that were still standing. From high above I could see men running around until I found an open area on the nearest ship so I launched her down rocking the ship harshly throwing a large amount of water on it, while creating huge waves the other ships had to face. “Which one of you is the Commander in charge?”

“Nyke se jentys hen daenerys jelmāzmo hen lentor targārien. Qilōni issi ao? - I am the commander of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. Who are you?” A soldier removed his helmet and I saw a tan man standing before me and my dragon.

Recognizing that he spoke old Valyrian I didn’t bother to ask if I needed to speak English. “Nyke vaella lannister. Former prince se se tala hen aerys ii se rhaella hen lentor targārien. - I am Vaella Lannister. Former Princess and the daughter of Aerys II and Rhaella of House Targaryen.”

The soldier glared at me. “ īlon issi kesīr naejot gūrogon aōha rock hen ao. Obūljagon nykeā laehurlion īlva azantyr rūsīr violence - We are here to take your Rock from you. Bend the knee or face our army with violence.”

“Skoros’s aōha brōzi, ser?” (what’s your name, Ser?)

“Thorgha nudha” ( Grey Worm )

Replying with a heavy sigh I prayed that he would understand that trying to take the Rock was a ridiculous idea. “Thorgha nudha, bisa dīnagon daor sagon taken nyke assure ao. Don’t waste aōha jēda se vali’s lives syt nykeā ojūdan cause. Nyke giving ao se chance naejot obūljarion. - Grey Worm, this place cannot be taken I assure you. Don’t waste your time and men’s lives for a lost cause. I am giving you the chance to surrender.”

“Obūljarion iksos unacceptable isse issa dāria’s laesi. - Surrender is unacceptable in my Queen’s eyes.”

Amethyst growled lower and blew air out of her nose at him but he didn’t seem fazed until not even when I spoke again. “Aōha dāria iksos issa mandia. Therefore nyke demand naejot gīmigon skoriot ziry iksos rȳ bisa moment sīr bona nyke kostagon ȳzaldrīzes rūsīr zȳhon naejot avoid unnecessary bloodshed. - Your Queen is my sister. Therefore I demand to know where she is at this moment so that I may speak with her to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.”

“Ziry iksos nearing dārys tegorīr. Currently rȳ zaldrīzesdōron yn ziry won’t agree naejot aōha terms hen daor taking bisa sombāzmion. - She is nearing Kings Landing. Currently at Dragonstone but she won’t agree to your terms of not taking this castle.” Grey Worm had a threatening tone in his voice.

“īlon’ll ūndegon bē bona. - We’ll see about that.” I raised my head tugging on my dragons scales and she launched up into the sky again flying back to the Rock, landing in the pit calling out to Lady Alys who was waiting with my children. “Lady Alys!”

The woman of the Rock led the two children out by the hand. “How did it go, my lady?”

“I’m going to speak with their queen and get her to leave the Rock alone.” I offered my hand out to my daughter and son who were standing at the end of her wing laying on the floor. “You two can come with me.”

Lady Alys went to argue. “Lady Vaella. I must disagree with that decision-“

“If I can’t convince her to not seize the Rock maybe it’s little heirs can instead.” I tugged my little ones on dragonback, before Amethyst spread her wings open and we took off into the sky over the waters below us.

[melliotwrites]

Were Józef and Joey’s outfits meant to reflect each other (blue shirt, red bandana), or was that just a coincidence?

Yep, that was intentional! I'm glad someone noticed. I had these two red bandannas and thought it would be neat to imply Joey owned something that Józef originally owned (like, it had been passed down for generations; obviously this happens a lot more during the actual show. See stage directions post).

But I also wanted the dual symbolism of wearing a bandanna to perform manual labor (useful for wiping sweat, cleaning tools, pulling rope without hurting your hands,etc) versus as a fashion statement and symbol of masculinity (like a Boy Scout, the way Joey is wearing it.) It's like Joey's outfit is the Halloween costume version of Józef's -- which is exactly how Joey feels, too. On some level Joey wants the "look" without the struggle that Józef goes through, but the show also makes the point that Joey has no other options: this part of the past has disappeared so thoroughly that he can only guess at what it used to be.

~Mel

[desultory-novice]

What do you think a mirror version of Bandana Waddle Dee would be like? I'd been looking at my analysis of Shadow/Bloody Dedede a while back, and it really got me wondering...

A part of me looks back on that post and imagines that, with the mirror world's Dedede being possessed, Bandana Dee might take the combo of his loyalty and willingness to fight the king when he's being controlled by something to its natural conclusion, and basically sacrifice himself in an attempt to free him- but that's pretty angsty, and not exactly my thing.

In terms of personality, I could see him being a lot more independent- though still caring for his friends, just maybe not being as obvious about it- and more confident in himself. It's an interesting idea to me, since he's such an iconic character now, but was just a minor enemy in a Super Star minigame back when Amazing Mirror was released... but do you have any thoughts on it?

I had some thoughts on this! My first thought is, if it amplifies negative traits, there's going to be one of two ways this is going to go. It's going to amplify Bandee's feelings of inadequacy and normalcy and Bandee is going to be NOT prepared for all the gothic Castlevania horror of the Mirror World and as a result... not make it.

Maybe he dies fighting for his friends or trying to save Dedede. But you're right in that it's just a bit TOO angsty. It fridges Bandee rather than gives him a chance to shine. (Also, I already killed the Meta Knights in my Mirror Worldl HC so we can't go killing Dees willy-nilly.) And then I remembered two things: the fact that Scarfies, some of the most violent and aggressive creatures in Dream Land, are kinda EASY to beat in KatAM. So what would Waddle Dees become?

The other is The Apple Juice Song.

Bandee is a little...obsessed about growing strong, isn't he...? And being able to defeat his friends in battle...? What if THAT was the side of him that got amplified? What if, instead of taking after Shadow Kirby, Shadow Bandee took after Dark Meta Knight?

Strong, tough, unflinching. When Dark Matter Dedede is lounging around not caring about the state of Mirror Dream Land, it's Shadow Bandee who challenges every arrival to Castle Dedede to a fight before he's willing to let anyone "weak" walk through those gates?

And of course, he'd wear a red bandanna!

[theflyingfeeling]

Nineteenth Day of Gift-Giving: New Skills

Prompt: musical instruments

I hope you're ready for some teenage drama, because the high school AU is back! This time from Olli's POV 🥰 Read the previous part of the AU here 💕

~

“Fuck,” Olli swore as he dropped his pick on the floor, for about the millionth time during the sixty minutes of band practice and the now almost ten additional minutes after it combined. “He’s not coming. Joonas, I swear he's not coming. That’s just what he does to people, you know? He makes them think they’re… I don't know, and then just leaves them hanging, just like he did to Joel.”

Special, Olli completed the thought in his mind. He makes you feel so goddamn special and like you mean something, but then he changes his mind and takes it all back.

“Take it easy now, I’m sure he’ll get here soon.”

“I’m NOT nervous!”

“Didn’t say you were,” Joonas argued back, handing Olli his pick back. Olli fiddled with it for a while before pocketing it, just to save both their backs from having to pick it up yet again in a matter of seconds. “Although… you certainly look the part.”

