#Motorcycle spectacle

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Nightplumes☆彡

Characters: Sylus/reader

Cw: fluff, based off his new card Nightplumes with a small twist to the storyline, first pov (reader), -800 words (not proofread)

A/n: I’m going feral over this man. Hes so sweet behind doors I can’t get over it :(

The cold breeze brushed against my coat, soon ending due to Sylus parking his motorcycle near the pier to watch the fireworks that night. After picking up the small dove that I had entrusted in his care, we stood in front the railing near the lake where the spectacle would take place. My gloved hands cradled the bird, staring up at Sylus whose gaze was already on me ever since we got off his motorcycle. I turned towards his body, handing him the dove while smiling

“Since you took care of it for a week, I’ll give you the honors of releasing it” His eyes softened upon receiving the bird, gazing at its small figure. It perched up on Sylus’ arm, gently opening its wings and flying into the night, just as the fireworks began. Who knew that a man who seemed rough on the exterior, was actually a gentleman at heart?

Memories of his small gestures like holding my hand or waist whenever we went out to one of his events in the N109 zone, almost protectively, made me smile subconsciously, watching in awe as many colors bursted in the air, creating a beautiful show.

“You seem more interested in the fireworks rather than me, sweetie” His voice snapped me out of my pensive thoughts. Staring at his hair that was covered in snow as I giggled, gently nudging him into me

“They’re really pretty aren’t they?” I inquired, leaning my hand forward to brush the snow out of his hair when Sylus suddenly grasped my hand, gazing into my eyes while chuckling

“Just what are you thinking of doing?” Before he could even finish his question, I was already giving him an answer

“You have some snow in your hair” I replied, watching as Sylus sighed in irritation, turning his head towards me so I could help him out. He didn’t even need to ask for it since I knew him very well. After spending some time ruffling his hair, Sylus hummed happily to a song that played faintly in the background.

“Thank you” He said, taking a good look at my bundled up body that stood beside his own. The spectacle looked like it could never end while my gaze turned to his. My eyes trailed over his lips, the most perfect cupid’s bow I’d ever seen, rosy tinted and..kissable. Sylus seemed to notice the sudden shift in my actions while drawing something on some snow that had landed on the railing

“Is that supposed to be me?” My lips parted to say more yet I couldn’t help but laugh. A cute cat drawing was laid out for me, made by him, the man who I swore that I would never love. Without another second left to waste, Sylus nodded, pulling me into his embrace while we continued to watch the everlasting show before us. More snow continued to pour down slowly as Sylus took out his keys, buttoning up my coat while re-adjusting my gloves

“Come, I’m taking you somewhere” He revved up his motorcycle, gently taking my hand as I quickly sat behind him. Sylus wrapped my arms around his waist securely after making sure I had my helmet on. Riding for a while, we finally reached the outskirts of linkon city.

I took off my helmet, placing it on the seat while gazing at the nightly sky that was much closer than before, the moon on full display for us as Sylus took hold of my hand, urging me to sit beside him under the shade of a tree that loomed over us.

“It seems the show has stopped.” My voice was but a near whisper, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable silence of the night as Sylus suddenly spoke up

“Indeed, such a shame for them, we have a great view of the stars now…though, the most beautiful of them all is right beside me” His words caught me off guard while Sylus sat me on his lap, hands grasping my waist, as if he didn’t want to let go of me. Soft lips caressed my neck, trailing upwards until stopping before reaching my own.

“Sylus..don’t tease me..” He chuckled, finally acceding to my words as Sylus pressed his lips onto mine. My hands settled down onto his shoulders, grasping them while wanting more from him. He parted the kiss to take a small breath, chuckling while parting my hair away from my face, kissing my forehead.

“I guess we both got what we wanted, right sweetie?” Our bodies cuddled up together, watching the night sky while enjoying each other’s presence, wishing it would never end, although it wouldn’t, not under Sylus’ watch.

[gladiatorcunt]

modern!feyd thoughts? is he crazier than modern! coryo? i feel like modern feyd would be like a underground boxer or something

this ask is crazy because it’s so good. like i haven’t even considered modern!feyd before but the underground boxer element is 😋, went with the typical opposites attract hello kitty s/o trope again SORRY, mdni (AFAB reader)

Yeah something that like or mixed mma, i do imagine him in a more athletic field but it’d have to be one where he’s allowed to make a spectacle of being violent. The rookie that has a borderline demonic reputation because he’s so vicious. And sometimes he doesn’t even go into fights with winning being the first thing on his mind, he wants a good show as much as the audience does and he wants blood in whatever capacity he can get it.

He’s for sure crazier than Coryo, like lock them into a room together and Feyd’s skinning and deboning him like a fish. Still far removed from how he is in canon obviously, but i think that he does do the same extreme facial expressions during a match to psych his opponent out. Feyd wants to make it big, yes, but more so because he wants a bigger “stage” to have more people see him at his most raw and real.

But he stays because he knows no professional organization worth their salt would turn the other cheek when he loses control and kills his opponent. Not that that’s a common occurrence or anything, but the chance of it happening is never zero.

(His uncle definitely has a hand in the betting that goes on at his matches, and even places his own bets from time to time. Feyd’s resentment grows with every rigged match. He’s an unhinged freak with a penchant for blood lust, but he does still want to win at the end of the day when he’s done playing with his food)

You’re in the crowd for one of his matches. Attracted by the mystery and the taboo nature of what he does. You look nervous, rocking from side to side as your eyes follow every punch and dodge. You’re out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb in your tennis skirt and hello kitty necklace. There’s no date hanging on your arm or friend chatting your ear off, which leaves you ripe for the picking.

He keeps an intrigued watch on you out of the corner of his eye, hollering and crowding his opponent against the ring. He hopes you’re watching as he pummels his fists into the sorry bastard’s face. The low lights and the cheers from drunks and gamblers get his blood pumping. Even through all that background noise, he hears you softly gasp as teeth clatter to the floor.

Underground Boxer!Feyd who stares you right in the eyes when he’s declared the victor of the match, clocking how much you’re playing with the hem of your skirt. He smiles, a gross expression stained crimson and spits at his feet. It’s a good thing you’re so strangely accepting, his muscles are too sore to chase you down through back alleys and city streets.

He’ll burn through his winnings to give you the life you deserve, and he’ll wash the blood off you both when you get home after a fight. He can’t wait to see how you react to the motorcycle he’s got parked outside.

Fucks you against the cage when no one else is there and on his motorcycle. Gives you backshots in the shower, killing two birds with one stone. Bends you over his prize money and makes you squirt until you pass out on top of it.

Mean mean mean bf but he loves his favorite cheerleader with everything he has.

[ranhaitanisgf]

🤺back🤺🤺🤺back i say🤺🤺 it’s my turn to request something for hana’s event🤺

may i please request a scenario with baji + flower shop in which he goes to buy his mom flowers as an apology but doesn’t know what to get, so he just picks out random flowers that actually mean everything except “i’m sorry” so you help him out?

by the way, you don’t have to write this part, but i just thought it would be cute if he develops a crush on you and you see him at a different flower shop buying a small bouquet and you think he’s betraying you, but later he shows up at your shop, awkward and stiff, with that same bouquet to ask you out because his mom said that’s the proper way to do it. just wanted to share that little add-on with you!!

— baji keisuke // flower shop // love at first sight

☆ ˎˊ˗ heyyy ... arba idk if ur still active IM SRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG i disappeared D: we miss u come back ... also this idea was sooo cuteeee arghjhghjghjhg i actually went soo overboard w this but it was too good!!

☆ ˎˊ˗ fem!reader implied

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 2.2k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you’d had your eye on him since he’d walked into the store. 

it wasn’t for any particular reason aside from the fact that he seemed to be feeling wholly out of place, which made you giggle a bit as he shuffled around, muttering and grumbling to himself as he awkwardly looked at different bouquet arrangements. 

he definitely didn’t seem like the type to be buying flowers either; his long dark hair and overall brusque demeanor didn’t exactly give you the impression that he was someone who would go around buying flowers, (and was that him that pulled up on a literal motorcycle?! he seemed like he was around your age!!). 

under normal circumstances you would have gone up to assist, but you decided to sit back and see how this boy was going to play this one out, (he was really cute, but if a cute boy like him was in a flower shop, he was undoubtedly buying flowers for his girlfriend). it was quite the entertaining spectacle to see him walking around, his eyebrows pinched together as he tried to find something that he found suitable. at one point, he even seemed to phone someone for help, though he hung up rather quickly after yelling that he definitely was not buying flowers!!

after minutes and minutes of walking around, he finally picked up two bouquets of flowers; geraniums and tansies. you had to restrain your laughter as he walked up to the register, damn near shaking to keep yourself from bursting out into giggles. 

“d-did you find everything, pff--ahem! did you find everything alright today?” you had let your giggles slip through on accident, and even though you tried to cover it up with a cough, you could tell that it failed immensely from the ticked off look on the boy’s face. 

“you’ve got a lot of nerve to be laughin’ at me-” he started, the deep tone of his voice taking you off guard. 

“n-no! i’m not really laughing at you per se…well, kind of.” you tried to explain. “see, okay, do you know what flower language is?” the boy quirked an eyebrow at this, giving you the sort of look that says go on. “well, it gives flowers different meanings, y’know? so unless you’re trying to pick a fight, i really wouldn’t suggest using these flowers.” 

“...what do they mean?” 

“geraniums and tansy flowers together…you would be calling the person stupid and then be declaring war on them.” the boy’s amber eyes widened, his lips pressing together in a thin line as his brows furrowed together once more. “if you’d like, i can suggest flowers with a more…caring meaning for your girlfriend.” the boy’s eyebrows shot up at your words, making you wonder if you’d said something wrong. 

“girlfriend? these’re for my mom.” 

“oh! sorry, i just assumed-ah, never mind. now, let me see…” you stood up from your seat, gathering the flowers in front of you in your arms and coming out from behind the counter. after you put the flowers back, you looked around for a moment, a few ideas floating through your mind. 

“hmm, why are you getting her flowers?” 

“...’cause…” he mumbled a bit, making you lean in a bit. 

“what was that?” 

“‘c-cause! i made her cry…” despite the fact that his voice had raised a little bit, all you could sense from him was embarrassment and shame, especially from the look on his face, (he almost looked like a kicked puppy). the sight made you smile softly; it wasn’t often that you got genuine customers like this, so you were going to make it your mission to help him. 

“alright, give me one moment…” your eyes flicked throughout the store, taking a few moments to weigh different options before making a decision. you ended up grabbing three bouquets; white tulips, daffodils, and some small filler greenery with bits of baby’s breath. 

you walked back behind the counter, setting the bouquets down in front of you. the black-haird boy had followed you aimlessly around the store, eventually ending up back in front of the register. there was a kind of quiet curiosity in his eyes as he watched your practiced movements, (truthfully, you weren’t used to someone watching you do bouquet arrangements with such an intent stare). 

