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billthedrake · 1 year ago

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

"Russ?" the voice called out as I walked through the big-box store parking lot. "Russ McAdams?"

Maybe it was the dark winter dusk or maybe I just didn't expect to see Coach Stanley, out of the classroom in his casual hoodie and jeans, but it took me a second me a second to connect the voice with the face.

Given how much I'd jerked off to fantasies about my AP History teacher back, I probably should have recognized him immediately. The guy wasn't the only dude I lusted after in high school, my body swimming in teen hormones and my head trying to make sense of it all, but I always thought he was the hottest teacher at Aurora High. 5'11" thick ex-baseball player muscle, thinning brown hair and a clean-shaven face that always seemed on the verge of a five o'clock shadow. Even the way he walked was a little bow-legged and a lot masculine.

He wasn't clean-shaven any more, instead sporting a closely trimmed beard. And he wasn't in his khakis and button down shirt now, but instead had on a puffy winter jacket and jeans, with a scarf that mostly covered a casual sweatshirt underneath.

"Coach Stanley?" I said as I realized who was walking up to me. Ed Stanley wasn't my coach, just my teacher, but all the school called him Coach Stanley or Coach S for short.

"Almost didn't recognize you," he said as he held out a gloved hand. I shook it. "Seems you've done some growing in college."

"Yeah, I guess I have," I chuckled and took his words to be a big ego pump. After I moved off to school and came out, I decided that I'd hit the gym. Hard. I was an athletic kid in high school, on the soccer and tennis teams, but I was slender, and my height made me look even leaner. But it was winter break of my junior year and I'd put on a lot of muscle since Coach Stanley last saw me.

"Well, you're looking good, Russ," Coach S said. I mean it was probably an innocent compliment, but standing a few feet apart from the guy, I got caught up in his blue eyes and bright smile for a second. All those silly adolescent puppy crushes I thought I'd outgrown came flooding back to me.

I know I blushed, but my red cheeks could probably be explained by the cold evening weather. I'd underdressed given I had only planned to pop in for a last-minute gift for my sister. "You running some errands, Coach?" I asked.

The man nodded and gave one of those trademark Coach Stanley smiles. Fuck I was gonna be jerking off thinking of him later, for sure. "I've kind of procrastinated but I'm here to pick up a tree." He gave an embarrassed shrug. "It's a lot of trouble to go through with just me, but you know, I guess it doesn't feel like Christmas without one."

I didn't know Coach Stanley's story. I mean, a few of the girls in my high school gossiped about his hot fiancee, so I think I expected him to be married by now.

"You busy shopping, Russ?" he asked. I half thought Coach would just say hello then go on his way. But I figured a teacher enjoys running into a former student. And I was a good student, I knew - academically successful and all-around "good kid."

"A last minute gift," I replied, holding up my bag. "Guess I'm a procrastinator, too, Coach," I laughed.

Stanley flashed me that bright grin, and it seemed like his eyes couldn't break contact. Fuck. "Well, I guess I better let you get on with your errands," he said. "Good running into you, Russ. Take care."

"I will," I said. "Good seeing you, too, Coach."

He paused and then added. "And if you ever want to stop by the school, say hi... I'm always around."

"Will do," I said.

We both kind of stood in the parking lot, looking at each other. I think we laughed at the same time from the awkwardness.

"All right," he finally said with a nod and turned to walk over to where the Christmas trees were set up.

He got about four paces, but I spoke up. I couldn't believe I was about to say this, but I figured if I made a fool of myself, it didn't matter. I didn't live in my hometown any more. And something about Coach's vibe made me think something was up.

"Hey Coach," I said. The man stopped, surprised, but turned around. I took a couple steps forward. "This may sounds weird," I said with a deep blush. "But if you want some help setting up your tree, I'd be glad to help out."

I could feel my heart pound, and I wanted the parking lot to swallow me, the embarrassment was coming on so strong. Thankfully, Coach Stanley's smile returned. "Yeah?"

I nodded.

He seemed like he was trying to check some emotion. "I'm sure you have better things to do, Russ," he said.

I had no inclination that Coach Stanley even thought about guys, but those words were when I knew he wanted me.

"My parents have some holiday party to go to, and I don't have any plans," I said. "I'm happy to help. Honest."

Coach paused then agreed. "All right. Maybe I can give you my address and you can meet me over there?"

We made a plan.

I went back home to drop off my shopping and to grab a quick bite. I had a quick change of clothes. I felt weirdly nervous, like I didn't know what Coach Stanley went for. It was a weird thought and unexpected I'd even be thinking this on a Saturday night before Christmas. I took off my sweats and slipped on a nice pair of jeans. A long-sleeve gray T and a layered T-shirt with my college logo on it seemed to be a nice jocky-preppy outfit and the snug size showed off my body pretty well.

"Hope you like it, Coach," I laughed in the mirror.

I went down to find some leftovers for dinner.

My dad was in the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of wine he was taking to the party. I told him I was thinking of going over to hang out with one of my friends. And maybe staying over if that was Ok.

Dad was the softer touch of my parents, but Mom probably didn't care. I was responsible, and they had a lot of me time over the holidays. "Just text us when you know your plans for sure," he said.

"Will do, Dad," I replied. "Have fun at the party."

"Be safe," he added, as went to get his coat, just as Mom came down the stairs.

They left pretty soon thereafter, and I cleaned up from my quick dinner.

By the time I got to Coach Stanley's place, I was feeling nervous, real nervous. I parked my car and walked up to the front door of the modest colonial house in a decent but not overly fancy neighborhood. I started second guessing myself. Maybe I'd been misreading the cues, but even if so I'd have some quality time with an incredibly hot man. I figured I'd just enjoy that for what it was worth.

When Coach answered the door, I was so turned on. Gone was the puffy coat and the scarf and the sweatshirt. My high school history teacher stood before me in a pair of jeans, sock-clad feet and a loose, thin cotton T-shirt of some fundraising road race. This shirt was a little loose but somehow draped perfectly over the rounded shoulder muscle and strong pecs. Even if it wasn't snug, I could tell Stanley kept his midsection flat and trim for a dude in his late 30s. I don't know why this was a major turn on, but Stanley wore a thin gold chain necklace around his corded neck.

"Glad you could make it, Russ," he greeted, his mellow tenor voice gaining a friendly edge. "Come in. I've just put the tree in the stand and was about to start on the lights."

I did feel kind of dumb. In my imagination, I'd come over and right away would be having sex with my former teachers. But here I was to help him with his tree. I took off my coat and followed him to the living room.

There were a few wrapped presents set to the side and a few family photos in frames. And there was a big bookshelf with hardbound books. But other than that it was very much a bachelor home. Sparse and clean, but not homey at all. I kind of liked it as a glimpse into Coach's personality, but it kind of felt lonely, too.

I set my coat down and followed his directions, holding the string of lights as he wrapped it around.

It was all business, but having two men at the task made it go more quickly. Next was the garland. Then there were a bunch of ornaments to put up - a couple of boxes.

"We don't need to do all of these," Coach said, handing me one.

It was a little frustrating being so close to this hunk in his own home. But it was a good kind of frustration. Sneaking looks at him. His handsome face, his serious demeanor, his hunky body. It was like every sexual thought I'd had sitting in his third period class all junior year came back to me, only it felt more powerful. Closer, more real.

At that point I wasn't expecting anything to happen. Maybe Coach was lonely at the holidays and just wanted some company. If so, I was happy to give it.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Let me just get by you a sec," he said. He reached up over my shoulder and hung an ornament in a bare spot. And just as quickly his hand left.

I wouldn't think anything of it, only two minutes later, he repeated the action. I paused and savored the grip of his hand on my shoulder as he placed the ornament.