The information made Olli groan in frustration. More and more by every minute that passed with no sign of Aleksi at the music classroom door, he regretted ever offering to help him with his bass skills. He was thankful for Joonas for keeping him company in the meantime nevertheless; had he been left alone to wait for Aleksi to show up, he probably would’ve either fled the moment he had convinced himself Aleksi had stood him up. On his way out he probably would've tripped down the stairs in his misery as well, breaking his bones as well as his own heart – either that, or he would’ve passed out from sheer overthinking. With Joonas staying behind with him on the pretext of offering to clean up the place with Olli and letting the others go home early, Olli would at least have someone resuscitate him back to life if things went south.

When Olli was seconds away from asking Joonas to give him a drive home so he could cry himself to sleep from all the disappointment and feeling like an idiot, the classroom door opened and in stepped an out-of-breath Aleksi, a wide smile already on his lips.

“Oh, thank god,” he panted, “I’m so sorry, I…” he brushed blond strands of hair off his forehead; only then Olli noticed he wasn’t wearing his signature red bandanna that day. “The philosophy teacher… I had to…”

In all his relief, Olli hadn’t realised he hadn’t even greeted Aleksi yet until Joonas nudged him to say something so Aleksi could catch his breath.

“It’s okay! I’m– I mean, it’s not like I have anything else to do.” Side-eyeying Joonas he saw his best friend pinch the bridge of his nose. “I mean… I’m glad you could make it.”

It was the best Olli could force out of his mouth, although it did not even begin to describe how he felt about Aleksi having arrived at last, washing away all his doubt and fear in an instant (only to replace them with a blush on his cheeks and butterflies in his stomach). Ever since last Friday when Aleksi had come in the music classroom to fetch his forgotten phone charger, catching Olli practising on his brand-new bass during recess, Olli had not been able to think about much else but the jamming session Aleksi had then proposed. He had wasted the entire weekend daydreaming about the scenario when he should’ve been writing an essay for English class, and their short conversation in chemistry about it last Monday had not helped his case one bit. By Tuesday he had not been able help himself anymore and had blabbered about it to Joonas, who had immediately proceeded to tease him about having ‘another date with the snobbish DJ dude’, no matter how much Olli kept telling him that the two of them going to a gig together a few weeks ago had not, in fact, been a date any more than this one would be. 

He was only going to show Aleksi a few tricks on his bass. It would be all chilled-out and casual and not at all date-ish. And yet, Olli barely remembered what they were supposed to be even doing when Aleksi was suddenly standing in front of him, his stupid blond hair all ruffled and his stupid eyes staring right into his, holding his tongue and thoughts hostage.

“Oof, is that the time?” Joonas made a show of squinting at the clock on the classroom wall. “I better get home, we’re going to grandma’s for dinner tonight. See ya, Olli!”

Just to buy a little more time before Joonas would leave him at Aleksi’s mercy, Olli pinched Joonas’ sleeve to murmur into his year.

 “You’re not gonna tell Joel, are you?”

Infuriatingly – albeit perfectly in-character – Joonas only winked and was out the door before Olli could throw himself on his knees in front of his friend to make him promise; Olli did not need the burden of getting on the wrong side of Joel for hanging out with his nemesis on top of all the cold sweat he was practically swimming on doing so in the first place, even without Joel's supposed judgement. Often he found himself shying away from even glancing at Aleksi during the day, simply out of fear Joel or anybody at all would catch him in the act. Some days Olli was sure that literally everyone around him would be able to see the yearning in his eyes and hear the lovesick sigh he suppressed every time he as much as had a glimpse of Aleksi’s red bandanna somewhere. Hell, he barely even dared to let himself daydream about the boy in the safety of his own bedroom at home, afraid the entire world might hear his thoughts which kept repeating Aleksi’s name and the awfully hilarious jokes he told him in chemistry every Monday, for each day that passed, the insides of Olli's head grew louder and louder, more demanding, more desperate.

Even seconds after Joonas had left, Olli was still staring down at his bass, knowing Aleksi would see the latest state of his blush if he looked up at him instead.

“So, ummm…” Aleksi broke the awkward silence, “did you wanna teach me some bass or…?”

Only then Olli dared a new glance at Aleksi. He saw a kind smile on his face, which immediately helped Olli to relax his grip on his instrument.

“Okay,” he smiled in turn and lifted the bass strap over his head. “I thought we could start with, umm, some basic chords?”

“Yeah, show me.”

Their hands brushed when Olli passed the bass to Aleksi, and at once his mind travelled back to their non-date at the rock concert. He still couldn’t tell what exactly had encouraged him enough to take Aleksi’s hand then – even though he had come to his senses the very second the show ended – and he almost lost his mind every time he thought about it too (which was more often than Olli would've cared to admit). He could only hope that this instance of feeling Aleksi's hand on his for a moment so fleeting Olli wasn't even sure it had happened at all wouldn’t have the same effect on him, because exam week was coming up and he desperately needed his both brain cells to cram his way through revision.

Once Aleksi had adjusted the bass trap on his own shoulder, Olli realised something, embarrassment making his neck sweat.

“Sorry, I forgot you’re left-handed.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I… it’s cool, no problem at all. So where do I put my hands? Is this okay?”

Olli guided him through a small variety of styles to hold one’s bass guitar, making sure their hands wouldn’t brush this time around, seeing he was one accidental touch away becoming a blushing, stuttering mess (more than he already was, that is). When Aleksi seemed to find his preferred grip, Olli proceeded to teach him some chords, as promised.

“So, ummm,” Olli took a quick breath in and helped Aleksi place his fingers on the strings of the bass. “This is C major.”

Aleksi said nothing when Olli arranged his fingers (his stupid, soft fingers Olli hopelessly wanted to intertwine with his own), which Olli was thankful for, considering how close Aleksi’s mouth was to Olli’s ear as he did so. Aleksi talking to him on a normal day was exciting enough; Olli didn’t even dare think how he’d react if he’d get to hear his voice up so close when he was already having a hard time concentrating on anything as he fumbled with Aleksi’s fingers.

“There you go,” he sighed when he was finally satisfied with their position. “And then you sort of… just… ummm...” 

A teacher’s career would surely not be one for Olli.

“Yeah, what am I supposed to do with this?” Aleksi wriggled his right hand.

“Well, you need to… like…” Having never taught anyone to play bass or any other instrument, Olli was struggling to figure out how he should instruct Aleksi from his current perspective on the ‘wrong’ side of the instrument. Before he would shy clear of it, he stepped to stand behind Aleksi to better help him with the position of his strumming hand.

“Like… this.”

A small smile spread on his lips when he heard Aleksi strum the chord with Olli’s help. 

“Ooh, did you hear how cool that sounded? Come on, show me another!”

“Okay, well,” Olli held his breath as he reached his left hand around Aleksi to help him with his chord fingers again. “This is how you do D minor.”

“Fucking nice,” Aleksi nodded when he heard the new chord, clearly satisfied with the sound. Encouraged by the reaction, Olli showed him a couple more and helped Aleksi to blend them together so that he was playing a little sequence: just a simple tune, but perfect for a beginner. Olli was having so much fun teaching Aleksi about his instrument that it was easy to forget how close they were standing to each other, Olli’s chest mere centimetres from fully pressing against Aleksi’s back.

