#aloha swing

[inclusivebalitour]

Aloha Swing and Ubud ATV Ride Tour

[untilthenexttee]

A Resurrection

Back in the Saddle. TeeBox Chatter: “The Golf Podcast” Has Risen From the Dead Well, I guess the heading says it all. In anticipation of my first guest(s) of 2024 coming on for a recording of “TeeBox Chatter: The Golf Podcast” I figured that it would be prudent to record a quick solo effort. Armed with a new microphone that I received for Christmas from my mother-in-law and a new recording…

[gingergari]

guess who finished talia’s ref/propaganda post!

talia is one of my oldest splat ocs (both in creation age [july 2016] and character age at 24) and honestly not much has changed about his design since i made her! the main difference is literally just some fun new piercings and a lgbt pass

@splatoonpolls :]

talia is 5’10” and the middle child in his family! he has one older sister (taller still, a firefighter named moselle) and one younger sister (ren, new ranked battler) and they all come from calamari county where they were primarily raised by their mother :]

he moved to inkopolis at 15 to get into turf + to try to meet the squid sisters since they’re from the same area! there, he met peri, and they became roommates for about a year before they started dating

talia is highly money motivated mostly because she wants to make sure ren and her mother especially can live an easy life. she also wants to do something good with her life like moselle, who she looks up to as a hero.

sooo after a couple of years turfing with peri (an e-liter main) and working part time at the crust bucket, grizzco opened and the two decided to check it out!

turns out they’re very good at it + get paid very well as a result so that quickly becomes their priority and are very consistently ranked at profreshional

talia believes he’s doing something good to help out both mr. grizz and inkadia so he’s happy

after a while, grizzco’s splatlands branch opened and the two were forcibly relocated invited to move to the splatlands to help out with egg retrieval and training, and subsequently hit eggsecutive vp with victoria and fiorello in their now complete quad

talia knows jacinthe (my agent 3) but at the moment he does not know anything about the true nature of grizzco.

talia is a very trusting person and will typically take whats in front of him at face value. as mentioned before, she’s very tall and is pretty loud/high energy, so can be unintentionally overbearing when meeting new people. he also has the worst name memory ever so will typically nickname everyone he meets to something he can easily remember (peri is a nickname! jury’s out if he remembers her actual name) such as eggs for victoria and safety for fiorello. however, talia is very afraid of being perceived as a rude person, so tries very hard to be seen as the opposite, typically with gifts. can be unexpectedly emotional—cried over clam mochi being different when homesick, whenever big man loses, etc

her favorite idol in the splatlands is big man because she feels like she relates the best to him (and often feels sorry for him). his favorite splatbands are diss pair and front roe, but feels no connection to squid squad.

splatfest wise, he will consider his favorite idol’s alignment first before his own preferences. ex. he’s terrified of ghosts but likely will be on big man’s team for splatoween

in my imagination, his tentacles are box braids in human form :]

splashtag maker 👍🏽

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — iv. you meet people twice

(wc: 780-ish…)

the sound of a telephone ringing wakes you from your slumber. 

head still buried deep in the pillows, you blindly reach for the handset and hold it up to your ear. “hello?”

“good morning, ms. sakusa! were you able to settle in all right?”

“yes, thank you,” you reply groggily, pulling the duvet closer with your free hand. still tired from the flight, you vaguely remember the golf cart ride to your lodging, the staff helping you with your luggage before bidding you goodnight, and crashing on the bed as soon as you shut the door closed. 

“i was just calling to inform you that the guest in the complimentary suite arrived last night." your eyelids flutter open at this; you remember asking the front desk a favor too. ever since kiyoomi told you that his fiancé asked a friend of his to help you with the wedding preparations, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. atsumu wouldn’t ask him, right? those in your small college circle knew how bad your relationship got—from irritated glares sent across the room to hurtful jabs disguised as jokes. they noticed how you started arriving to get-togethers separately until you eventually just stopped coming. on the day after graduation, you removed all your mutual friends from your socials and blocked him.

even so, you hoped atsumu still held some sort of friendly affection for you and be considerate enough to not ask him, but just to ease your nerves, you asked the receptionist to call and let you know when his friend arrives. 

“he arrived around an hour after you did, actually. we didn’t call in case you were already asleep.”

“that’s alright. thanks for letting me know.”

“no problem, ms. sakusa! let us know if you need anything else." the call ends with a dull beep before you finally pull yourself up to sit. you flip over your phone to check for any messages, but the image of a dead battery flashes on the screen. 

you check the clock on the nightstand; it’s 9:41 AM. figuring it’s not too early for atsumu’s friend to be awake, you plug your phone into the charger and head to the bathroom for a shower.

it’s warmer outside than in your cabin, but the refreshing summer breeze makes up for it. unlike the rain, you enjoy the soft glow of the sun on your skin and the way it almost instantly makes you feel at ease. a staff member greets you as you pass, and you smile back. it only takes you a few strides until you’re standing in front of an oak door similar to your own. you take in a small breath and tentatively knock three times. 

you wait for a bit, though you don’t hear anyone on the other side of the door. he’s probably still asleep.

you step back to leave, but the front door swings wide open. “oh, good mor—”

your words falter as you take in the disheveled man in front of you. even with the sleep still evident in his eyes and an unkempt shirt revealing just a little bit of his collarbone, you instantly recognize those narrowed green eyes staring back at you. 

“what the—”

“fuck,” suna curses, his eyes widening, “what the hell are you doing here?”

you draw in a sharp breath, “what the hell am i doing here?! what the hell are you doing here?” 

“i’m helping atsumu with his wedding.”

“i’m…” you take a moment to process his reply, then it hits you. suna is the friend who’s supposed to assist you with the wedding; at the same time, he realizes that you’re the relative atsumu was talking about. of fucking course. 

he lets out a bitter scoff as he tears his eyes away from you, immediately making your eye twitch. it takes so much of you to resist the urge to hit him right then and there.

“you’re going to turn this wedding to shit.” 

“then by all means, leave. aren't you good at that?” 

