#Josiahism {Josiah is Dumb}

[itskaist]

What is Josiah’s relationship towards his regene tattoos?

Thank you once again for asking! <333 Getting any asks about Josiah always makes my day! Took me a moment to reply because uhhh- [wilhelm scream], but I hope it also gave me the time to ponder some more on this topic.

Under cut as always, though not as long as before. Instead, got… weirder? Question mark?

(tw self-harm, and other Sidestep-typical dissociative issues)

Oh God. He hates them. Burns on his skin, bondage, fish suffocated in plastic. Of course, the most basic reason being that they make it hard to hide, the paranoia seeping in any time there was a rupture in his Sidestep suit. Wearing layers in the Los Diablos heat, too, unbearable. But most of all, the personal - the inhumanity marking him, staining him, can't wash it off, can't cut it out, just like he can't excise his own past. His own nature. The tattoos are a symbol of that, the final leash, a reminder that no matter how far he might run, how thouroughly he might try to remake himself, he will always be a sad little tool in the toolbox. Still cowering in the corner of his cell.

He just can't look at himself. Can't. He will brave it when he needs to, when he needs to sew himself up, but otherwise? Showering in the dark, though to him the tattoos might as well be bioluminescent. An anglerfish. Get close, get bit. Mirrors smashed on a bad day, then covered up in curtains or tape. Can't be bothered to replace them. Shaving in fractured reflections, a thousand funhouse faces. Can't look at his own face, no, no. Having a body at all, a body they made, they groomed, being touched, prodded, examined, evaluated, a racing horse. Gets lame, gets shot. …Proud of every single scar, though, marring their prize pet. Self-harm. Them-harm. A disconnect between the body and mind, body was theirs, I am my thought, I think therefore I am, therefore, therefore, by cutting the body, I am harming them, not myself. Blood down the drain.

The tattoos are an easy scapegoat, too. A convenient excuse. Couldn't get closer to Ortega, no, never, because you could never show skin, and this is what he would want, right? What normal people want. What People want. Not-People don't show skin and he'll either get bored with you and drop you, or get suspicious and drop you. Down, down, down the drain. A solid self-hate spiral, if you dare say so yourself.

Hates seeing his own face in the mirror. Wrong. Boney. Bones… wrong. Set and reset. Can't reset a face. Only, hah, you can. A prettier one. More familiar than this. No need to shave, no scratch, no itch, itch right under your skin that you can never reach. No, no burn; soft, pliant, yielding. Clay in your hands. More... malleable. A remaking, a rebirth. A breath. A step. Steadier legs, standing steady on the ground, no bones set and reset, too long, too tall, standing out. Being seen at last and not hating it. What a novelty. Could you ever do it? …No. Of course not. Only way for you to have is to pretend at pretending at pretending.

Replica of a replica of a replica.

You're Hollow Ground's younger sibling, he says.

Why couldn't it have been you? Why never YOU?

Show him. Show him the truth. Make him curl up in disgust the same way you do, every morning, every evening, every forsaken fucking minute of your sorry life. A burden shared is burden lessened, isn't it, Dr. Finch?

. .. …

…Being seen at last and not hating it. What a novelty indeed.

[piecesofacrow]

"These mother fuckers have no clue how hard it is being this damn short..."

Grunting and reaching.

"I JUST WANT MY FUCKIN PRINGLES!"

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

For those who were fans of the original Mirror, Mirror short… How about another?

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hungest one of all..."

Josiah walked into the locker room for probably the tenth time that day. He had no idea why one of the managers thought this stupid mirror inscription would be a good addition to the atmosphere at the gym. He could swear the extra cocky and dumb fuckboys walking around today were somehow summoned by the new inscription. Well, Josiah didn’t necessarily believe there was a direct correlation, but he did subscribe to the idea that you invite into your space the energy that you want.

That easygoing and positive demeanor made him one of the more popular trainers at the gym. Sure, he had a good physique, but it was because he cared for his body and health, and he thrived at the gym, teaching those guiding principles to others. On the other hand, staring at the latest patron’s use of the new mirror provoked his principles, reviving the reconsideration of his role in the toxifying workplace again.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the hungest one of all? It’s the epitome of envy and pride. Whoever wrote this has an ailing mind.”

Josiah turned to go, except…

He could swear the peripheral glance he’d caught in the mirror displayed a more noticeable bulge…

He turned back to alleviate the paranoia permeating his psyche… but it really did seem bigger. Josiah stepped closer, grabbing the protrusion in his shorts. He smiled as his hand groped the shaft beneath the fabric. He may not be the hungest—as the sign said—but he was definitely big. It’s the reason why he was popular at the gym—people thought he was all positive and zen, but he just looked good, and his dick was big enough that he never worried about jealousy. When you pack the member and muscle he had, it’s easy to keep envy at bay. Josiah’s training conduct centered on modeling the confidence a good body can get you. When you work hard and earn your ideal image, it’s not conceited to show off—it’s just the love you deserve to claim from yourself and your peers.