“This bass has an amazing sound!” Aleksi said when he had finished yet another chord combination. His hand smoothened the shiny surface off the instrument.

“Yeah, I know. I got it for my birthday,” Olli said and, without thinking as his eyes followed Aleksi’s hand on his precious bass guitar, rested his chin on Aleksi’s shoulder.

He could feel Aleksi tense, although he kept fumbling for the chords Olli had taught him, as if Olli hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of possibly his entire life so far. He was almost about to lift his chin and yeet himself to the opposite corner of the room to hang his head in shame, but then Aleksi leaned back against him. It was probably the tiniest movement that was humanly possible to make, yet to Olli it felt as if a whole canyon had been closed between them.

So he kept his head resting on Aleksi’s shoulder and Aleksi kept practising his chords. In that moment, it was more than he had ever dreamed of in his days on earth.

Useless upon noticing Aleksi was doing just fine without Olli helping his fingers in place, Olli set his now somewhat trembling hands on Aleksi’s waist. He wanted desperately to wrap his arms around him, but the (stupid) bass guitar was blocking him from doing so. All he was left to do, thus, was to feel Aleksi’s warmth under his palms and against his chest, now lightly pressed against Aleksi’s upper back.

It felt nice, safe, somehow, to just stand there with Aleksi, in this bubble of music and closeness, with no pressure to do much else.

A sudden silence filled the room when Aleksi stopped strumming on the bass. Time seemed to stop then, despite the classroom clock ticking loudly on the wall as if to remind them everything was temporary, even comfortable little moments like this – or especially them.

Olli’s breaths became short when Aleksi tilted his head. His hair brushed the corner of Olli’s eye. His nose almost grazed Olli’s cheek. His eyelids lowered, making it easy for Olli to guess where his gaze was directed. 

A chink from behind the door startled them both and they stepped away from each other just in time before a cleaner rolled in with a cleaning cart without sparing the two of them a glance or an apology. That was their cue to snap out of whatever they had almost been doing (now they’d never know, Olli supposed) and collect their jackets and other belongings to rush out of the cleaner’s way before they’d get the janitor called after them. 

Once out on the corridor, Aleksi took Olli’s bass off himself and handed it back to Olli to put in its case.

“Thanks for this. You’re a great teacher.”

“I think you're just a fast learner,” Olli returned the compliment. He tried not to smile, as to not appear too… anything, but seeing Aleksi’s lips curving to a grin, Olli couldn’t help himself either.

“Would be cool to do this again sometime. Maybe I can show you something on the drums, if you’d like.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Cool.” 

They smiled at each other in silence for a while, as if afraid to break the spell they were on; as if neither of them were yet ready to step outside, where they would no longer be able to be and act as they did now.

“So, umm… see you tomorrow?” Olli finally forced himself to say.

“Yeah, see ya. Bye.” The last word was accompanied by a brief touch of Aleksi’s hand on Olli’s. Olli wondered if Aleksi knew that small, simple touch would be one of the many events from that day keeping Olli rolling awake in his bed the following night as he'd smile against his pillow, counting the hours ‘til they’d see each other again.

~*~

For the rest of the week, every time Olli walked past the music classroom, he gave its door a longing glance. In his mind he had visited their little musical moment countless times during the past days (and even in his dreams, but that was another story entirely), and he was losing his mind trying to find a way to actually walk up to Aleksi and ask when he’d be free again, not at all sure he’d be able to wait until Monday’s chemistry class for his next chance to talk to him. Even if he had the nerve, he was yet to figure out how to do so without drawing attention from his friends, particularly Joel, who kept slandering Aleksi whenever he saw the boy somewhere; never to his face, though, and Olli thought it was because Joel was perhaps more sad rather than offended about the whole incident between them and was scared his cover might crack and reveal the sensitive boy underneath it if he did confront Aleksi about it.

On Friday, Olli’s eyes were already on the music classroom door on his way to maths class. His plan had been to walk past as quickly as he could, because Tommi was with him and he didn’t need his friend to see him stumble on air as he’d remember Aleksi’s nose nearly brushing his or how warm he had felt against Olli’s chest which was now aching with all the yearning that filled his days. Then, at a critical moment as he was just passing the door, he heard the very voice which had been stuck in his head for days.

Tommi walked on towards the maths classroom, deep in conversation with Santeri, and Olli used the opportunity to stay behind and grant himself a second to drink in that lovely sound; he had somehow managed to go about almost an entire school day without even catching a familiar mop of blond hair disappearing around the corner, so he was desperate for any crumbs feeding his daydreams. 

He stopped behind the cracked door to listen and soon realised Aleksi’s voice wasn’t the only one echoing inside the room. Curiosity got the better of him as he peaked a look, careful not to reveal himself.

His surprise wasn’t great when he recognized two of the guys he often saw hanging out with Aleksi, caught up in an animated narration of something Olli couldn’t quite make out. One of them, Isac, was in Olli’s biology class, loudly and obnoxiously commenting on everything anyone said to make the group of girls around him crack up. The other was sat behind the drumset, and Olli couldn’t for the life of him remember his name. He quickly gave up his efforts to retrieve the guy's name once his eyes found Aleksi.

That very moment, Olli’s heart sank.

There Aleksi was, smiling his bright smile and laughing his intoxicating laugh at something the one behind the drums had said while his fingers kept strumming on a bass guitar. His fingers were working absentmindedly and skillfully without him even needing to look at what he was doing, Olli could easily tell. There was no way he could’ve made such fast progress in just a few days, considering where they had started earlier that week.

Olli felt like such an idiot.

He contemplated skipping the maths class to wallow in self-pity and to bash himself for being so incredibly gullible, an easy target for a bit of jesting. As the laughter from the music classroom roared louder, he decided he wouldn’t let such a sad little jackass get to him or in between him and his studies.

He was above that. He didn’t care.

In fact, he didn’t care so much that during the entire last lesson of the day, Olli hadn’t heard a single thing the teacher had told the class about equations nor seen a single letter on his textbook from the blur in his eyes he kept trying to blink away. He didn’t care so much that once he was home, safe and sound in his bedroom, he spent the next half an hour sulking under his blanket, trying so very hard not to soak it with the stupid, stubborn tears that kept rolling down his cheeks.

~*~

Olli was early to class on Monday. Or maybe Aleksi was late, possibly lounging around somewhere with his friends, making fun of the emo nerd who was so easily fooled into thinking Aleksi supposedly didn’t know how to play bass, for their entertainment. For all Olli cared, Aleksi could very well not show his face in chemistry ever again; at least he’d save Olli from the trouble of having to give him the cold shoulder (which would’ve been Olli’s pleasure, of course).

He didn’t look up when he heard someone apologise to the teacher for missing the first few minutes of the class. He didn’t make a move when the same someone pulled the chair next to him and sat down with a puff leaving his mouth. When the someone turned to talk to him, he found something incredibly interesting to look at on the opposite side of the classroom.