“i’m doing this for you right now because i want to help you, but for future reference, you usually have to call ahead a day or two for this.” a smile played on your lips as you unwrapped the flowers in front of you, glancing up a bit to look at the boy. 

it was only for a moment, but his amber gaze staring right at you caught you off guard, making your heart skip a beat. you immediately looked back down, busying your hands and trimming the leaves off of the flowers. the rest of your work was done in silence; trimming the end of the flower stems, arranging them in a way that looks pleasing, opening some of the flowers to match the rest. it was relaxing work, so much so that you almost forgot about the boy in front of you. 

almost. 

the whole time you were working you could feel his gaze on you, looking up a few times just to look back down immediately. you felt a little bit anxious throughout the process, hoping that he would deem your work acceptable enough for his mom, (your anxiousness was also from the fact that a very cute boy was watching you, but that was aside from the point). 

you finished the final step, delicately wrapping the flowers in a thick brown paper and securing them in place with the tie of a thick ribbon. 

“there, all set! what do you think?” you asked cheerily, admiring the flowers you had put together. in your mind, you thought it looked pretty good, but it wasn’t your opinion that mattered here. 

“yeah…they look good.” 

“yay! i’m glad you like them!” you handed the bouquet over to him, a rush of happiness flooding through you at his approving words. “i hope you’ll come again!” 

“wait, how much was this?” he started to pat around his pockets for his wallet, but you shook your head. 

“don’t worry about it, it’s on me! just make sure to come back if you need more flowers, though i hope it’ll be for a better reason!” 

“i will…” he stared at you for a moment, a questioning look in his eyes. “hey, if you keep looking at me like that i’m going to take it back, so go apologize to your mom!” you ushered, waving bye to him. 

“thanks.” if you weren’t looking closely, you probably would have missed the small smile on his face before he left. 

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“isn’t that…” you squinted a bit, walking a few steps closer to get a better view. sure enough, there he was! the same black-haired amber eyed boy who you had helped last week, in another flower shop!! 

“oh my god, that total traitor!!” you huffed. “i told him to come back if he needed more flowers…” you watched as he got handed a bouquet of flowers, shaking your head in disdain. when you saw him head for the exit, you immediately panicked, scrambling away from the scene and jogging the whole way back to your shop. 

despite the fact that you had only seen him once, you still felt a bit of disappointment at the fact that he had gone to another flower shop, even when he’d said he would come back. maybe you scared him off? 

i didn’t even say anything weird though…

your thoughts kept you quite occupied while you were preparing the shop for open, though they were a bit burdensome when you happened to prick yourself on some roses, too distracted to be paying attention to the thorns properly. 

after some of the bouquet orders for the day, you flipped the sign on the door to ‘open’. you were about to go back to sulking behind the counter, but a glimpse of black hair outside caught your eye. 

looking closer, you realized that it was the same boy! he was seated on his motorcycle, chatting his a blonde haired boy who you assumed was his friend. 

maybe he had realized that the flowers from your shop were better!

however, your gaze narrowed when you realized that he was holding the same bouquet you had seen him with earlier, making your mood sour immediately. 

was he coming here to rub it in your face or something?!

while you were busy glaring, you started to notice that his blonde haired friend was gesturing and pointing wildly towards your shop, seeming to be shouting at the black haired boy about something. while you were still a little bit sour, you began to be intrigued by what was going on, contemplating going out there to see what all the commotion was about. 

the thought immediately perished as you made eye contact with the blonde, who could clearly see you staring at them through the windows of your shop. the two of you stared at each for a moment before you darted away from the glass, rushing back to behind the counter as you prayed that he didn’t actually see you, (he definitely did). 

“well, whatever! i helped him out and he went to another flower shop--so what!!” you muttered to yourself, throwing your hands up. “that’s the last time i ever do a nice thing for someone!!” you grumbled, preparing the flowers for the rest of the bouquet orders you had to do. 

it was a practiced routine at this point, so you were able to arrange the flowers properly without putting much thought into it, using it as busywork to take your mind off of things. you weren’t sure why you were so upset about the fact that this boy went to another flower shop, but it certainly wouldn’t help you to let it get in the way of things. 

hearing the bell to the door chime, you chirped out a ‘welcome in!’ as you continued trimming and arranging flowers, being careful this time to mind the thorns so that you didn’t get pricked a second time. 

“uh, hey.” the deep tone of voice immediately made you look up, feeling as if you would have snapped your neck if you looked up any faster. you shook off your nervousness, (and excitement) going back to what you were doing as you tried to look casual. 

“well, you’re back. whatever you want isn’t going to be on me this time because you betrayed me.” you said cooly, a bit of a frown on your lips. 

“betrayed--what? uh, anyways, i just wanted to give you these…” he cleared his throat, holding out a bouquet to you. when you finally looked up and took a good look, you noticed that the tips of his ears were red, (should you be having hope right now…? no, stop it! get a hold of yourself!). “and, uh, i got them with that flower language thing…” 

“what…?” you leaned forward across the counter, inspecting the flowers in the bouquet a bit closer. “calla lilies and white camellia’s…” looking up at the boy’s embarrassed and somewhat flustered expression, you paired it with the meaning of the flowers, and…

ah…

immediately, you felt your heartbeat speed up and felt the apples of your cheeks heating up, leaning back and looking away. you fiddled with your fingers for a moment as you tried to think of something--anything, really--to say. 

“i…uh…how, um, how did you come up with this…?” 

“my mom said it was a good idea…” he shifted a bit, his arm still holding out the bouquet of flowers. “if you don’t want them, i can jus’ take them back-” 

“no!” you grabbed the bouquet from him, smiling a bit too much, (you couldn’t help yourself though). “you’re giving them to me, so they’re mine now, right? you can’t take back a gift! and-and just hold on for a second!” you left without another moment to spare, running into the back and scrambling for a piece of paper. you picked up a nearby pen, quickly jotting down your name and number and then running back out, a big smile across your face. 

“here!” the boy in front of you grabbed the slip of paper, his amber eyes examining it before he smirked a bit, showing off the sharp bits of his canines. 

“(y/n), is that right?” 

“yes! what’s your name?” 

“baji. baji keisuke.” 

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

bonus: 

“baji-san! how did it go!?” 

“i need a yakisoba right now, chifuyu…” baji grumbled, sitting on his bike and leaning back. 

“did you get rejected?!” chifuyu asked, a look of grave anticipation on his face.

“no!! she thought i betrayed her flower shop because i went to another flower shop! your idea was shit!” chifuyu’s face went pale at that, his mouth hanging wide open. 

“i didn’t think about that…” 

“yeah, this is the last time i take advice from whatever weird manga shit you got this from.” 

“...��

“...”

“i mean, she said yes, right? a win is a win!” 

“...shaddup.”

(chifuyu proceeded to pay for the yakisoba outings for the next six months.)

geraniums: folly, stupidity | tansy: hostile thoughts, declaring war | white tulips: apology, i'm sorry | daffodils: appreciation, happiness | calla lily: beauty | white camellia: you're adorable

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Reminiscing

~

"Okay, this one."

Lily's irate frustration was a nearly tangible crackle in the perfumed air of the boutique. Draco glanced up over the rim of his spectacles.

"Absolutely not," he said calmly.

Lily's fists balled up in the skirt of the slinky, forest green dress she wore. Thousands of shimmery little beads were sewn into the light, clingy fabric. The slit ran all the way up to mid-thigh and the halterneck straps were beaded strings.

"Why." Lily's question sounded from between grit teeth.

"Turn around," Draco said flatly.

A moment of hesitation, and then Lily spun around to reveal her back, exposed from neck to tail bone.

"Absolutely not," repeated Draco, looking back down into his phone, typing out an email with one forefinger, painstakingly slow.

"It's a dress. You want me to buy a dress. This is a dress."

"I want you to be respectably dressed for your seventeenth birthday party," Draco replied without looking up. "You're coming of age, yes, but you will do so whilst dressed as you ought to be."

"As I ought to be," Lily repeated scornfully.

"As a Potter-Malfoy ought to be."

"Why can't a Potter-Malfoy wear something like this?"

"We don't go out in public half-naked."

"This is a floor length gown."

"The whole length of your left leg is on display, as is the entirety of your back." Draco glanced up once more. "Your whole back. You're practically naked."

Lily"s clenched jaw shifted as she gnashed her teeth some more. With forced calm, she said, "Papa, I do not want to be wearing some sort of Victorian ballgown for my seventeenth birthday party."

"More's the pity. But no, definitely not this one either."

"I can wear a jacket over it." Lily raised one eyebrow when Draco looked up again. "I want a leather jacket."

Draco snorted, shaking his head. "I don't think so."

"Dad said I could get one."

"Your dad is an idiot."

"I want one like his."

"Absolutely not. He's a lunatic with a flying motorcycle. You don't want everything he has, trust me."

"It's just a bloody leather jacket, Papa, please!" Lily actually stomped one booted foot, her voice rising shrilly.

"I'm used to strops, darling, I invented them," Draco said, completely unbothered. "Besides, what would your grandmother say. She would faint."

"She told me to get the jacket in black." When Draco looked up in genuine surprise, Lily went on, "She said black would go best with her opal earrings that she's having reset in silver for my birthday present."

Draco stared at her over his spectacles as she stood glaring back at him, hands on her hips.

Then the bell above the door tinkled merrily, and Harry's voice filled the silence of the stylish little boutique as he exchanged cheerful pleasantries with the owner.

Reaching breaking point, Lily shrieked, "DAD!"

"I will not tolerate that sort of screaming in a public--," Draco started.

"Green, eh?" Harry said, walking into the private area Draco had reserved for the afternoon, his own boots loud on the wooden flooring.

"Because I have your eyes," Lily said in her most honeyed voice. "Grandma's eyes."

"Good choice, Lils," Harry said affectionately, sitting down on the plush sofa next to Draco before carefully picking through the collection of truffles set out in little crystal bowls.

"You haven't looked at the dress very closely," Draco said, voice tight.

"Oh?" Harry popped a hazelnut truffle into his mouth, straightened his glasses a bit, and leaned back, crossing ankle over knee. "Let me do that, then." A pause, and then, "She looks great!"

Draco twirled one forefinger through the air, motioning for Lily to spin. "She's half-naked."

"It's the trend now or something," Harry said, shrugging and scratching carelessly through his beard.

"I want to wear it with a leather jacket, Dad," Lily said hastily. "A black leather jacket. One like yours."

Harry grinned, roughing up his hair as was his wont. "Like Sirius'. Yeah, why not? Let's get you one."

"Harry."

Draco's lips were very thin as he pulled off his glasses and turned the full force of his displeasure onto Harry.

"Don't," said Harry. "We said she could pick her own outfit."

"The Minister's going to be at the party," Draco said tightly.

"Doubt he cares, honestly," Harry said, eating more chocolate. "Besides, it's Lily's day."