My heart was pounding now. I waited a few more minutes, feeling this strange energy in the room. I really didn't want to misread things, but something was up. As Coach reached over and put a ball on a branch, I stepped beside him, almost behind him and put my hand on the middle of his back. Coach Stanley had one hell of a strong back, I could tell, and up close I could smell his aftershave.

"Mind if I get in here, Coach?" I asked, reaching up to the top. I had a good four inches of height on him.

As soon as I placed the ball, my eyes dropped level again and I saw those mesmerizing blue eyes. Quietly expectant.

I gently massaged that spot in his back, through the T-shirt and leaned in.

Coach's lips were soft, almost chapped, but they parted and I felt the tip of his tongue graze my own lips. As I parted them, our mouths connected fully in a kiss.

In my imagination of how this evening would go down, nothing compared to the thrill of that kiss. I was a young guy still, just 21, and I was realizing then that none of the guys I'd been with really knew how to kiss. Not like this.

Stanley's look was all serious when we finally broke for air. My heart was racing and I just sensed his was, too.

"You OK with this, Russ?" he asked softly. "I usually don't do anything like this."

I ran my fingers along the small of his back. I may not have had Coach's kissing skills, but I enjoyed being physical and handsy-flirty when I hooked up with a guy. It was something I learned from a frat boy I sorta-kinda dated and now something I consciously worked on.

Coach seemed to like it, and I could see his nostrils flare as my fingertips slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his bare flesh.

"More than OK with it, Coach," I grinned. Just being close to him I could tell how solid his body was, and that was turning me the fuck on. But I noticed Coach S wasn't making much move to touch me or feel my body. "More to the point... are you OK with it?"

He cocked me a little grin. "Yeah, Russ... it's just... part of me thinks I shouldn't be doing this."

"I'm not gonna blab to anyone, Coach," I said. "Promise." I ran my fingers up higher along his lats. Rock hard solid muscle that was more dense than bulky. I could tell the man was gonna give me new workout goals, already. "Come on... I want this so bad."

That made him smile. "I want you, too, Russ," he whispered, getting that serious look on his face again. And I was now getting my second Ed Stanley kiss, almost better than the first. And the man's hands were now on my waist, openly feeling me up as he pulled me into his body.

We made out, right in his living room, right in front of the Christmas tree, and our hands moved from gentle exploration gradually into groping. It was like we were copying each other's moves, and one-upping them.

The look on Coach S's face when he pulled back was adorable. I could see a crazy amount of lust but also the desire to fight it.

"I like to take things slow, Russ," he said as his blue eyes swept up my taller form.

"Works for me, Coach," I muttered, my voice cracking with lust. I mean, my normal MO would have been to go hard and heavy with a dude like this. But I didn't want to see the impatient young guy I really was.

He cracked a smile. "How bout some make out time in the bedroom?"

I nodded and followed him. The master bedroom was somehow even barer than the living room of Coach Stanley's house. But it smelled like Coach's aftershave and the scent hit me like pheromones as I watched the man pull the covers down and get up on the bed, still in his stocking feet and clothes.

Normally, I'd be stripping down, ready to get it on, but I followed Coach's lead and kicked off my shoes before joining him.

"Thanks for coming over, Russ," Coach said softly after a kiss.

My hands were on his chest. I was doing my very best to be a good boy and not grope the man too much but fuck he felt nice. I'd hooked up with some hot guys before, but Stanley was probably the hottest I'd scored. And the fact that I had some lingering high school fantasies added to the thrill. I was rock hard in my jeans as we lay on our sides, face to face.

"Not how I was expecting my evening to play out, Coach," I said. "This is a fantasy come true, to be honest."

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers along my flank. "It's Ed, Russ," he said. "You can call me Ed."

"All right, Ed," I said. "But I'm probably still gonna think of you as Coach."

He shook his head gently. Maybe mildly bothered by the fucking with his former student thing, but owning up to the dynamic. "Probably to be expected." Then he added, "You really better not fucking tell anyone, Russ." It was the first time I'd heard my former teacher swear, but the gruff tone was in gest, even if I knew Stanley had real anxiety about what we were doing.

"For real, Ed.... whatever happens stays between us." I took a deep breath and felt my heart pound. I was not good at doing the patient approach. "I know you wanna take it slow, Coach, but you make me so fucking horny."

That made the man laugh. "All right, buddy," he grinned. He pulled back and kind of sat up. I watched him pull his T-shirt off over his head.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I gasped, my thought going straight from my head to my lips. Coach's body was just incredible. Meaty and thick, but also in shape, even with knotted abs. He had a lot of brown fur on his chest, swirling over his round pecs capped with thick brown-pink nipples. And to top it off that gold chain clung around his neck.

"What?" he reacted with a laugh.

"You, that's what," I said. "That body is insane." I normally didn't verbalize my reactions to men when I hooked up. Then again, normally with my hook ups both men would have gotten off by now and be getting dressed to go our own ways.

Stanley seemed pleased with my compliment. "You're looking in fine form, too, Russ... come on, show me what you got."

I felt inadequate but I wanted to get the party going, so I stripped my shirt off, and raised the ante by undoing my jeans and pulling them down over my legs.

Already, Ed's hands were on my semi-naked body, feeling me up. Seems that Mr. Take it Slow was getting horny himself.

"Damn, Russ, you're not one of those Corbin Fisher guys, are you?" he teased.

I was eating his praise and his touch, too. After I kicked off my jeans I spread my legs to show off the hardon in my boxer briefs. I wasn't porn hung, but I measured up pretty well against most guys I'd been with, and I was certainly rock hard right then.

"You watch that stuff, Coach?" I laughed.

"I won't lie, Russ. That stuff's gotten me through some pretty lonely nights." His blue eyes met mine directly, communicating not only his desire but his vulnerability. For some reason, that made my cock twitch.

"No need for porn tonight, Ed," I replied. Then with an impish smile, I added, "Unless you wanna have it on."

He shook his head with a laugh. "No. No porn." He took his hands off my biceps and reached down to undo his jeans.

I swear my breath stopped as I watched him peel them down. I swear I don't know how and why I didn't realize that Ed Stanley had gone commando. As the jeans slipped down, I saw the thick brown hair of his lower belly, then a solid erection eager to poke out.

Coach was of average length. Totally average, yet thicker than normal. His cock was girthy and beautiful and seemed to fit him.

But his attention was on me, and as he scooted up back close to me he ran his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. "May I?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I replied. Like a kid unwrapping a present he peeled them off over my boner and then jerked them down my legs. My prick stood up and jerked in excitement.

"That's a nice tool, ya got, Russ," he growled. He stared at my cock then looked up to my face again. "You definitely could be in one of those Corbin Fisher videos." His fist wrapped around my hard meat and almost instantly his palm was smearing my pre cum down the shaft with its regular strokes.

I touched his dick, now, too, feeling like I had permission. He hissed, and I watched his face react as I did my best to adjust my touch and approach. "You into college dudes, Ed?" I asked. Maybe it was nosy or forward to ask. Coach wasn't old or anything, I'd guess mid 30s, but he seemed very much into my collegiate body.

He nodded. "If I'm honest with myself... yeah. I guess I think and wonder what if I'd done stuff back then."

I felt back for Coach S and also weirdly protective of the man. I let go of his dick and held up my arm. "Come here, Coach," I muttered.

He took the invitation and scooted into my embrace, nestling his warm furry body against mine. For a man in his early 30s, Ed Stanley was as hairy as a man in his late 40s. I wrapped my arm around his back and he held me in a similar grip. We humped our hard dicks together, slowly, but didn't really escalate the sex. Not yet. Ed just rested his head in the crook of my neck and held on to me.

"Feels nice, buddy," he said. Then, nervously, "you must think I'm a mess."

I patted his back. It was incredible how solid his lats were. "Not all, Coach... Ed..." I heard him laugh. "It bother you that I'm still calling you 'Coach'?" I asked. "Old habits and all."