“Oof, made it. Terrible blizzard, eh?”

Olli was not in the mood to chat about the weather. 

He heard Aleksi shrug and flick through his textbook pages. This was followed by almost two entire minutes of silence between them, until Aleksi couldn’t keep his mouth shut for any longer, it seemed. 

“How was your weekend?” he whispered to Olli.

Fucking splendid, he almost replied but pursed his lips instead. Aleksi’s soft voice may still have given Olli the chills, but he wasn’t going to give up the silent treatment that easily, if ever.

However, after spending two days convincing himself that he was not going to bother himself about Aleksi taking him for a fool, it was surprisingly difficult for him to keep ignoring the boy next to him. He was hurt, very much indeed, but part of him already missed the way seeing Aleksi smile at him made him feel. His only choice to keep his cool was to keep his eyes fixed on the notebook in front of him, ready to fill the page with chemical formulas and his mind with anything else that wasn’t Aleksi. 

It seemed today’s lesson was not going to be one for making notes, as the page of his notebook was still blank when Aleksi’s hand appeared to write on it.

What’s up? :\

Even the wonky face was not enough for Olli to open his mouth or even grab his pencil, so he closed the notebook and stared straight ahead of him until the class ended.

~*~

Later that day, Olli was sitting on Joonas’ bed, plucking on his friend’s acoustic guitar while Joonas was spread next to him humming along. They were supposed to help each other revise for the upcoming exam week but hadn't got far, not with Olli’s mood and mind still being a mess after finding out about Aleksi’s unbelievably fast learning abilities and with Joonas’ attention span being that of a 3-month-old puppy’s after a bottle of Coke.

“So your lab partner came up to me today.”

Olli’s finger slipped to the wrong string upon hearing the news. It was too obvious a reaction as it was, so Olli decided he wouldn’t embarrass himself any further by asking why.

“He asked me to ask you why you’re not talking to him.”

Olli pursed his lips and carried on with the tune he had been playing before Joonas had brought up this unfortunate topic.

“So… why aren’t you?”

He couldn’t tell Joonas. How could he possibly, when just thinking about it made his eyes sting?

“Olli?” Joonas sat up and put his hand on Olli’s trembling fingers. “Olli, has something happened?”

Olli wasn’t sure if it was Joonas’ touch that grounded him or whether he had just been holding it all inside him for too long, but hearing his friend’s concern, he could no longer keep his eyes dry from the surge of tears.

“Olli, hey.” Joonas took the guitar out of Olli’s hands and set it on the floor before pulling Olli to his chest. “It’s okay, Olli. What did he do to you?”

It took Olli a minute to calm down his hiccups against Joonas’ hoodie before he could speak. He then told Joonas about what he had seen in the music classroom, how Aleksi and his posse had all probably been laughing at him and his feeble-mindedness and how Joel was right about everything he had said about Aleksi, everything. 

“Oh, Olli…” Joonas started rocking him, and somehow it helped Olli to compose himself, so that when Joonas next spoke, he was breathing normally again, his tears dried on his cheeks and his nose still sniffling quietly.

“Are you sure it’s not just some misunderstanding though? Or maybe you’re just that good at teaching bass?”

“Joonas, I’m not stupid.” Olli said, even though in that moment, seeing Aleksi picking on the bass with no struggle whatsoever, he sure had felt like he was.

“Of course you’re not. Either way, I think you should straighten it out, in case it is a misunderstanding.”

“So that he could take advantage of me again and laugh about me with his friends behind my back? Fuck no, Porko, I’d rather die.”

“Think about it though. And don’t tell him I told you, but he was on the verge of tears as well when he walked up to me today. Not that I pity him, after what he did to Joel. I just… ah, nevermind, I shouldn’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“No, it’s not my place. Forget it.”

“Don’t do that, Joonas! Just say it!”

“You’ll have to promise you won’t punch me if I do.”

It sounded suspicious already, but Olli promised.

“Okay, so, even though the guy’s clearly a jerk and has no sense of loyalty whatsoever, I do think you two would look pretty damn cute tog– ouch! Olli, you promised!”

He had, but he knew Joonas would forgive him for shutting his mouth before it would blurt out such absurdities.

Olli forgiving Aleksi, on the other hand? Not a chance in the world.

~*~

The following day, Joonas approached him after the second lesson of the schoolday with a stern look on his face.

“Let’s go,” he said and grabbed Olli’s hand.

“Where?”

“I’m tired of being Aleksi’s personal messenger, so you’re gonna have to solve this shit yourself.”

“Wha– no! I’m not talking to him! Joonas!” Olli tried to free himself out of Joonas’ grip, but he was strong for such a lanky boy.

“This is not debatable.”

Olli was clueless as to where Joonas was dragging him until they took a left turn towards the arts corridor. They reached the music classroom, where Olli half-expected to find Aleksi waiting for him already, much like the last time Joonas had pulled a stunt like this, but was surprised (and maybe just a tiny bit disappointed) to find it empty.

Then he heard muffled screaming from the storage closet.

“Let me out, you freak! I’ll tell the principal! And my mom! And– and your mom!” Aleksi shouted, the bangs on the door setting the rhythm for his threats.

“What the hell have you done, Joonas?! How did you shut him up in there? I thought only teachers could unlock that closet.”

“I, umm… came into possession of the key. Long story. Anyway! You’re joining him now.” The keys in Joonas’ hands tinkled until he found the right one and unlocked the door to the small room. Before Olli realised what was happening, Joonas was shoving him in, making him crash against Aleksi who was, in turn, trying to get out.

“And I'm NOT letting you out before you’ve settled this like grown... actually, nevermind. Just talk to him, Olli. Tell him what you told me. I’m gonna go have a wee now.”

Olli heard footsteps from the other side of the door receding and then disappearing completely when the classroom door was slammed shut. Then it was awfully quiet; the only sound Olli could hear was Aleksi’s breathing. He himself didn’t even dare do that yet.

“Hi,” Aleksi said. 

“Hi,” Olli replied by instinct.

He didn’t want to look at Aleksi, knowing he would’ve melted under his gaze like a popsicle in a July heatwave. He didn’t want to be the first one to speak either, knowing he would stutter and stumble on his words like a circus clown in his shoes ten sizes too big. He had already made himself vulnerable enough in front of Aleksi, already made a fool of himself by thinking what they had was something special – that he was special to Aleksi. 

“Have I, ummm… have I offended you somehow?” Aleksi asked at last. 

Olli kept his eyes on the floor.

“Because if I have, I wish you could tell me, so that I can–”

“Why did you pretend you can’t play the bass?”

The silence that then followed Olli could have described as dumbfounded, judging by what Aleksi said next.

“Huh?”

“I saw you. Or… heard you. Or… whatever.”

“Saw me where?”

“Right there.” Olli nudged his head to the door. “With your friends. Playing… the bass.”

“Oh,” Aleksi said “Oh! Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh hell… Ahh, fuck!”

From the corner of his eye, Olli saw Aleksi hide his face in his palms, and so Olli could sneak a proper look at him. He quickly averted his gaze the second Aleksi revealed his face again.

“Okay. This is gonna sound stupid and you’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Like you were laughing at me with your friends?”