"I don't like to be ganged up against," Draco said, teeth gleaming white on a forced, very dangerous smile.

"Babe, we're not ganging up--," Harry started.

"Where is James?" Draco said suddenly, raising his voice over Harry's.

"My ears are burning," James drawled, sauntering in. Draco turned in his seat to look at him, his mouth slightly open.

James' hair was a bright, lemon yellow where it stood in a carefully styled, vertical mass on his head. The sides had been shaved down close to the scalp and dyed green.

Draco could only splutter in apoplectic dismay at the sight.

"What are you supposed to look like?!" he finally managed to ask.

James shrugged, scratching behind one pierced ear. "Dad thinks it looks cool."

Draco whirled around in his seat, now glaring violently at Harry. "He was supposed to get a haircut that's also suitable for school."

"He's still on summer break," Harry said.

"His head looks like a bloody sunflower!" Draco said. "Harry, you had one job--"

But Lily was now cackling loudly at James, who in turn stood grinning proudly, hands in his pockets, fourteen years old and sincerely unbothered about a single opinion that wasn't his own. Harry couldn't help grinning, too, but he quickly moved closer to Draco and took one of his hands with both his own.

"Babe, we've talked about this," he murmured gently. "This is one of those times you need to let go. Remember how we talked about letting go?"

"She's seventeen, and he looks someone cracked an egg on his head," Draco seethed.

Harry leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

"How about lunch at the Ritz?" he asked gently.

"And then we buy me a black leather jacket," Lily said, hitching up the skirt of her dress and stomping loudly back to the changing room.

"Life was easier when I was seventeen," Draco muttered darkly, glaring at where their son was inspecting a rack of dinner jakcets.

Harry grinned again. "Yeah. A war, a megalomaniac. I really miss those days."

~

[moralesmilesanhour]

Hi, hope you're doing well. I was hoping to request Earth 42! Miles with a SO that's really into art. Like fashion and films and literature and all that and knows a lot about art history.

Hell yeah! (I'm an art history major and my mom did fashion design so I got rlly excited at this)

Warning: vague spoilers for 'NOPE' (2022) if anyone cares about those lmao

"...Do you need sumn?"

Miles gave you a weird look. You had been looking him up and down for the past ten minutes, and not in the good way. Your eyes narrowed.

"Your 'fit is bothering me."

The fit in question? A sleek, structured leather jacket paired with swampy-green basketball shorts. The horror.

Miles looked down, then looked at your own monochromatic ensemble as you stood with your arms crossed. Somehow you had made a large belt with a blue tracksuit make sense. Clearly you knew something he didn't.

He tilted his head in curiosity. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's..." your made wild gestures with your hands, "...the silhouette. I don't like that jacket with the shorts, it creates a weird shape to me."

Miles blinked. "I don't follow."

You shook your head, "Just lemme getchu a different pair of pants."

As you threw open and rummaged through your closet, the boy sighed.

"I'm not wearing any of them tight ass skinny jeans."

"I know, that's not what I'm looking for...ah! These could work!"

Miles yelped as he dodged the two folded pairs of jeans you tossed at him.

You turned and pointed him towards the bathroom.

"Try em' on, 'cuz we not going out with you looking like this. Claro?

"Claro," Miles grinned with his hands raised in surrender before making a beeline for the door.

He made no attempt to defend his sense of fashion because, frankly, it was funnier when he let you rant about color combinations and "silhouettes". And he got free stuff out of it.

Miles re-entered not more than five minutes later, shifting uncomfortably in a pair of faded bell-bottoms.

You clapped your hands together excitedly.

"That's so cute!"

The boy's upper lip curled up in distaste, and your face fell.

"You don't like 'em?"

"Yeah, not happening."

"Ugh, fine. Lemme see the other ones, then."

Another trip to the bathroom, and Miles returned in a pair of boot-cut jeans of a much darker wash. The way he leaned against the door frame told you that he was far more satisfied with these. You nodded in approval.

"You need some boots with those," you said, visualizing the ensemble in your head.

The grin on Miles' face immediately dropped at the word 'boots'.

"Absolutely not."

"Come on! They're called 'boot cut' for a reason!"

"The converses stay. Those are off-limits."

He crossed his arms, and you relented.

"Fine. You're so boring."

"I'll be that," Miles shrugged. "Movie starts in fifteen. Let's bounce."

-

You smacked your boyfriend in the arm as you exited the theater.

"You fell asleep?!?"

"I'm sorry, okay? They took mad long to show the alien!"

"To show the--that's not even the point of the movie!"

Your arms had begun to flail around, and it was taking all of the strength Miles could muster not to laugh.

"Cálmate," he gently brought your arm down before taking your hand. "Tell me everything you liked about it at my place."

"Don't tell me to 'calm down'," you muttered.

-

"So?" Miles plopped down on his mattress, patting a spot next to him. "What happened while I was knocked out?"

You rolled your eyes, but sat down anyway.

"So like, the whole thing's about spectacle, right?"

"M-hm."

"So they get the weird film director guy to help them film the alien, 'cuz OJ figured out that the alien is a animal, like a horse. Then this guy from TMZ comes and puts his life in danger tryna get footage..."

Miles rested his chin in his palm as he watched your eyes light up.

"...Miles, are you listening? And then she did the motorcycle maneuver from 'Akira'!"

"Yeah, I'm listening. Still need to watch that one."

"...then the movie ends with the sister about to get swarmed by reporters, 'cuz the whole point is that, like, everyone's just tryna make money off of the story even though people literally died."

The boy leaned in and pecked you on the cheek. "Very succinct analysis. Now can we play some UNO?"

-

Miles shoved his cold hands into his pockets and shifted from one foot to another. You gazed into the painted-on eyes of the ancient African headdress encased in a cube of glass.

"Look, Miles! Cool right?"

He snorted, "Looks like one of your wig heads."

"It's bad bitches in every time period," you parried back. "You like that one?"

Miles had moved to your right to get into a staring contest with a mask in a similar display case. It was round with prominent, low cheekbones and jagged fangs to complete its frightening expression.

"Yeah, this shit hard. Can we take pictures in here?"

"Yup. It's a Sachihongo mask. Mbunda style."

He took out his phone and snapped a photo; He had that look in his eyes that he got when he was about to build something for the robotics club. Miles smirked.

"I think this is my favorite section."

-

This was fun to write! Made me wanna hop on a train and visit the MET again sdfghjk I just had to scroll through they website to make sure my descriptions were accurate. Thanks for requesting!

[padmestrilogy]

andor is absolutely slower than the average star wars & it does have plenty of "people talking" scenes. HOWEVER. it's as much an adventure as the rest of em!! in the first ten minutes our protagonist goes into a brothel looking for his sister and then kills two cops. then he joins the rebellion and flees his home village on a motorcycle while exploding the whole joint with bombs. then he joins a heist team and they steal a shit ton of money from the government while the space aurora borealis happens and half of them die in the process. then he goes to prison (unrelated to heist) and helps stage a massive prison break with gollum. then he goes back to his village to rescue his ex gf who has been tortured by cops & meanwhile the village stages a massive protest where they beat the government with bricks & more bombs. thats so much adventure. that's so much spectacle. that's not even factoring in the side plots. the only difference is these big action set-pieces aren't strung together & get to breathe! we build up to them! so it's more rewarding! it's

[cheshirecatuniverse]

Fight Back! (Rocky)

Rocky Mutsugi x Flag Girl! Reader

Song: Prince Charming - Willa Ford

Summary: To a lot of people, you're just a pretty piece of work. But tonight, you felt special.

WC: 1.8k

Notes: my works can be gorey, violent, and other mature themes! HIII IM BACK, school has been a pain in the ass but i have never stopped writing! this is my first oneshot to my high&low x fast&furious au, keep an eye out for more in the future. not edited.

Fast & Furious AU Masterlist

The streets were buzzing with people and cars in parallel lines. Giving space for the race "track" of the night.

The crowds of people overflowed the sidewalks and onto the street. Groups were flaunting their modified cars, some placing bets on the races, and others who took the opportunity to sell car parts.

Three white motorcycles sped past you, making you rub your arms at the sudden breeze. The bikes, or rather the drivers, caught the attention to everyone around you.

"Is it... a gang?" The girl beside you asked obliviously. Like you, another one of the boss's "showgirls" as he likes to call you.

Behind you, a voice intruded, "Girrll, do you even know who sponsored tonight?"

"Who?"

One of the belt loops of your shorts had the flag loosely tied around it. The custom logo on the black and white was known well on these streets.

"White Rascals," You answered, looking around. The men dressed fully in white had been patrolling even before you got here. Easy to spot in the crowd. The deal was that if the race was on their territory, then it would be in their control.

You told the girls around you, " 'm gonna go find Tej." Then split fast to go through the crowds of people. You couldn't start a race without Tej, everyone's favorite announcer.

"You look stunning, (Y/n)."

"Cute top!"

"Check out the flag girl."

You thanked the people you knew and smiled at the strangers who whistled and yelled. Something that happened everytime you walked into the crowded streets.

Once a week, you'd take the time out of your night to be a spectacle. The men who ran the races always needed women in short-shorts and skirts to get people's attention.

Which was fine by you. You got a fat check at the end of every night.

"(Y/n)," Tej jogged over you when he spotted you. Wearing a white jumpsuit with his garage's name on the corner. His gold watch and rings complementing his brown skin. "You gonna help me sell tonight?"

"As long as the money pours," You smile and nodded, walking back with him to the starting line.

"Mhm," He hummed and crossed his arms. "Though, you're probably not gonna get much from the boss tonight. You should help me sell a couple cars tomorrow, too."

"Wait, why?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Boss has to split with Rocky. 55 to 45."

Rocky, you knew vaguely that he was the leader of White Rascals. He must have been a convincing man to get forty-five percent.

You pursed your lips, hiding your agitation. "Fine. Text me tomorrow then."

You found yourself back on the edge of the sidelines. The cars for this match already cruising down to line up, their supporters following beside them.

"Boss says 5 minutes 'til," One of the other showgirls called out.

"My cue," Tej popped out his collar and walked in the middle of the road.

Once Tej stepped away from the street, you came after. You tugged the flag from your shorts as you strutted to the center. Heels, hitting the black street with almost a bit of passion. But you wouldn't let your boss get your very best, no. Not with the pay you'll get tonight.

The whistles and whoops were all ignored. Only the loud and vibrant colored cars in front you had your attention. With a hand on your hip you watched, the racers revving the engine. The headlights made your earrings glimmer, made your lip gloss shine.

For a moment, it made you be the thing everyone was looking at. The only thing, something you ignore because it didn't really matter to you. The rush and the control, that was what you made you giddy. As you yelled for the racers to be prepared you raised the flag in your hand, you smiled at the way the cars and crowd grew louder.