“oh, i know when it’s right to walk away.”

the glares you send one another are intense, harsh and fiery. unresolved anger and frustration from the breakup and years of not seeing each other come rushing back, leaving neither one of you willing to back down. 

you tell yourself to be the bigger person, but you simply cannot stand to look at him any longer. “stay the hell away from me, suna.” 

his eyes narrow, “ditto.”

the door slams shut just as you spin on your heels, fists clenched as you march back to your cabin. kiyoomi (and maybe atsumu) better have a damn good explanation for this because there’s no way in hell you’re working with your asshole of an ex. 

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[zoeykallus]

😍 The BB husband HC is so cute! I'd love to read a similar set but maybe like a little old lady vendor, who just assumes they're a couple, hints that it won't be long before they're hearing the pitter patter of little feet? They're so sweet and funny about just the idea of being the readers husband, the idea that they could be making babies with her might make them explode 😂

Thanks for all the brilliant HCs 💚

Aloha!

Thanks, love to read that! It was fun writing them, too. Now I do like this idea, let me see what I can do with that 😊

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Husband And Daddy?

Warnings: Mostly Fluffy/Partly Slightly Suggestive/Pre Relationship

Initial Situation:

At a fruit and vegetable market on Batuu with tons of open-air stalls, you are approached by an elderly lady, a trader selling tea herbs.

"You two are such a beautiful couple, I bet it's only a matter of time before you hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet"

Hunter

Hunter is chewing on the piece of apple he has in his mouth. You bought some fruit from a stall earlier. He smiles a little stupidly, politely, but doesn't immediately understand what is being said. It takes him a moment to put the words into context.

The moment he realizes what the old lady has just said, his eyes widen, and he chokes on the apple, a piece getting stuck in his throat.

"Hunter?" you ask worriedly and pat him on the back.

He suddenly coughs up the piece of apple and onto the floor, clears his throat and gasps for air. He adjusts his hair and bandana just to keep his nervous fingers occupied.

The older lady giggles and says conspiratorially to you, "Maybe you'd better find someone with better survival skills, you want to pass on the best genes"

Hunter clears his throat and says downright indignantly, "If anyone has survival skills, it's me"

The older lady grins, her laugh lines clearly visible around her eyes as she says, "He certainly has good ears"

As you continue walking, you say with amusement, "That almost sounded like you were applying to be the father of my children"

Hunter blinks several times, laughs nervously and finally says, "Um, well, I just wanted to make it clear that I do have my qualities"

You grin and say, "I know," and give him a kiss on the cheek that makes his ears flush.

Echo

He stares at the elderly lady for quite a while without blinking, Echo doesn't dare to look at you.

The old lady says to him bemusedly, "You have to blink now and again, otherwise your eyes will dry out"

Echo blinks several times, clears his throat, then his gaze swings briefly in your direction. When he sees your smile, his cheeks and ears heat up. He scratches the back of his head nervously with the scomp link and looks at the teas on the old lady's stand.

The lady laughs softly, "So shy?"

Echo clears his throat and says quietly, "We're not even a couple yet"

"Not yet," the lady emphasizes with a broad grin.

Echo's gaze quickly flits over to you again, and he sees you biting your lower lip with a grin.

He grins too and says, "'Yet'"

When your eyes meet, you both grin like idiots in love.

The older lady laughs again, "You two are so clearly into each other"

Echo clears his throat, straightens up, straightens his shoulders and says with a grin, "Maybe so, but the little feet thing can wait a little longer"

Wrecker

"Huh?"

Wrecker was only half-listening, his eyes roaming over the colorful packets of tea and his nose sniffing the various scents. His huge figure is bent over the stand. He straightens up again and looks questioningly from one to the other.

The old lady repeats her statement and after a brief hesitation, Wrecker laughs almost shyly.

"The lady and I aren't even a couple yet," he finally says with a wry grin.

"You should change that," says the old woman with conviction, "you two are a wonderful match, at least at first glance"

Wrecker looks over at you and smirks, "Yes, I think we should"

Your cheeks and ears heat up, and you can't stop grinning.

"But one thing at a time," says Wrecker, amused, and reaches out his hand towards you. You place your hand in his, a little nervously, and he gently pulls you closer to him and the stand. Then he asks the elderly lady, "What about tea for lovebirds?"

The old lady grins and points to a row of her beautifully packaged tea herbs.

"I have a few things to offer"

Tech

He seems almost a little lost without the holopad in his hand. The pad is on his belt, he has devoted his attention entirely to you and this little excursion today, and you feel really flattered. It's so rare that he lets this thing out of his hand.

Tech looks at the older lady questioningly, her statement has completely passed him by, he can't put it into any logical context.

"Well," he says matter-of-factly, "First of all, we're not a couple. Secondly, I don't understand the reference to small feet. My companion's feet aren't that small either"

You burst out laughing, but disguise it as a cough because you don't want him to think you're making fun of him.

Tech comes closer and strokes your back worriedly.

"You're not going to get sick, are you?"

You shake your head.

"No, no, it's fine"

Tech is so different with you than with other people, you've noticed, he's gentler, more caring. You're sure he likes you a lot more than he perhaps even realizes himself.

"He doesn't seem the brightest," giggles the older lady.

Tech frowns, "I understood the implication, and I can assure you, good lady, you're unlikely to meet anyone smarter than me"

"And a little arrogant"

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock and looks from one to the other, panicking that he may have made the wrong impression on you too. But you give him a warm, infectious smile that makes him feel like he's melting.

"She was talking about children," you say softly.

"Children?… Oh, I see," Tech says and swallows.

He suddenly looks very nervous.

"To have children you have to be intimate first and we're not"

"Not yet," you say quietly.

His head jerks in your direction, surprised, startled, curious.

You slowly move away from the stand as you talk, and the old lady looks after you, shaking her head.

"You'd be interested in a more intimate relationship with me?" Tech asks matter-of-factly, though there is a small, nervous tremor in his voice.

