#Solana Fell

[mooglesandmayhem]

Nanari Ul Nari’s Echo awakened when she was caught up in the Battle of Carteneau as a teenager. This also awakened her soul’s very strong aether sight from before the sundering (Having been the one to serve as Emet Selch before Hades), and caused her to have to wear a blindfold because she couldn’t actually turn it of in any way. The double sight left her very disoriented. 

Because of the violent awakening she actually lost her memories for some time. Nanari had a lot of trouble figuring out what were memories she awakened of herself and what were ones she saw of others at first. This is also the reason why she started on the path to White Mage when she awoke in Gridania after the calamity, hoping that the aether manipulation of that art would help her with her troubles with the Echo. My Azem shard, Solana Fell, awakened hers during the canon events in the story itself. Hers is pretty much the normal story, except for the fact she has a permanent Full Party that are my other OC’s. I haven’t worked out when all they awakened it. Although they all have, in differing strengths. It’s why they became a permanent party in the Scions, so they could fight Primals together without fear of anyone being tempered.  

You can see Nanari is my main huh, got her worked out the most :P

Question for the fine XIV OC havers on this lovely day:

If your character has the Echo, when did it first manifest? Was it during the MSQ or before? What did they see? How did they react? Did they tell anyone? Gimme your lore!

[beebeesiims]

and then she returned to her bachelorette party and had an amazing time, thank you very much.

[a-thread-of-green]

Best Ways to Explain Your Transition

I accidentally walked in on the goddess Artemis bathing. It was this or get turned into a deer and devoured by my own hounds.

You know castration anxiety and penis envy? I've got, like, the opposite of both of those.

I seriously misinterpreted Valorie Solanas.

I took the red pill without researching what the Wachowskis actually meant by that.

I fell in love with a lesbian.

I asked a genie for the love of a woman (at least now I've got better self-esteem).

I got kicked out of Boy Scouts.

Method acting.

Draft dodging.

There are so many better cosplay options this way.

Soy addict.

What? No, I've always been like this. Are you feeling okay? Hold on, I'll call a doctor.

[trippinsorrows]

okay, can’t remember who said it, but ya girl definitely got all the inspo for tonight. 😭 maybe an og ltye outtake/one shot. roman fighting? solana showing up to support her man? hasn’t happened since way before they fell in love. maybe need an updated version????? ohhhhhh, the possibilities 😭

[vakarianshepard]

N7 Day 2- Reflection

I had several ideas for this; but since the ME2 love theme is called Reflections, I thought I would write my take on the shakarian pre SM scene :)

Garrus POV; ~1.2 k words

The rumble of the engines was the only sound in the battery. Garrus sat on a crate, head bowed. His omni-tool flashed with a new message twice, then went dark again. His shoulders hunched under the weight of his sister’s words. Mom’s treatments weren’t working anymore. Sol was upset, and why wouldn’t she be? Why shouldn’t she be?  Damn it, he thought, I’m just a washed-up vigilante playing Spectre. How can—

He sat there, staring at his feet for several minutes, mind replaying his regrets in vivid color.  Sighing, he straightened up and steeled himself; this was it. He didn’t want to fight with her; not on the way to a likely suicide mission. He shook his head, trying and failing to clear his thoughts. 

“You’re right, Sol,” he typed, “I’m sorry.” 

Her reply was immediate, “No, I’m sorry. Things are rough with Mom, and the salarians are expensive.” 

Garrus felt something twist in his chest, a deep, aching pang of guilt, helplessness; hell, he wasn’t even sure. “I wish I could help,” he replied, feeling woefully inadequate. He wanted to reassure her; he wanted to tell her that he’d come back soon. That he could keep his word this time. But, as the Normandy glided toward her fate, whatever that might be, he couldn’t bring himself to make another empty promise. Instead, he continued, “I’m going on a trip. Might be away from the relays for a while. Tell Mom—tell her I’m thinking of her.” 

Solana answered back with a joke, and he accepted it for the olive branch it was. He promised to call her back when he could; he hoped he would get the chance to. Joker’s voice cut through the ship, “ETA to Omega-4 relay 2 hours,” and he jolted. Damn, that didn’t leave much time to get ready and get to Shepard. He grabbed the bottle of wine he’d picked up on Illium and stopped to examine his reflection. He grimaced at the angry scarring that marred the right side of his face. Months later, it looked better, but he’d only recently gotten the nerve to stop wearing the bandages that covered it. Garrus smoothed his free hand over his tunic one last time, then left the battery, an odd sense of calm washing over him at the prospect of seeing Shepard. 

He could hear her humming as he got off the elevator. At once, he felt the anxiety return, every second of research he’d done flying out of his mind. Crap. Too late to turn back now, he tapped the panel, the door opening to reveal Alexa toweling off her short red hair. She turned as the door opened, a smile breaking across her face, disarming him. His heart skipped a couple beats. 

“Hey there,” she said easily, tossing the towel into the bathroom behind her. 

“Hey. . . I brought wine. Best I could afford on a vigilante’s salary,” he stumbled over his words, trying to regain his cool. “Uh—,” he spotted the stereo control on the wall behind her. Music. That was usually part of this whole. . . stress relief thing. At least in the vid Joker had sent him. He pressed a couple buttons, and terrible pop music started blaring out of the speakers. Wincing internally, he turned back to her, checking for her reaction. She shook her head, smile still in place as she approached him. He soldiered on, feeling more idiotic by the second. 

“Well, if you were a turian, I’d be complimenting your waist, or your fringe. So, uh—your hair looks good, and your waist is. . . very supportive.” Alexa raised her eyebrows, her expression turning bemused. Crap. “Hopefully, that’s not offensive to humans. I knew I should’ve watched the vids. Come on, Shep—” He fell silent as she stepped up into his space, placing a comforting hand on his chest. 

Her tone was light, but her eyes softened as they met his. “Consider me seduced, smooth talker. Shut up and stop worrying,” she teased, “it’s just me.” Alexa sidestepped to shut off the music, and Garrus felt his shoulders sag. 