Then, at your decision, you abruptly brought down the flag. The cars hurtled past you, and you turned back to watch them get smaller and faster in the distance. Still smiling, in your own world.

Back in the sidelines you handed the flag to the next girl for the next round. You could still feel the eyes on the crowd on you, which was good. When the matches were over you had to stand around and clean Tej's products.

Thirty minutes later you ended up at one of the public bathrooms. The buddy-system isn't something that is easily forgettable, the other girls employed by the boss made that clear. So when one of showgirls you were more friendly with had to go, you would be evil to say no.

"I'm right behind you," You gave her permission to leave the bathroom before you.

You took only one minute to fix the small flaws in your hair, adjusting your top even though it was fine as it was. But a minute was all it took for some guy to get all in her business.

Running heels was not the best idea, but the way the stranger was holding her arms slowly trying to drag her away made you panic.

No, nope.

So you slipped a heel off and threw it. You watched as the man stumbled at the impact to his head.

It was not going be enough to stop him but it gave you enough time to take of your other heel. You ran to your friend's side, ignoring the way your foot got cut for stumbling into some broken glass.

"Mind your business," The man growled. More agitated at the fact that you were shielding your friend than that you threw your 5 inch heel at him.

"Or what, bitch? You gonna hit a girl?" You taunt. Behind you, your friend's face paled at your insane provoking response. She was ready to yank you out of there and run for her life.

"I will if I have-"

A hand on his shoulder, made the stranger turn around and get hit with a baton. Soon enough, you aware of your surroundings. Figures dressed in white, chic with their appearances.

"That will not happen." The man in white was composed, even had a casual smile but his eyes were burning.

You expected him to finish the job, but to your surprise he backed away. Letting a man behind him step forward.

The way this man carried himself, you have never met Rocky. But you knew you were in his presence even before he pulled his hands out his coat, revealing a pair of handcuffs hanging on his wrist. Even before he opened his mouth, revealing his silver grill.

When he took off his crimson tinted sunglasses, the aggravator before you cursed quietly.

Rocky didn't glare, he didn't need to.

He titled his head to the side, simply staring at the man. "What are you doing?"

The man laughed shaking his head and pointed at you, "I didn't do shit, if anything you need to care of this crazy lady."

The audacity this man had you and your friend stare at each other with disbelief. As if somehow he was going to make this all go away.

When Rocky walked closer, and it seemed like the man lost his mind.

"Hey! It's not my fucking fault. They're a bunch of whores who walk around starting problems."

Even before Rocky could swing a fist at the man, he stumbled to his knees. The man clutching his head in pain.

Rocky watched as you scowled, hand holding up a heel up above your head.

Koo and Kizzy let out audible sounds of suprise. Koo even took a small step back.

"Try touching one of my friends again," You warned. Then starting to yell, "Try it, you creep! I dare you!"

You started jam your heel in his head again and your friend squealed for you stop. Unfortunately, she tugged you far enough away so the man couldn't be hit again.

"Let the White Rascals deal with it," She pleaded.

"Like hell 'm not gonna do nothing," You scowled and loosened her grasp enough to kick your bloody foot to his back. It made the pathetic man crumble all the way to the ground.

"(Y/n)!"

"Oh please. His pathetic ass is fine."

One of the White Rascals walked up to his beaten up form. She crossed her arms, "Woww."

She looked to the man beside her, "What do you think, Koo? Do we dump him in the street or the dumpster."

You exhaled loudly at the sight of them dragging the guy away, stress beginning to subside in you. Another member of the White Rascals took your friend aside to consol her and offer her security.

Rocky quietly approached you, extending his hand, "Please, come with me."

"Why?" You asked. Despite your confusion, you put your hand into his much larger one. It felt as natural as gravity.

"You're injured," He looked down to your legs. Which made you realized how easily you forgotten your stinging cut. "Did he do this to you?

His warm eyes looked at you with concern. This complete stranger, who loomed over you with power. You tried not to look so taken back.

"No," You felt embarrassed, "I just.. didn't watch my step."

He nodded, leading you somewhere, "Okay, that's okay."

How you ended up on a bench with a leader of Sword kneeling before you, is honestly something you couldn't exactly explain. At first you refused to look at Rocky, looking at the cane he placed at the floor but then slowly ended up back to him.

The way he bandaged your foot was so gentle and kind, it made you feel a mix a things. Especially when he cleaned the cut on your foot with rubbing alcohol. He muttered apologies when he heard the hisses under your breath.

Rocky even went as far as slipping your heel back onto your foot. The rough pads on his finger grazing your skin in the process. It felt, comforting.

"I'll have one of my men take you home in a couple minutes," He rose up from the ground.

"I can't. Boss only pays if I'm here the whole night," You stood up too, lips pursing at the pain in your foot.

"Careful," Rocky's hands held your arms when you saw you struggling to stand. For a moment you looked up at him meekly. Again, the feeling of his hands on you.

"Don't worry about that," He shook his head, "I'll make sure you get your money."

"But," You tilted your head, "Why?"

It was foreign to have anyone around here do so much for you.

Rocly looked at you with clear eyes. He honestly answered, "I protect women."

You laughed, a smile suddenly appearing on your face. Then leaned up, pressing your lips to his cheek. He didn't have his sunglasses on to hide the way his eyes widened.

You smiled deviously. Happy with his frozen state. "You must get a lot of girls with that line."

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[darcydarlingdabbles]

You Were Meant for Me

Bonus chapter, between parts 1 & 2 of Until the Devil's Last Dance

RadioApple₊⁺⋆ 50s Human AU ₊⁺⋆ Omega!Alastor ₊⁺⋆ Explicit~ 5k

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CW: Light Discussion of period typical sexism, mostly romance and sex

🎙️Some things were meant to be, even if the world doesn’t understand. Tonight, under the flickering lights of the drive-in, love finds its place on the back of a beloved machine, where rules don’t apply, and shadows run deep. Stay tuned for a little bit of rebelion with ‘You Were Meant for Me.’"🎙️

Bonus: You Were Meant for Me

🎶You’re like a plaintive melody

That never lets me free🎶

In the flickering glow from the colossal film projector, a fleet of cars with families and young lovers huddled together in the valley below. Sturdy Chevrolets and sleek Cadillacs, their polished surfaces reflecting the flickering light, formed a theatre under the star under the stars, where tendrils of cigarette smoke drifted up to the night sky.

Far up above, just along the treeline where Lucifer had parked, the film cast a dreamlike glow over the couple on the faded red blanket. 

 Alastor nestled closer to the blonde alpha, inhaling his mate’s familiar scent of leather and smoke as he rested his head against his strong chest. 

The opening notes of "Singin' in the Rain" wound their way from the little cherry radio hanging over one of the handlebars of the motorcycle behind them. 

🎶But I’m content🎶

"I must admit, I'm rather surprised you brought us here," Alastor murmured, his eyes fixed on the opening, titular number.

 He felt the rumble of Lucifer's chuckle beneath his cheek.

"Course I did, sweetheart.” Lucifer replied, his tattooed fingers idly stroking Alastor's arm. “You lit up like a Christmas tree when you saw it was playing,"

Alastor hummed contentedly, allowing himself a small smile. “It’s true enough. Gene Kelly's effortless charm, the lavish dance numbers, the sheer spectacle of it all…”

Part of him expected to be interrupted, and was still surprised when the alpha didn’t even try to take over. He was still getting used to that.

"Yes, well," Alastor said, redirecting with a hint of suggestion in his tone. "I appreciate the gesture, darling. But isn't this technically our honeymoon? I would have thought you'd have…different activities in mind."

He tilted his head up, catching the glint in Lucifer's eye. The alpha's lips quirked into a smirk, before the blonde gave a shrug and leaned down to brush a kiss against the omega’s temple. 

“Eh, you and I always seem to find time for that. Don’t we, sweetheart?”

“We certainly do.” The omega murmured, making sure he didn’t sound any less than enamoured with his alpha. 

Alastor's gaze drifted from the screen again, to his hand resting on Lucifer's jacket, where the new, simple golden band was now wrapped around his ring finger. The metal gleamed faintly in the glimmering light from the distant gigantic movie screen. 

He found himself tracing the smooth surface with his thumb, lost in thought.

They had gotten married at the courthouse, a quick and efficient affair as they passed through Tennessee. It had been practical, sensible–everything Alastor typically preferred. And yet...

"Surely you'd want a hotel room for a more traditional wedding night," Alastor said aloud, his tone light but probing.

"Ya really just want me steal your virtue, huh?" Lucifer snickered, his words harkening back to the first night the omega had invited him into his bed.

Among other things. 

Alastor scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please. That ship has long since sailed, as you well know."

"Yeah, I’m pretty sure I was there," Lucifer hummed, his arm tightening around Alastor with a shared chuckle. 

The brunette felt his alpha’s chin resting on his hair as they watched the film down on the screen below. Alastor was considerably more relaxed against his mate. Though his thumb kept flicking over the ring. Turning it along his finger like an irresistible itch. 

After a moment, Lucifer spoke, with a much softer voice. "You’ve been pretty upset all day. Especially, during the ceremony."

Alastor stiffened imperceptibly.

🎵I’ve laid awake the whole night through

If I ever dared to think you’d care🎶

 He'd thought he'd hidden it so well, maintained his usual mask of sardonic amusement. But of course Lucifer would see right through him—the constant realization was both comforting and unsettling.

"It's nothing," Alastor deflected, forcing a smile. “Just, wedding day jitters, so they say.”

But even as the words left his mouth, Alastor knew Lucifer wouldn't let it go that easily. The alpha had an uncanny knack for blundering his way past Alastor's carefully constructed facades. With all the grace of a bull in a china shop…and the tenderness of a gentle giant.

 It was the thing that both drew Alastor to him and kept him perpetually on edge.

The omega leaned back, regarding Lucifer with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "What made you say that?" he asked, wondering when exactly he’d lost his touch for deceiving alphas. 

“You mean what gave it away?” A wry smile played at the corners of Lucifer's mouth as he caught the omega’s eye. "You’re still a really good actor sweetheart, don’t worry." He shrugged, just barely jostling the omega on his chest. “I’m just, really tuned in to your scent. I guess.” 

"I see," Alastor murmured, his mind already racing with the implications.

This was new information, and potentially dangerous. He'd have to be more careful in the future when trying to conceal things from Lucifer. Because there were always things he would need to hide. 

The omega didn’t even realize he was turning the ring on his finger nervously again. 

Lucifer reached for Alastor's hand, bringing it to his lips. “Y’know, it really seems like you hate this thing.”  He placed a soft kiss on the golden band encircling Alastor's finger. 

Alastor swallowed thickly, wondering if guilt would influence his scent. 

"Kinda leaves me wondering why you insisted on getting married in the first place.” Those golden eyes, that were always glinting with mischief and mirth, were suddenly serious. And searching his out. 

Alastor felt a tightness in his chest. 