When you smile at him again, a storm of emotions is released inside him, but he remains calm on the outside. Your small, quiet "yes" sends his pulse racing and conjures up a smile on his lips.

Crosshair

Crosshair just frowns, looks at the older lady, then at you and sees you shrug your shoulders. He doesn't really know how to react to the statement. For now, he remains calm.

His gaze wanders over the teas.

"This one," says the lady, holding it out to Crosshair, "You could buy it for your wife, it helps to prepare her for conception and has an aphrodisiac effect."

Crosshair smiles, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and the old lady again.

Finally, he says, "Children are not my thing. But the process that precedes the whole thing is"

You blink several times and listen intently as Crosshair talks to the old lady. You are so fascinated by the scene, his demeanor, that you just watch in silence.

The elderly lady giggles and shows him a few other teas and says conspiratorially, "These all have an aphrodisiac and libido-enhancing effect"

"Perfect," says Crosshair with a dirty little grin and has three different varieties wrapped up.

With the paper bag of teas under his left arm, he invitingly holds out his right arm to you. You hook onto him, almost hypnotized, and look up at him.

"How about it? You and me tonight, and a whole lot of tea?"

You blink and feel yourself getting hot. A wide smile creeps onto your face.

Crosshair smirks and says, "That looks like a 'yes'"

You nod and say, "This could be interesting"

Crosshair says smugly, "I promise you it will be"

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[one-vivid-judgment]

Hi hi! An aquarium date h/cs with Joongi and Tomi pls! Thx! <3

My baby boy and my wife whom I love dearly 💙💙 (and want to see get destroyed in a sexy way)

Joongi Han

- He probably has never been to an aquarium himself. Only ever seen it in movies and thought it looked pretty, but never actually gone to one because work always comes first. He doesn't even take that many days off to begin with. 

- His face visibly lights up when you ask if he wants to come to the aquarium with you. "Oh, of course, I'd love to" he says, but you can tell he is vibrating from excitement when you hand him the ticket. 

- Get ready for him to start infodumping if he sees a fish he has eaten before. He can go on and on about nutritional value and health benefits for hours if you let him, and even if he has never eaten a specific kind, he can always start speculating. You'll have to beg him not to ask for clownfish next time he goes to the fish market. That is NOT food, Joongi. 

- Absolutely fascinated by the sea creatures. He never had a proper childhood, never did any activities like this ever and only really started doing fun things when he met Kasuga. Needless to say, he LOVES it. Expect him to ask to come to the aquarium again. He probably loves the dolphins—they are beautiful, but also very fucking unhinged. Sounds like someone you know, actually. 

Eric Tomizawa

- He knows his way around Hawaii like the back of his hand, so you bet he knows an aquarium or two. He used to go with Marie all the time, since she loved it so much, but to be honest, he always paid more attention to her reactions than he did the animals, the lovesick fool. 

- It doesn't go any differently with you, honestly. He knows he is supposed to be watching the jellyfish show, but he'd always end up looking at you instead. You're so fascinated by the little guys, and really, if he wants to see jellyfish, he can swing by Aloha Beach whenever, so why not get his fill of your beautiful face? 

- The type to get super offended if you point at a random fish and say "This you". Like, okay, a putterfish is cute, kinda? But also, just why? Does he have bug eyes too? Or is it the 'small but deadly' part? Then again, he's probably gonna join in on the "Hey, this fish looks like someone we know" game. That orca is Yamai, that clownfish is Ichiban. You? An angelfish. But only after jokingly saying you were an aggressive ass piranha. 

- Take him to an animal encounter experience and feed penguins or stingrays. He'd be extra cautious at first, because hey, it won't kill him but that stingray over there may not like his face, and that could get dangerous. After that though? He has the time of his life. Those little guys are so cute. You still have a pic you took without Tomi knowing of him petting a penguin with the biggest grin on his face.

[gecko-plushie]

You walk out of the health food store with your breakfast burrito, it has cinder rocks in it and the tortilla is horribly burned and made out of a flour you can't describe, it cost $10 and is a little smaller than your hand. Outside the store is where you see her. She's holding papers in her paws. You try to avoid eye contact but she locks on to you like a rabbit in the snow. "Aloha!!" she says as she approaches you. "I'm collecting signatures for my petition to ban vaccinations for keiki"

You politely wave your paw, no thank you. "Just take a flyer! Think about it, there's a QR code at the bottom that will take you to my website!" She pushes it into your paws like a bullet from a gun. "My given name is Lisa but I changed it to Leilani when I moved to the islands"

You try to explain that you have a headache and get into your Animal Jam Red Sports Car but she physically blocks the door. "A Headache?" she reaches into her fur. she pulls out a small vial. It is a DoTERRA Lavender Essential Oil bottle. "I sell these, they're great for headache! This one is $80." You jump on top of the car and swing inside through the passenger side door but she is already sitting inside your car. "I noticed you bought carrots, do you know how much sugar is in carrots?" she starts the car. You don't know how she got your keys. She hands you a brownie made from butternut squash, sesame seeds, cashews and DoTERRA Hawaiian Sandalwood Essential Oil.

She explains that yesterday she had to call the cops because a family tried to come to the park near her house at 6:30 when the park closes at 6:00, although she thinks the police still discriminate against her for being being an arctic wolf. She hit everyone at her subdivision board meeting with her car last week and got banned from the facebook group so she's started a new one. She has her lawyer at the top of her contacts list. She wants to put a fence around the park to stop people from picking up the liliko'i that falls on the ground. She's worried that her neighbor's chickens are going to bring down the value of her 5 vacation rentals.

"Have you heard of Crypto?"

[elvis1970s]

On November 15th, 1972, Elvis played the 15 000 seat Long Beach Civic Arena, for the second of two nights. The show was captured in an audience recording.