Stanley pulled back. Up close his face seemed less youthful but he was even more handsome. I tried to memorize the soft lines in his rough-skinned face and the close trim of his beard. "It's probably not making me feel less like an old pervert, but it's all good, Russ."

He'd asked me to take things slow and we were just in this quiet emotional moment. Which is why I was surprised by the sudden move Coach made to roll me onto my back, with him on top of me. He was 5'11" and shorter than me but he easily weighed as much. I loved feeling every bound of his hard body on top of mine.

We kissed, and Ed was no longer doing the soft, gentle kiss. It was more the hard sexual kissing I was used to. Coming from this man, it drove me wild. Roughly he thrust into my crotch with his. I never was into frottage, and this wasn't gonna get me off. But as foreplay I fricking loved it. Feeling Coach S's athletic ex-jock body on top of mine, working up his own sexual heat to match mine as we sucked each other's tongues and then took turns plunging in and out of our mouths with them.

This whole evening had been unexpected and had played out with surprising ease. Only I realized I didn't know Coach Stanley's deal. On the apps, you know from the get go what the guy is looking for. I didn't know if Coach was a top or even if he was into fucking. For my part I was pretty vers and while anal was my favorite thing, giving or receiving, practicality mean that an oral hookup was more common.

The way Ed was putting his whole body into our intensely sexual make out made me half expect the man to kick my legs apart and ravage me. Instead he slowed his hips and paused, pulling back with a big fucking grin.

"Please tell me you suck dick, Russ," he hissed.

I chuckled. "Yeah, Coach."

That was all he needed to hear. Gone was the patient man. Instead he quickly scooted up and lined up his dripping cock to my lips. I mentally prepared myself, hoping Stanley wasn't the type to go into rough facefucking mode. I opened my lips and felt his prick press past them.

Thankfully after Coach pushed in three solid inches, he let me do the work. I didn't have a great angle or a lot of room for move my head back and forth, but that was OK. Stanley didn't need a pro blowjob, it turns out. After a minute of my awkward bobs, I felt his quads tense and his voice get real strained.

"That's it, Russ..." he hissed. His sexy masculine voice now needy. "Right fucking there, buddy.... so close... Yeah, keep sucking! Oh god, oh fuck... UNGH!"

His cum was hot and the load thick. The angle made it shoot against the roof of my mouth so it was a half second before I tasted him. He was salty and sweet and I was instantly hooked. I swallowed that ejaculation and moved my mouth back and forth, adding suction to coax out a few more jets. Other than the my sorta frat-guy boyfriend and a 20-something dude I went out with for a few months, I didn't have much relationship experience. And in my one-off hookups, my dick size meant I was more often then not being serviced orally. But damn, I loved this feeling of a man cumming in my mouth and down my throat. Particularly because it was Coach S.

He finally pulled back, a huge smile on his face. "Thank you," he muttered and patted my cheek. Then, he said, "your turn."

I watched as he quickly scooted down to get on all fours between my legs. I had been so focused on blowing him, I almost forgot how eager I was to get off myself. Coach was reminding me now, the way he licked up my boner, one side then the other.

Maybe Coach was closeted, I don't know. But the man knew how to suck cock. He had a good technique as he took me into my mouth and started working me up and and down. But the most amazing thing was his enthusiasm. Even though he'd already gotten his rocks off, the man was so clearly into this. Into sucking dick. My dick.

I watched him and enjoyed him, not overly urgent in my need to cum.

But, fuck, I felt Ed's fingers nudge my ball, and the urgency hit me. I thought of trying to hold back but I worried I'd mess up a perfectly great orgasm.

"Coach!" I hissed. "I'm gonna cum.... oh SHiT!"

I could hear Ed gulp as I pulsed my seed into his mouth. Then on my second spurt, he let out a deep, excited moan.

I leaned my head back and just enjoyed every wave of pleasure that coursed through me. I could get used to Ed Stanley's skills, for sure.

Finally, the man relinquished my prick and gently kissed up my belly and chest. I felt a little ticklish after the intense cum, which made him laugh softly.

"Thank you, Russ," he said, now raising his weight above mine, our soft dicks pressed together but our torsos not touching.

"Man... you're the one that's letting me live out my high school fantasies."

I could see him wince a little at that but he just nodded. "Well, I'm glad." He gingerly scooted off to the side, resting on the bed beside me. "I'll be honest, Russ... I don't know the etiquette in these situations."

"What do you mean, Coach?" I asked, turning toward him and running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I wanted to memorize the look and feel of this man.

He seemed shy now. "Sometimes guys seem to want to split once they get their nut. And sometimes they seem mad if I don't ask them to stay."

"I've done both, Ed," I assured him.

That seemed to relax him. "Well, you wanna stay for a bit? Maybe we can light the tree, enjoy some egg nog?"

I nodded, a smile on my face. "Yeah," I said.

That made him happy, I could tell. It seemed strange a man as hot as this could be so lonely, but I was happy to be his stand-in boyfriend or whatever for the evening.

We kissed some and then got up to get dressed again. As we padded back into his living room, I had to ask, "So... there been a lot of guys for you?" Maybe it was a sore point, but I figured if Ed wanted to some quality time, we could talk man-to-man.

He shrugged. "About ten. About half of those in the last year," he explained. "I guess I'm still figuring some stuff out."

I nodded, sympathetic. I had a different journey than Coach, but I understood some of what he was going through. "Well, I'm real glad I ran into you, Ed."

He smiled. "I'm glad too, Russ."

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garricks4thwingqueen · 7 months ago

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Master list

If you have a request for any character on my masterlist please feel free to send it on in. If they are not on my masterlist but their fandom is (Fourth Wing, ACOTAR and Bridgerton) please send it along anyway and I'll let you know if I feel comfortable to write for their personality.

Fourth Wing Garrick Tavis

*Your Boys part of the #fourthwingbirthdaybash

*Am Smooches

*Rebellious Secrets (This was a request!)

*I'm Going to be a Father?

*I'm Going to be a Father? Part 2

*The Gauntlet Reader X Garrick Tavis (this was a request)

*Garrick Au Swim Coach X Reader

*After all This Time (This was a request)

*After all this Time (part 2 )

*Sibling Love is Tough (Request)

*You are my Light Garrick X Telery Reader (request)

*Experimenting with Garrick (request)

*Promise? (Request)

*This is Never Happening Again (Request)

My Little One (I'll do anything for you) Garrick Tavis X OC)

*Part 1

*Part 2

*Part 3

*Part 4

*Part 5 Coming soon! Dain Aetos *My New Pillow part of the #fourthwingbirthdaybash *My new Pillow Part 2

*You're My Sunshine (request)

*Corn Maze

*Sibling Love is Tough (Request)

Xaden Riorson *The Day of Dread part of the #fourthwingbirthdaybash * Power X velocity= Air and Wing Speed (request)

*Our Time (part of the rider's quadrant gift exchange on a03)

*You're What?

*Because Of You NSFW (Request)

*Can I hold You? (Request) Liam Miari *Your Boys Part of the #fourthwingbirthdaybash

*Sibling Love (Request)

*Mated Dragons (Request)

* Always Yours *part 1 Raelynn's Letter to Liam * Part 2 *Part 3 *Part 4 *Part 5 *Part 6 * Part 7 * Part 8 *Part 9 *Part 10 *Part 11 & Finale

Bodhi Durran

Safe (X Tavis younger sister reader request)

Does it Have to be Lucifer? Imogen Cardulo? *Imogen's Intimacy Alphabet Fourth wing Head Cannons and squad shenanigans.

*Spanking head cannons. (request) Bridgerton Masterlist

Anthony Bridgerton

A Viscount and the Dressmakers Apperntice

*Part 1

*Part 2

*Part 3 & Finale

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

As I'm just getting into this series about 12 chapters into ACOWAR I will take requests only for the ones listed below.