But Josiah knew as he looked in the mirror that as hard as his clients tried, they could never be him. He wasn’t just a model; he was a paragon. The clients who took him seriously—those bros could build muscle, grow broader, tone, and define and sculpt until they earn the bravado they’ve always had but never justified. But those same jocks could never pull the client base he had because they’d never had his gargantuan cock. Josiah was not at the gym to help improve lives; he was the main attraction. People paid money to be in his presence while he worked up a sweat to get a close-up look at his mythic bulge. Sometimes, in public, he’d catch a judging glance, or a “good Christian woman” would comment on his brashness, but even if he wanted to hide it, his shaft couldn’t be contained. No, instead, he was used to seeing the looks of envy, desire, lust, and hunger fall across the face of anyone he brushed past.

Josiah loved to pose and flex and flaunt in front of a mirror, but he had a gym floor to dominate. He turned around to go and lift.

Oh, he almost forgot—he was the hungest one of all; he can’t let that stay up. He erases the last word, leaving the fairytale phrase blank. Except all that flexing had left him aroused—a horse cock like his was insatiable. Maybe he can use the inscription for some solicitation. He fills in the blank and departs the locker room.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the sluttiest one of all..."

[american-teen-against-crime]

Wanted to include a link to @kit-foley ‘s post here about Josiah Crowley and how Nancy Drew games have and always will be political whether people want them to be or not.

@papenniesandbentoboxes also made a really good point about this on Instagram a few days back as well. Rae mentions the books, and why the games were created, including the different games with political issues in them.

Rae mentions SSH, but I just want to re-iterate how important that game is. I grew up in an extremely Christian, conservative, homeschooled household. I didn’t really meet people different from me. I grew up believing a lot of ignorant things. I didn’t play SSH fully until my teens, but I had played part of it at my cousin’s house when I was really young, maybe like 7 or 8, maybe even before that. I remember being worried, because Alejandro seemed too extreme to me, and was “spreading lies” about the US. I knew if my parents knew about it, they’d say something like “you shouldn’t be playing that game” and then I’d get it taken away, and if my parents thought something was bad, I should think it was bad too. And also, I thought I was suppose to agree with Nancy.

Later on when I actually played the game, I’d been exposed to more things and agreed with Alejandro, and was annoyed at how dumb they made Nancy sound. But later I realized that was on purpose; Nancy is wrong on purpose, she has an arc in that game and it’s purposefully trying to teach young players- players like me. Despite me initially not being receptive to the messaging, I think it stuck with me, and same for the other games.

Despite not always doing everything correctly, HeR always tried. They always tried to give you different perspectives and I am so so grateful to them for that, and I think I truly do owe a lot of who I am to Nancy and the games.

Anyways this got longer than expected and I always have more thoughts haha but if you guys have any specific moments/plots in the games that really resonated with you or taught you something as a kid I’d love to hear them!!!!!

[outlawruben]

How I think rdr2 characters respond to praise/compliments!

(They are going to sound kinda dumb but I promise I actually put effort into these.)

This may be interpreted as Cannon x Reader or Cannon x your ship!

These are totally fluffy and definitely SFW Jsyk

Abigail Marston - she probably would scoff and wave her hands/playfully slap them, or simply say thank you

Arthur Morgan - turn bright red and hot under the brim of his hat, and responds to them with a half mumbled: “it’s really nothing..” and then walk away awkwardly. (He’s seen with a smile on his face for the rest of the day) (he’s gonna write a new journal entry abt this)

Bill Williamson - scoffs and tells them to “shut up” but loves the compliment. (He always seems to think he’s being picked on)

Charles Smith - goes all quiet for a beat after the compliment and then gives them a sincere “thank you” he smiles at them for the rest of the day.

Dutch Van Der Linde- A simple: “Thank you M’dear.” However, they’ve inflated his ego even more which Dutch appreciates, and goes to seek their company more.

Hosea Matthews - surprised he was sought after to receive a compliment, depending on what it is, he will openly appreciate it, and mean it.

Jack Marston - “Thank you! :D” his momma taught him manners.

Javier Escuella- He responds with a small chuckle and a “thank you” they are chill now/ they’ve leveled up in Javier liking them.

John Marston- Not expecting it at first but then he melts into a dumb grin and starts avoiding eye contact as he says “thank you.”

Josiah Trelawny- “why thank you!” With a smile. He really appreciates compliments.