The Long Beach Press-Telegram;

"…He’s the King and even if he seemed a little bored with the audience; his routines trite, painfully coached and contrived, he was still good. Gone is the sneer. Gone, the gyrating hips - tucked neatly into a girdle cinch which he wore underneath a white jumpsuit with the silver studs and garish gold belt. Gone, too, is his wife. And Wednesday night, the King seemed a little bit melancholy, a little preoccupied with his own problems to really get into a dialogue with the audience… His voice is mature - grown rich with life. His smile is warm and magical…"

The Valley News;

"…Elvis Presley managed to present an inspiring performance last week at the Long Beach Arena despite lacklustre supporting acts and a distracting hard sell of his posters and records before the show and during intermission. He thrilled the 15,000-sell-out crowd with many of his early hits along with a few more recent songs… Elvis used everything in his bag of tricks including wildly swinging hips, exaggerated vocal style and even tossing several of his scarfs to the crowd. Still, despite the dramatics, Presley has a rock-gospel voice that can't be beat by any current singer. His showmanship only adds to the entertainment, helping to make Elvis concerts more than just a musical treat…Overall, Presley's portion of the show was quite enjoyable and was good enough to overcome the weakness of the concert package as a whole…"

Marty Pasetta, an accomplished maker of entertainment and variety programmes for television, assigned by NBC to produce and direct the upcoming satellite TV special to be known as Aloha From Hawaii, was in town to get a feel for the performance before actually meeting with Elvis to discuss some set design and production matters. Pasetta found the concert musically strong but visually boring, not conducive to exciting television, that Elvis needed to move more on stage ('He stood there like a lump', Pasetta said in a later interview), and lose a little weight before the broadcast.

Having argued with a predictably belligerent Colonel Parker, Pasetta nervously presented his proposed stage and lighting designs during a slightly bizarre meeting with Elvis and some members of the Memphis Mafia, who wore sunglasses indoors and who prominently displayed their handguns. When Pasetta directly broached the tricky subject of Elvis’ weight, the excruciating tension dissolved into Elvis’ laughter, and a promise that he would do everything Pasetta asked of him to ‘make super magic for the tube, together’.

The tour concluded with three sold out shows at the Honolulu International Centre, Hawaii, on November 17th and 18th, where more details of the upcoming satellite show would be revealed. Elvis played just two more shows at the Long Beach Arena, with matinee and evening performances on April 25th, 1976.

(Tour information and reviews thanks to www.elvisconcerts.com)

[animalcrossingshowdown]

Best K.K. Song Round 1 Results:

Reminder that this is a DOUBLE ELIMINATION tournament, which means a song must lose twice to get knocked out. No songs have been eliminated yet except for Lullaby, because it lost to both Marine Song and Farewell in a three way poll. Tomorrow will be round 1 of the secondary bracket, which will be match ups between all the songs that lost this past round. The losers of the secondary bracket WILL be eliminated and sent to the worst K.K. song bracket, while the winners will still have a chance to be declared the best K.K. song.

numbers below the cut

Animal City 86.5% / Mr. K.K. 13.5%

Spring Blossoms 81.5% / Fugue 18.5%

Disco 79.9% / Pondering 20.1%

Drivin' 79.1% / Safari 20.9%

Condor 78.9% / Oasis 21.1%

Two Days Ago 73.5% / Samba 26.5%

Steppe 71.5% / To the Edge 28.5%

D&B 71.3% / King K.K. 28.7%

Surfin' 71.1% / Dixie 28.9%

Salsa 71% / Khoomei 29%

Bubblegum 70.2% / Technopop 29.8%

Metal 69.1% / Swing 30.9%

Robot Synth 69% / Sonata 31%

Cruisin' 68.8% / Jazz 31.2%

Chillwave 67.5% / Aria 32.5%

Gumbo 67.1% / Reggae 32.9%

Bossa 66.6% / Waltz 33.4%

Stale Cupcakes 66.4% / Soul 33.6%

My Place 66% / Mariachi 34%

Ragtime 65.8% / Mountain Song 34.2%

Go K.K. Rider 65.2% / Chorinho 34.8%

Stroll 64.8% / Slack-key 35.2%

Wandering 64.6% / Blues 35.4%

Groove 64.5% / Bazaar 35.5%

Agent K.K. 63.6% / Parade 36.4%

Jongara 63.3% / Flamenco 36.7%

Love Song 63.2% / Soulful 36.8%

Space 63.1% / Milonga 36.9%

Steep Hill 62.9% / Hypno 37.1%

DJ K.K. 62.2% / The K. Funk 37.8%

Rockin' 61.6% / Ballad 38.4%

Fusion 60.3% / Moody 39.7%

Neapolitan 59.7% / Rally 40.3%

House 58.7% / Bashment 41.3%

Lament 57.9% / Folk 42.1%

Only Me 57.7% / Hop 42.3%

Break 57.3% / I Love You 42.7%

Tango 56.9% / Adventure 43.1%

Western 56.8% / Étude 43.2%

Dub 56.1% / Casbah 43.9%

Rockabilly 54.4% / Mambo 45.6%

Lovers 54.4% / Lucky K.K. 45.6%

Faire 53.4% / Calypso 46.6%

March 52.6% / K.K. Song 47.4%

Isalnd 52.3% / Imperial 47.7%

Rock 52% / Comrade 48%

Welcome Horizons 51.5% / Café 48.5%

Polka 51.4% / Marathon 48.6%

Chorale 51.3% / Country 48.7%

Dirge 50.9% / Birthday 49.1%

Synth 50.6% / Aloha K.K. 49.4%

Forest Life 50% / Ska 50% (less than 0.1% in Forest Life's favour)

Three way poll:

Marine Song 2001 47.2% / Farewell 27.3% / Lullaby 25.5%

[pain-suffering-even]

various headcanons that i forgot aren't actually canon pt. 2

the americans (thomas, christopher, and laura), plus china (zhigang) and germany (lennart)

Thomas, Christopher, and Laura are childhood/middle school friends

Laura would always bring home stray cats and dogs

Lennart and Thomas become friends when Lennart asks for help with an S rank gate that spawned in Germany

Lennart isn't super close with Christopher, since him and Thomas tend to swing between being best friends or mortal enemies every week, but Lennart thinks he's nice