The weight of the last two years came crashing down: leaving C-sec after her death, Archangel, Sidonis’ betrayal, Shepard’s return, his mom’s health, his conversation with Sol. This new something growing between them. His mind raced, and his heartbeat quickened. He hadn’t even realized how deeply he cared for her until she was gone, until he realized that he would never get to see her smile, or hear her laugh, or tease him ever again. She was gone; better not to think about the depth of that loss. 

Better to throw himself into something he could change, something he could fix.  So he did, until he couldn’t, until he failed, surrounded by the bodies of the people he was supposed to protect. Until Shepard came back from death to save him again, and all that grief and—could he call it love—came rushing back in. Until she brought up “relieving tension” after Sidonis, he hadn’t even allowed himself to call it anything but admiration, friendship.

The weeks since her offer had been strangely peaceful, at least by their standards. As they hurtled ever closer to the suicide mission, they had come together so naturally, without much discussion. He came up to her quarters, or she sat in the battery, working on their reports, spending time in quiet contemplation. Every time she smiled at him, every time her hand brushed his arm, it was overwhelming, exhilarating, and terrifying. Just being near her made him feel both grounded and completely untethered. 

He never imagined, especially after Omega, that there was a chance she could ever—that she would ever see him as anything more than a friend. I should consider myself lucky she even does that, he thought, almost bitterly. His hands trembled, and Alexa gently took the bottle of wine from him, setting it on the desk behind her. He raised his head, finding her still watching him, her face growing serious and concerned. She opened her mouth, about to speak, but he shook his head, cutting her off. “The thing is, I—I’ve just seen so many things go wrong, my work at C-Sec, what happened with Sidonis. I want something to go right. Just once. . .” he trailed off. 

Alexa tilted her head, and he closed his eyes briefly.  He inhaled shakily, as her warm hand cupped his face. “Garrus,” she said softly, her fingertips ghosting across his scars. Emboldened by the fact she hadn’t told him to get the hell out yet, he reached for her, catching her hands in his. She stepped closer, into his arms. “You’ve got me,” she whispered, intertwining her fingers with his, “It’s us. How could it go wrong?” 

She smiled crookedly, and he realized that she was just as nervous as he was. He leaned down, careful, slow enough that she could pull back if she wanted to, and gently rested his head against hers. After a breath, she leaned into him, eyes closed, and he could feel the tension leaching from her body. They stood there for a few moments, fully immersed in each other; the only sound was their breathing and his pounding heartbeat. 

Garrus reached up to caress her face, and Alexa, eyes still closed, turned her cheek into his palm. His chest bloomed with warmth. How could it go wrong, he thought to himself. With Shepard, anything was possible. He didn’t reply, almost afraid to jinx it. For once, as she stretched up to kiss him, as he tilted his head to meet her lips, he let himself believe—if only for a moment—that they might make it. 

[sunlights-daughter]

Nightmare .. Edited that Sola would be there. Made in September. TW blood, and panic attack, and basically this was messed up holy shit, short but also… what was going on here past me. Tw mentions of throwing up.

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“Huh?” Telemachus woke up in a hospital, rain pouring, thunder booming, and lightning striking.

Telemachus was shaking. He touched his lightning scar, he blinked as tears threatened to pour. He couldn’t move his body, but his voice rung in his ears.

“Hon?”

“I’m fine.”

“What happened?”

“I’m fine.”

“Speak to me.”

“I’m fine.”

The scene shifted. He gasped, he was falling down. A booming voice called..

“Come down.”

“NO!”

“The lord of time is waiting for you.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He sobbed, as he looked down at the spiked floor. He hit the ground as he couldn’t feel his stomach, blood dripped.

“Why…”

Numb again.

He closed, then opened his eyes. Finding himself in a house. Seeing a boy, spiked hair, olive but pale skin.. one red eye, but one green.

“Who..”

“I’m getting out of here.” The voice had an accent, Telemachus ran after him. And fell down. The man then looked to him, and held out a hand.

“We’re waiting for you. I apologize.”

Telemachus felt a scythe get flown into his back. Was everything just against him now? But his blood was gold. He was going to throw up.

“Stop it.” He sobbed, hands grasping him. “Stop it. STOP IT-“

He woke up with a gasp. His chest felt like it was closing in, he sobbed. Shaking, his face in his hands. “Let go of me!”

…

“Honey?”

He looked behind Solana. Seeing a shadow, similar shaped to the man he saw in the dream.

“I have a quest.”

OH.. OH PAST YOU WAS ON SOME. WERE YOU OKAY????

[ask-thedawnseekers]

A bit of Solana x Vulkan

Warnings: Straight Jorkin it and the sex

Vulkan set his hammer aside, the heat of the blade on his anvil was no longer sufficient to continue pounding it into shape.

He brushed away the sweat gathering on his brow as he set the blade back into the furnace to heat.

He stood watching it as his mind began to wander without him realizing.

The image of warm soft skin under his rough calloused fingers flickered in his mind like embers dancing up from the flames of his forge. The creamy softness that he longed to bury himself in haunted his dreams and flooded over into his waking mind, making it very hard to work.

'Vulkan~' The soft cries of his lover under him as he took her on the very anvil he now forged his newest creation on.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple and he hastily wiped it away as he turned his attention back to the blade. Did the metal always take this long to heat?

Vulkan looked to the door of his forge, his sons, adorned in the dark green of Salamander scales, stood vigilant and reay should he give them any order. Swallowing the lump in his throat he cleared it and his sons perked up.

"My sons. I wish to continue forging on my own for the time being. You are free to go."

They looked as if they wished to protest, Their dark faces and coal burning eyes looking just a touch sad but they obeyed nonetheless.

The door closed with the heavy sound of stone and he turned back to the anvil. His hands began a desperate scrabble for the ties holding his pants up and he freed his cock. It was nearly at full mast and he grasped it with force, as if it was the wretched neck of some dark eldar. "Throne." He wheezed as he slumped against the anvil and his hearts pounded as Vulkan began to work his shaft.

"Solana~" he breathed as his eyes closed and he let the memories flow.

Her back had been laid over the anvil as her legs wrapped around his waist, her eyes, greener than anything on his world, except perhaps for the giant fire tongued salamanders, shone up at him.