Karen Jones- “Ain’t you sweet?” She smirks at them. And that’s basically it.

Kieran Duffy- definitely not expecting a compliment of any kind. “O-oh- thank you..” he smiles kindly and fidgets.

Lenny Summers- grins widely and gives a “thank you!” His mind seems to wander back to the interaction for the rest of the day

Leopold Strauss- Kind of confused but shares his small gratitudes anyway

Mary-Beth Gaskill - “Oh, thank you..” she idly plays with her hair as she talks with them.

Micah Bell - At the very least he’ll scoff, and if he does say anything it’s along the lines of: “Christ, why you so soft?” But he’s blushing nonetheless.

Molly O’Shea- She giggles sweetly and blushes, sharing her gratitudes, and when she sees them for the rest of the day she smiles at them kindly. (She’s happy someone is paying attention to her, giving her a compliment even)

Reverend, Orville Swanson- if not in a drunken stupor, he says his thanks with a grateful smile.

Sadie Adler- grins at them ear to ear with a “thanks..” and soft blush forming on her cheeks

Sean MacGuire- “I din’ know ye’ loved me or something.” He teases them, grinning dumbly.

Simon Pearson- genuinely appreciates it, his big smile misshaping his mustache

Susan Grimshaw- “why thank you darlin’ “ she smiles at them. Not really expecting a compliment but she’s always appreciative of all affection.

Tilly Jackson- “Thank you!” She says kindly full of gratitude and love. (It means the world to her)

Uncle - he didn’t hear it

[priestly-prince]

So this is just dumb and self indulgent but, does anyone have any female D&D/BG characters that would maybe like to get together with Josiah? I wanna draw some spicy stuff with him and he is in need of partners.

Like, sure, I could just draw some random ladies, but I think it'd be nicer if they were actual characters.

[isfjmel-phleg]

Because absolutely no one demanded it but I wanted to talk about this anyway:

Most of the designs for my main cast are holdovers from the earliest version of the story, written when I was fourteen and still deluding myself about drawing.

The character that would become Rachel was originally an authorial insert, so she basically looked like fourteen-year-old me. Later on, I hated having a self-insert, and it took me a while to decide to revamp her into someone who does have things in common with my younger self but has been allowed to take on an identity of her own. This included giving her strawberry blonde hair, making her look more like my youngest sister, or Dorothy Gale in John R. Neill's illustrations, which pairs well with some visual associations of Rietta and Ozma that I wanted to make.

Rietta has lots of dark curly hair because of some drawings I had made as a child of someone called Rietta fitting that description. No idea what that original context was, but I liked it enough to reuse both name and hair. I haven't changed because it's become an iconic part of how I picture her, and the springy curls reflect her personality so well. Her having some Mediterranean features (thanks to her pseudo-Italian mother) was a later development as I better defined the nations' cultures. It's a way of visually emphasizing her outsider status despite being the queen.

Delclis has reddish-brown hair for incredibly dumb reasons. I'll spare you the full story, but the short version is the original incarnation of the story, which was overtly fantastical in painfully derivative ways, drew from some thing my siblings and I made up as kids, including a concept of my brother's of a nation where the monarch take as a ceremonial name the name of a type of snake. That was a thing in Corege in the earliest draft, and Delclis's ceremonial name was...Copperhead. So I literalized it and gave him reddish-brown hair. That horrific detail got dropped, thank goodness, but Delclis's design stayed and morphed into his having a coloring and build and features that I could tie to his love of plants. Hair like the color of certain trees in autumn. Much better. It also contrasts him with the rest of his family, showing his disconnect from all of them.

I originally made Elystan a dark-haired puny little person as a vague nod to illustrations of Eustace, because original Elystan was just there to be a bratty character with a redemption arc (badly executed!). That connection is practically nonexistent now, but I like the visual of him with the high contrast between hair and complexion, a bit eerie-looking. The black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes also accidentally make him resemble a) a character from Tenthragon and b) quite a few comic book characters, and I'm fine with that. His originally being described as very short and thin was what led to the creation of his health issues as the story developed into what it is now. It makes him very different visually from his father, Delclis, and Josiah, and that's necessary.

Amarantha's design didn't have any references or reasoning behind it. I was fourteen and drew a brown-eyed brunette probably because that was my description. Her distinctive hairstyle comes from a later attempt to ground the story in more historicity. At this point, it was set in a pseudo-1540s, so Amarantha's hairstyle was inspired by styles meant to be contained under a cap. Fortunately, it translated decently well into the current setting and has become a visual symbol of her uptightness.

Tamett originally had a very bland brown-haired design with no distinctive features, because I didn't bother to put much thought into him. Later, I realized I needed a visual contrast to Josiah and made him blond. I can't remember if I did that before or after deciding he was from pseudo-Scandanavia. (His Noriberrian heritage is actually a very recent development.) The blandness of his design has become a feature, reflecting his role as professional shadow.