Christopher visits Europe a lot, since he's partially retired, so they get closer then as Lennart shows him around

Zhigang is usually too busy to hangout with Thomas or Christopher, but whenever the Annual Guild Conference is around, they tend to dedicate that week to hanging out

Christopher hates any mention of Kamish. Thomas doesn't care and thinks Christopher needs to get over himself. Hence their strained relationship

Zhigang is most definitely traumatized but works too hard to notice

Lennart wasn't part of Kamish, but did participate in the cleanup team. That's where he first met Zhigang and Christopher. Thomas was too busy recovering, so he never got to meet him

Hwang Dongsu gets on Laura's nerves, but Thomas usually steps in if he's eyeing her a little too creepily that day

After becoming friends, the group decided to attend the Annual Guild Conference dressed up with a theme. They've done pink (Barbie-esque), Aloha Shirts (wonder who came up with that one), emo/punk/goth, and the latest, Disney Princesses (Lennart loves Disney movies). There isn't much anyone can do to stop them. Even Laura participates

Thomas disregards a lot of his guild leader duties to steal Christopher and Laura and go on roadtrips. Sometimes, they go visit Europe to see Lennart

Zhigang basically never leaves China, being a hardcore workaholic, so they always have to plan to go see them on their birthday and for the holidays, etc

Thomas has a custom aloha shirt, except it's made to withstand S rank attacks. He used the Scavenger Guild budget money on it. As a tax write off. Laura wishes she could be mad but she's impressed he thought of such a thing

Christopher is scarred from Kamish due to seeing Thomas almost die from tanking attack after attack for him. He almost died. It sparks an argument, where Christopher leaves the Scavenger Guild, and their frenemies relationship begins

Once, Thomas sneaks up on Christopher and scares the ever loving shit out of him. Christopher accidentally sets the room on fire and sets off the fire alarm and emergency sprinklers. The entire building has to be evacuated

Thomas does the same thing (sneaking up on someone) to Lennart and his screech is priceless

They joke about putting a bell on Thomas, like they do with cats, just to be aware of where they are in the room. Laura is really, seriously considering it, because despite Thomas being 10 feet tall and built like a fridge, he can be quiet when he wants to be

Lennart casually mentions he has four sisters, and his first job was being a hairdresser in his village in Germany. This leads to him finally dealing with the mess that is Thomas' curly and knotted up hair

Zhigang got into university on a baseball scholarship, before all the awakenings happened. This is why they tend to swing their sword... like a baseball bat. And instinctively swing whenever they see an object flying at them. Thomas has recreated the game fruit ninja in real life using this information

Lennart started learning Chinese, because despite him knowing about three other languages, Chinese isn't one of them. This leads to the two of them having conversations that Thomas can't listen to, and it drives him insane (it's usually Lennart complimenting Zhigang, and then Zhigang compliments Lennart, etc etc)

Laura threatens to retire early whenever Thomas gets on her nerves a little too much and it always worries the entire Scavenger Guild, because she's kind of the only reason they're functioning. Thomas would solo too many gates on his own if it weren't for her

Lennart is one of the most put-together and polite hunters out there, but even he struggles not decking Dongsu in the face when he drops casual comments about his and Laura's physique in front of his face

Thomas has a lot of other S rankers in his guild from various other countries. He isn't very well liked, since he's "stolen" so many of them, like with Dongsu, but he doesn't mind (the trend started after Christopher left, when he no longer had a vice, or a sparring partner that could withstand his attacks. He's looking for a replacement, in a way, but it never feels right)

[highlordofkrypton]

the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 4

The role of a big brother is veeeeery important—it is the importantest, Arthur would say. 

At night, when his baby brother cries, Arthur is always the first one in the room, climbing into his crib to rub his back soothingly and humming ‘Aloha Oe ’, a lullaby his father had sung to him when he was Orm’s age. In the day, he would practice picking Orm up and when that didn’t work, he would let his brother lay on him and listen to his heartbeat. Orm always gets quiet when he can lay against Arthur.

He wakes up this morning, bleary eyed and rubbing his face. He holds the banister on the way down, taking one step at a time very carefully. Tom Curry has never been good about baby proofing; children will learn their own way, and he always kept Arthur at his side until he was sure the boy could prove he could go down and up the stairs safely. 

“Papa,” he calls, worried. His hair is a mess, each curl fighting to go in its own happy direction, a perfect mirror of Arthur’s sleep-starfishing. “Orm is not in his bed.” There’s a wibble to his tone, along with the mispronunciation of his brother’s name. Orm is a strange syllable for a boy of five, so it sounds a lot more than ‘Ohm’.

“Mhm,” Tom agrees. “He’s right here.”

Arthur blinks the sleep away and he lights up. Orm is here! He’s right here! Through his mother, he’s come to think that his brother being anywhere but his nursery is a bad thing—a terrible, horrible thing that he should be upset about. For the first few days of her arrival, she would not leave his side and her voice hitch frantically whenever his papa would move his brother without telling her. 

(She was asleep, they were trying not to disturb her.)

“Orm!” Arthur shouts, going down the stairs even faster . He uses both hands to descend and turns his body sideways in hopes of achieving more speed. Then, he runs over to the high chair to greet his favourite brother in the whole wide world. “Hi, baby!”

 Surface sounds still make Orm flinch, but he’s a lot easier to soothe once he’s startled. When it’s Arthur’s voice, Orm doesn’t seem to mind at all. He coos in excitement, smacking his little hands on the tray, making all the goldfish crackers jump and that seems to amuse him, too. He leans into Arthur’s touch when his brother caresses his head and gargles his approval. When Arthur steals a fishie, he laughs and watches eagerly, waiting for Arthur to eat another one. The ‘ cronch, cronch, cronch’ makes him so happy.

“What’s for brekkie, Art?”

Arthur slides into his chair, peering over the table that feels a little too high for him. 

“Um,” he ponders, glancing at his brother’s crackers. “Cereal!”