“I– what?! No! Wait, did you think we were laughing at you?! Oh fuck, this is horrible,” Aleksi groaned into his hands again. “Of course we weren’t laughing at you! I can’t even remember what we were laughing about anymore because my mind was filled with memories of… you. Of us. Here, last week.”

Olli did not believe it, but oh god, how he wanted to.

“Olli, I’m really fucking sorry that I… lead you to believe I don’t know how to play the bass. But I just really wanted to spend some time with you, so fucking much, that I couldn’t bring myself to say no when you said you could teach me how to play. I just said yes without thinking and then I was too embarrassed to tell you the truth and then I was late to our meeting and you looked so cute and you had brought your new bass and you were so nice and patient and–”

While Aleksi babbled on, Olli slowly lifted his gaze again. He saw genuine distress on Aleksi’s face, in the way his eyebrows were angled into a frown and his cheeks flared up in a bright shade of pink. The rims of his eyes were wet, which brought tears to Olli’s own. When their eyes met, Aleksi was the first one to look away.

“Olli, I’ve been an idiot, I know. I’m sorry.” Aleksi sniffed. “If you don’t want to speak to me again, I… I get it. I just hope you know I would never make fun of you or purposefully hurt you. Never ever.”

Could it be true? It would be so sweet if it was. 

“So… what other instruments do you play?” 

When Aleksi looked up at him, there was already a hint of a smile on Olli’s lips.

“Well, ummm, the drums, as you know already. A bit of guitar. A bit of piano. Terrible at it though.”

“A multitalent, huh.” Olli lowered his eyes once more, afraid he’d give in too easily if the let Aleksi hold his gaze for too long.

“Wouldn’t put it like that.”

A pending smile was tugging on Aleksi's lips. They seemed keen on having Olli's own follow suit.

“I, uhh… just so you know, I really wanted to spend time with you too.” Olli inhaled and exhaled in hopes it would calm down his racing heart (it didn’t). “Still do. If you’d like.”

“I do! So much.”

Aleksi's hand stirred towards Olli's across the small space between them. Olli found himself disappointed when the hand seemed to change its mind halfway.

“How much?” Olli asked, his words terribly more bolder than he felt, somehow. When Aleksi stepped closer to him, all he could do was stand still, very still, as Aleksi finally took his hand.

“This much,” Aleksi said and gave Olli’s hand a squeeze. 

"How much?"

“This much,” Aleksi said and rested his forehead against Olli’s.

Olli was about to burst into flames from how much his cheeks were heating up.

“How much?” he asked one last time, despite his lungs barely finding enough air to breath or speak.

He felt Aleksi’s sigh on his lips before he heard his reply.

“This much,” Aleksi said and touched Olli’s lips with his own.

It wasn’t quite a kiss, but it made Olli feel weak at his knees and his ankles and his head and everywhere. It wasn’t a kiss, but it could’ve been, if it wasn’t for Joonas storming back in the classroom. 

“Okay, abort mission, guys, I totally forgot the choir practice starts here at eleven on Mondays, you need to get outta there, I can’t let Anna-Maija know I have this key!”

“Not yet!” Aleksi yelled at Joonas through the door. The rattle of Joonas’ keys stopped at this command, and Olli was about to ask Aleksi what on earth he thought he was doing but was never given the chance.

He had hardly even opened his mouth when he felt Aleksi’s mouth on his.

[itsgirlcraft]

Heyo yall, back again with more Steve OCs for Stevetember! And today I've got a pair of my Red Steves for day 25: quarrelsome!

This prompt fits them so well 🥰

Funny thing is, this morning I had an annoying time outside (me? Going outside? What a shocker). Almost lost my bandanna, had to run back for it, ran into a spiderweb, AND it was hot out :')

Soooo after a sec I realized I needed to chill bc it wasn't THAT bad, and then remembered my OCs + this prompt! Decided to put that annoyance to use :]

Okok so we've got my SS/RQ Red oc (Orhystes) on the left and my RQ Red-Orange hybrid oc (Ravinde) on the right!

The AU is just a slightly modern version of RQ where the Red Kingdom has phones and office buildings, mostly. And at the old SL kingdom's ruins, there's a secret portal to the Steve Saga/Steve Saga Origins universe (not sure which still).

I actually got annoyed with them not having names while writing this so I literally grabbed a name book and did it lmao. Work smarter not harder 👍 Orhystes is a combo of Rhys and Orestes, Rhys means rashness in Welsh, and Orestes is a Greek mythological figure that was extremely (almost violently) loyal. Ravinde is a slight change in Ravinder to be like Ravid, Ravid means adornment or jewelry in Hebrew and Ravinder means rushing water in Old French, implying an intense joy for life!

Anywaysssss...so the story goes that Orhystes came through that portal in the ruins, and grew up in the Red Kingdom. He didn't know he was just a different type of Red Steve, and hid parts of himself he was told were ugly. He grew up believing anger was a sign of stupidity, and therefore, he was an idiot every time he gave in to his emotions. He tried to be "wise" in the ways that the kingdom taught him, even though it didn't come naturally at all. He even brute forced learning to teleport (since non-Purple SS Color Steves often can't teleport, iirc).

Steve Saga Red Steves don't just have fire hair, but also a distinct facial and body structure, alongside neck fur, horns, and a furred tail. They also have unique markings on their arms and faces, and more of a "fanged" appearance compared to RQ Reds. Orhystes would always wear hats and shave his fur, and had cut off his horns long before he was an adult. He was born without a tail. That is, until the plot comes along and snatches his coping mechanisms. His origins fully transform him, leaving him feeling incredibly alienated. Ravinde decides they need to learn more, and an adventure ensues.

Ravinde's parents had to "divorce" when he was a child because of the Red Kingdom going into hiding, his father is an Orange Steve and his mother is a Red Steve. Still, Ravinde sometimes sneaks out to visit. He has a very good sense of style and loves makeup. In part because he likes to cover his orange patches, despite the fact that he knows "fitting in" is not artistic. He has a dramatic streak and likes to flaunt his stuff. He became friends with Orhystes as a young adult, and despite his angry personality, Ravinde trusts him with all his heart. He genuinely believes Orhystes is smart in a way the kingdom has never seen before, much like himself.

Man, this was long haha

[lilmcttens]

Night time fell on the Boiling Isles after Luz got her new Palisman. It was then two figures came through the same portal that Luz and the others came through two dogs then came through One wearing a red Bandanna and the other wearing a blue with Snowflakes on it. It was two terrier mixes clearly brothers. Dodger the red Bandanna one was wearing a suit alot like captain Americas with a shield made of vibranium. Shortstop the one with the blue bandanna and white snow flakes didnt have any of that and didnt need to and many would find out later why.

Dodger and Shortstop looked around it was dark...and quiet.. but Dodger noticed what appeared to be a giant skull and in the sky a house? What was this place?!!! Dodger- "I got a very bad feeling about this..." he said to his brother who was feeling weird just being there something was interfering with his magic ever since he stepped in that goo back in Connecticut it was weird. He felt a little tingle

Dodger- "Hey...you good brother?" he asked him knowing something was off.