He'd been dreading this conversation, but he supposed it was inevitable. 

"I..." he began, then paused, collecting his thoughts as he watched the screen. "Just some archaic phrasing in the vows. Nothing to worry about.” The omega took a breath through his nose, knowing his mate would not be satisfied with that. ”I despise the very notion of being owned. To vow to submit and obey…”

He felt Lucifer give him a supportive squeeze. 

“But since it seems I have no choice in the matter of my ownership, I want to ensure that, in the eyes of the law, I will not belong to anyone but you."

The words left a bitter taste in his mouth, but Alastor knew they were true. In this world that saw omegas as property, Lucifer was the lesser evil. The devil Alastor knew—and, despite his better judgment, the one he had come to care for deeply.

Lucifer's expression softened, his thumb gently caressing Alastor's hand. “Sweetheart," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "You know I’d never treat you like a possession."

Alastor felt a warmth spread through his chest at Lucifer's words, but he couldn't quite shake the unease that had settled over him.

 His eyes drifted down to the golden band encircling his finger, glinting in the dim light from the distant movie screen.

"I know that, Lucifer," The omega said, his voice tight. "And I appreciate it more than you know. But…" He trailed off, struggling to articulate what was swirling within him.

Lucifer waited patiently, his gaze never leaving Alastor's face.

Finally, the omega found his voice again. "It doesn't change the fact that this ring…it feels like another collar. Just…not around my neck."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Alastor felt a pang of regret. He hadn't meant to be so blunt, so honest. Lucifer was at his heart a romantic. He adored the little things Alastor found trite. And he loved a grand gesture.

🎶Nature patterned you

And when she was done🎶

But before he could backtrack, Lucifer was moving.

Easy as could be, the alpha brought Alastor's hand to his lips once more. But instead of placing a kiss on the ring, he nimbly slipped it off with his teeth. Alastor watched, utterly perplexed, as Lucifer spat the ring into his own palm.

"Huh, you're right," Lucifer mused, examining the small golden circle as he held it up to the wavering light. "I guess it does kinda look like a collar."

🎵You were all the sweet things

Rolled up in one🎵

Then, without warning, Lucifer reared back and hurled the ring down the hill.

Alastor watched, slack-jawed, as it disappeared into the darkness.

"What are you—?" Alastor sputtered, his usual composure completely shattered as he sat upright.  Watching as the band of gold glinted as it arced down the hill, but he lost sight of it at the first bounce. “Lucifer?”

"I meant what I said, Al. I don't need rings or marks to make it real.“ The alpha’s eyes gleamed with impishness and sincerity as he turned back to his omega. “The only reason I did it, was to protect you."

Before Alastor could fully process this, Lucifer slipped off his own ring and, with a dramatic flourish, tossed it down the hill too. To join Alastor's. 

The golden band glinted briefly in the moonlight before vanishing into the grass below.

Alastor sat in stunned silence for a long moment, his mind reeling. 

🎵Life was a song,

You came along🎶

This alpha, this man who had upended his entire world, continued to surprise him at every turn. The last of Alastor’s reservations crumbled away.

Without warning, he lunged forward, grabbing Lucifer's face between his hands. 

Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was equal parts passion and gratitude. Alastor poured every ounce of his newfound certainty into that kiss, his fingers tangling in Lucifer's hair. When they finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Alastor rested his forehead against Lucifer's. 

🎶This is what I’d say to you🎶

"It's like you were meant for me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

As their lips slid together, easy, familiar, and the sweetest taste that this bitter omega had ever enjoyed…Alastor's mind drifted to Lucifer's earlier comment about being attuned to his scent.

 A wicked idea formed in his mind. He decided to put that claim to the test.

Keeping his voice carefully neutral, Alastor pulled back slightly and said, "And I was meant for you."

 But even as the words left his lips, he deliberately conjured up a vivid memory of Lucifer's head between his thighs, the alpha's talented tongue working him into a frenzy. He focused on that memory, willing the arousal to seep into his scent.

Like warm honey. 

Lucifer's reaction was immediate and primal. 

Alastor watched, fascinated, as the alpha's nostrils flared, drinking in the sudden shift in his smell. Lucifer's pupils dilated, turning his eyes dark and hungry.

 In an instant, their kisses heated, from sweet to fierce, Lucifer's teeth grazing Alastor's lower lip.

Alastor met his alpha’s intensity with equal fervor, his hands roaming over the alpha's broad shoulders, slipping under his heavy leather coat to skim the tight black shirt his mate wore. 

The omega pushed his experiment further. He tugged at Lucifer, urging the alpha on top of him.

As Lucifer's weight settled over him, Alastor deliberately conjured a distinct memory.

 He forced himself to recall Vox's rough grip on the nape of his neck, imagining that vile alpha bending him over as he so clearly lusted after.

 Disgust and fear flooded his system, tainting his scent.

Lucifer jerked back like he’d been burned, concern etched across his features. "Alastor? Are you alright?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

Alastor blinked, momentarily stunned by the alpha's keen perception.

That was damn fast. Alarmingly so. 

He would need to be far more careful with his emotions around Lucifer than he'd thought.

Thinking quickly, Alastor plastered on a coy smile. "I'm fine, darling. I just had a rather…wild thought." He trailed a finger down Lucifer's chest, his voice dropping to a purr. "I was wondering if you might indulge me in something."

Lucifer's worried expression softened, though the curiosity on his face didn’t fully clear his apprehension. "You know I'd do anything for you."

Alastor's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear as he whispered, "Every time I'm on the back of your motorcycle, my arms wrapped around you, feeling that…thrumming machine between my legs…" He paused, letting the tension drip like caramel. "I can't help but imagine you taking me right there, on your magnificent ride."

Lucifer's breath hitched, that devilish tongue of his darting over his lips at Alastor's words.

 He pulled back slightly, conflict visible in his expression. "That's…not exactly safe, sweetheart," he murmured, but his voice lacked conviction.

Undeterred, Alastor trailed kisses along Lucifer's jawline, allowing more arousal to seep into his scent. 

He could feel Lucifer's resolve weakening with each passing moment.

After a beat of hesitation, Lucifer spoke again, his voice husky. "Well…I guess if we had the kickstand down…"

Alastor's eyebrows rose in mock concern. "Wouldn't that be too much weight for such a small piece of metal?"

“Hell no,” Lucifer chuckled, his hands tightening on Alastor's hips. "Might be small, but it’s way stronger than it looks."

A thrill of excitement ran through Alastor. This secluded spot, far from prying eyes…his devious mind was already concocting all manner of delightful scenarios.

He gazed up at Lucifer through half-lidded eyes. "So…is that a yes?"

“Well,” Lucifer bit his bottom lip, clearly wrestling with his desires and his usual caution. Finally, he nodded. "We can, mess around, a bit.” 

“Wonderful.” Alastor purred. 

 As they rose to their feet, Alastor couldn't help but wonder what other boundaries he might be able to push in the future.

♫ ♫ ♫

The red chrome of Lucifer's motorcycle gleamed under the moonlight as they approached, their footsteps muffled in the soft grass. Alastor's heart raced with anticipation.

"You seem nervous, darling," Alastor purred, drawing his fingers teasingly along the studded leather saddle. "Should I promise to be gentle with her?"

“Trust me, she can handle it.” Lucifer shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Just…making sure we’re really alone up here."

“I have come to trust your unusually keen senses.” Alastor chuckled, just brushing over the shining handle bars. “Would you teach me to drive, if I asked?

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Lucifer's eyes lit up. "Whenever ya want."

“How about, right now?” Without warning, Alastor swung his leg over the bike, straddling it with practiced ease. He leaned forward, arching his back as he sunk deliberately low over the machine. "How's this for a starting position?"

Lucifer's sharp intake of breath was music to Alastor's ears. 

“That’s fucking perfect.” The alpha said, his voice a low growl. Before shaking his head and rubbing a tattooed hand over his face. “I mean, not if you wanna ride anything but—well if you wanna ride one particular thing that position is perfect to—”

“Alpha.” The brunette teased lightly, breaking through his stumbling. “Why don’t you come show me?” He offered, hazel eyes smirking over his round glasses. “I find I learn far better with a hands-on demonstration.”

“I’ll say ya do.” The alpha moved behind him at once, strong hands gripping Alastor's hips. "Perfect," Lucifer murmured, pulling Alastor back against his crotch. Somehow, his lack of subtly was endearing. And enticing. "Lemme show ya the basics."

“You are an excellent teacher.” The omega cooed back to him. 

As Lucifer began explaining the controls, Alastor found his attention divided between the mechanical details and the tantalizing press of Lucifer's body against his.  Those wandering hands didn’t escape his notice…especially when he intentionally positioned and pressed the omega into his motorcycle’s saddle. 

When Lucifer reached around and brought the bike rumbling to life beneath him.

"Oh my," Alastor gasped, the vibrations sending doing exactly what he’d been playing at before–thrumming up between his legs.

 Lucifer's lips found Alastor's neck, peppering it with kisses as he adjusted their position, pressing Alastor more firmly against the quaivering seat—like he knew exactly where the shocks were worn down the most—as the alpha got his mouth around the unmarked mating gland at the base of his neck.

A keening sound escaped the omega’s throat, half from the novel sensation and half from Lucifer's wandering attentions. 

"I think," Alastor managed between shaky breaths, "this might be my favorite lesson yet."

“Oh, mine too.” Lucifer growled, his hands kneading at his mate’s thighs. 

Alastor purred, his voice low and sultry. "Darling, I think you should touch me." His fingers curled around the handlebars, gripping them tightly as he pressed back against Lucifer. "Show me how an alpha handles his ride."

“Fuck, the way ya talk like that…” Lucifer's breath hitched, his hands sliding down Alastor's sides. Deftly unfastening Alastor's trousers. His hand slipped inside, fingers seeking out Alastor's warmth.

"Ah!" Alastor gasped, his hips jerking forward.

 The dual sensations of Lucifer's skilled fingers, easily sliding between his soaking lips and finding his clit as the motorcycle hummed beneath him. He bit his lip, stifling a moan as Lucifer stroked him with increasing urgency.

"Is this what you wanted?" Lucifer whispered, his lips brushing Alastor's ear.

Alastor nodded frantically, his own coherence rapidly slipping away. "Yes…" He turned his head, meeting Lucifer's gaze with burning brightness. "I want you to fuck me, Lucifer. Right here, right now."

“Alastor…”

Without hesitation, the omega  stood, shimmying out of his undone trousers and his soaked under things.

With a glance over his shoulder at the movie still playing in the valley below, he bent over the motorcycle, elbows resting on the seat, and looked back at Lucifer with a challenging smirk. "Well, alpha? What are you waiting for?"

Alastor knew he was being bold, vulgar even, but he craved that look of darkened desire on the golden blonde’s face.

Lucifer positioned himself behind Alastor, hands gripping the omega's hips. "You're sure?" he asked, his voice strained with barely contained lust.