He swings his feet, then scooches off the chair again. Growing babies need to keep learning. Tom has always emphasized the importance of learning something new every day, or practicing the things he already knows. He asks for a fork, then carefully brings it over to the kitchen table. He climbs back up into his chair and holds the fork up. 

“Uncle Noody is gonna come show you this,” Arthur explains. “But a really, really big one.”

A couple of months after Atlanna’s disappearance, a man had appeared out of the sea. He had introduced himself as Nuidis Vulko, a close friend of Arthur’s mother. The name had been too difficult for an even younger Arthur to pronounce, and as such, ‘Uncle Noody’ was born. Now that he’s older, the name sticks, mostly because it gets a laugh out of his father every time. 

“He’s gonna do the swish and the woosh, and the taka-taka-taka.” The fork is twisted and turned in a pale imitation of Vulko’s prowess with a trident. “And then, and then, he’s gonna show you how to do it too! When you’re big like me!” Arthur hasn’t quite mastered the art of balancing his trident, but he will, especially now that his brother will be watching!

The cereal bowl is placed before him and he holds his fork in one hand while spooning his food in the other. Orm reaches out, his tiny little fingers trying to grab at him. Arthur scoops up milk and sends the ‘airplane’ towards his brother.

“Open up, Ormie!”

“That’s too much sugar for the baby.”

“Is milk. Babies like milk.”

“I’ll heat up a bottle and you can feed him, but no cereal milk.”

“Okay,” Arthur agrees, but as soon as his father’s back is turned, he promises to sneak Orm some of the good stuff. Not today, but soon . (If he remembers, the attention span of a child often wanes and there are just too many things to show his brother.

“Papa?”

“Hmm?”

“Where’s mama?”

“She’s not feeling well today.” Tom’s voice carries a hint of caution. He hasn’t been able to explain what’s wrong with Atlanna aside from saying that she’s ‘sad’, but her sorrow is as deep as the sea itself, and it will take her time to heal from everything she has experienced. Arthur is a good boy; he doesn’t question his father more than that.

“Are we going to do brekkie in bed again?” Since his mama won’t leave her bed—because she needs rest to feel better—he will carry up her tray of food while his papa carries Orm and the orange juice. He isn’t strong enough to carry his brother who seems to be getting bigger by the day, but he’s happy that they’re all together when they have breakfast in bed.

“Yup, got the tray ready.”

“Can Ormie pick the flower today?”

“Mhm, when you’re done your cereal.”

Arthur eats his cereal so quickly he chokes on the milk and Tom has to smack him on the back to help him breathe.

“Slow down, kiddo. We’re not going anywhere without you.”

“Done!” He says, immediately after he finishes slurping every drop from his bowl. 

Jumping out of his chair, he leads the way outside where the flowers grow. Arthur points out the white sea campions that reminded him of his mother’s armour and the vibrant red daylilies with yellow hearts. He watches Orm carefully, knowing exactly which flower his brother wants—a talent Tom has yet to acquire. (Sometimes, Tom thinks Arthur is making it up, but he trusts his son nevertheless.) 

Together, they clip a single daylily and place it on Atlanna’s breakfast tray.

Step by step, Arthur climbs the stairs and his father flanks him with baby Orm in his arms to make sure his son’s alright carrying the food. Tom knocks softly on the bedroom door—the one he shares with Atlanna—before opening it. The three of them creep into the room quietly, sliding the tray onto Tom’s side of the bed along as laying Orm down. On some days, Atlanna welcomes them lethargically. On other days like today, she keeps her back turned to them and keeps sleeping.

Arthur climbs onto the bed, very gently, and kisses his mama’s temple.

“Love you, mama.”

[siremasterlawrence]

From Boss To Toy

“Do you have my schedule and itinerary?”

“Yes boss! Take a look these first.”

“Lawrence…if you don’t”

“What I am fired”

“Fine! I’ll play the tape “

“Don’t you dare touch my”

“Oh! Shut up !”

“Zzzzzzzzzzz”

“F-U-C-K”

“You will listen to me”

“I will listen to you “

“Now sit your ass and do as I say bitch”

“You will address me as Master”

“Master Lawrence”

“You are no aloha male “

“Your body means nothing “

“I don’t care about you who are”

“What you look like “

“Rise up to your feet “

“Hands together “

“You shall not over come”

“You will submit and succumb”

“I can see your eyes roll back”

“Closing back”

“Body gives in “

“Falling back on to the chair”

“Hitting it hard “

“Hahaha”

“Asshole “

“Legs widen”

“Body collapses in to the chair “

“Head on the chair “

“Falling to the side “

“Swinging up and down “

“My voice only matters”

“I am your life “

“In to your inner mind at three “

“You are mindless “

“A empty void”

“Standing up the elevator opens “

“Walk on to the lift”

“Door closes forever”

“The buttons light up “

“As the numbers fly back “

“Countdown with me”

“Ten floors “

“1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10”

“Yes! Master Lawrence!”

“I love you “

“You love me”

“I am your life line”

“You exist for me”

“I am your world “

“Admit and refuse your old self “

I sit down next to him placing my hand on his waist turning him to face me with these deep soul less eyes.

I kiss him slowly starting to lose his body in different ways to serve me only me your one true king.

I kiss his lips melting in to his body touch his skin up and down feeling his body upward and downward.

He stood up at my command smelling all of his intoxicating scent then devising a real plan.

I slam my fist in to the table pointing toward the communication device for him tap the button.

The communication device comes on for him it’s a signal I instruct him to tell his staff not to bother him.

The door closes hard behind me as he spun finally smiling at me as instructed him to fall for me.

Laying on his knees he grabs my waist in his hand kissing me slowly as he wraps his sexy palms on it.

His hands slip on to the belt he undoes it in one second it is in hand throwing it to the floor.

Sitting on my couch he crawls behind me as he grabs my legs then start to rubbing them harshly.

He has a smirk on his mindless face I could not be happier taking a remote control from my table.

The remote clicks over my shoulder as it is switching on the television flips on once more.

His eyes instantly focus on it I crack up at this seen digging my hand under his suit jacket.