"You almost look nervous." the Dawn Seeker teased and he chuckled. "I only fear you may not be able to control your voice and our children will hear that we decided to forgo that lesson on forging I promised."

She laughed, it was a merry sound, sweet and cool as spring rain.

Her hands sought his shoulders and she pulled him down for a kiss. His lips melded with hers so easily and his hands held her hips. The broad tips of his fingers sank into the plush abundance there and he groaned. She was so very soft. It belied a true powerful muscular form beneath, giving her her signature motherly form. Vulkan didn't care. He loved all the layers of her body.

His cock twitched as a bead of precum oozed forth and dripped onto her skin. "I love you Solana."

Her eyes glittered as she smiled up at him. "I love you too, Vulkan."

Her mouth locked with his gain as she raised her hips, inviting him into her warmth.

He took the invitation with near improper haste.

It was soft, yet tight, the perfect fit and he moaned sweet words of praise in his native, nocturne.

Solana squeaked in delight as he pushed in as deep as he could. The tip of his cock kissing her cervix. "Fuck me thats good." She slurred as her head fell back to rest on the metal of the anvil.

Vulkan chuckled and leaned down to kiss her neck. Smiling against her skin as her legs locked around his waist. "Careful." He warned voice low and husky. "I might get ideas if you hold me like that."

He'd be a liar if he hadn't thought about putting a child in her every time they met. But the warning Malcador had imparted with him kept him from doing so.

"I wouldn't mind having your children." Solana purred and the hold Vulkan had on her hips tightened.

"I would like that too."

He admitted as he pulled out and thrust back in, his voice pouring out sounds of satisfaction to meet her own.

They spent a sweet eternity in that moment, wrapped up in one another.

Vulkan wanted his own sons and daughters so badly. Children that not only made from his gene seed. Not that he did not love his astartes. But he had not been the one to hold them, to care for them, to change them and feed them. He had not raised them.

He wanted that. And he knew that Solana could provide that deeply desired reality.

His hips worked hard and fast and he pressed her into the anvil, shaping his desires as he shaped a blade. He would create life with her. He was so certain of it.

Consequences be damned, he needed this. And he needed her. His father could not keep her from him if he got her knocked up. He would have to sanction their union then.

He growled, pulling her hips down to meet each thrust, Solana's voice raised as he ground against that sweet spot inside her and his mouth covered hers. Swallowing her sweet sounds with his lips.

His mind was set, and he would not change it.

He felt his edge coming fast and he felt her walls tighten around him as he fucked her into sweet oblivion.

He followed soon after, pouring his molten seed into the deepest part of her.

Each thick rope poured into her eager body.

They stayed together like that for a long minute, just breathing and holding each other. Hands caressing and lips pressing to impart as much love as they could.

Vulkan's mind snapped back to the current as he spilled his load onto the steel of his anvil. THe spot where she should have been and he snarled. She will be back soon. He was sure of it, this campaign could not keep them apart forever.

He went about cleaning up his spilled cum and went to retrieve his blade. The end drooped and he huffed out a laugh.

Oh well. He'd just have to start over he supposed. As he quenched it he continued to think about Solana and set the blade aside. He went to the scrap bin of precious metals and picked out a piece of Platinum, it was good he thought, and plucked up a box of precious stones there were so many to choose from.

This would do, he smiled. Sitting at his work bench he daydreamed about the woman he loved as he crafted the band that he hoped would cement their futures together.

[pichiru]

The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 8

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 3,861

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: I'm soooooo sorry this chapter is so far apart from my other ones as far as release goes. I was battling w myself a lot about how I wanted to proceed with certain parts of the story. And a lot of sitting and thinking. A lot.

I'm also looking for beta readers if anyone is interested! U must be up to speed with the tv show's lore and u must be 18+ years old bc there's adult content in this story. Pls comment if this is something ur interested in and we can talk details :3 <3

Enjoy!!

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The following morning, Solana's phone was ringing relentlessly. The sound quickly became grating on the ears which caused her to wake up and roll away from Stan to look at it.

Of course. It was Chip. She rolled her eyes and answered the phone.

"What do you want, Chip?" She asked in a groggy voice while rubbing her face.

"I seem to remember politely asking you to come in early this morning," he said, his creepy smile evident in his voice. Solana snuggled down into the bed and closed her eyes in response to that.

"I was out late last night. I came home and went right to sleep," she lied smoothly. "Not that it's any of your business."

"It is when my manager doesn't show up like I ask her to," he replied simply.

"Well the manager isn't even on the schedule for today. The owner would know that if he actually looked at the schedule he makes," Solana said, attitude clear in her voice.

"You're such a little firecracker. I love that about you. See you in a hour?" He asked dismissively.

"No, I'm not coming in. I'm tired," Solana said firmly.

"Solana, you and I both know that you gave that old guy's kids a pretty big discount on stuff. I could have you apprehended by the authorities for theft. You know very well that I could."

Solana opened her eyes and looked around at the stuff in the room around her without moving. "It's literally 7 in the morning. Can I come in at noon?" she bargained quietly.

"10," he replied simply.

"10:30."

"Fine," Chip sighed heavily. "10:30 and not a second later."

"Whatever." Solana hung up the phone and put it back down on the side table where it was before. She turned onto her side away from Stan and snuggled back down into the bed, ready to go back to sleep for the time being. She suddenly felt an arm finding its way to wrap around her waist to gingerly pull her backwards towards the middle of the bed.

Stan nuzzled his face into the nape of Solana's neck and slowly inhaled her scent. She still smelled nice even the next morning.

"G'mornin," he grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"Not yet," Solana snickered, trying to get comfortable again. She turned back to look at him. There was an eerie air of silence before she let out a scream and rolled away from Stan until she fell off of the bed, tangled in the sheet.

"Whuzzat?!" Stan blurted, now fully awake from her screaming in his face. "Are ya okay, toots?" he asked, getting closer to the edge of the bed to check on her. He reached out his hand to help her but he stopped when he noticed something. His hands. They were...smooth. No wrinkles.