The basic designs of the Liennese royal family came from a royal family in an imaginary city that my brother and I created as kids; beyond that, there wasn't a lot of thought put into Josiah's design. The more distinctive features came later. It's important to me that he look very ordinary, not conventionally "good-looking," to emphasize that he's not as perfect and exceptional as he has been raised to think he is, and it's significant that he more strongly resembles his father but the features he gets from his mother will become more prominent with character development. His greater height and larger build also make him almost a comedic visual contrast with Elystan, which is fun to picture.

[doueverwonder]

Anyway now I’m gonna be dumb on main there is ONE Jesus song I would put on a character playlist and it is specifically Josiah Queen’s cover of Jesus Freak by DC Talk which I got a video of. It’s not on Spotify but if it was it would go on my Utah playlist SO fast.

[pink-koi-lovejoy]

Intro!

Koi Lovejoy

||ROLE-PLAY OC BLOG||

„Hello? Is this thing on? Oh! Hi there, the names Koi. Um… some things about me? Okay!”

Age:16

Camp: My dads live in New Rome but I prefer Camp Half-Blood!

Parents: Complicated. I’m technically an Aphrodite kid and an Apollo kid. 1/4 each, the rest is mortal. My ‘pa is trans so with a bit of mortal science- boom! Here I am

Sign: I’m a Sagittarius ♐️ :D (Borthday is November 27th)

Gender/Sexuality: I’m trans and I’m pan! I am also open to polyamory, but I’d like to stay just me and Oakley for a bit :)

Pronouns: He/They

Relationships: Friends with most of Apollo cabin (+ Nico), and Piper is like a sister to me. Leo is another close friend of mine! Occupation:TAKEN!!!! I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND OAKLEY SMMMM

more under cut :)

Facts!

I have heterachromia! 💛🩵 I play Acoustic guitar and trumpet 🎺 �� my favorite color is a light pink and my favorite animal is actually a Beta fish, not a Koi, but they are cool too…

I uhhhh may or may not have matchin collars with Oakley- as a joke bc of my cat form-

I'm never taking it off and um nvm continuing this would be considered tmi <3

People with bracelets (friends, siblings, and loved ones)👇👇

Oakley!! 🍂<3 - @oakley-foster

Bill!🌬️- @bill-son-of-boreas

Em! ☀️- @emdabitchass

Leora!! 🌸- @therosesonofaphrodite

Ramona flowers!!!- @witch-trial-survivor

Jack!! 🔥🕯️- @demigod-jack-hearth

Aurelia! 🦋- @southerndaughterofeos

Mirai!!💀 - @cabin13gal

Kayla! ✨☀️- @apollos-favorite-child

Matteo child of Aeolus and Circe AND Elio son of Apollo (my sons <3) ☁️⭐️- @yourlocalfallenstar

Youngest, Josiah, Middle, Eve, and Oldest Mariner!🩵- @the-matryoshka-dolls

Aiden! I believe he has siblings but I haven’t met them✨- @the-smart-and-the-dumb-one

Zander! 🍇- @the-king-zander

Miles! ✨- @the-hades-cabin-purechaos

Asher 🫰- @son-of-two-dicks

Theo and Yuno! 📀💿- @the-lover-andthe-killer

Attempting to be friends with:

(OOC👇👇)

I’ll rp with anyone in my ask box, but to claim a specific role, feel free to ask! PLEASE feel free to add me to any Magic!Anon things that require other people. I love them.

All fake instagram posts are cannon, but do not happen in any specific time frame unless specified by me, the mod!

As usual, if you don’t want to be tagged, just send me an ask and I can remove you!

All of my borders/blinkies/dividers come from these people! @cafekitsune

@thecutestgrotto

(END OOC)

Possible face claims: (to get an idea for what he looks like. Haven’t found an exact one yet.)

(Credit: sleepylittledude on Pinterest)

(cat form, gift from adoptive mom , Jack Hearth <3)

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Database Spotlight:

Tags:

#Koi Lovejoy (Ik, very creative ☺️) (In Character)

#Off brand solace speaking (OOC)

#Oakoi (ship with Oakley <33333)

[shinybrownkxs]

working overtime.

Tapping at her shoulder startled her awake.

[__] was sitting at her desk, she was zoned out on her computer not even working. She rubbed her eyes as a voice started speaking again. With heavy, slow blinking she spun in her chair and faced a blue shirt with a bright red and white name tag.

“Josiah?” She muttered as her eyes were still not in focus, squinting and widening her eyes repeatedly. Staring at the computer for so long didn’t help her poor eyes either; she should probably go get glasses. Her eyes finally came into focus and confirmed it was the infamous Josiah.