"Absolutely," Alastor breathed. 

🎶The angels must have sent you

And they meant you just for me...🎶

Alastor gasped as the blunt head of Lucifer’s cock pressed into him, the alpha's enthusiasm evident in the way he grabbed the omega’s hips and pulled him into every thrust. Slick slid down Alastor’s tightly pressed thighs, heightening every push and pull. 

A small part of the omega’s mind whispered a wish…for more.

He would love for Lucifer to grab his hair and pull as he fucked him, to press a hand against the back of his neck. To make him go limp. To make him take it. 

 But embarrassment kept the words trapped in his throat. His alpha was strong, but he was at his heart sweet.  And Alastor didn't want Lucifer to think less of him for craving such rough treatment.

Just as the thought was starting to leave his mind, Lucifer's hand pressed firmly against the middle of Alastor's back, pushing him down. The alpha's tattooed fingers splayed across Alastor's crisp white shirt, a stark contrast that sent a thrill through him.

"Oh, fuck," Alastor moaned, the combination of Lucifer's force and relentless thrusts pushing him over the edge.

 He came with a shudder, his eyes scrunched shut.

Until the music from his favorite movie came back to his ears, reminding him that he was ankle deep in untamed grass, panting against the leather seat. 

Lucifer slowed his movements, his touch becoming gentle.

 "Are you alright, love?" he asked, his voice tender. "You don’t like being knotted like this, right?"

"No, not from behind," Alastor confirmed, his breath still ragged. He turned, flashing Lucifer a pernicious grin. "But I have another idea."

🎵But I’m content🎶

Alastor swung his leg over the motorcycle, positioning himself backwards on the seat. He leaned back, gripping the handlebars for support, and spread his legs wide.

Lucifer's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with unmistakable arousal. "Alastor, you little minx," he breathed.

“Just for you, darling.”

Before Alastor could utter another word of enticement, Lucifer was straddling the bike, leaning down, his mouth delving between the omega’s thighs. 

“Just the way I like you,” The alpha growled. 

The omega gasped, his head falling back as Lucifer's talented tongue went to work.

"Oh…" Alastor exclaimed, surprise and delight coloring his voice. “You simply…can’t help yourself, can you?” He said with a breathless laugh. 

He tightened his hold on the handlebars, using them for leverage as he arched into Lucifer's mouth. The alpha's strong hands gripped his thighs, pulling Alastor's legs over his shoulders.

Lucifer paused for a moment, looking up at Alastor with a more than satisfied smirk. "Y’know how good you taste when you come," he purred, before diving back between his soaking folds, lapping at him. Loud  and lewd—like Alastor was the sweetest thing he’d tasted. 

A breathless laugh escaped Alastor's lips. "Darling, we're going to ruin the leather," he managed to say, even as the aftershocks of pleasure shivered through his body.

Lucifer's only response was a dismissive grunt, clearly unconcerned about the state of his beloved motorcycle. 

As Alastor writhed under Lucifer's ministrations, a fleeting thought crossed his mind.  The omega had never imagined finding someone who would not only accept his quirks and desires but enthusiastically indulge them. 

Yet here was Lucifer, treating him like the most precious thing in the world while ravishing him on the back of a motorcycle.

"Lucifer," Alastor gasped, his smooth voice gone rough with want. "I need you inside me. Now."

Lucifer's eyes shone with lust as he straightened up, positioning himself between Alastor's spread legs. He pressed forward, entering the omega with a slow, deliberate thrust. 

Alastor's breath hitched, his fingers digging into the leather of Lucifer's jacket. "Oh, yes," he purred, reveling in the delicious stretch.

Suddenly, the bike wobbled precariously.

“Shit hold on.” Lucifer's eyes widened as he struggled to maintain balance, his boots scrabbling for purchase in the grass. For a heart-stopping moment, it seemed they might topple over.

Alastor clung tightly to Lucifer, a burst of laughter escaping him as his alpha found his footing. "My, my," he chuckled, "this is quite the balancing act, isn't it?"

Lucifer snorted, rolling his eyes. "Lucky you’re worth it," he said, voice warm with affection.

Feeling bold, Alastor gripped the front of Lucifer's jacket and rolled his hips, fucking himself down onto the alpha's cock. 

Lucifer groaned, his composure slipping as he watched Alastor move. Like every writhe wrecked him further. 

"I can't get enough of you." Lucifer breathed, drinking in the sight of Alastor spread out before him on his motorcycle. 

The raw desire in Lucifer's voice sent chills down Alastor's spine. He could see the alpha's control fraying, driven ferocious by their wild little tryst.

Lucifer growled as he stood up, easing Alastor’s leg up over his shoulder. The new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from the omega.

"Oh, fuck," Alastor mewled, abandoning his polite demeanor. "Just like that, Lucifer. Don't stop."

The alpha’s hand snaked between them, fingers finding Alastor's sensitive clit. He rubbed in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts.

Alastor's world narrowed to the points where their bodies connected, pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. He whimpered, clinging desperately to his alpha.

"Come for me, sweetheart," Lucifer urged, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back.

With a cry that echoed through the night, Alastor came undone. The force of his orgasm triggered Lucifer's, and the alpha's knot swelled, locking them together.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Alastor gazed up at Lucifer, feeling utterly sated and cherished.  

Maybe his mind had finally been addled and oversexed…but this must be what it felt like to be rebellious. To be free. 

Alastor's lips curved into a soft smile as he gazed up at Lucifer, his chest still heaving as they both tried to recover. "You're incredible, you know that," he murmured, reaching up to trace the line of Lucifer's jaw. "Such a magnificent alpha…”

“You and your sweet talk.” Lucifer huffed, rolling his eyes even as they glowed with pride at the praise, a pleased rumble emanating from his chest. 

“I’m not one for sweet nothings, and you didn’t let me finish.” Alastor easily retorted. “Well, in that regard, at least, as you’re an even more magnificent lover."

“Alastor, hush.” 

Alastor smirked at seeing a blush actually dusting Lucifer’s cheek. “Hmm, no I shan’t.”

“Alright you flatterer.” The alpha huffed, leaning back. 

“It isn’t flattery if it’s true.”

"Okay, hold on tight, sweetheart," Lucifer instructed, his voice low and affectionate.

Carefully, he maneuvered Alastor's legs around his waist, supporting the omega's weight as he lifted him off the motorcycle. 

Alastor complied, wrapping his arms around Lucifer's neck as the alpha carried him back to their picnic blanket. The cool night air made the omega shiver, his lower half still bare.

Lucifer must have noticed, because he quickly shrugged off his heavy leather jacket and draped it over Alastor.

 The familiar smell of leather and Lucifer's scent enveloped Alastor, making him feel safe and cherished.

"Always taking such good care of me," Alastor purred, nuzzling into Lucifer's neck. He planted a series of soft kisses along the alpha's throat, reveling in the way Lucifer's breath hitched. "You're so attentive, so passionate. I don't think I'll ever tire of your touch."

Lucifer's hands tightened on Alastor's hips, a low groan escaping him. "Keep talking like that, and we might never make it back to civilization," he warned, though his tone was playful.

Alastor chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Is that a promise?" he asked, deliberately rolling his hips. 

The movement caused Lucifer's still-swollen knot to shift inside him, drawing gasps from both of them.

"Minx," Lucifer growled affectionately, capturing Alastor's lips in a slow, searing kiss.

Alastor returned the kiss with pure warmth, his fingers threading through Lucifer's hair. He tugged lightly, knowing how much the alpha enjoyed it.

As expected, Lucifer groaned into his mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily. The movement triggered another wave of pleasure, and Alastor felt Lucifer pulse inside him, releasing another spurt of come. 

The blonde broke the kiss, burying his face in Alastor's neck as he shuddered through the aftershock.

"My sweet alpha," Alastor whispered, stroking Lucifer's hair soothingly. "So attentive, so beautifully undone. And all for me."

The omega licked his lips, biding his time, feeling his lover’s pulse beneath his lips. This was another intoxicating little taste of power he’d discovered in his mate’s arms. When his strong-bodied and strong-willed alpha was happily spent and knotted—Lucifer turned malleable as putty in his hands.

Alastor smirked, nipped at his mate’s ear. “Again?”

The alpha bit his lip against a whine, but nodded eagerly.

“Ask nicely,” Alastor teased, wickedly.

“Please…baby.” Lucifer keened. Which was about as articulate as his little blonde got when he was in this state.

With a shudder of his own delight, the omega pushed his mate back onto the blanket. He found his balance with a hand on Lucifer’s chest. The heavy leather jacket slid further down his hips as he lifted them, and ground down against his alpha’s captured knot.

The grinding against his stretched walls did give Alastor’s little trembles of pleasure, but he kept his hazel eyes on his alpha’s golden ones. Drinking in every pant and pleading glance.

Completely at his mercy.

Alastor was addicted to the thrill of it. The power he had over his suddenly submissive alpha was too potent for an omega who rarely had the reins.

"Well now," Alastor drawled, his voice dropping to a smooth purr that resonated with dominance. "Aren’t you a sight to behold" His hazel eyes sparkled behind his round glasses, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin.

He trailed one slender finger along the alpha's jawline, tracing it down to rest at his throat. The pulsing heat beneath his touch sent shivers down Alastor's spine, and he couldn't help but press down slightly, relishing in the way the alpha's breath hitched.

He wouldn’t hurt Lucifer, he couldn’t bring himself to take out his pain on the one alpha who cared enough to give him pleasure. But he was the only one.

"Don't worry darling," Alastor continued, leaning in close enough that their lips almost brushed. "I'll take good care of you." His words were sweet as honey yet sharp as a blade.

It was a dance they both knew well; one of power and submission, control and surrender.

"Because I take care of what’s mine," Alastor murmured against the alpha's earlobe before taking it between his teeth.

Lucifer gasped, and Alastor gripped to the tight black shirt that covered the tattoos on his torso. Knowing that the alpha’s hips would snap and jerk uncontrollably as Alastor milked his knot dry.

Until he fell still.

Lucifer lifted his head, his eyes hazy with pleasure and adoration. "Alastor," he breathed, cupping the omega's face, his words and kisses sloppy, "you're everything I've ever wanted. I'll give you anything, everything. The whole world if you ask for it."

Alastor's heart raced at the declaration, but he kept his expression coolly amused. "The whole world, darling? That's quite the offer," he purred, tracing a finger along Lucifer's jaw. "And what would you do if I accepted?"

Lucifer's grip tightened slightly, his voice low and intense. "Jus, pick a city ya want first, and it’s yours baby."

Big talk for a knotdrunk alpha…but still. 

The conviction in Lucifer's voice sent a thrill through Alastor. He leaned in, lips brushing against the alpha's ear. "New Orleans, my home."

“Anywhere you want, it’s yours.” Lucifer chuckled, the sound vibrating through Alastor's chest. “I’ll give ya anything I can.”