He twisted his hands every which way he could to get a better look. His gaze fell onto Solana who was looking up at him with wide eyes. Her expression was almost unreadable. It was a wild mixture of shock, intrigue, and confusion.

"What? Is there somethin on my face?" Stan asked, touching his face all over until he got to his hair. He stopped. His hair was thicker and...and longer?

“Stanley?!” Ford called out from outside of the room. He came busted into the room and looked between the two of them. His dread set in when he saw his brother.

Solana quickly covered herself up in a presentable way in the sheet she was tangled up in. She stared at Ford then at Stan back and forth a few times before she let out a small squeak.

“Y-You guys weren’t kidding about you having a twin,” Solana managed to say to break the silence in the room.

Ford blushed when he realized she was practically naked. “I have so many things to say and ask,” he said, running a hand through his hair, averting his eyes from Solana to respect her privacy.

“I’ll start. Sixer, what the HELL is going ON?” Stan asked as he moved to get out of the bed. Thank god he still had his boxers on at least. Ford was thankful for that. He immediately went to the first reflective surface he could find and looked in it.

His eyes widened in complete disbelief at the familiar face he once knew. He looked down at his hands again then closer at his facial features. “H…How…? What…?” He stammered.

Ford gulped quietly once the reality of the situation set in.

“Stanley, were you rummaging through my fridge AGAIN? I’ve told you repeatedly not to do that,” Ford said sternly.

Stan thought about it long and hard. Did he really go through the fridge? He did.

“All I had was the stupid water ya had in your fridge after you made me run fifty leven miles on the fuckin treadmill!”

Ford’s expression shifted from shock to pure dread. He was silent for a moment before he blurted, “THAT WASN’T WATER, STANLEY!”

“Then WHYYYY for the love of GOD did it look like water?!” Stan shouted back.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about! Stay out of my fridge!”

Stan laughed in complete astonishment. “Are ya kiddin me?? I think this is exactly the thing I need to worry about right now. What the HELL did I drink??” He asked, walking up to Ford, angry now.

Ford sighed heavily and caved. “It’s a concoction I was working on to take the human body back to whenever it peaked physically health wise.”

Stan stood there, quiet. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “I peaked in my 30s?” He said, impressed at that while rubbing his chin.

“Apparently,” Ford replied, rolling his eyes.

“Why…Why are ya makin somethin like this?” Stan asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ford replied curtly. “Good morning, by the way,” he said, looking to Solana. “It’s not usually that craz-“

“Don’t lie to her like that,” Stan laughed, gently shoving Ford.

Solana got up, keeping the sheet tightly wrapped around her body. “Oh! I see. Uhm…it’s nice to meet you?” She replied awkwardly. “Sorry I didn’t meet you in…better circumstances.”

“It’s alright. I’m Stanford,” he said simply.

“Nice t—“ She stopped when she remembered she’d already said that and shook her head a little to reset. “I'm Solana.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Ford said with a nod. He stood there for a moment before turning back to Stan. “I’ll figure out how to get this reversed in no time.”

“What? No. I think I’m likin this,” Stan said quickly, adjusting his hair in the reflective surface he was in before. “I’m a hunk again. Look! No gut!” He laughed happily, patting his stomach.

Solana frowned slightly. “I think you were a hunk before too,” she added in a quiet voice.

Stan stopped to look at Solana and made an expression that couldn’t really be read. “Thanks,” he said, his voice full of gratitude.

“Yeah!” She responded with a smile.

"Do ya think this is gonna wear off any time soon?" Stan asked his brother.

"I should hope not. I made it to be permanent," Ford admitted.

Stan's eyes widened to the size of moons. "Y'mean...I...I just have to relive the last 30 years of my life?"

Ford winced gently as he adjusted his clothes a little. "It's possible. Very possible."

Stan's entire face lit up excitedly. "I get to...I get to live my life again as me? Instead of tryin to be you?"

His brother cleared his throat a little and nodded. "Yes, I suppose that's what it means."

Stan grinned from ear to ear before hugging Ford and kissing his cheek. "Ford, ya beautiful son of a bitch!" He exclaimed happily, borderline crying.

Solana stood there, unsure of what to do or say in this situation. She was definitely happy for Stan but she was unsure about what this meant for them going forward. Maybe he'd go off and find someone else to date around with. He was old. Maybe he felt like she was the only option he had at that age. This was super uncharted territory for her. It was for all of them. She wasn't even sure how this...potion?...worked and she was too scared to ask, frankly.

"Ya wanna go out for breakfast, toots?" Stan asked Solana, walking over to her. "I feel like a million bucks! I feel like I could do 1,000 jumpin jacks or pushups."

She blinked, bringing herself back to the present moment with Stan. "Breakfast? Are you sure it's okay for you to...like...go out like this? Doesn't everyone here know you as an older guy?"

"Look, if they can not question Sixer comin back after 30 years with no explanation and the world almost ending, then they can handle this too. Don't worry."

"30 years? The world ending???" Solana asked incredulously. She was so flabbergasted that he said all of that so simply as if it was something so easily digestible.

"I forgot I actually haven't known ya that long. I can explain if ya agree to go to breakfast with me? Since we didn't get to have dinner last night like we planned," Stan chuckled, rubbing his neck nervously.

Solana was staring at Stan's features. Despite how young he was now, it was still him. Wholeheartedly. She smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah. I'll go to breakfast with you. Just...lemme take a shower first?" she chuckled gently. "Desperately need one."

"Oh, yeah yeah. Feel free. Ya know where the bathroom is. Have at it," Stan offered, motioning gently with both hands for her to go.

"Thanks, handsome," Solana said as she stretched up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Somehow he was even taller at this age. She smiled at him then left the room to go into the bathroom.

Almost as if on cue, her phone started ringing again. Stan's curiosity got the better of him and he peeked over to see who it was. It said, 'Big Will 💓' again.

"Who the hell is this Will person??" Stan said quietly.

"Is it another guy?" Ford asked, moving closer to his brother's side to see what her phone said.

"Dunno. Hope not. Really hopin not," Stan replied honestly.