Rhysand Cassian *Little Bat Cassian as a girl dad (request) Azriel

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ladysarai · 4 months ago

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Inception Olympics AU Fanwork Fest!

The other day I posted a little interest check, and it looks like there is some interest! So here we go!

Day 26 of @inception30daychallenge this year was "Which summer Olympic sport would each character compete in?" and the fandom answered with countless AMAZING ideas! Between that and the actual Summer Olympics happening in Paris, I went searching for Olympics AUs for Inception. I found some, but not nearly enough!

I am putting out the call to Inception fandom: Bring us Olympics AUs!

I've created a collection over at AO3: Inception Olympics AU Fanwork Fest | Archive of Our Own

The collection is unmoderated and open for posting! For fanworks that can't be posted to AO3 (or for those who don't have AO3 accounts), please post here on Tumblr and use the hashtag #inceptionolympicsAUfest.

As inspiration and a gift, I have found and bookmarked all of the existing Olympics AUs I could find on AO3, here! There are 14, 5 of which are part of a series! And, as per usual with this fandom, they are all of them EXCELLENT. Do yourself a favor and go enjoy them, then create some of your own!! (If I have missed a fic, please let me know!)

I figure this can run for the month of August. If you're inspired or have started something and haven't finished it by then, that's okay! The real goal of this fest is to create more fun AUs and amazing fanworks. So let's have some fun!

FAQ and more info under the cut.

What can I work on for this fest?

This is meant to be a collection of fanworks, including:

fanfics (no word limits (min or max), no deadline or start date)

fanarts

fan mixes

gif sets

a collection of prompts up for adoption

Rec lists

literally anything accepted...

Gen or ANY pairings

Whatever!

Anything goes!

Are there any prompts?

Not officially! But here are some ideas:

Men's gymnastics AU (I mean, look at this shit!)

Fencing AU!

Equestrian events! Any/all of them!

Wrestling/Boxing/Judo AU!

Swimming AU!

Diving AU!

Bicycling AU!

Shooting AUs--guns or archery!

Tennis AU! (Look. Dom and Arthur as a duo. Maybe up against Eames and Yusuf? GUARANTEED CHAOS.)

Rowing AU!

A full list of all Olympic sports to choose from!!

Competing coaches! Good coaches, bad coaches!

Are your faves on a team together?

Or do they compete against each other in the SAME SPORT?

Do they compete in DIFFERENT sports and support each other??

Are there career ending/threatening injuries leading to hurt/comfort??

Does everyone win a gold medal?

Does NO ONE win but get to go home with something better than a medal??

JUST THINK of all the shenanigans that can be got into in the Olympic Village!

PARALYMPICS!!! Why are they competing the paralympics?! Is it one character or several?!

What are the Rules?

Create a thing, post it to this collection! If you're on Tumblr, tag a post with #inceptionolympicsAUfest

Make sure the thing you make is for the Inception fandom.

Make sure the Olympics or Paralympics are somehow part of the story. (Even if the story is that they don't qualify for the Olympics!)

Be kind to each other.

Let your imagination run wild!

Have fun!

That's it.

Is there a deadline?

Currently I'm thinking this could work as a month of August 2024 thing, but obviously anything submitted at any time will be welcomed! And I can guarantee I'll want this again come the Winter Games. I know myself.

#inceptionolympicsAUfest #inception #fanwork fest #Olympics #olympics au #i can't believe i'm doing this #who gave me the right #i really just want to read all the Olympics AUs

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thrilling-oneway · 1 year ago

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Let’s talk about Shiraishi An can I talk to you about Shiraishi An? I want to talk about Shiraishi An.

I want to talk about An because her character arc is genuinely amazing. It completely subverts how she’s set up in the main story. An is set up as someone who (almost) has it all. She has a great relationship with her family, she’s talented and never had to work for it, her father is a renowned musician so she’s had so many opportunities and connections that people wouldn’t normally have. The only thing she didn’t have was a partner. So the story gives her one, and then slowly starts to chip away at everything else.

We’re introduced to her “aunt and uncle”, who are also renowned musicians, and helped to coach her as a kid. However now her uncle Taiga wants to train her partner. She’s always looked up to RADder, particularly Nagi, she’s always wanted to be trained by them and follow in their footsteps, and Taiga picked her partner. Her partner with far more natural talent, more potential. An who had always been gifted and on an easy path to doing what she loved, got surpassed like it was nothing.

We also learn at this point that her aunt Nagi, whom she loves dearly and is her main inspiration, left the country three years ago and hasn't spoken to her since. An still loves her and looks up to her of course, but it's annoying that she left without saying goodbye.

She gets punched in the gut again when Kohane gets a solo gig. Kohane's talent surpasses hers to the point that Nagi's legacy, the one An was meant to carry, the one An had worked for, is now in the hands of Kohane. Her partner that loves and supports but she can't help but feel insecure. Kohane who has only a few months worth of experience has worked up enough skill to be on the same level as a renowned musician. An worked her whole life to get there, and was beaten to the finish line by someone she had a lifetime's headstart on. What if Kohane becomes too good for her? What if Kohane leaves? She searched so long for a partner, one that she could trust and grow to love, and losing that would crush her. It scares her.

And it turns out that legacy that she lost was all she had left. And now it's gone. Nagi didn't leave the country without saying goodbye. Nagi is just gone. She's dead and she never told An. An never had that chance to talk to her again, never got to say goodbye, never got to introduce her aunt, her childhood idol, to Kohane and her other friends. Her father, her uncle, the entire community, everyone kept it a secret from her. She trusted them and they lied. Even if it's what Nagi wanted, even if it was for her own good, they lied. It's like everything has been taken from her, someone who had it so easy.

To make it even worse, her uncle crushes everyone's dreams out of his own anger and grief. His sister never wanted that, Nagi wanted there to be a new generation who would continue the legacy that RADder left behind. But Taiga won't let them get there because he doesn't want to let Nagi go either. Even if An won't be the next Nagi, there was a chance for her to still uphold everything that she lived for and believed in but all she got was the brutal revelation that her aunt has been gone for years and that her uncle won't let her get close to the light Nagi left behind.

An is a character that is struck with the reality that life isn't easy. A life swimming in the shallow end and getting thrown in the deep end and having to keep fighting and keep swimming back towards that light she once saw. I wonder what waits for her in the light.

#shiraishi an #project sekai #rambles #mine #this has been rotating in my brain for days

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user211201 · 5 months ago

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Gnarly Tides

--- Originally posted by ZacharyEverlust before 2018-08-22 ---

--- Note: Pokémon Gym Leader TF ---

We are back at the same location! Same place, same time, same method! Well slightly different one, a tweaked version of what will happen to the fellow victim from the previous story. Only this time, its from the OTHER soon to be-surfer's perspective. As such, the story starts off with his perspective. Seran, being called here by his friend, Baikoha, via text.

Dude you've gotta check this out!

I'm having a blast with Swimming! Coach wants you to tag along!

Bring your goggles along too man!

Obviously, knowing his friend, its totally odd that he would post a message like that. Baikoha didn't want to attend Sports Week much less enjoy those "swimming lessons". Not to mention he actually complained about it yesterday at his dorm...

Seran walked towards the open pool, letting his really long brown hair down as he gazed over the line of participants for this year's "Jockification Week", or so what people described. 'They turned guys and girls into jocks, full of school spirit and cocky bravado!' was apparently what some people described what happened to their friends...how farfetched, well, aside the fact that even his own friend posted that weird message back to him.

The invited-teen peered over for his friend for a few moments, unable to find him. Probably already in the pool by then, Seran assumed, scratching his growing beard down below his lip. The thin-lanky man has to be at the beach in about an hour from now, skipping out an hour's worth of sleep to originally bail with him so they could dodge sports week together, though his friend's apparent change of heart as shown in his message...it was weird, really weird.