“Uh, hey man.” Josiah’s head tilted slightly to the side, a lopsided grin adorning his face. [__]’s heartbeat stuttered. Josiah wasn’t an ugly man, but he wasn’t a fucking casanova either. Carrying luggage underneath his eyes and messy hair stuffed underneath that hideous hat. He looked good to her though, she let out a quiet, breathy laugh at this thought.

“How can I be of service to you, sir?” Cocking an eyebrow, __ crosses her legs and stares down the man in front of her. She guesses her tone startled him because Josiah’s mouth twitches slightly at her words. She was just exhausted and didn’t mean for it to come off as angry. But it doesn’t matter how he feels anyways…they’re just coworkers anyways.

“I just came to let you know that, uh…um, you can go home now.” He gestures to the empty spaces, his voice echoing in the room. It’s silent besides the occasional printer noises and water sloshing in the tanks. Josiah tosses his empty Monster can into the trash and shrugs. “ I just wanted to let ya know. Wouldn’t want ya to get in trouble with Gary for doing unnecessary ‘overtime’.” He lets out a low chuckle at his corny work joke. __ scoffs at the joke, but also smiles at the same time. His eyes flicker to her lips for not even half a second and he licks his own. “I just figured I’d wake you up unless you wanna stay here.”

“Hell no. I’m ready to get outta here.” _ rolled her eyes and spun back around in her chair, shutting down her computer and starting to tidy up the desk space.

“Hah..me too man. Me too. I’m honestly ready for Halloween. Jackson doesn’t know what he’s got com-” A loud bang stops Josiah in his little prank monolog.

“FUCK man!” __ grits her teeth. Of course, she fucking hits her knee on her desk getting up. She slinks back down into her chair, muttering swears and curses at the inanimate object. “Stupid fucking desk…piece of shit..” Her knee throbbing painfully.

“Oh shit.” Josiah monotones as he watches _ writhe in pain, trying her best to soothe the aching in her knee. Hurried footsteps retreat from your desk and quickly return. Josiah spins __ around facing toward him as he gets down on his knees in front of her. She looks down at him pressing a cold, damp Monster to her knee. Letting out a soft groan, she tilts her head back. Josiah’s Adam apple bobs at the sound she makes. Fuck. When was the last time he was with a woman? Maybe not since college? He hasn’t had the time or energy to make an effort towards someone. But here he was. His eyes locked with the woman sitting high in her chair. Jesus, she smelt so fucking good.

“This was the, uh, ya know only thing I had back there that maybe could’ve helped. Sorry.” He shrugged. His dark, heavy eyes never broke eye contact with hers.

“Don’t sweat it. I appreciate you doing this Josiah. I’ll take it from here. Thanks.” _ her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath she took. wasn’t dumb, quite the opposite. Her intelligence was the exact reason that landed her this job…That and the fact they needed more helping hands. She saw the look in his eyes. Hungry. His dark brown eyes went almost black as his pupils dilated. Josiah didn’t move an inch despite what she just said. And __ didn’t move him away either. They two coworkers stared at one another as the air thickened; the air between them was palpable. Loud ticking from the clock and the whirring of the machines could be heard.

A loud thud echoed as _ chair hit the desk with such force that it made it shake on its legs. Heavy breathing and wet smacking filled the room. Josiah was on her. Groping and squeezing every inch of her body that we could get his hands on. She felt so soft and warm. He had forgotten the feel of another human body. His long fingers traced every dip and groove of her. The pudge of her belly, the squish of her love handles, and the curves of her hip dips. Nothing went untouched by his hands. wasn’t doing any better. Work has gotten her so pent up and masturbating alone only satisfies you for just a short period of time. Josiah’s hat was knocked off ages ago and her fingers combed and tugged at his messy, brown tresses. His tongue licked every crevice it would possibly get to, desperate for the taste of her. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, but rather one of pure, unadulterated, raw lust. Josiah’s head was spinning and so was ___’s. The air around them grew hot and suddenly the thought of clothes became unbearable.

“Gotta get these off of ya, pretty girl.” Josiah’s voice was hoarse and low. His lips shined with spit and lipgloss from __.

“Never thought you’d ask.” _ said in an airy tone. Her face was hot and the heat between her legs was growing more and more by the second, forcing her to clench and unclench her thighs. This did not go unnoticed by Josiah. He tugged the jeans off of __, sucking in his breath once they revealed the wet spot peering at him.

“Oh? For me?” He raised an eyebrow, that same lopsided grin forming on his face. __ sucked her teeth.