Moving his hands to the side I take off his suit jacket forcing him to inhale my scent instead of his.

He follows my hands every movement with my hands and fingers removing my jacket and opening my clothes.

Using my fingers on his chin I move him a bit closer till he is digging in to my nose he took a deep sniff.

He inhales all of my scent with a strong hot whiff for both of my arm pits then he begins to lick it.

His tongue is so sensitive his nerves are wild sending erogenous electrical senses to his cock going full mass.

He moans deeply with pain and pleasure in through the roof he howls deeply scaring the hell.

His employees shiver with the animalistic wolf like sounds breaking his sense he fell in to my arms.

“Will you serve me? Answer me”

“I am your God”

“Sir Yes Sir”

“My King! “

“My love “

“My everything “

“My desire”

“Wow!”

“Your broke me”

“I am beta”

“Damn right “

“God”

“Fuck”

“FUCK”

“Hahahaha “

“Babe”

“Babe?”

“You are mine”

“What do you want ?”

“To win you over “

“Take off the suit “

“Yes Master”

“My lover”

“Open your closet “

“I search through your closet and found these “

“They are lovely “

“Of course “

“Yes you found them”

“Are you proud me?”

“Does it matter ?”

“Very proud “

“You look fine! My man”

“Thank you Master!”

“Who?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Kneel”

“Suck me off “

“Yyyeeesss”

“Hot!”

“What is?”

“You Master”

“Do you think so?”

“Naturally “

“Only right “

“To be yours “

“To serve you “

“You are my life “

“This is my body “

“Use me like a jungle gym”

The end

[zoeykallus]

Okay, First, LOVE YOUR STORIES. THEY'RE MY FAV❣️

AND SECONDLY AFTER SEEING IMPERIAL TECH SUGGESTION OF YOURS… *squeals like a fan girl*

I’m sorry for making this dumb request (and please ignore this if you must..) But female reader accidentally seduce Imperial bad batch all of them separately! IVE SEEN IMPERIAL HUNTER, CROSSHAIR, TECH BUT NEVER SEEN ECHO OR WRECKER AS IMPERIAL BEFORE!!! *fans with a red blush*

Aloha!

THANK YOU SO MUCH❣️ :))

Not sure how you accidentally seduce a person, but I'm gonna try something....

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 1 Of 5 -

Warnings: Suggestive / Sexual Themes / Strong Language / Dirty Talk / Angst / Dub-Con / Filthy / Smut /18+

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You belong to the resistance. Unfortunately, you have fallen into the clutches of a special unit of the Empire, Clone Force 99 also known as Bad Batch. The interrogation goes completely differently than you expect, between you and the soldier who is supposed to interrogate you, a strange intense tension arises.

AC: These HCs probably don't make much sense, and mainly consist of sexual tension and spicy incidents. Summed up; these HCs portray TBB like an upside down universe, they have still some of their very own traits, but they are "evil", so to speak. Yes, I do have a very dirty mind. It's never boring in here. Probably the most extensive HCs I have written to date. It's more like Five spicy One-Shots.

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Following Parts:

Part 2 : Echo

Part 3 : Tech

Part 4 : Wrecker

Hunter

You've been sitting alone in an interrogation room for several minutes. The room is illuminated with bright, sterile-looking light. The handcuffs have been removed from you; there is no escape from this room anyway. There are certainly guards in front of the door, and the door itself is locked with a code.

You look up hastily as the door opens with a hiss. One of the men who caught you, enters, you recognize him by his armor. It's black like most of the Empire's special forces, but it's still not standard. At first sight, it looks to you as if it were made of different armors.

The man moves slowly, confidently. He moves with the confidence of a hunter who has cornered his prey, a predator that you can't escape.

He takes off his helmet, and you are surprised by the face you see under it. Masculine, prominent nose, a dark tattoo covers half of his face. His hair is a bit longer and tied back with a black bandana.

You flinch as he noisily puts the helmet down on the table with a swing. His dark gray eyes look at you piercingly. He reacts to your defiant look with a smirk that gives you goosebumps.

"You can act as much as you want, you can't fool me".

He stands up, comes around the table and bends over you from behind, his mouth close to your ear, his arms to your left and right at the table. His voice creeps under your skin as he says almost suggestively, "I hear your heartbeat, I sense your every movement, smell your fear"

His voice is deep and slightly smoky, the way he talks so calm and firm, intimidating as well as stimulating. You feel his hot breath on your ear and on your cheek. The tingling under your skin becomes more intense and the temperature in the room seems to rise.

Somewhere hidden deep inside you, you find the courage to tell him, "I'm not going to tell you anything".

You barely get the words past your lips, you feel paralyzed by his presence. But when he grabs you, pulls you out of the chair and pushes you against the wall, a startled cry escapes your lungs.

His body presses you against the wall, one of his thighs between your legs. His thigh touches the triangle between yours, only for a second, almost ghosting over it, but you feel the touch very clearly through the thin fabric of your pants.

Like a pulse, heat shoots between your thighs against your will. His strength, his self-assured presence that takes over the room, has befuddled your mind, otherwise you can't explain your body's reaction to him.

You feel moisture gathering in your panties and bite your tongue as he suddenly pauses and takes a deep breath.

He laughs softly, a beautiful, sexy and at the same time blood freezing sound.

"I can smell your arousal as well as your fear".

You swallow, actually you can't imagine it, but why else had he just taken such a deep breath and known exactly what you were feeling right now? Coincidence?

You are still paralyzed, you don't fight back, don't try to escape either. One part of you wants to feel him, the other hates you for it. When his hand starts to unbutton your blouse, you keep very still and look at his fingers as if hypnotized.

His hand lays flat on your bare breastbone, and he says, "It's throbbing as hard as it is fast."

A single, soft word passes your lips, "Please"

He looks up into your face, and you can barely withstand his piercing dark eyes.

"Please what?" he asks quietly, almost tenderly.

You don't know yourself what you wanted to say. If he should touch you, leave you alone or not hurt you. You didn't really know what to expect, all you felt was his closeness and the heat spreading inside you.