Probably at this moment, Seran's mind wondered even more about those Jockification rumors he'd heard from the other newbies. "What if they were true?" Was the first stereotypical soon-to-be-victim thought anyone would have. He recalled the goggles he and his friend discussed yesterday, him being the lucky person that received a limited edition "Marlon & Brawly branded goggles." To his surprise, the other pair was inside the gift box that was laid in his doorstep this very morning!

To be honest, it looks awfully strange, with shiny plastic lenses and their sides being being labelled with the numbers 1-2-3-4-5. Coloured completely black with shiny orange lenses. He wanted to go and tell his friend about this too, though it'd be better just to surprise him. Right?- SPLASH!-Wow some douchebag splashed water on him---SHONE!--"WHA--?"

He sensed the sides of the goggles glowing, sending pulsating charges to the lenses as they glowed a bright orange, shining brightly as though its a conjoined process. Glowing and overwhelmings strongly on the inside of the lens, past the helpless victim's past through the corners of his brain, touching the commands and subjects that make a person-them.

"ARGH! My eyes--huh?" Like an enormous tidal wave that's about to wash over a helpless surfer, he felt like his body became paralyzed in a millisecond, as though he was no more in control. HANG TEN! Was the signal the flashed in his brain, the only thing he could focus on the inside whilst observing the pool's water dripping down from his skin--?

Brawler's Stance!

His thought shifted momentarily, the number 5 engraved on the side of the goggles faded away as this happened. His fists clenched, as his body brought itself to an iconic fighting position, one that's familiar in a game remake. With feet firmly rooted to the ground, squats strongly standing apart and fists brought close to his chest.

SOMEBODY HELP ME! He thought loudly to himself, unable to open his mouth aside forming a huge cocky-like smile that was unlike him, eye brows furrowed oddly , if anyone took notice of him, he would look like a mix of an odd statue and a young man looking for a fight. Although...he didn't fit the part of a fighter just yet, needing an appropriate body to support the current position he is in--

SPLASH!

"NOT AGAIN!" He shouted. The Second tide came in, as a swimming gave a powerful dive from the diving board. Drowning Seran's clothes and his chest from the inside even further. A Drenched white T-shirt and brown khaki shorts, with plain looking sandals. This certainly did not match the goggles he is current matching, and that is about to change as the number 4 faded away next.

PUMP IT UP!

WHOA! He watched his body rise up even higher with a dose of electrolytes, goggles converting pool water to salt water as it gave a dose full of a lifetime's worth of minerals to the body. Aging several years as his height went up with it, with even longer legs and arms, a body that's as tall as any other typical sportsman that can be seen in sight.

Bathed in an appropriate amount of UV rays from the sun, his body crusted into a perfect moderate-brownish Hawaiian tan, like its a result of time and dedication. With his body being at a prime at his early twenties, yet feeling really uncomfortable underneath the clothes he's currently wearing, like it wasn't his style, like he deserved something better--

WOW! The next thought came up, as he watched as his clothes physically re-materialize by themselves right before the goggles covering his very eyes-- RUBBER! Starting with the feet, as the base of the sandals dyed themselves a strong orange, and black rubber soaked itself over the top.

Escalating hugely, they grew larger than the size of his foot as they reached a decent L-size. Bottom becoming rubber like the top, with the strap too becoming part of the design and turning orange as well. Five circles appeared where the toes should be and two black rolled loops appeared at his ankles, though the whole new wet-shoes get-up barely fit him.

The same treatment can be said about the rest of the attire as it went up, clothes now barely fitting and staying on him due to the L-size of the clothes, only thanks to the tight-fitting quality of wet-attire were why they were able to still stick onto his thin bod.

With Khaki shorts morphing themselves blue with waterproof threads as they wrap loosely around his waist, sky blue boarder shorts only on due to the current "stance" he's made into. A plain generic T-shirt gaining originality as they rediscovered cool typical sports patterns sufficing from his chest and trailing from on shoulder to another.

Those patterns turned a familiar pure orange as the rest of the shirt turned into a sporty black. Bringing out a cool and manly side out of the wearer. The sportier shirt hugged tightly to his skin as they turned into a waterproof-skin tight fabric, seemingly rubberized. A loop suffices around the top of his shirt, below his neck and similar to the ones of his wet-shoes.

With that being said, the last changes formed at his fists as the surfer influence touched his hands. Black covering his fists as they turned into orange at the top, with the same loop down at his wrists. Forming Brawler-like slash Surfer wet gloves for those who enjoy diving into the ocean from time to time, and with the current status of his body, it seemed as they just enjoyed anything water sports related, especially surfing--

SPLASH!!!!

"DUDE! THIS IS NOT COOL BRAH---?!" The man complained, vocabulary "Oh man! I haven't even bulked up yet---!" He realized that, with it being the next stage as the number 3 faded too.

IT'S WORKOUT TIME!

His brain thought, feeling his fists clenching even harder as veins bulge toughly from his arms. Watching them firm up as they do their years of training hard, growing to a sizable size as those knuckles nicely fit the gloves like a proud brawler.

The power and energy moved up to his shoulders, expanding them wide and steady as a result of surfing for over a decade, body posture and balance maintaining his strong figure. With a hefty lean-muscular chest supporting his front with tanned pecs and chiseled abs showing his status as a gym instructor, and a gym leader.

Legs tanking out, with calves steadying and fitting the boarder shorts like he liked it. Butt rounding and firming up, jutting out simultaneously with his feet as they filled in their entire wet-shoes. His attire completely suiting his powerful physique, like he deserved it.

"Man! This is great and all!" The soon to be hundred percent Surfer man spoke. "This like totally caused a storm of astonishment to my system! Oh man! But like..."

SPLASHHHH!

"HAHA! Wow! Again with the waves dude!" With water entering his system, cleansing his throat and tonsils, refilling the surfer lingo that he ever most desires with an attractive, chill and a totally radical voice that didn't cared much about intelligence." Gnarly Voice man...AWESOME!"

HANG TEN DUDE!

"Wicked!" An overwhelming surge of confidence and resolve shone in his face. Teeth as white and strong as a Sharpedo's, a smile evolved to a fearless confident grin. Angular Jaw being a sticker to the personality that crashes tides and oceans with his surfboard.

"I LOVE this dude! Can't get enough of it!" Hair spiking at the back, maintaining themselves like an in-bred style that suits him. Blasted away with Sky Blue like his boarder shorts, totally radical as they held spiked in place, bangs free. Facial features chilling with the breeze blowing against his forehead, ears wide open, nostrils filled with the scent of the sea, black sharp eyebrows boldly representing his self-assurance, his power, and his passion for what he does.

"And it just gets better and BETTER!"

"SPLASHHHHHHHHHH!"

"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Fully lost in the Ocean, the new man awoke. With the number 5 completely fading away, he understood the hang ten quality within him and embraced the tide. With outstretched arms voluntarily breaking past any gnarly paralysis, and a body standing tall and firm as water poured down on him.

His goggles glowed and allowing the sun rays reflecting of the pool's surface to bask him with all the thoughts that he needed. Goggles taking on their true form as they tinted themselves as pure orange shades, with black sides supporting his coolness.

"Yo! Brawly! Sup!" Marlon raised his hand. HI-FIVE "Hey Man! Totally drenched me over here! Haha!" He laughed.

Lifting up the shades, revealing two piercing light blue eyes that shredded killer waves. He understood who he is, and how couldn't he? Being the Former Gym Leader of Dewford City's Gym, churned in the rough waves while pumping in the gym and toughening up in a pitch-black cave.

Now the Captain of The University's Water Sports Group, and yet another carefree Surfer Jock who loves nothing more than being in the water, Brawly takes his stance.

With his buddy Marlon by his side, being the fierce competitors and the greatest of friends back when they met in orientation. Rooming up like the bros they are, and having being given their own special goggles together by the higher-ups as a reward for being one of the best pairs in their category. The Ocean. Though his was definitely cooler since it could transform back and forth between his trusty shades and goggles with a button at the back. How awesome is that?