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass.” _ hissed, secretly thanking her lucky stars that she decided to go with a cute red set today. Josiah kissed up her smooth, hazelnut thighs. The scent between her legs making him go crazy, he pressed his thumb against her soaked panties. ’s hips bucked up at the sudden pressure. He rubbed lazy circles over her clit, eyes glued to face. He noted all the expressions she made and burned them deep into his mind. Thank god for him playing all those video games. Josiah slipped her panties to the side, watching as the juices started to seep down into the chair underneath her. He scooped up the mess with his fingers and cocked his head to the side. _’s could hear her heart in her ears as Josiah kissed her, tasting her own tangy juices on her tongue. A long string of juices and saliva hung from their bottoms lips. Josiah spoke in a hushed tone, but just loud enough for her to hear.

“Chef’s gotta taste their own cooking, right?” He chuckled before diving back down. Josiah took one finally glance at her and realized he was holding his breath. She looked gorgeous. Half lidded eyes shined at him from above as her chest rose and fell with every shuddering breath she took. God she was absolutely glowing right now and he was just basking in her light. "Stop starin' at me…making me nervous." _ muttered underneath her breath. Her eyes shifting away from his piercing gaze.

Fuck.

His nose pressed up against her mound, his tongue lapping and slurping up any juices that were running down. He was so focused on her. The grip on her thighs were deadly, even if she did want to run or move or even squirm she couldn't. Fuck, did the man work out or something?

"Josiah…" She shakily said. It's been way too long since she's felt anyone touch her this way. She forgot how intoxicating it was. A loud splat echoed as Josiah spat onto her already sopping cunt. He gave a testing suckle at her clit, his eyes focused on her. _ breath hitched. And with that he took off. Josiah was swirling his tongue around the little bud and sucking at it like a baby with a pacifier. He wasn't gonna let her breathe at all. __ felt a thick long finger slide easily inside of her. It curled and thrusted as if purposely exploring its new home.

It was almost embarrassing how loud the sounds of her cunt was: it was damn near deafening. Josiah already had two fingers curling and pressing every crevice of her pussy. Feeling around to see what makes her twitch, what makes her whimper, and whine. Her back arched and her breath stopped.

Bingo.

He attacked her sweet spot at an almost bruising pace. His saliva dripped down his fingers and onto the chair underneath her along with her juices. _ was just moaning and crying his name like a mantra. God, he felt like he was in a dream. He had no clue what he was doing and this was all sheer luck. He has to pat his back later for deciding to stay in the office a little longer than usual. He reeled back and wiped his mouth with his other hand, standing up and towering over _. He switched to his ring and middle finger, listening to her sloppy cunt suck and swallow his calloused fingers with greed.

"Look at you." Another thrust of his fingers. "My pretty whore taking my fingers so well." He let out a nasty chuckle into her ear. _ didn't even know where this new attitude was coming from. Her quiet Josiah? The clown? The Monster energy boy? Now here she was. Moaning like a bitch in heat over his fucking gamer fingers.

"Such a pretty fucking girl I scored. I've been wanting to have you like this for the fucking longest and now here you are. All fucking mine." A thumb on her clit and that was all she needed.

"Hurry up. Wouldn't want Gary to come find ya." _ couldn't even warn him. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled in her shoes. A hot white flash rolled over her.

"Good girl….Good fucking girl." Josiah let her rock her hips and he didn't stop fingerfuckin her until she finally stopped trembling in his hands. His hand was soaked and slick with her cum. Her eyes finally zeroed and focused on that stupid fucking nametag yet again.

"Open." Her mouth dropped open and Josiah shoved his fingers down her throat. He watched her with such a disgusted face that made her whimper around his fingers. She sucked and licked every inch of her off him. He slowly withdrew his fingers from the warm cavern of her mouth and patted her cheek with a small lopsided grin.

"Now let's go… wouldn't want to be workin' overtime."

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ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36499468

[n3koexpl0sion]

So I was playing roblox with some friends on call

We played Murder Island 2, I ended up thinking about saving up to buy Hendrik but a friend on the call decided to recommend me different characters instead that looked better to them, one of them was Josiah. I ended up getting Josiah when I got enough.

We played a few other games before the call ended, and then I just started doing research for fun about the character and ended up finding out me and the character were kinda similar(not the exact same but kinda dumb luck that they has some of the same interests as me-)

Josiah is apparently a fan of Metallica, I quite like Metallica. He really likes Halloween. HE'S QUEER- Just small things but still enough for me to basically be attached to the character now.

[hannibalzero]

Your literal cowboy Arthur au is such a funny and cute concept to me. I love it lol especially the ears!! What're the other character's animals? Or are they all cows and bulls?

It started as a dumb little joke for myself, haha cowboy. Cow-boy, big tits Arthur Morgan and here we are! Glad you liked the joke.