He moved his leg, rubbing his thigh, the armor plate, over your pubic. It instantly began to tingle in your pussy, more of your juice gathering in your panties and already seeping through the fabric, leaving a trail on his armor.

One of his hands clenches around the back of your neck, the other on your right hip as he continues to move his thigh, back and forth, back and forth. He takes another deep breath and growls softly.

Very suddenly, he lets go of you, and you almost topple forward as he squats in front of you and unzips your pants. You don't say a word, just watch him as he pulls the fabric down from your hips, slips them over your ankles and tosses them aside, just like your panties.

You can't believe that he is now looking directly at your naked pussy, the wet flower, the scent of which attracts him so magically. You have no idea how hungry this imperial soldier is for you right now.

Another deep breath, he sputters the breath out again. When he looks up at you, his eyes are so dark, almost black, from his dilated pupils.

Then his tongue shoots out, and he begins to lick you greedily. A hoarse gasp comes out of your mouth, automatically you open your thighs a little wider.

When he starts to drill his tongue into your pussy, you can't help but automatically grind against his face. He lets you, not bothered at all, on the contrary. As his prominent nose rubs over your swollen clit, he drills his tongue further into your moist heat, your juice running down his chin, dripping onto his chest plate. His hands grip your buns tightly, pressing you against his face. You hear him slurping again and again, taking in your arousal as if he needs it to survive.

Your thighs tremble, your swollen pearl pulses under the friction, and the feeling of his tongue darting into your hole again and again is overwhelming. But when you reach into his hair on impulse, he stops, jumps up and stares at you. His gaze is wild, different from before. He whirls you around, pressing your back against the tabletop.

With one hand on your sternum he pushes you down on the table, with the other, he loosens his codpiece and pulls the pants of his blacks down a bit. His hard length pops out behind it, thick, proud and pre-cum leaking.

He's still holding you down on the tabletop. You willingly open your legs for him. As he reaches for his cock with his free hand and rubs it over your damp folds, you moan softly, expectantly.

"You want my cock, don't you?"

With a nod, you say softly, your cheeks heated, "Yes."

"Louder," he demands.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I want your cock inside me!" you outright scream at him, ashamed, aroused, heart racing wildly.

The smile on his face isn't warm or friendly, it's knowing and deceitful.

"Then tell me where your shuttle is hidden, the shuttle that has the goods you stole from the Empire".

Your hesitation angers him. He pushes against your entrance, but doesn't penetrate you.

"Tell me, and I'll fuck you senseless, that's what you want".

You tremble on the table, from arousal, anticipation and shame. He dips his tip a tiny bit and withdraws from you again.

"Come on, tell me, we both know you want this".

When you finally tell him the coordinates, he penetrates you, long, slow and deep, stretching your little hole with his thick cock, with a deep moan. It's overwhelmingly good.

"Good girl," he coos before he starts pounding into you, making good on his promise.

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[wolfsune09]

My headcannons on the S4+ Rider!

Includes heights, piercings, scars, and extra little deets. Click for quality!

Info +extra written under the cut:

Wolf09 (me!)

☆5'2

☆They/them

☆Demi, pan, enby

☆Semi-Droopy ears

☆Neurodivergent

☆Piercings: Helix cuff, lobes x3 (each side)

☆Short hair

☆Hourglass body

Mask:

◇5'4, Slouches so he appears to be 5'3

◇(later edit after chatting with other fans) Decided that he's 5'7 and appears to be 5'4, being tall enhances how lanky he looks

◇He/they

◇Ace, Pan, enby(won't put a lot of effort into a relationship but might be willing to hang out with someone a bit more often)

◇Thin/frail/lanky build (he barely swings his roller, and I doubt he works out)

◇Droopiest ears

◇Long tentacles, can't be bothered to upkeep them, also ties them low

◇Insomniac :(

◇Rectangle body type

◇Stickers on gasmask consist of: Cyan squid, Non-binary flag, frowny face

◇Blush spreads to ears easily

◇Piercings: Industrial, cheeks

Army:

♧5'3, stands at full height

♧He/him

♧Bi, male leaning

♧OCTOLING!

♧paints his mask on while doing his daily makeup routine

♧Frowns to make eyes appear smaller

♧Keeps mouth closed when frowning to hide his teeth. May wear fake fangs if he knows he'll be on tv or something, (though his teeth aren't that sharp anyways)

♧Parents own Forge tm

♧Small waist

♧Long coattails

Aloha:

♡5'8

♡He/She/They

♡Pan, male leaning

♡Trans scars

♡Wavy, bubbly-looking(?) Tentacles, glittery too

♡FRECKLES, AND LOTS OF EM'

♡Wears tentacles mid/high up

♡Slim-ish/Athletic build

♡Ears are pointed up

♡Pear shaped body

♡Piercings: Helix, snake bites, tongue, left lobe-cuff, tragus

Rider:

□6'1

□He/him

□Gay

□Spiky hair tie (it's actually a choker that me made smaller to fit around his tentacles comfortably)

□Pointy tentacles

□SANITIZED SCARRING! Eye stayed cyan too

□Ears are half up, and pointy

□Rectangle body type

□Very strong build, it's cannon that he likes heavy weapons and c'mon he mains a gold dynamo what did you expect. Buuuut it's in his genes to be on the thinner side, so he appears to have less muscle

□Piercings: Left brow, Helix, Lobes(1R 2L)

Skull:

♤6'4

♤He/they

♤Demi, Gay

♤Hair points right up, sometimes just topples over forward and rests on his head(Avi does his hair most of the time)

♤Big hands, big feet, big everything, he's giant

♤Sharp fangs

♤Lots of intense tan lines, it's funny to see his mask slip a little and see the different tones

♤Built like a truck, like dude, he has to keep his arms in the same position for how long with such a heavy weapon???? And he can't move it one bit or he might miss?? Respect for this dude tbh

Also,,

Man wtf he's so tall. I'm fun sized.this isn't fair.