Shortstop shook himself and focused then felt normal again. "Yeah...Im good Dodger..." he said feeling his magic grow. "We need to find who is responsible for this...I know we shouldnt but lets split up.."

Dodger- "Shortstop that's crazy...this is an unknown place..."

Shortstop- "Exactly if we split up and something gets one of us then of us will still be here...so please trust me I promise you we will always find our way back to each other."

Dodger knew this was a bad idea but he trusted Shortstop with his life. "Alright, Captain...I'll go this way... and you go the other way."

Shortstop- "See you soon." he said as he and Dodger did the paw shake and walked in the opposite direction. Shortstop walked through what appeared to be a forest of trees but then...rocks...

He looked up at the house in the sky and raised an eyebrow.."Well first time for anything." he said as he continued to walk. He then saw what appeared to be a light...at the base of the center of an open area. "Well this ought to be good," he said walking in that direction but then his nose picked up a smell...it was an animal smell? Or something he wasn't sure...but he sensed he was now being watched...by someone? But who?

👻⊱ A residential Witch was indeed close by; She heard the sniffing of another creature/animal. This fourteen-year-old witch was already on edge from her home being turned into a giant gameboard with all her loved ones Titan-knows-where? No telling where that magical cherub was now; but the last thing she needed was to be tracked by a monster or a slitherbeast!

The teen's golden eyes widened; the shadowed witch could hear the sniffing sound getting closer! Was the beast even aware that she was there? Should she send her palisman to check things out?

"No. Giving away your position when in stealth is never the right decision."

She thought to herself. The creature kept its nose close to the ground, but she could not see it. She backed herself against a titled tree curled over to match the starry aesthetic that was now how her home looked. She uses it as a cover to conceal herself in shadow.

Oh no, Oh no, it was getting closer. Too close for comfort!

She didn't have to panic, she didn't need to find a weapon. Armed with her witch's staff. She took a step forward ready to strike if she was seen. She saw a glimpse of white, brown, and slightly dark blue, but that was it!

[abysscronica]

Could you do like a double thing with 3/ 19/ 22/ 35 for drake and birdie vs kid and birdie?

Sure!

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.) [already answered for Drake/birdie, scroll down]; Kid/birdie: birdie uses the bandannas Kid used to wear around his waist (pre-timeskip).

19. How do they feel about PDA? Kid/birdie: no shame, they'll even grope each other in public, they have sex in public places too but Kid actually takes care that no one sees birdie and then walks out alive (whereas he had sex around people in the past and he didn't care). Drake/birdie: nope, not their thing.

22. What reminds each of their partner? Kid/birdie: birds for Kid, anything flaming red for birdie. Drake/birdie: fire weapons for Drake, reptiles for birdie,

35. Who's more artistic? Kid/birdie: Kid, he puts art in his metal craft. Drake/birdie: mm... I see Drake as someone who would enjoy drawing when he has the time, sketching from reality to be precise. [birdie is not very artistic in general, but she does create nice stories when asked]

[levforfakes]

ok I'll start with percy, i like it when people have their original names so he'll have the nickname percy but be called like perses or smth more fem. she's got like a wavy sort of shoulder length hair? im thinking of book percy, so like she always puttingn her hair through it and pushing it to one side and shit, yk?

ok annabeth. idfk what kind of name, maybe like asher or smth, though not sure if that fits his vibe, im trying to go with names that start with the same letter so maybe like alexander. he definitely doesn't have like a really neat haircut, its like fluffy and frizzy and and messy and he never cuts it, im thinking sort of like magnus, since yk they're cousins.

next one is grover. her name's grace, her bf juniper calls her gracie. she's got body hair. shes half goat. shes got big fluffy hair, like shoulder blade length, and she'd wear smth like short skirts and long sleeve pretty shirts. and i think she wears it in braids or smth with flowers in it from junipers tree.

luke: luke's name is luka. she's still got short hair, sort of masc and def gels it, idk just feels like her vibe. she likes wearing pretty dresses like prom dresses and switches them off with tuxs and stuff.

ok jason now. i think jasons name would be Jay, like just the nickname, maybe she never learned her name when her mom left her idk. but she has a wolfcut, im obsessed with wolfcut jason either way so yk. (friend told me she prolly couldnt cut her hair during her time in new rome, so she had the most atrocious high pony tails and buns)

piper: i think piper is gender neutral so, it works. leo and jay still call him pipes and beauty queen and stuff. he's got long pretty hair that he always, i mean, always wears down. he likes wearing flowerey shirts and baggy pants. like a small shirt big pants kinda guy.

leo: my fav. leo's name is like león or leóna. but again, still goes by leo. shes got like a chin length cut, curly and shit. she wears her regular shit, dirty fucking clothes, but shes likes it when piper does her makeup (rly well bc piper's dad was hollywood shit). especially red lips and smoky eyes.

hazel: still hazel i think. honestly im so bad with names despite loving to come up with them. i would say hudson maybe? old fashioned and pretty. He's got the same hair, long and pretty, and he likes locks and likes having them with pretty hair rings with crystals on them (not sure if thats what you call them). he puts them up in big braids and ponytails.

frank: frances ig? i dont really like it but cant come up with something else. i think she still has a buzzcut, with her mom being military and all. she wears the same stuff and is still buff and fat and shes got broad shoulders and i love her sm.

reyna: honestly i think ryan would suck for him so like i found reina as a masc name, so... idc if yall dont like it. i do. so. he's got a shorter more military cut, like what that main percy fanart is? love him as well. they're honestly so similar.

clarisse: changed to clarice. with choppy oily and also dry hair at the same time. its like a bit past his shoulders but not very clearly because its so choppy. he always wears a bandanna too.

selena: adding her bc i love her. selenus maybe? going with greek inspired names but you all can give me ideas, so. i think he's got very nice hair, very smooth, very silky. cant decide if its long and he braids it like a pretentious bitch or he has it like a weird little anime boy. like the basic shiny shit, with bangs.

beckendorf: though his name is charlie. i think it would be charlotte obvs. she's got shoulder length braids because working in the forge is better when your hair is short. shes still buff again, still percy's bisexual awakening.

nico: don't know how i forgot him. niccolà. she has pretty short hair, only a little emo, i think she's got a strip of it dyed blonde that switches between bright neon colors and j blonde depending on the mood. will does it for her.

will: willa, or willow. so pretty. she always has it in a bun because she's a medic and you cant get hair in your face when youre doing a surgery. nicco def calls her willoughby. she also has bangs but pins it out of her face with bobby pins or shiny girly hair clips. sanrio hairclips. nicco uses them too. bc theyre girlfriends.

coach hedge: still coach hedge. but maybe hester bc i like it. same hair, basically j hedge but butch

chiron: legally cant sjow boobs but totally would bc centaut things. same name. long ponytail shes got greys and mr d fucking loves them. forced to put it in pigtails with the party ponies. french braids too.

last but least sally: sal. is still aspiring writer, still has a ponytail. he still is a heartthrob at his candy shop. not balding because hes a god jk but not rly. his hair is also greying both in a sexy way, like middleage dilf kinda thing.

i'll reblog with the gods and others i forgot.