That’s a bit of lore! Alpha and omegas have secondary animals along with genders! Betas are our normal humans.

Arthur Morgan is a omega Texas long horn cow 🐮

Charles Smith is a alpha bison ����

Dutch is a alpha cougar but with his black hair slicked back he looks like a lion much to his egos joy. 🐈

Hosea is a omega gray jackrabbit 🐰

Tilly is a beta 🌻

Bill is a alpha bear 🐻

Sean is a omega squirrel 🐿️

John is a alpha wolf 🐺

Lenny is a alpha leynx 🐱

Molly is a omega fox 🦊 because yeah vixen haha

Abigail is a omega wolf herself but she’s pack leader….of John.

Javier is a alpha margay

Sadie is a badger alpha female

(like the old meme she will fuck you up))

Micha alpha is a coyote with mange. Left ear is constantly missing fur.

Josiah is a beta male no animal (but he would want to be a peacock)

That’s all I have so far, I need Grimshaw. Karen, Mary-Beth, Pearson, Strauss and lastly Swanson.

Any ideas of these gang members would be greatly appreciated!

🐰❤️🐰❤️ Hannibella

[piecesofacrow]

“Bitch, don’t talk to me.”

“You ate my dino nuggets in my dream last night. So yeah, don’t talk to me.”

[mixing-bowl-of-stories]

What are some silly fun facts about the Crux members?

:D I’m glad you asked, I don’t have many funny ones (because I haven’t really thought about it) so I’ll give you some generalized fun facts.

- Noah is terrified of spiders

- Pandora actually used to be fascinated with spiders so she’s chill w/ it

- Nico’s staff can summon a magic blade, making it a scythe

- Owen carries a giant steel hammer

- Owen can manipulate metals

- Nathaniel wields a longbow

- Natasha uses throwing knives

- Natasha learned how to use throwing knives by accident because she was bored

- Natasha is NOT fun to play darts with

- Nathaniel thinks it’s dumb that Natasha doesn’t take her combat and weapon seriously

- None of the Woodwhisper triplets have ever been inside a traditional brick and mortar school

- Owen graduated with honors at the Morganian Institute of Technology

- Owen owns his own business

- Barbara has the ability to summon shadow copies of enemies and use them to fight for her

- Barbara is the queen of vicious mockery

- Barbara takes pride in being Noah’s better and cooler mom

- Pandora affectionately calls Owen “old man”

- Pandora isn’t actually the shortest member of the group, instead, Josiah and Lilith are

- Josiah and Lilith are halflings

- Pandora once severely backtalked her father’s father because he was talking shit about her family and friends

- Pandora has backtalked several important nobles into silence

- Karissa and Lilith love to sing about the adventures they’ve been on

- but they especially love to sing about the other members in The Crux, rather than themselves

- They find it more interesting to sing about the lives of their friends than they do their own, in their eyes, their lives haven’t been nearly as interesting as their friends lives have

- Karissa has the ability to mimic anyone’s voice so long as she’s heard their voice once

- Ambrose and Constance have adopted Karissa as their younger sister

- Lazarus has a point where he’s let out of prison to travel with The Crux and defeat a mutual foe

- Pandora loves to read and write, she can also draw. She’s good at drawing because of her need to draw maps for Arthur and her parents.

- Noah tries to draw but still isn’t very good at it yet

- Amelia used to be a malicious witch until she met Chance and Barbara and decided that she wasn’t going to let them saving her go to waste despite her nearly being killed for being a witch.

- Amelia is also a doctor! That was her coverup for her witch stuff.

- Amelia gives Noah a sleeping tonic to help sooth the nightmares

- She also gives a stronger dose of the same tonic to Pandora, although Pandora didn’t ask for it. Amelia just saw the condition she slept in at night and decided Pandora needed some peace

- Owen and Noah are really close (hehe bastard boys [tm])

- Everyone in The Crux considers each other to be a found family of sorts

- Sometimes everyone is on board with causing some mischief >:3c

[lostwcnderlands]

regret was a cruel mistress in the twitch of his fingers as the revolver left his hand. now in bryce's, and though there was an odd sense of trust fostering between the pair, it didn't do enough to prevent the uptick of nerves that festered just beneath josiah's cool exterior to be handing over such control. for the first time since meeting the guy, he was grateful for the less-than-serious smirk that took over the pompous little expression that always never strayed too far. it was half the reason he'd dragged bryce along from the start. that, and, well... he was clearly fucking nuts. eyes rolled in familiar fashion at the quip about kinks - " god, you can be dumb as a pile of rocks, despite how clever you try && act, can't you? " josiah questioned, eyebrows raising in a challenge as he stood there expectantly.