"Maybe it's just a friend or something?" Ford suggested.

"Do friends really call and text this often?" Stan asked, scratching his head.

"Well, yes. If you have them."

"Fuck off."

Ford snickered. "Sorry. I couldn't resist. It was such an easy target," he laughed while being punched in the arm by Stan.

Stan watched the phone ring until it was done then looked at Ford. "I'm kinda nervous about it bein another guy. I know I have no right. Us not actually datin and all but still."

"Ask her about it," Ford tried.

"Ford, for god's sake. We've only been on one date. I can't just question a gal like that about what goes on with her phone."

"Why not?"

"Jesus, Ford. Ya really have no etiquette," Stan sighed.

"And you do?" Ford asked, confused.

"More than you! But I guess when the person you're tryin to woo is also in his 60s and has been out of it for the last 30 years, shit's different."

Ford blushed and punched Stan's arm. "HOW do you know about that?"

"Walls are thin, Fordsie. Walls are thin. Paper thin."

"Anyway, gonna let you and your lady friend get ready for your second date in 24 hours."

"It's not a date! It's called being a gentleman. Somethin ya know nothin about," Stan grumbled angrily as he walked across the room picking up Solana's belongings to put them in the same spot for her.

"Happy to see your heart didn't give out," Ford dismissed, watching his brother. "I was worried."

"Awwwww. Look at ya. Worried about lil ole me. How sweet," Stan teased with a laugh.

"Shut up," Ford huffed, turning away from Stan and folding his arms. He hated when Stan used his brotherly affection against him sometimes.

Stan laughed as he grabbed Solana's dress then left the room to go knock on the bathroom door.

"Solana?" he said loud enough for her to hear over the water.

"Yeah?" she called back at the same volume.

"Can I come in and give ya your dress?"

"Yeah, come in!"

Stan opened the door and quickly folded her dress up and put it on the sink counter. "I didn't know if ya wanted to uh...run from here to the room with my brother down here and all," he said loudly.

"Oh, yeah! Thanks! I was thinking about that actually," she laughed gently. "I appreciate it a lot. You're so sweet."

Stan's entire face flushed as he tried to hide a smile that she for certain wouldn't be able to see either way. "Yeah. No problem," he said with a nod.

"I'll be out in a few!"

"Take your time! I want ya to be able to get yourself together at your pace. Even though ya have to go in later for work."

Solana groaned. "Don't even remind me. I wish I could find a creative job that'd treat me better," she said, mostly to herself.

"A creative job? Like what?" Stan asked curiously, leaning onto the counter and folding his arms.

"Hmm...I'd love to draw for kids' books. That's the dream right there. I'd love to do that for the rest of my life if it paid me well enough," she admitted in a shy tone.

Stan mulled over her words for a while. "That sounds pretty stable and fun. There's always gonna be kids and they're always gonna wanna read to learn more. So there wouldn't be any shortage of opportunities."

"Yeah exactly. I'm just in the midst of trying to find an agent and get my work out there. It's been...tough. So I'm just working at Chip's place until I take off then I'll never have to see that creep again."

He winced slightly, agreeing with her on that sentiment.

"Sometimes I feel like Chip is a creature of the night or something. Guy never takes his sunglasses off. Either that or he just is always hung over or something," Solana joked.

Stan stopped in his tracks at her comment. Maybe he actually was something? But it was also just as likely for him to be a regular creep. He'd have to table that thought for later discussion with Ford. Maybe even Maze if he was desperate enough.

“Yeah…that’s…something,” he said thoughtfully. “I just hate that ya gotta work for him. He’s kinda…” “Pig headed? Disgusting? Grosssssss? Need I go on?” Solana laughed.

Stan laughed along with her. “No thanks. I’m good on that, actually. No need.”

Solana laughed even more. “Okay, okay. I get it.”

Stan laughed to himself some more. He stood there in silence for a moment before he realized that he was actually in the bathroom while she showered.

“Oh, I should probably get goin so ya can come out and do your business.” “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked already,” she chuckled.

Stan blushed and rubbed his chin a little at the memory of the night before. “Yeah but like…I don’t know. Just feels awkward. Ya know?”

“If you say soooooo,” she said in a singsong voice.

He blushed even more, not sure what to say to that. “Err…see ya outside,” he said quickly as he left, not leaving time for her to respond. He closed the door behind himself, then closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“Everything alright?” Ford asked.

Stan opened his eyes and jumped at the sound of his brother’s voice. “Don’t be sneakin around!” he fussed, his heart racing now.

Ford rolled his eyes. “Shouldn’t be so nervous and smitten.”

“Sixer, don’t even go there with me. I could go on for hours about you and Fiddles.”

Ford was the one blushing now. “Stop bringing it up!”

“You stop first and I’ll stop next,” he snickered.

“I guess now your childishness is more appropriate for the age you’re at. Again,” Ford said, rolling his eyes and making his way back to the science-y part of the lab.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stan neverminded. He heard the water turn off suddenly which made him jump again but away from the door. He moved towards Ford, his eyes glued to the door to see if she was coming out immediately or not. When she didn’t come out, Stan looked at his brother who was staring him directly in his face with a shit eating grin.

“What?” Stan asked, getting defensive.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen you this smitten and jumpy. Who are you? What have you done with the Stanley that was grumpier than the day is long? The one who’d curse at the sun for shining too bright???”

“Okay, okay. I got it, I got it. I still cuss at the sun. Now I’d cuss at the sun for hurting S-”

The bathroom door swung open suddenly, interrupting Stan’s train of thought. It was Solana. Finished with her shower.

“Uhhhh at the risk of being even more of a bother, you wouldn’t happen to have any lotion would you?” She asked sheepishly.

“Uh…y-yeah! I got ya.” Stan led Solana back into the bedroom. He went to the nightstand where her phone was and opened the drawer to find what he assumed was a flowery smelling lotion. He pulled it out and handed it to her. “Good?”

“Perfect,” she said sweetly, kissing Stan on his cheek. “Thank you!”

Stan blushed again, looking everywhere but her. “Yeah. No problem,” he said with a nonchalant shrug.