@genderbenduniverse

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Seven: Remembering (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

I lay down ta sleep that night, think’n ‘bout why Jack didn’t want me near Brooklyn. Afta toss’n and turn’n, I can’t help but remember when I first met him…

5 years ago…

3 days. I’d been on my own for 3 days, and I’d already felt like I was gonna either die by hunger, or by being mugged. I hadn’t planned on it- Father was just in another bad mood, but this time he’d beat me a little bit harder. In a fit of rage and fear, I’d grabbed my coat and a single apple, along with the only thing left from Mother: a simple gold ring.

I’d already learned not to show off that I was a girl, and that I could get scraps from sympathetic mothers. Tonight, however, it’s raining and I don’t have a place to go. If I linger too long in one place, some bum comes out with a broom, trying to shoo me away like I'm a stray dog.

I’ll never go back to him, but what else can I do?

“God, what can I do?!” I whisper-sob as I fall to my knees underneath a fire escape. The rain washes out my tears, and I feel I couldn’t be more alone… when an unexpected hand gently pats my shoulder. I look up, quickly wiping the tears off my face so I seem tough. It’s a boy, about my age, wearing a red bandanna and a… cowboy hat?

“Are you lost?” he asks in a worried tone.

I hesitate to answer. I’d played this game before- let a guy know I'm alone and he thinks he can walk all over me.

“I'm… I'm waiting for someone.” 

He looks at me questingly, then says: “Maybe, but if you’s like me they’ll neva come. You’s all alone, ain’t ya?” Before I can come up with a rebuttal, he says: “It’s ok. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. I’m Jack,” he extends his hand, which I cautiously shake. “You need a home, don’t ya?”

“I’m just fine,” I say, even if I don’t believe myself. 

Jack chuckles, but then seriously says: “You’s not fine! Why else would ya be out in tha rain? How would ya like ta come with me ta tha lodg’n house? Me and all tha Manhattan newsies live there. You’d have a home, a family, and a start’n job of sell’n papes.”

I squint. “Is it hard?”

“Nah. Not if ya go by a few tips I has to offa.”

I frown. “Are all the newsies guys?”

Jack scrunches his face. “Why should that madda? You’s an orphan just like all of us- ya should be treated just tha same.”

“Well, I’m actually not an orphan. I… ran away.”

Jack isn’t fazed. “Did they beat ya?”

“A little. But-”

“Did they treat ya like trash?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Then you’s an orphan.”

“Just my fadda. My modda’s… dead.” I look down as not to show my sadness.

“I’m sorry ‘bout your modda. Look, here’s tha deal: you’s come stay tha night and tomorrow I’ll show ya how to sell. If ya don’t like it, ya can move on. And I promise: nobody’s gonna hurt ya. We’s a family, and we’s all look out for each odda.”

I consider this. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.

“Ok.”

“Great! What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Carlyle.”

Jack’s eyes go wide. “Carlyle? As in tha rich bum across town?”

I nod.

“Ok, here’s my first tip: Don’t go tell’n folks yer name. If you’s wanna stay away from yer fadda, keep your mouth shut, ‘cause when people hear you’s Carlyle’s daudda they’ll be dragg’n ya back for cash.”

I nod intensely, never having thought of that myself.

“As far as anyone knows, you’s Becca, or Becs. And ya have my last name, Kelly. Becca Kelly. Got it?”

I nod again.

“Good. Now, let’s get oudda this rain.”

I follow him through the water-soaked city until we get to a 3-story building with life a-buzz inside it. I then notice the sign says: Newsboys Lodging House.

I frown, and Jack notices.

“Don’t worry- Kloppman’ll let you stay here. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Um… ok.”

“By the way, how old are ya?”

“I’m 12 in two weeks.”

“Hey, I’s 12 just 3 months ago! Guess this makes me your big brodda!”

“Oh… thanks.” I say, joy peek’n through the clouds in my mind.

As soon as we enter, noise fills my ears. Jack takes my hand comfortingly and leads me up the stairs. On the way up I see lots of boys- some sleep’n, oddas are chatt’n or just lay’n in bed. A few notice me, but only a select few take interest. When we reach the top floor, the one I’m assuming has all the older guys, a bunch of calls ring out.

“Hey Jack!”

“Welcome back, Cowboy!”

“Where were ya?”

“It’s pour’n outside!”

There’s all kinds of characters: a kid with an eye patch, one with a crutch, another with a cigar- and lots more. Then they notice me.

“Who’s tha kid?” One in tha corner asks- one in a bad mood, I’d say.

“Fellas, this is Becs. Or you can call her Becca.”

“Wait- she’s a goil?”

“That’s right, and she’s gonna be stay’n with us, so make her feel welcome. No mess’n around, right Race?” Jack asks, directed toward the kid with the cigar.

“No problem, Cowboy.” He looks at me. “Hey doll, ya don’t need ta be spooked by me,” he says with a goofy grin.

“Also, you’s gonna need ta keep your tuck yer hair in unda a cap,” says someone else.

“And dress in a shirt and nickas.”

“Yeah, that way ya get taken more seriously. And don’t tell ‘em you’s a goil.”

“Why?” I ask, not entirely sure.

“I don’t know! ‘Cause- ‘cause they’s think it’s weird fer a goil ta dress like a guy? It ain’t ‘traditional.’”

“Um… ok?”

“But don’t think we’s don’t think you’s pretty,” the first kid says, earn’n a few punches from the oddas. But I can’t help smile. Maybe these guys ain’t so bad afta all.

A cute guy with curly hair and wide eyes sticks out his hand.

“Hiya! My name’s Crutchy, ‘cause of my bad leg. Nice ta meet ya!” 

Shyly, I take his hand and shake. It feels nice to be wanted...

That night, I got ta know tha fellas bedda, and even got my own bunk, and had tha best sleep I’d had in months- and I had Jack ta thank for all of it. And a few months lada I got ta meet Specs…

I think I’s gett’n tha hang of this newsie business! I sold all my papes by noon, and had time ta watch tha horses with Race! Now it’s gett’n inta even’n, and I just wanna relax in tha lodg’n house. On tha way up I call out ta tha younga newsies, who reply with yawns and sleepy smiles. When I reach tha top, I see Jack- and some odda guy. One with glasses, which really sets him apart. That and he’s always caught up in a book. At foist I didn’t think much of it- lots-a guys come and go. But this one’s been stay’n a while. It’s got me wonder’n- is he stay’n?

I walk up and look at Jack for an explanation.

“Hiya, Becs. This here’s Specs.”

‘Specs’ smiles friendly and waves. “Hello.”

“So you’s tha one who likes ta read?”

He nods. “Yeah. I can read, but I can’t write too good. I’m try’n though.”

“Where’d ya learn?”

“My folks had me in school ‘til last year. They…” he frowns. “They died. Sickness took ‘em.”

My face falls. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’ve learned ta look afta myself, and try ta continue my education. It’s what my folks would’ve wanted.” 

I nod. “I can write. Ya want any help?”

Specs’ eyes light up. “Really? Ya’d do that?”

“Why not? I’s just glad you ain’t look’n at me funny.”

He frowns. “Why would I do that?’