With their knowledge of the ocean, surfing as well as a healthy match of Pokemon battles and tons of working out. With Marlon and Brawly taking the lead in The school's Swimming/Water Polo and Dynamic Surfers Teams respectively, The Captains of the University's Water Sports Group were unstoppable together.

"Dude! Race you to the top of the diving board." Marlon swam. "Oh yeah? Well I'm gonna wipe you down man!" Brawly jumped in and swam right after him.

The two of them made their way to the diving board.

"Hey Man! Watch this--I'm gonna make--!"

"A Bigger Splash Than The Sea!"

SPLASH!

"Dude, that's nothing. Don't forget, I'm--!"

"A Big Wave In Fighting!"

SPLASH!

#male tf #character tf #mental change #personality change #pokemon #dorm desire

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shaunamilfman · 1 year ago

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Dating Misty Quigley

pre-crash headcanons

girly is so lonely I don't think it would be all that hard to be her friend. i do think it would be hard to learn like actual things about her though

like she'd talk a lot without ever actually saying anything about herself. i think she'd be really wary of your intentions for a while

perseverance is key though, and eventually she'd warm up to you.

she'd tell you everything, and I mean everything about your teammates. if you ever wondered if Jackie had a cousin, you wouldn't wonder anymore.

she'd be really nervous to invite you over to her house for the first time. i think she'd probably still be really nervous of rejection so she'd offer to help you study or something so it seems like she's doing you a favor.

she watches you anxiously as you look around her room, but smiles at you with her entire face when you just sit down on her bed and get your textbooks out.

Misty would be down so bad for you. you are one of her precious yellowjackets and you're actually nice to her? good thing you like her back or you'd be getting the coach Ben treatment.

she'd absolutely invite you over to go swimming as an excuse to see you in your swimsuit. girl is not subtle though so you definitely notice her staring at you.

pulling her glasses off her face and playing with them while you gently tease her about being blind.

"but i can't see without my glasses". "you seem like you've already got an eye full today, Misty"

she tries to stutter out an excuse but you just laugh as you lean in to kiss her.

obnoxious matching calendars. she tried to talk you into matching outfits but you had to put your foot down somewhere.

would definitely want to celebrate the weirdest fucking anniversaries. she would get you some extravagant gift and you’ll be like “what’s this for?”. “we made eye contact for the first time 100 days ago 🥰😍🥰”

falling asleep while she's talking about bird care. "are you even listening to me?". "uh… yeah definitely Misty, I love birds."

kissing her in the middle of sentence because if you hear one more word about optimum bird cage dimensions you're gonna lose it

Misty would absolutely love to do childish things together. she would really enjoy going trick-or-treating, or egg hunting in your backyard on Easter. you’re both way too fucking old for it, but you’d have a blast. i don’t think she has ever really had friends to do that kind of stuff with, so it would make her super fucking happy to do them with you.

Misty cautiously asking if you could do her makeup before one of your dates and reenact the lesbians doing makeup meme. she’d get way too nervous with you so close to her face and would keep closing her eyes. you would keep having to remind her to keep them open. teasingly flirting with Misty while doing her makeup. gently holding her chin while you apply lipstick. (gonna be honest i don’t think yall are making it to the movie.)

you'd fall asleep holding her but she'd definitely starfish you off the bed while your sleeping. big blanket hog as well. you still love her though.

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #misty quigley x reader

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aiart-blog · 6 months ago

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school pool and uniforms

Hello there! Today, I'd like to introduce you to our school's pool!

Actually, our school pool has beach chairs exclusively for the teachers. And, believe it or not, the swim coach lounges on one of those beach chairs in a boomerang.

Let me say that again.

The swim coach lounges on a beach chair in a boomerang. Sitting there, proudly showing off in a boomerang. Reclining in the beach chair, all proud and in a boomerang.

Got it? Listen closely, okay?

On the beach chair, showing off, our coach is lounging in a boomerang. The female students are all fixated on the boomerang. Reclining makes the boomerang stand out even more. With chiseled muscles, everything is prominent in the boomerang.

That’s our school pool, but I've never been in it myself. I hate swimming classes.

Well, that’s about it.

For you boomerang enthusiasts, here's a special gift: a "boomerang that can withstand even the most prominent display"!

#ai #aibeauty #ai edit #ai girls #ai women #ai art #ai girl #ai asian #ai art generator #ai artwork

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random-french-girl · 2 years ago

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Hey @jimalim... I know it's been FOREVER but I have not forgotten about this, and I happen to have some time today, so, here are a few thoughts:

I think the first few days, maybe the first week, they don't do anything apart from figuring out their new life (finding the apartment and getting a job and working on their cover story and waiting for news or orders from the OCS and planning out Ava's training). But as they get settled, I love the idea of the two of them finding... not quite hobbies, but small activities to do in their downtime, that they enjoy?

a) Ava takes swimming lessons at the public pool, and when the class ends she keeps going to the pool, because she finds out that she loves the water - floating makes her feel free, strangely, weightless and peaceful ; she likes the burn in her muscles when she swims laps ; and she LOVES organizing cannonball contests with all the little kids she met in swimming class, and splashing everyone, even (especially?) when it ends with Bea scolding her and then wrapping her in a huge fluffy towel and offering to dry her hair.

b) Beatrice goes to the public library at least twice a week. She stays there for an hour or so, perusing the shelves, pulling out books that she's curious about, reading in the quiet room, in one of the comfy armchairs. She also brings back books for Ava - Ava gives her very broad directions, like "i want to read about mushrooms" or "get me the most romantic story they have" (that request makes Bea unreasonably nervous), and Beatrice loves trying to find the perfect pick for Ava - she misses research! - and loves Ava's delighted reaction every time.

c) They both start going to the farmer's market that takes place every Saturday morning in the town square. Ava chats up all the vendors, learns their names and their entire family history ; she makes friends with an old shepherd selling goat cheese, and with the woman who sells honey, and always comes back with gifts, and gossip. Beatrice wanders through the fruits and vegetable stalls, internally making their weekly meal plan as she goes, and allowing the purchase of small treats (fresh strawberries, a still-warm brioche, the most beautiful tomatoes) that she pretends are only for Ava's sake, though she enjoys them just as much as Ava.

d) They take turns cooking. I know a lot of people believe that Beatrice can't cook - not me! I think she can cook very well, she has all the technical skills, and she's used to it too, since meal preparation was part of the collective life at the convent. But she doesn't take a lot of pleasure in cooking - it's just a necessary chore for her. Ava, on the other hand, LOVES cooking, because it's so new, and it reminds her of Mary, in Matteo's restaurant. She's very enthusiastic, and creative, which sometimes leads to utter disaster, and sometimes to absolute masterpieces that she is completely unable to recreate.

e) Beatrice likes to pick flowers. The alpine meadows are filled with wildflowers, this time of year, and whenever she takes Ava out for a day of training, she can't resist plucking one, maybe two, on their way back, and inhaling the scent, and brushing her fingers along the soft smooth petals, and enjoying the vibrant colors. The beauty of flowers is one of the few things she still finds easy to praise God for. She doesn't think Ava notices, because Ava is either trailing a few feet behind her, grumbling and sweaty and muttering about very unfair training coaches, or distracted by a baby cow, or, more rarely, walking quietly beside her. But Ava does notice, and one day Beatrice comes home after a day shift to find an enormous bouquet on their rickety kitchen table. Ava spent the day picking flowers for her, she explains, both obviously very proud of herself, and also visibly flustered, for some reason, and Beatrice's stomach does a weird swoopy thing that she decides to ignore, but she's smiley and warm and fond all evening, and doesn't even protest when Ava makes her watch some dreadful Swiss reality TV.