“You don’t have to be so mysterious just because your brother is nearby, you know,” Solana said as she sat on the bed. “And before you say you’re not, you are.”

Stan was stumped at how she just knew he was going to say something in response. He stood there, unsure of what to say next.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to stump you,” she said while she was rubbing the lotion on. “I just can read people sometimes. That’s all. And you’re an open book, Stanley Pines,” Solana said with a light laugh at the end.

Again, he didn’t know how to respond. He just stood there in mild disbelief that she was this bold with him.

“Also, brunette’s a good color on you,” she said with a light hum while she was focused on lotioning up her legs.

“Yeah?” He asked, his face red as a tomato.

“Yeah. I never would have pegged you for a brunette if I’m being honest. Totally thought black hair was the vibe.”

“I dyed it black once and I just ended up looking like I stepped straight outta the Godfather movies,” Stan sighed.

Solana laughed at that. “I would have loved to see that, honestly.”

“Maybe I’ll do it again and grow a mustache or somethin,” he teased.

“Oh my god, the Marlon Brando mustache would be fucking hilarious.”

“I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Stan said in his best impression of the actor.

Solana burst out laughing. “That was legit so good. You missed your calling as an actor,” she joked.

Stan laughed too, loving the energy between them at the moment. She really was just a little ray of sunshine. It was so infectious. 

Eventually, Solana finished putting lotion on and Stan was in the shower himself by this point. She slipped her shoes on then grabbed her purse and phone. She made sure she had everything and walked out of the room, straight into a staring contest with Ford, who was sitting across the open area from her. He was sitting there, watching her every move, wondering what her motives were.

“Do I…have something on my face?” Solana asked, wiping her face.

“No. I’m just trying to figure you out,” Ford said bluntly.

“Figure me out?” Solana asked, laughing faintly as she adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

“Yes. Figure you out. As much as Stanley and I fight, I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Solana made an incredulous expression. “I…I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not in the ‘hurting people for fun’ sort of business. I’ve been hurt a lot and I wouldn’t dream of doing it to anyone else. Especially Stan. He’s a sweetheart and a perfect gentleman.”

Ford started laughing then stopped when he realized she wasn’t joking. “I can’t believe Stan is getting this sort of review from someone. It’s always grumpy or hard to deal with or crass or…some other thing that’s negative.”

“Well…I don’t know Stan too well just yet but he’s never come off as any of that to me.”

Ford nodded a bit, mulling over her words. “Who’s Will?” He asked, bluntly, again.

Solana made a face at that question. “Will? Were you looking at my phone?” She asked, clutching her purse.

“I wasn’t. Stan was though. He said he doesn’t have the credibility to ask you these sorts of questions yet but I have no stake, so.”

She grit her teeth in annoyance. “What goes on in my phone is none of your business and its not Stan’s either,” she said curtly before turning to go up the stairs.

“He just wants to be sure that he doesn’t get too involved with you and you’re…with someone else,” Ford added quickly as she turned.

Solana let out a derisive laugh. “If I was with someone else, I wouldn't be here with Stan, now would I?” She asked in a rude tone before going up the stairs, leaving no space for Ford to follow up.

Time passed as Solana waited for Stan in the store part of the shack. She didn’t know where else to sit so she just sat on the counter. It was still early in the morning so no one was there yet. Not even the new manager. As dedicated as he was.

Footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs from behind the vending machine. Solana’s heart raced at how she was going to confront Stan for looking at her phone. She wasn’t even sure if she should because it doesn’t seem like he was malicious with his intent but it was still a breach of privacy. But how could she blame him for being a little bit concerned that there was someone else in the picture?

The vending machine moved to reveal Stan in a casual white t-shirt, some jeans, and a bomber jacket that looks like it hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time. It was entirely too pristine. The gold chain from the previous night made another appearance too. He was trying to make an impression, that much was for sure. She could smell his cologne wafting from across the room. It was so intoxicating.

Is this…what he was like in the prime of his life? Suddenly she forgot why she was upset in the first place.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

[bl00dst41ned]

•·.·''·.·• snooze •·.·''·.·•

pairing: justin bieber x sza

summary: in which two superstars announce their relationship to the world

author's note: this music video did something to me, i needed to do this. so Hailey is not the picture, no Jelena (the relationship is DONE), SZA is not a pathological liar here, just vibes. (no Hailey slander or Hailey vs Selena debate allowed. Again, just vibes)

word count: 584

[📍64th Annual Grammy Awards]

“And the Grammy goes to…” Avril Lavigne spoke to the microphone before opening the envelope and reading the names

“Kiss Me More, Doja Cat featuring SZA”

The beautiful black woman walked up to the stage walking as slowly as possible since Doja had taken a toilet break at the wrong time. The both of them gave a little speech before going back to sit down.

The ceremony ended and all the celebrities stood up, going to a private space to leave. As she left the room, her eyes came in contact with a certain someone’s eyes. As if they had had a conversation through their irises, he left the room, Solana following him discreetly to a dark hallway.

“What are we doing he-” She was cut off by some hands wrapping around her waist.

“J, someone could see us” Solana informed constantly looking around to see if anyone was there.

“But they’re not here right now”

His tattooed hand grabbed her jaw, bringing their faces closer until their lips collided. Her arms surrounded his neck as their heads tilted, deepening their kiss. Minutes into them making out, she softly pulled him away, laughing at his frustration.

“Wait at least until we’re back to the hotel” Solana completely got away from his grip. “Can’t risk seeing us on tomorrow’s front pages”

“Imagine: SZA and Justin Bieber caught doing it at the Grammys”

Justin and Solana had met at a celebrity birthday party years ago. They grew friends as they healed from past relationships, helping one another. It all changed when Justin invited her for a date at his house since they didn’t want to be seen in public. She gladly accepted, leading to them spending the night talking, a glass of alcohol in their hands. Months after, they officialized their relationship, choosing to keep it private. To the public, Solana was SZA, this voluptuous woman, talented singer and Justin, the world’s favorite it boy.

“Yeah, can’t let this happen”

“I have to congratulate you on your Grammy though” He sent her a smirk as she avoided eye contact.