“‘Cause Imma goil, and folks don’t look too kindly on a goil with an attitude who can read and write.” I cross my arms.

Specs gapes, look’n me up and down. “You’re a goil?”

“Yup.”

“What are ya do’n here?”

“Same as you. Got nowhere else ta go, needed a job.”

“Well, I feel anybody can be smart, boy or goil. Thanks for tha offa. I mean it.”

I smile. “Thanks. But for right now, you’s bedda claim a bunk- ‘cause Skittery and Blink always have a brawl ova ‘em!”

Specs picks a bunk near tha door, and as soon as he does everyone starts shov’n fer bunks. Mine is always tha one by tha window- and they’s all know it.

Maybe I just helped Specs make some new friends.

3 years later...

When Benny started his gang, he specifically picked me out to be his target. No clue why. He’d try to bully me into giv’n him my papes, ‘til they’d start pick’n fights with me. Word spread fast that they were no good, and soon every newsie knew to watch each oddas backs. But it still kept me awake at night.

“Benny will neva go away,” I complained to Jack one night while we was up on tha roof. “How can I’s look forward ta be’n harassed by-”

“Hey, hey! You know I’s always gonna be there for ya.” He sits up next ta me. “I’m your brodda- I ain’t gonna let a guy near ya- it’s in tha job description. Don’t worry. See all those stars up there… Hey- have I eva told ya ‘bout my newest dream?”

“No. What is it?” I ask curiously.

“That one day, you and me go ta this place out west. It’s called: Santa Fe.”

My eyes squint. “What's it like?”

“Like this.” He pulls out a picture of a beautiful landscape covered in sunset.

“Whoa…”

“When I dream on my own,” Jack starts sing’n softly.

“I'm alone but I ain't lonely.

For a dreamer, nights the only time a day.

When the city's finally sleeping and my thoughts begin to stray,

And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe.

And I'm free like the wind,

Like I'm gonna live forever!

It's a feeling time can never take away!

All I needs a few more dollars,

And I'm outta here to stay!

Dreams comes true, yes they do

In Santa Fe.”

Jack stands up and sings ta tha sky:

“Where does it say that you gotta live and die here?

Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?

Why should you only take what you're given?”

He pulls me up with him to emphasize his point.

“Why should you spend your whole life livin'

Trapped where they ain't no future, when you’s only fourteen.

Breaking your back for someone else's sake.

If the life don't seem to suit ya how bout a change of scene

Far from the lousy headlines and the deadlines in between?”

He stops, breath’n heavily. I didn’t know Jack could sing, but now all I’s could think about was this new, thrill’n dream… this new hope…

“You’ll come with me, Rebecca.”

I smile. “Really? Can I?”

“‘Course ya can! And in Santa Fe, nobody cares if you’s a goil or not, nobody cares who ya are!”

“Wow...”

I gave up on that beautiful dream 2 years lada. It was just a horizon I’s was run’n to and neva gett’n near, so I just set my sights on sell’n papes. 'Course tha fellas realized sooner or lata that I’d grown into a ‘lady’, they said, but that didn’t make much a difference as I thought it would. Jack kept his woid, a little too well. No guy, besides tha Manhattan newsies, eva came near me, which was both a bless’n and a curse.

Through thick ‘n thin, Jack’s always been there.

[cricketfox]

for the ask game do bling favorite and texture with your favorite character!

thanks for the ask! my mc for infamous is rotting my brain rn so i'll exorcise him a little here. stupid sexy ace fontaine

bling: what jewelry does your oc wear? does it have any meaning?

ace has a massive collection of jewelry that he rotates out according to mood and inclination, the only common denominator of which being it's all primarily silver/chrome. necklaces, bracelets, piercings, and a metric fuckton of rings-- he's got it all, baby! i imagine some of them have emotional significance as gifts from friends and loved ones, but beyond that the only meaning they really have is he's a crow and likes shiny things

favorite: does your oc have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? what is it? what's the meaning behind it? do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

i hc that he still has some of seven's things from after the breakup that he left behind in ace's apartment, and ace would never admit it but sometimes he wears one of seven's bandannas around his neck. rarely (if ever) in public, just something to remind him of a happier time. i can't imagine the shrimp emotions seven would feel if a paparazzi snapped a photo of ace just out and about, years after their split, casually still wearing something of seven's... but i AM rubbing my gay little hands together thinking about it

texture: does your oc favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? is there anything they can't wear or don't like? what sort of fabrics do they prefer?

ace doesn't strike me as the type to be terribly picky or ever uncomfortable in something he chose to wear; i don't think he'd like dressing up formally for a red carpet or something similar. not because of what he's forced to wear, but because of all the stupid rules about it. what do you mean he has to wear a shirt? what do you MEAN he has to wear SHOES? he'll do it but he'll grumble the whole time. he's the bane of orion's existence

[antichristual]

in my head this is the only way that this part can make sense— but i don’t think roba would’ve tried to cut simon’s hair at first, instead he just kidnapped him straight up. through his childhood and early teen years he had actually grown quite long blonde waves that he’d tuck behind his ears and loved dearly. once, he pissed roba off really bad though, and roba went to cut all of it short as punishment?? (making roba the biggest red flag parental figure ever because there is no universe where that man is good in his soul, and you cannot convince me otherwise…)

he basically cut it all off before realising how it was turning a mousy brown, except for a chunk at the front, a long section just in front of his ear. roba immediately stops obviously, and apologised profusely begging for undeserved forgiveness like the MALE MANIPULATOR THAT HE IS!!!! sorry i’m getting carried away but i’ve been on a plane for 10 hours and now ive been in the back of a packed car for 4 more, i’ve almost been awake for 24 hours, i think i’m losing my mind a bit…oopsie :3 starts tweaking brain melts out of ears

anyway, roba plaits the remaining golden hair, redoing it every couple months when it grew alongside the rest of his hair, which never regained its blonde colouring.

now, simon doesn’t grow the brown waves out as long as he used to, just because. the blonde plait continues growing though, longer and longer, hanging down around his face. (maybe on his adventures with soap, his brown waves grow out and i’m envisioning loose, regal, messy man bun simon.

i’m not sure how to incorporate the whole mask ordeal. a balaclava wouldn’t really work cuz then his hair wouldn’t show, and i don’t really feel like a bandanna would fit him. maybe he just doesn’t wear one because he doesn’t really have a reason to like he does in actual call of duty…idk?

um…someone put me on anti yapping medication because wtf!!!!! my bad!! i’m disgustingly invested now and we’ll see if this lasts till tomorrow morning or if i’m just having a moment….lowkey taking ur idea and SPRINTING with it

yall have we considered…. ghoap rapunzel au

idk what ghost’s version of rapunzel’s hair would be (because imagining him with 70 foot long hair is SO funny but i would not be able to take it seriously) but hes a prince who was kidnapped as a baby (maybe roba would be mother gothel?? goofy as hell but whateva) and locked in a tower. he’s not quite as naive as the rapunzel from tangled, but still somewhat unaware of the outside world.

johnny is a notorious thief who happens across simon’s tower, blah blah blah you know the rest. idk. having Thoughts rn.