#avatrice #ava x beatrice #warrior nun #i had to limit myself actually cause i have. so many headcanons about switzerland - as we all do...#anyway. my kingdom for a drawing of ava faced with a baby cow for the first time and beatrice handling the cuteness overload poorly #jimalim

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minnaci · 2 months ago

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hello min!! this such a fun au! i am very curious, how is xiao as a streamer? or rafayel? 👀👀

HI RU!! i LOVE streamer aus i think they're so cool n fun to explore! perhaps less geared to a self insert but it's so so so fun to like! try n weave in canon elements into their streamsona nodnodnod :3

rafayel's is under the cut for length :') i got rambly on xiao's

so for xiao... he's very much like faker! before he started streaming, he'd been around in the professional gaming scene for years and is a highly respected name for his skill and razor-sharp technique. he was on a professional league team (the yakshas) and at the time, he got a lot of attention as the "baby" of the team, but in his debut play, he trounced the other team so brutally and so decisively that people started making "tiny but mighty" memes (i imagine this in the era of 2010s memes with the impact font lol).

the yakshas as a professional team disbanded due a truly awful series of tragedies that left xiao alone and without a support system. xiao took a few years out of the public eye after that, quitting the professional gaming scene, but he kept in contact with his unofficial mentor, morax (who fans saw as xiao's "big brother" in the gaming industry). when morax began to find success in streaming, he encouraged xiao to join him for a few streamed games, and his chat went crazy seeing the level at which xiao played and begged him to start streaming too, and it all spiraled from there.

xiao's audience is mostly split into two equally passionate camps: people who are there for xiao's mastery of league (this includes his ride-or-die fans from his pro days) and those who are there because they think he's very cute (some of whom get inordinately turned on by his excellent league gameplay). xiao mostly streams with morax these days, but he'll take on a coaching role in other people's streams, particularly for league. he's got a natural propensity for strategy and game mechanics, so he tends to get Pretty Good, Pretty Fast (think boxbox or sykkuno). his chat really loves him. he's very stoic and almost awkward, but it's highly endearing and sometimes the mods will let chatters get away with a little playful teasing or flirting just to see xiao get flustered.

he's a very well beloved streamer with a very strong fanbase!! his merch does super well— lots of league-themed bird plushies (particularly the champs he enjoys playing the most!) that are super cute n super round and super squishable!

RAFAYEL!!!!!! rafayel is a cozy lifestyle streamer who typically streams in the "just chatting" category. he streams himself doing his art— usually digital, because it's easier to set up, but it's not uncommon to click his stream and see him painting on a canvas. a lot of the times, he's doing commissions from his chat, but he often does charity streams where his viewers can sub or gift subs to request a little doodle of something, and he'll match their contribution and donate it to different funds. he most often donates to a local wildlife preservation nonprofit.

a lot of his viewers use him as asmr or as a body double! he tends to talk or hum to himself while he paints so a not-insignificant portion of his viewers act like he's doing boyfriend asmr roleplay, which he shamelessly leans into. as he grew in popularity (and more people started getting playful and flirty in his chat) he's done a few more talking-heavy streams that are obvious fanservice. there's a (reuploaded) video out there of rafayel attempting to actually do boyfriend asmr, but he deleted it from his channel because he felt so embarrassed :') it becomes something of an inside joke with his fans at that point. he's also teased doing an onlyfans (he is too shy to actually go through with it).

no matter what he's streaming, though, he always keeps a little layover window open to a live feed of his aquarium, so that people can watch his fish swim around if they're bored of him (his words, lol). he's pretty content with his art stream and his fish, but a few big animation studios and game studios have approached him about doing concept art for their projects... which... he is also heavily considering.

#mailmin!#xiao headcanons #rafayel headcanons #streamer au #YIPPEE THANKU FOR THE ASK RU THIS WAS SUPER FUN :3 #+xiao #+rafayel

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animalsalvationassociation · 21 days ago

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A.S.A. Octonauts Headcanons:

Pt. 5 — Dashi:

Dashi was raised in Long Beach California but was born in Molokai, Hawai’i to Erica and Pi’ilani Kona.

Her mother and father were both raised in Molokai. Later moving to California for business, but you’ll count on them visiting family every holiday season. So she was never really far from home.

Dashi has always found the water to be her safety net. Before she could even sit up her father put her on a board, teaching her the ways of the ocean the moment she opened her eyes.

She has fond memories of going to the beach and surfing with her parents. Riding the waves as if she were a part of them. They may have lived in Long Beach all her young life but Seal Beach is where she thrived.

But it wasn’t necessarily the waves, or the beautiful dock that stretched out towards the ocean. Instead it was the moments she shared with her parents. Boogie Boarding the shore line, taking on the playground nearby, walking the shopping district, getting ice cream at the nearby parlor. These were the moments she cherished most.

As she grew older she began entering competitions, carefully training under the guidance of her father. Not only did she take on surfing, but other sports as well. Volleyball, Water Polo, Kayaking, long distance swimming. If it was near the beach, she did it. Although it was hard to top her love of the surf.

She was a busy bee as young as she was but that didn’t mean she skipped out on her other interests. Dashi loved to read, spending long afternoons when the water was too cold to swim, devouring books. But of course we all know that Donna Doxie was by far her very favorite of those.

Alongside reading she found a kinship with computers. Through her computer classes at school she was introduced to an entirely different online world, and this is where she met Ryla.

You’d think they would’ve met out in the wild, but it was through a chat room that they were really able to meet and connect. Ryla was about the same age as her, maybe a little older, and she seemed to have quite the love for exploration. They became penpals, talking to each other for hours on end until the sun rose in Ryla’s world and the moon appeared in Dashi’s.

When she was about twelve years old their parents set up a way to meet in person and it was the greatest decision ever made for the pair. In the winter, when they weren’t visiting family, Dashi would travel with one of her parents to Australia to visit Ryla, or Ryla would come to her. Together they’d explore each other’s universes, taking on the culture’s and nature brought with it.

Ryla’s mum was a scientist, an explorer of caves herself. When Dashi visited, with the permission of her own guardian, the two girls would run off and find their own places to explore (with the highest safety precautions of course).

This was how Dashi found her love of photography. She wanted to capture every moment she had in Australia and that first Christmas her parents gifted her a camera of her very own.

Dashi would take hundreds of pictures, hand picking the best ones. Then when the girls visited one another she had an entire album to show off from their adventures.

Family:

Pi’ilani moved his family to California to take on his friend’s business for a few summers while he traveled. During the summer the business blossomed and when Pi’ilani’s friend returned he was so surprised by the impact that he offered Dashi’s father 50% of the company.

Pi’ilani is not only one of the owners but he oversees a lot of training for surfers and swim teams. During the school year he coaches highschool volleyball while his wife Erica runs a flower shop by the beach.

Both sides of their family live in the same area on Molokai so when her family flies over everyone gathers at one house and party for days.

Koshi was born when Dashi was about eleven. She of course takes after her sister through hobbies and personality, but she’s also a little more determined to become a detective rather than a surfing champ like her sis.

The Kona family would later adopt a young boy named Bandit (Blonde Australian Shepard). He was a shy kid, often hard to talk to after years of bad foster families. The Kona family was more than happy to welcome him into their home and give him the safe space that he clearly needed.

He lived with the Kona family for a few years, but one summer Bandit suddenly disappeared and hasn’t returned since. Dashi had just joined the Octonauts when it happened. Unfortunately because of her duties she was never able to go searching for him, she still beats herself up over it.

With so many hobbies that Dashi has, it's hard to pick one career. When she was in highschool she chose to lean into programming. Online she’s known as 5h4rkby73-83 (SharkByte-83), and has become a very well known hacker for hire. She of course never did anything malicious, more often than not it was to rewrite injustices, fight back on negative parties, or find important life saving info that had been “wiped” from the internet.