“Guess you’ll have to wait, babe”

Solana walked off going back to her team and preparing to leave.

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[📍Hotel]

Solana just got back from the after-party. She entered her hotel room and immediately kicked her heels off. She fell flat on her bed before hearing the door open. A smile appeared, already knowing who it was.

Justin lay down on the bed as Solana, got on top of him, straddling him.

He didn’t waste any time to kiss her, ready to spend the night close to her.

[📍Studio]

Solana sat in her studio listening to different instrumentals. None of them inspired her anything, resulting in her scrolling on Instagram, barely concentrating on her music. A notification popped, which drew her attention.

JB

I just had a dream about u

Sol

And what happened?

JB

can’t text you that 😏

Solana liked his text before finally noticing the beat that was playing.

“Hey, put that on repeat, I like that one” She spoke to her engineer as he did so. She took her notepad and a pen to write lyrics.

I can’t lose when I’m with you

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[Social Media]

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justinbieber my girl >>>>

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BREAKING: Singers SZA & Justin Bieber announce relationship with kiss in new music video

[Snooze music video]

sza

sza how can i snooze <3 mv out now

like, repost and suggest if you want (hope you enjoyed it)

header and pics from pinterest, gif by @low-and-beho1d and jb pic by @maleness-addict

masterlist for more

[vatiiagames]

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver’s license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

Hi anon! Since the story takes place in a fantasy setting, I’ll have to tweak your question a little. Maybe who’s good on horseback and who isn’t? I’ll throw in their horses as well. I hope that’s alright!

Carlise is good on horseback. Her horse is a white colored Camargue mare named Chérie. They have a very, very close bond. Asan’s horse is Chérie’s brother as well.

Varre is good on horseback. His horse is a black colored Fell Pony mare named Aeris. He is the only one allowed to ride or tend to her and she is very protective of him. Aeris is spoiled lol.

Ewan is comfortable on horseback. His horse is a buckskin colored Andalusian mare named Solana. She is a very friendly and loving horse, much like her rider.

Dea is not great on horseback. She’ll ride if she needs to. Her horse is a blue roan colored Quarter Horse stallion named Egon. The two of them annoy one another pretty often but still care for one another.

Kizan is good on horseback. His horse is a grey colored Percheron stallion named Dutch. He can be a bit stubborn at times but Kizan loves him all the same.

Amysa has absolutely no idea how to ride a horse. She prefers riding by carriage. If she has to ride by horseback she opts to ride with somebody else instead of on her own.

Thank you for the ask! <3

[cottagewoodelf]

Viola & Sage

Viola: Art lover, loner, hottie

Sage: Loyal, child of the village, romantic

These two met when they were set up on a blind date by their mutual friends (thanks Rosemary and Solana lol). There was definitely an instant attraction between the two, but Viola was so use to being alone and immersing herself into her art that she did not quite know how to respond to Sage's romantic interest. Sage, being the gentleman that he is, gave Viola her space while still letting her know he was very into her and only her. Overtime Viola opened up and the two fell in love. After about 6 months of dating Sage knew that Viola was his soulmate. Sage proposed to her at this very spot on the beach. They eloped due to Viola's loner nature and Sage wanted a very intimate ceremony as well. Today they visited the beach for their one year marriage anniversary and did a small photoshoot, but def made time to build sand castles lol. Wishing these two soulmates many wonderful years together. 💚

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Some of my Pokémon Canon X OC Couples

Valentine's Day Special !

Here are some of my Pokémon OC's ships ! (some because 2 of them are missing. I don't know who to ship them with yet).

Barbara Mallow X Hélia (Pokémon Sun OC) :

Two young women with solar energy. They are always seen smiling in public to bring you joy. They are always here to help people and help each other out when they have a harder time.

Associated Song : Lovers on the Sun by David Guetta ft. Sam Martin

Luna X Mizuki (Pokémon Moon OC's) :

Yes I have two Pokémon Moon, so what ?! (thanks to my cousin xD). So what's better than putting them together after all ? Since they, you know, represent the exact same game. Mizuki's strong attitude is really something for Luna. She feels safe by her side as she is very quiet. But also very cute and boys want her, not knowing that she is with another girl.

Associated Song : Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

Gladio Lusamine X Sélène (Pokémon Ultra Sun OC) :

The one girl that managed to make Gladio smile more often. Sélène just wanted to put a huge smile on the boy's face. However, her sassy attitude can be a little iritating.

Associated Song : Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

Rosemary Piers X Solana Shielmilia (Pokémon Sword OC) :

Two quiet girls, but for different reasons. Rosemary is not very talkative, but Solana's not even really human ! She can only use a few words to communicate. Even if she knew the truth, Rosemary would probably not let go of her : she understand her so very well...

Associated Song : SpecialZ by King Gnu

Kassis Kieran X Loreleÿ Carmine (Pokémon Scarlet + DLC OC) :

From strangers into friends, from friends to siblings, from siblings to ennemies, and from ennemies to lovers. Loreleÿ immediately fell in love for the young boy, she found him too cute and pure. Little did she knew how bad it would turn after the Ogerpon event. However, she never stopped loving him and helped him no matter what. The Terapagos battle was the moment that made Kassis realized how much he loved Loreleÿ. After all, he almost lost her...

Associated Song : Seasons by Rival ft. Cadmium & Harley Bird

Pepper Arven X Juliana Aceituña (Pokémon Violet OC) :

Two very different personalities. But still impossible to imagine without one another. Juliana didn't hesitate at any moment to help Pepper with his friend Mabostiff and going straight into Area Zero. Pepper found more than what he could imagine in Juliana, although she can be a little too excited sometimes...