 A wicked smile spread across Alastor's face, sharp and full of promise. "Oh darling," he drawled, "I'm counting on it."

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And they meant you

just for me🎶

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[burnt-kloverfield]

Nope is a beautifully crafted movie, but having to sit through my family asking questions about "what does the shoe have to do with anything?" And "the monkey parts of the movie don't make sense" is awful because the movie is so good because of the symbolism and the parallel narrative surrounding the animals and looking in the eye. Is it a spectacle or is it respect?

I love this movie so much because it's tied together so beautifully because of these literary devices. It's a whole masterclass in storytelling.

And I sound so pretentious when my stepmom asks "what's up with the shoe?" and I have to go "nothing specific except that it's a reference and symbol of a 'bad miracle' that OJ asks about. It's this serendipitous miracle, this impossibility, this brief moment that you focus on while the world is falling apart around you, and this is a symbol that relates to the freak stuff falling from the sky that kills the dad and also relates to the fact that there's a whole alien going on while OJ and Emerald are trying to move on and make a life for themselves. All of these different situations are parallel situations that relate to each other. The monkey is the horse is the alien is the hollywood showbiz industry is the camera is the eye is the TMZ guy on the motorcycle. They're all related to each other. Pick up the metaphors!"

[motocorsas]

i have this constant internal strife over my fascination with motogp ... i don't want to be centering this male-dominated sport as some sort of pinnacle of entertainment. i want to enrich my life with the accomplishments of women, and to fight for the representation of women and gender expansive people in sport, but it feels like an insurmountable challenge.

and when women are offered opportunities in the sport, it's never right. the women's sbk competition is operating on cheaper bikes and a shorter calendar since it's a new series with smaller investments. the riders are mostly amateur or semi-pro, which is fine, except that one of them is an ex-IDF soldier who proudly represents her genocidal country. but that comes as no surprise; these sports series are entertainment products that serve the interests of western capital. fascist competitors are overlooked or even celebrated. so what is my real complaint? i'm tired of the system that platforms these people. i'm tired of the capital they serve and that serves them. i'm tired of the exploitation of riders for their labor but also enraged at the riders' flagrant spending, their consumerism and their willingness to use their own faces, bodies and personal brands to promote further consumerism and exploitation.

at the same time, i have fallen under the spell of the spectacle. i am profoundly aware of the ways that motorcycle racing as a global machine contributes to the actual end of the world, but in my daily life, i play along. i watch the races and more importantly i legitimately enjoy them. i know i'm capable of de-hypnotizing myself, and i should, but i won't. and it feels like a moral failing.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

The Scottish winter scuppered plans for a second domestic series of Men in Kilts.

Sam Heughan revealed he had hoped to make a follow-up to the 2021 Starz TV show and Clanlands book which was set in Scotland.

But the 43-year-old Outlander star has revealed the follow-up, which was filmed in New Zealand, was moved down under due to a combination of short days and the schedule of his and co-star Graham McTavish, 63.

He said: “We initially looked at options in Scotland, doing another season of the show exploring the north of Scotland, Shetland, its ties to Scandinavia, Ireland etc.

“I am very much interested in the Viking influence (growing up in Galloway near Whithorn and the Viking settlement there).

“My initial idea was to do ‘Men in Kilts - in boats!’, have us in Viking longship, speed boats, kayaks, swimming/scuba, however challenges with our schedules meant our window for filming would fall in the winter months, not ideal for daylight in the UK.”

Mr McTavish added: “We’d really enjoyed the first experience and hopefully will do another. We did New Zealand because I live there and New Zealand has a very strong connection with Scotland.

“One in five have Scottish ancestry, and it’s a mirror of Scotland in many ways - the people, the landscape, you can see why the Scots settled so easily.”

And the pair are set to reunite for a third chapter.

Mr McTavish added: “Our sights are set on North America particularly the eastern seaboard, from Nova Scotia down through Maine, New York, Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee, places with a strong connection to Scotland.

"There are bears and moose. I’m sure Sam is drawing up a list.”

It is unclear when SH and GMcT were selected and interviewed by the Scottish Sun to reveal their plans 🤔 Whether there are any projects underway at commitment level for a third chapter.

In fact, excavations showed a Norse trading settlement around the Galloway coast. SH was born in New Galloway, which is 34.7 miles (about 55 km) from the Viking settlement of Whithorn; I don't think he went very far to play every day when he was a kid. I don't remember him being interested in Viking Ages, maybe he likes watching Vikings: Valhalla drama series 🤷‍♀️

Filming has never been easy, but filming in the middle of a Scottish winter, in the Shetland islands, during the dark British winters, means that the goal was not clearly defined, unless his idea was to go to Lerwick to the Up Helly Aa parade with torches marching a Viking longship through Lerwick, during the "Shetland Fire Festival", and the idea didn't work. Lerwick Up Helly Aa is a superb spectacle, a celebration of Shetland's history, from the Norse sagas.

But there is something interesting that SH always forgets to mention: in winter 2021 he had a motorcycle accident 🏍️ which would also have prevented him from filming. So the hours of darkness and his demanding schedule led him to an unforeseen change of location for MiK2: he tries to tell a different story and that doesn't convince. He went to New Zealand to have fun and to recover physically from the motorbike accident. MiK2 was filmed when the country was on “Red alert level” 🚩 of the Omicron virus new variant and was closed to foreigners.

There is no doubt they really enjoyed the New Zealand experience because GMcT lives there, and GMcT confirmed that Sam's trip to New Zealand was a "well-deserved" holiday. However the strong connection to Scotland was not present and indeed the mirror of Scotland in New Zealand was not shown in MiK2. A trip dedicated to enjoying adventure adrenaline activities, it was a fantastic holiday.

If he misses Scotland and is looking forward to seeing it on screen with Men in Kilts: why a Roadtrip in North America, why not take up the original idea of doing it in Shetland? Or it will continue with an American romance novel construction about Scotland.

So what is the goal of MiK3, or are these two trying to turn MiK3 into something more than a business? 🤷‍♀️ while SH makes a list?

@dlansing53 His mishap was in Scotland, after a training. On that occasion, he didn't mention anything and tried to cover it up. The accident was mentioned months later in an interview in the U.S. he confirmed that he fractured his knee and tore his MCL, as you can seen in the New Zealand’s photos he received stitches and has a large scar on his left leg after the mishap.

Here at Pharos Athletic Club with Pieter Vodden (He’s not in the picture) trainer in the U.S. he’s not his physio. This photo is from before his trip to New Zealand 🇳🇿

@ajrajraj In Britain Motorcycle is a Motorbike or "Bike" 🏍️ and motorcyclists are called "bikers". When SH says "bike" he fell off a motorbike, not a bicycle. The mishap occurred when he was supposedly on his way home from the gym. SH doesn't go to the gym on a bicycle, he goes on a motorbike 🏍️

After his trip to New Zealand 🇳🇿 He mentioned his accident on the GMA show it was posted by @imahalfemptykindofgirl I reblogged her post

and days later he confirmed it in a talk in Men's Journal. if you are interested you can see both published on my blog.

@ajrajraj On 14 December 2021, on Twitter (X) SH posted that he had been in an accident "on a bike". In a conversation with Charles Thorp of Men's Journal, in the article SH says: he was on a bike, not on a bicycle. If you have the interview where he clarifies that he was on a bicycle, I would like to know more about it, because his injuries did not correspond to this situation.

He limps to the gym to pose for a photo to his fans. He plays stupid games and wins stupid prizes.

[mrsdesade]

I love Ophera! Tell us more about her, please 🙏

Sure of course, your giving so much love to my girl! 💖 I'm always happy to talk about her and giving you more OCs content! Instead of a simple info dump I got the occasion of this question to recreate a live TV interview with her!

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Ophera interview;

Pairing: no one, just Ophera stuff (mentioning of her relationship with Homelander and some other characters) TW: nope Timeline: late season 1 Words count: 1,6k

“Welcome back to The Daily Show. I'm Cameron Coleman. And tonight, we have a very special guest. She's one of the most powerful, most enigmatic figures in the whole Vought. She's a superhero, a musician, and a global icon. Please join me in welcoming the incredible Ophera!”

The studio audience erupted in applause as a stunning woman with obsidian black hair and piercing red eyes stepped onto the stage. Ophera, the third member of The Seven.

Cameron's voice, smooth and polished, echoed through the studio, introducing Ophera to the world once more. But this was no ordinary interview. Behind the dazzling facade of the superhero, there was a woman haunted by secrets. As the cameras rolled, a different story was about to unfold. A story that would delve deeper than the carefully crafted public image.

“It’s an honor to have you here. You’ve become a symbol of hope for millions.''

"I just try to do my part."

"And do it you do, spectacularly. The world needs heroes like you, Ophera. But let's peel back the layers a little. Behind the invincible superhero, there's a woman. A woman who's faced unimaginable challenges. Today we are here to ask you some questions, your audience wants to know more and more!"

''Whenever you want, shoot, I'm ready.''

''Let me ask you first, something related to your musical career.''

Where do you draw your inspiration for your music? Is there a particular artist or genre that has influenced you?

"Inspiration is everywhere. A city at night, a broken heart, the taste of iron - it’s all fuel for my music. I've always been drawn to the raw energy of rock, but I'm not afraid to experiment. Oh, I deeply admire Michael Jackson's works and carreer.''

Do you have any pre-show rituals or superstitions?

"Superstitions? That's for amateurs. I prefer a good warm-up and a shot of espresso. If that counts as a ritual, then I'm guilty as charged."

What are your favorite things to do when you're not saving the world or performing on stage?

"When I’m not fighting crimes or performing a stage, you can find me on my motorcycle, lost in thought. Or perhaps in a dimly lit bar, enjoying a drink with my friends. Hey Lara! She wanted to be greeted on live TV!''

What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you on stage?

"Let's just say that once, during a live concert, my metal manipulation went a bit... rogue. Imagine a guitar flying into the audience. It was a show, alright."

''Working for Vought must be such an experience, right?''

How do you view your relationships with some other members of The Seven?

"The Seven…It's a peculiar little family, isn't it? Maeve, a warrior, a seasoned pro. We have a mutual respect, born from years of shared experiences. Starlight, well, she's a breath of fresh air. Her idealism is infectious, even if she can be a bit naive sometimes. Also there's The Deep… let's just say he's a fish out of water. But hey, who am I to judge? We're all just playing our part in this grand spectacle, aren't we?"

What’s the most challenging mission you’ve faced as a member of The Seven?

"Every day is a challenge. From rescuing kittens from trees to stopping world domination, it's a rollercoaster. But if I had to pick one, let's just say it involved a really, really high skyscraper at deep night. Alone. Without flying assistance."

How do you balance the demands of being a superhero with the pressures of maintaining a public image?