Ryla is also a part of this circle as well, including a few faceless others that have helped them fight back against scammers as well as some vicious gangs who decided to try their hand at dark web related schemes.

(Their strongest ally is a user named 5H3PH3RD-3316 (Shepherd-3316) who’s been a great help in taking down certain parties in Mexico and South America. Shepherd pops in and says hi to her every now and then although most of her online days are over, but she does check in every few months to see how everyone is doing.)

After graduating she decided to go into the government field, looking for jobs that would take her insider skills. Keeping up a front irl as a surfing icon to sway any potential stalkers online.

That’s when the A.S.A. got a hold of her and she’s been with the Octonauts ever since.

Fun Facts:

Dashi loves the color pink. (Wow I never would have guessed! – Can you taste the sarcasm??)

She never really had a favorite gup until the Octo-Agent Initiative was created (I mean it’s not a gup but still) it’s definitely the Octo-Ray

Dashi is a huge music lover, she doesn’t play any instruments but she does like to sing (especially with the captain) – Heavy metal relaxes her . . . ya’ll this is CANON I am literally crying rn 🤣

Scary Movies with Kwazii (although she definitely watches the psychological horrors without him) and Rom Coms with Barnacles (She’s got taste okay?)

She and Tweak were INSTANTLY friends. They literally saw each other and did the spiderman meme. Girls gotta stick together.

Speak of girls. Girls Night happens every Saturday at 8 on the dot. She and Tweak spend hours laughing, watching movies, making snacks, and doing each other's hair. Literally any girl’s night activity you could imagine, they’ve done it. Not because they always enjoy the activity, but it’s literally for the joke of it. (Peso sleeps in the game room whenever this happens, just so they have privacy because he's a sweetheart and doesn't want to ruin their fun by needing sleep)

(They once forced everyone to watch all the Barbie Movies with them, then compiled all the lore into a powerpoint just so they could discuss and rank every movie.Literally everyone knows the Barbie-Verse Lore and it's hilarious. Anytime someone brings up any headcanons/controversy it’s like WW3)

Codish and Tominnow were immediately added to the group, Kwazii was kinda just thrown into it (sometimes he brings Emma along).

YA’LL I NEEDED DASHI TO REACT TO BARNACLES AND PESO FINDING RYLA (hUrT????) IN THE CAVES OF SAC ACTUN! I WAS DEPRIVED FROM MY REUNION!!! I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!!!

As I have said before . . . she is best photograph

(again, not a typo)

The character development was insane.

Kwazii / Captain Barnacles ( 1 / 2 ) / Peso / Tweak / Shellington / Inkling

[ This is a Octonauts AU, in no way is this canon to the OG storyline. ]

(Can ya'll tell I might've had a few more details on where Dashi grew up than everyone else? I'm actually half Californian lol. My mom grew up in Long Beach and when I was a kid my favorite place to go was Seal Beach. I loved swimming when I was little and just being there was heaven. They had a little beach shop (that I'm pretty sure still exists) that I begged to go into every time we visited my grandparents. They had everything from jars full of dead sharks to beautiful geodes and those little pearl necklace kits (you basically opened up a can with a oyster inside and took out the pearl yourself and you wore it in a necklace)

#octonauts #octonauts story #octonauts above and beyond #octonauts the asa #octonauts redesign #octonauts redesigns #octonauts oc #octonauts dashi #dashi #dashi dog

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Olympic Swimmer!Jimin, Ex Olympic Swimmer! Reader, Swim Coach!Reader Genre: Strangers to Friends to Lovers!AU, Coach!AU, Swimming!AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, fluff, eventual smut, I'm so soft for these two it's crazy. Word Count: 11.8k+ Synopsis: After a car accident ends her athletic career, Y/N has slowly started rebuilding her life again as a high school swim coach. That’s until she gets a request from an old friend and finds herself back in the spotlight as the new coach of Olympic swimmer, Park Jimin. Warnings: Panic attack, small argument, mental health discussions, past mental health issues, past anger issues, past violence talked about, nothing super graphic, pda, they are THAT couple, super supportive friends and family, Jimin is an angel, and he likes to call reader that ;), little to no knowledge about how swimming works but i'm trying my best; more to come in official posting... Release Date: est July 5th at 6pm est

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“What do you think of the place?” He asked.

Blinking, I tried to disguise the fact that I had not been paying attention to a single thing since we walked inside. Letting my eyes wonder, I almost laughed at how accurate Jimin’s description of his house was.

Standing in his living room, I marveled at how dark everything was. Black leather sofas, a dark gray fluffy rug, a flat screen, and a black iron fireplace were the stand out pieces. There were a few family photos on the mantle and a fake potted plant beside it, but other than that it was completely barren. It was just as sad and depressing as he said it would be, but instead of feeling disappointed it only made me smile. Everything in here was his and now I was included in that.

“I love it.”

He laughed, squeezing me impossibly closer, “You don’t have to lie. I know it’s the quintessential bachelor pad.”

“I’m not lying,” I argued. “It’s perfect. Very you.”

“Even the dusty, ugly, fake Der Rose Jungkook got me as a housewarming gift?”

“Especially that,” I joked.

“Okay clown,” He laughed, pulling away from my side. “Go sit on the couch and I’ll make us some hot chocolate. Need to warm you up.”

Giving me the remote for the very large television hanging above the fireplace, Jimin promised to be back soon and left me in charge of finding something good to watch. After flicking through a few channels, I ended up settling on 21 Jump Street and ogled at Johnny Depp and Holly Robinson Peete. My dad and I used to watch the show together when I was young, and it brought me back to the few happy times that we had. I really needed to call him.

“Damn that’s a handsome man.”

I jumped, “Jesus you scared me.”

Jimin laughed, setting down two mugs on his coffee table. They were steaming hot and I decided to leave mine to cool off for a few seconds. Taking his seat next to me, Jimin was quick to throw his arm around my shoulders and pull his legs up onto the sofa.

“Get comfortable,” He said, crossing his legs. “It’s just me.”

“Yeah,” I snorted, curling my legs up next to me and placing my head on his shoulder. “That’s the problem.”

“You’re being extra flirty tonight,” He teased. “I like it.”

I chose to stay quiet and watch the show. This was one of my favorite episodes. Hanson, Hoff, and Loki go undercover to try and solve a string of drive-by shootings between a couple of gangs, and Booker is trying to investigate a dirty cop on the force. I always loved the scenes between Johnny Depp and Holly the most. They were so cute together and the chemistry was crazy even though their characters never ended up together.

Jimin started playing with my hair, his fingers gently caressing my neck before scratching my scalp. It felt amazing and I relaxed even further into his side. After that episode was over, he leaned down and put his head on top of mine. Another episode came on, this was the second part to the previous, and I let my eyes close. This was really nice. And to think I almost let it all go to shit because I could not keep myself from spiraling.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I mumbled.

“Don’t be,” He whispered back, placing a small kiss on the top of my head. “Never apologize for being upset.”

Taking a deep breath, I thought about what Hoseok had said. There was no reason to tell him anything right now, or at least, the “L” word did not need to come into conversation. Still, it felt wrong to keep him in the dark. Jimin was always willing to listen and I felt awful for lying to him earlier.

“I really like you and sometimes it scares me,” I admitted quietly. “I called Hoseok to see if he had any advice. Sorry I lied about that.”

He shook his head, “I’m not upset with you, angel. Sometimes they scare me, too.”

“Really?” I had never really thought about that before.

“Of course,” He chuckled, moving away to look down at me. I lifted my head in a rare act of bravery. “I don’t think you understand just how amazing you are.”

I smiled lazily, unable to look away from him. He looked so beautiful in this lighting. The tv on one side of his face, the darkness in the rest of the house casting a dark shadow on the rest of it. I noticed his head inching closer, eyes heavily lidded as he watched me, waiting for a reaction. Heart pounding, I did the only thing I could think of. I closed my eyes and tilted my head higher.

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