Associated Song : Remedy by Alesso

[trippinsorrows]

who do u think fell first solana or roman? in my opinion it hit roman first slightly (one might say on room temperature level lol or even less) when solana had a nightmare and told samantha to fuck off, maybe it was a fellow feeling. iam only examining shit and all

i think he fell first tbh. i think solana took a bit longer because she's spent so long feeling and viewing herself as unlovable along with never believing she could be in love because of it. roman is a natural protector, as we saw fetu point out in the flashback chapter, even when he was a young boy. he felt that shared connection with solana because of their shared loss, wanted to protect her pretty much from the get-go and started falling for her before he even realized it. solana too, but she had a lot of other things to work through too at first.

not sure if that makes sense lol

[sunlights-daughter]

because @zippyskyfalls has anon off,you're my victim As he laid under the stars,unmoving,unbreathing,any passerby would think he simply fell asleep while stargazing with how peaceful he looked but if you stopped for even a second,you'd notice the growing red pool around his body. He laid there all night and until noon the next day before police were called and by then he had gone cold and birds were pecking at his body. He laid on the cold metal table at the morgue as two people whispered over him,as if he was still alive and could hear him. He laid in the casket as his friends and family gathered and said one final goodbye. He laid in the ground under a stone that read "Here lies Telemachus,a son,a friend,and a kind man to all"and he hoped he was strong enough to fight back or he hoped he listened to his mother when she said to stay in that night or he hoped he didn't feel guilty for feeling at peace in his final moments. He laid there for years,untouched,unbothered,but eventually forgotten as his mother and father were buried next to him and solana was buried in another graveyard,as his gravestone faded and became overgrown with grass and weeds,as the flower died and his skin rotted. He laid in a mothers arms,crying,eyes closed shut,a faint beeping around him and soft talking. He laid in a crib in a body that was not his own,painfully aware that this is not him but unable to do anything about it. He laid on the same hill years later,blood long gone and stars faint,overpowered by the city's lights. He hoped in his next life the world would not be so bad as he stood up and stepped into the road as a truck sped towards him. not my best work but oh well

I LITERALLY JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE. ZIPPY THIS IS YOUR FAULT.....

[harinibw]

Bitcoin and the broader cryptocurrency market faced significant declines today, with Bitcoin trading below $59,000 and major altcoins also in the red. Solana, Dogecoin, and Toncoin dropped 8.27%, 7.44%, and 6.53%, respectively. The overall market capitalization fell to $2.26 trillion, down 4.42% in the past 24 hours. Despite the losses, Bitcoin’s dominance increased to 51.06%, reflecting a cautious investor sentiment.

Amid the downturn, several cryptocurrencies showed notable gains. Hivemapper (HONEY) led with a 42.9% increase, followed by Beta Finance (BETA) with an 18.7% rise. Other gainers included DADDY TATE (DADDY), Chainflip (FLIP), and NATIX Network (NATIX).

Recent funding rounds indicated ongoing investor confidence. QED Protocol secured a $6 million Seed round, and onaji raised $2.5 million in a Pre-Seed round. Additionally, Wallet Guard was acquired by ConsenSys, signaling strategic growth in the industry.

[doitinanotherlanguage]

July 2023 Wrap-up: 1960s

(You can read more about the challenge on my post introducing the challenge. Basically, Reading Through the Decades is a year-long reading challenge where we read books - and explore other media - from the 1900s to the 2020s, decade-by-decade.)

Super late with the July wrap-up, but here it is at last!

What I Enjoyed This Month

📖 Picnic at Hanging Rock (1967), Joan Lindsay -> In 1900, a group of female students at an Australian girls' boarding school vanish at Hanging Rock while on a Valentine's Day picnic, causing varying effects on the school and local community. -> I watched the fantastic, queer 2018 mini-series (starring Natalie Dormer!) earlier this year and absolutely fell in love! So I knew I had to read the original novel as soon as possible. Since the book is written in the 60s, I decided to read it this month. I might prefer the mini-series (because in it, the themes of queerness are much more explicit and central) but the novel definitely holds its own, too.

🎬 Flickorna (1968; The Girls), dir. Mai Zetterling -> A feminist reinvention of the ancient Greek play Lysistrata by Aristophanes: Three actresses prepare to go on the road in a theater production of the classic play about women and war. As the women re-assess and deal with the problems in their respective private lives, they recognize the parallels with the play and begin to realize that it is serious - even tragic - after all. -> Very 60s, very awesome. I love watching older movies that centre women and feminist themes. This is definitely a very inventive and experimental - even surrealist - film.

📖 SCUM Manifesto (1967), Valerie Solanas -> A radical feminist manifesto that argues that men have ruined the world, which women have to fix by forming SCUM, an organization dedicated to overthrowing society and eliminating the male sex. The manifesto was little-known until Solanas attempted to murder Andy Warhol in 1968. -> I don't really know what to say about this. Mostly, the manifesto is filled with absurd bullshit - I don't fuck with violence, I emphatically don't think killing is the solution to anything, and radical feminism is definitely not the brand of feminism for me. That said, the manifesto is also hilarious as fuck: the manifesto totally flips the age-old "women are inferior" dynamic from Western, patriarchal philosophy and theory around, so yielding the manifesto up to an interpretation as a delicious satire. (Unfortunately, it seems that Solanas did not write the manifesto for irony and satire's sake.)

🎬 Victim (1961), dir. Basil Dearden -> A British neo-noir suspense film about a closeted lawyer who risks his career to bring a blackmailer to justice. The film is credited as being the first British film to explicitly name homosexuality and deal with it sympathetically. -> I am not the biggest neo-noir fan, but I very much enjoyed this one. I love a good queer classic!

🎬 Midnight Cowboy (1969), dir. John Schlesinger -> A naive hustler travels from Texas to New York City to seek personal fortune, in the process befriending a scrounging, sleazy small-time con man with big dreams. -> Another queer(?) classic! Idk, I really like watching movies about drifters and down-on-their-luck people struggling onwards in life and maybe finding some modicum of companionship in each other.

🎬 Stonewall (1995), dir. Nigel Finch -> A historical comedy-drama film that gives a fictionalized account of the weeks leading up to the Stonewall riots, a seminal event in the modern American gay rights movement. The main story follows a cross-dressing sex worker who meets a young gay man, freshly arrived in NYC. -> There was a horribly disappointing Stonewall movie made more recently in 2015 - forget about that shit and watch this one instead! This film actually centres cross-dressers, trans women, and queer politics while also incorporating humour, a love story, and several lip-synch numbers!