"It's a delicate dance, that's for sure. You have to be able to switch gears in a heartbeat. One moment you're saving the world, the next you're on a red carpet. It’s like being an actor, except with superpowers and way less wardrobe malfunctions."

There have been rumors about the darker side of The Seven. What do you think about the growing anti-superhero sentiment?

"Rumors are like shadows, Cameron. They linger in the dark, feeding off fear and ignorance. The Seven are a symbol. Some people prefer to focus on the shadows rather than the light. It's a choice they make."

What is the most challenging aspect of controlling such immense power?

"The most challenging aspect? Resisting the urge to use it on people who deserve it. Power is a double-edged sword, Cameron. It can be used to create or destroy. The trick is knowing which is which."

How do you feel about the limitations of your powers, if any?

"Limitations? No no, I prefer to think of them as challenges. They keep things interesting. Besides, who wants to be invincible? Where's the fun in that?"

Do you believe that the ends justify the means, or do you adhere to a strict moral code?

"Morality is subjective. What's right for one person might be wrong for another. I believe in consequences, however. Every action has a ripple effect."

''Let's get straight to the point, your relationship with Homelander.''

Can you tell us more about how you and Homelander first met? It seems like a match made in heaven.

"A match made in hell maybe! Well, my beloved Homelander. A force of nature. We collided, quite literally, during a mission. It was chaos, destruction, and an undeniable spark. Classic superhero love story, don't you think?"

How does it feel to be considered one of the most powerful couples in the world?

"It's a curious thing, fame. It magnifies everything, including the mundane. Homelander and I are partners, in life and in work. The world sees us as a power couple, but our relationship is far more complex than that."

Girls wants to know. What's the most romantic thing Homelander has ever done for you?

"Homelander? Romantic? That's a new one. Let's just say he knows how to create a good quality moment after dinner."

Fans often look up to your relationship. What advice would you give to couples who aspire to have a love like yours?

"Communication, trust, honestly, and a really good therapist. Just kidding about the last one. Kind of. Or simply: don't date superheroes. It’s messy."

''Your family, quite a delicate topic.''

Could you tell us a bit about your brother, Illuminatio? What was he like?

"He was my rock, my partner in crime. We were inseparable. He had this infectious laugh that could brighten anyone's day. Such a showman...I honestly miss him everyday."

How do you keep Illuminatio's memory alive? Is there anything you do to honor him?

"I try to live a life that would make him proud. And I talk about him all the time. He loved being in the spotlight, he always looked for his place in the world of entertainment. I will do my best to never let his legacy disappear.''

What kind of legacy do you hope to leave behind? Is it more important to be remembered as a hero or as a person?

"A legacy, huh? I'd rather be remembered as a catalyst for change. Someone who challenged the status quo, pushed boundaries, and inspired others to be their best selves. Hero? Person? Why choose? I am both. And I'm proud of it. But if I had to pick, I'd say it's more important to be remembered as a person. Because heroes come and go, but people are forever."

''People wants to know something more about your private life!''

You've been in the public eye for years. How do you manage to maintain a sense of privacy in such a demanding role?

"It's all about finding those quiet moments. A good movie, a glass of wine, and maybe a locked door. Sometimes, even superheroes need a little 'me time'."

Your style is always on point. Who are your fashion inspirations?

"Anyone who's not afraid to take a risk. A bit of edge, much glamour, and a good sparkling dress. Even If sometimes you've to sacrifice your comfort. Except for shoes, oh love, you can't save the world in uncomfortable shoes."

Aside from your superpowers and musical abilities, are there any other hidden talents you possess?

"I'm told I have a talent for driving people absolutely insane! Is that the kind of talent you had in mind?"

Last question! Are you truly happy with your life?

"Happy? Well, It's a complex emotion. I'm content, fulfilled, and occasionally amused. But happiness is a fleeting thing, isn't it? Like a shooting star. Better to focus on making the most of every moment."

The studio audience is on its feet, applauding. Ophera sits on the couch, a relaxed posture contrasting sharply with the intensity of some of the questions. A little smile playing on her red lips. Cameron, visibly impressed, stands up and walks over to Ophera. He extends a hand for a firm handshake.

“There you have it, folks. A glimpse into the life of Ophera. From her humble beginnings to her status as a superhero, she's truly an inspiration. But as she's shown us tonight, even superheroes have their vulnerabilities and their doubts. Ophera, thank you so much for joining us. It's been a pleasure!”

''Thanks to you Cameron for having me, it was fun, let's do it again sometimes! And thanks to all of you who support us every day, you guys, are the real heroes.''

Ophera returns the handshake, her grip strong and confident. The audience erupts in another round of applause. She stands up, her tall figure commanding attention. She walks to the edge of the stage, taking a deep breath. With a wink at the camera, she blows a kiss to the audience. The lights dim as she steps off the stage, leaving the audience buzzing with excitement.

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Thanks again for the request, honestly one of my favourites to write, hope you enjoyed! Kisses <3

[tobiasdrake]

The problem with Zero is that his superpower is "Shoots Guns Real Good", which means that a boss fight with Zero is indistinguishable from a boss fight with miscellaneous shooty boys.

Zero's boss fight is actually really cool. He has a bunch of shooty boys in vehicles chasing Logan around on a motorcycle shooting guns at him.

This is a really cool bit of mindless spectacle as Logan takes apart all these nameless goons.

My favorite part is when he cuts this gun in half.

And I guess the gun and the soldier manning it share an HP pool because it hurls him from the vehicle for a KO.

But the problem is that the boss of this boss fight doesn't. Really. Get to do anything after the initial sniping of the Kent parents that provokes it.

That guy is the boss fight. He gets in a helicopter after this and spends the rest of the battle riding a helicopter that's trying to shoot Logan with a minigun.

Note that I said the helicopter is trying to shoot him. The guy manning the gun? It this dude hanging out the side.

Our boss fight, the shooty guns guy whose mutant superpower is that he can shoot so many guns so quickly and with flawless accuracy that everybody immediately dies in milliseconds?

He's flying the chopper while a rando army bro mans the minigun.

So it ends up not being Wolverine vs. Zero, but Wolverine vs. a helicopter and some Humvees.

That's unfortunate, but it's still a predicament for him. Like. This is a huge fucking obstacle for Logan. I don't know if you know this, but Wolverine does not have any long-range powers for blasting an enemy out of the sky.

How will he defeat this helicopter? If Zero wants to stay up there and just keep having Grunt #7 shoot bullets at Logan until they connect, what's going to stop him from doing that?

The film.

Doesn't.

Really.

Have an answer for that.

Instead, the helicopter basically KO's itself.

Logan cleverly jumps on top of the last remaining Humvee and hijacks their gun to shoot at the helicopter. That's great. I like that. But then....

The helicopter shoots a missile that blows up the Humvee, inadvertently launching Wolverine-shaped debris at themselves because of physics.

Zero isn't walking away from that, so obviously we can't have a boss battle with him now.

Dude's barely even alive and wrapped around helicopter bits. All that's left to do now is to finish him off. Which Logan accomplishes by. Uh.

Walking dramatically away from the helicopter. And then.

Stabbing his claws down into the ground to create a spark which will light a gas trail to burn all the way over to the helicopter which will then explode while he's walking away and make him look super badass.

...

Seems like a pretty long roundabout for a man whose main superpower is stabbing people until they die.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

whats the cause of his cute lil mental break 🥺 and why is it ethan ramsey lol jk

no bc it literally was ethan. + a bunch of other shit but ethan was his breaking point <3

also answering for these two :)

@aces-and-angels

so to go WAY back to the origin (beyond his usual mental health struggles) he got into his motorcycle accident a montg before he was supposed to leave on a docs without boarders type of trip. on top of the physical pain (fractured humerus, mild shattered knee cap, broken wrist, and a shard of metal to his chest that nearly took out his lung), he was really upset that he couldn't go

healing was a LONG process. it took him a few weeks to get home, and then it was a lot of recovery and pt appointments after the fact. not being able to work/do things bothered him more than the physical pain

he was alone at his place most of the day which was rough, but bryce was sure to come over most nights and his friends would stop by here and there

he's finally cleared to go back to work (w the help of a knee and wrist brace). tobias had taken over the team while he was gone and jensen was fine to let him keep it while he was still getting back to 100%

things were okay but it was rough adjusting, and the whole time he was emailing w the people who ran the trip he was supposed to take, and they had no other openings for like,, two years. so that just kinda crushed him

ab a month after he gets back he tells tobias he's ready to take the team back, to which he happily agrees but made sure to let jensen know that he could let him know if he ever needed a break

not too long later jensen is in a meeting w some of the board + ethan + bloom and other higher up hospital people. he gets a little mouthy about some of the policies they were developing while he was gone, and some of the types of patients they'd be impacting (that they did not consider when developing it)

ethan pulls him aside after and starts comparing him to tobias. mind you tobias did not attend meetings like that since he was a temporary fill in, but as far as communication went he was much more simple compared to jensen. ethan started criticizing how jensen Always has something to say w stuff like that and meetings were perfectly pleasant without him

jensens already sensitive to the fact that he's taking over the dt for a second time, so to have ethan tell him that he'd rather not have him there is tough. he rolls his eyes and moves along like normal but it sticks

over the next month or two it's just more of that from ethan. jensens stressed w the dt workload plus pt appointments plus check ups plus trying to sort out legal stuff from the accident

the board ends up pushing through a policy that particularly impacts non english speaking patients, which puts more work onto jensen as a registered translator. he's constantly being pulled in like 12 directions, and i imagine their nursing staff got a system makeover which means nobody knows how to sort out any complications in scheduling for a bit, and constantly puts them behind schedule

jensen wanted to bring it up to some of the board members ab how it was a bad policy And bad timing but ethan approaches him on why that's not a good idea to bring up

during this time jensen had really been isolating himself just bc he didn't have the energy for his friends or anything aside from work

their argument turns into quite the spectacle. ethan lays into him on causing unnecessary extra problems when the hospital is already struggling w new changes and jensens ab to fucking kill him. jensen is not one to argue back, usually just quietly sits there and takes it, but he fucking blows up on ethan. tells him that he has no idea what it's like actually struggling w shit, how much hes dealing w from recovery to incompetent higher ups to the world falling apart and their political system going up in flames. he is so stressed about everything and ethan thinks it's a good time to ask him to "be pleasant" bitch please.

the argument happens literally in the middle of one of the busiest halls next to one of the nurses stations and it gets them both put on a suspension

jensen does not handle the suspension well. he hadn't been to therapy since before the accident and couldn't get a refill on his meds so he stopped taking them a few weeks ago. he hasn't talked to his friends in a month, and saw bryce maybe twice but bryce was also worrying ab his stuff for his boards so jensen wasn't going to bother him w it anyway

all of this = jensen being completely alone and isolated in his apartment for a week w no mental support after being completely overworked and overwhelmed for months and still getting used to the knee and wrist braces and coming to terms w the longterm impacts of the accident. thus ensues the mental break