he'd told him from the get go - they were going to face his fear today. when his twin brother had pulled a gun on him, forcing him to submit in the face of the congregation, he hadn't cared about the humiliation. only fear had set in. fear that bryce wouldn't understand, but there was, of course, a reason his hands fumbled with unloading the gun. there was a reason today was the first day of owning such a thing.

with him in the isolation of a probable haunted house was a man who had skinned poachers alive, watched a woman drown. josiah knew these things - because he'd been told. there was no fear in bryce's eyes when sober. only when divinity was taking it's hold, and he couldn't really blame him for that. everyone came to their knees on a drug like that. arms outstretched, impatience mixing with the hammering of his heartbeat. " it defeats the purpose if you warn me the when && where... " frustration laced the tone, trying to hide the slight tremble his voice took. an eye weary on the single-bulleted gun.

" can we get this fuckin' over with? shoot me. if i flinch. we try again. " in a summon of courage, arms still out, josiah stepped forward. a ready, eager target. even if there was a quiver to his hand. today was the last day someone, even jesse, would put a gun to his head && take away josiah's power.

Bryce is used to cleaning oceans, crystal clear water, tanning in the sun and enjoying a nice breeze. So places like this feel odd to him, off somehow in a way that he can't entirely put his finger on. There's value to them of course, after all he's fairly certain the Lynch's own the police department which just isn't easily feasible in a place like California.

But still the tall grass, the humidity, the fucking spiders. It's all very rural, but still he's not about to bitch about such a trivial thing -- not right now anyways, maybe later with a cold drink. For now he's stuck to being ignored at the whims of a man he's fairly certain he likes but it's depending on the hour.

They stop by some desiccated shit stain of a house and Bryce thinks that they might be here to kill someone. He doesn't mind so much, he's wearing black, but a little warning would have been nice. He gets out of the truck, takes the pistol without thinking about it and then his words sink in.

I want you to shoot me.

Bryce blinks, looks down at the revolver, looks back up. "Pardon?"

Sometimes he does hear things like please shoot me when he talks to particularly annoying people, but that's usually in Bryce's head and it's not spoken out loud. There's only one bullet, he watched Josiah fumble with it in the truck. "You want me to ... " His face breaks into a teasing smile, "Is this a kink thing? Color me motherfuckin' fascinated. I'll try anything once."

Bryce playfully points the weapon at Josiah, finger along the trigger guard, not taking it all that seriously, because he's got to be kidding. Right? "Okay, lover boy, where you want me to shoot my load?"

[dkehoe]

Maren Laughlin’s life just took a left turn. When she rejects her boyfriends proposal, she quits her decades long job as a park ranger and moves back to her childhood playground to check in on her inheritance, a decrepit bait shop in Northern Wisconsin. Josiah Cole runs the resort that abuts Maren’s bait shop. A childhood best friend of her brother’s they used to hang out as children but life moves on and he’s now divorced, with two great kids. He’s happy with his life but when Maren moves in next door he starts catching feelings. She’s beautiful, funny, and his kids love her and their friendship is just so easy. Despite her brothers warnings, Joe and Maren are in the middle of a relationship without even trying. I love these adult novels by Erin Hahn. She describes Joe and Maren’s relationship as just so easy to fall into, and this book was exactly the same. I started reading, and before I knew it I had developed feelings for these characters in part because of the easy flow of the story, but also because of the setting and the kids. This story was a joy and I relished reading Maren and Joe’s story. There isn’t a great romance novel if there’s not a hint of conflict and we do have a couple of storylines that create that dynamic for our duo. Maren’s brother is Joe’s best friend, and he doesn’t hesitate to warn Maren off of catching feelings for Joe. He’s also a bit of a dope to Maren and gave the reader a person to get frustrated at that wasn’t our hero or heroine. Joe also isn’t the swinging single guy, he comes as a package with his two kids who added a lot to the story- as well as a dumb ex- spouse that the reader could also focus some energy on hating. It was only Maren and Joe’s feelings that were easy breezy, these conflicts gave the story a lot of heart in their conclusions. I’ve read the other two novels in this stand alone series. I say stand alone and series in the same sentence because Maren’s two best friends were the heroines from the previous two adult novels by this same author. It’s always nice to see how other characters you’ve read have advanced their storylines and I welcomed that brief peek. Despite their reoccurance, you can read this novel as a stand alone and not miss a thing but I bet when you’re done, if you hadn’t read the other two novels you’re going to want to pick them up and catch up! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I received a copy of this book through NetGalley for an honest review and it was honest! Click this link to purchase this book!* Catch and Keep Copyright 2024 The Reading Chick All Rights Reserved *Amazon Associate- if you purchase this book through the above link I’ll receive a small stipend.