#also why does his skin tone match SO PERFECTLY

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perv | s. crosby

summary: you keep showing up at the neighborhood pool, sidney keeps taking his evening walk. he's thankful the new iphone has a great zoom-in effect.

warnings: this is pretty freaky and dirty! no smut but 18+ ONLY.

retired!sidney crosby x younger!fem reader

at the sight of a bright red bikini- he stops dead in his tracks. airpods in, sunglasses on, sweat on his chest he stops mid-stride. he's never seen her before, who is she?

every evening at 6 pm he takes a walk. he changes the route every now and then, but he still walks 3 miles. retirement has given him new chances to get out into the world in a different way. he isn't on such a tight schedule anymore, he's not too constricted with his time. he's discovered that he's really enjoyed being out in nature, not just when fishing or hunting.

anyway- he's taken this walk at least 4 times a week for the last three weeks. it's been over 80+ degrees and he's never seen her before. but she has his attention, all of it. he finds a bench to sit on in the park, keeping his airpods in and sunglasses on while he pulls out his phone.

no. no, i can't do that.

he stares at her through the dark shades, with his phone tight in his hand. watching the sun hit her skin making it shine like gold. studying how the bright red bikini looks on her body, matching her skin tone perfectly. she's sunbathing, skin shiny from sunscreen.

no- that's fucking creepy.

he checks his surroundings once, hoping nobody is watching him stare at this young girl. he doesn't even know who she is. he doesn't even know how old she is. his vision is also getting bad, he can't even tell if she's with anyone from this far away.

fuck it.

after making sure there wasn't anyone around, the faint sounds from the gated off pool just a couple hundred feet in front of him, he pulls out his phone and opens the camera. he's never done anything like this before. at first he feels gross. turns it off, but then turns it back on again after he sees the girl prop her chair up a little bit more to get more sun on her chest.

shit.

he zooms in, all the way to 16x then stops. he's got a good view of the creases in the bikini, how it curves around her body so tight and perfect. now his mind is racing- what does her skin feel like? does she smell like the cheap or expensive sunscreen? does her hair smell like chlorine or did she even get her hair wet and it's still soft?

he moves his phone up a little more, and zooms in to 19x. from this far away he sees the top of her swimsuit making dips into her breasts. and if he pays attention he can see that just barely her nipple is slightly peeking out. click.

fuck. her body is perfect, tight too. i want her in my bed, my couch, my house. i bet she feels like heaven and tastes like it too.

he nearly crawls out of his skin when she sits up and moves the back of the chair to adjust to her new position. he glares as she adjusts the straps and cups on her bikini, watching her play with her tits has him hard as a rock in these walking shorts.

i'm gonna have to sit here a while, i can't walk back home looking like this.

she picks up her book and flips it open- but she spreads her legs. she spreads her fucking legs like she's in the privacy of her own home and not out in broad daylight. he zooms a little further in, and because of the thin fabric he gets a perfect little outline of what her pussy must look like. he can see the mound, where her clit would be, where her tight little hole would be.

he almost cums in his pants when he notices the small damp spot on the fabric.

shit, i gotta leave.

he snaps a few more pictures, then he stands up. he almost faints when he sees her get up too. she packs her bag back up, stuffing inside her book, phone, towel. she puts on her shoes and starts to walk out of the gates of the barricaded area.

she's fucking walking home?

sidney contemplates for a moment. taking the longer way home, walking off this erection he has, but then decides...why not. why not walk behind her, get a good look at a perfect tight ass. with his luck she would just be a couple houses down and he would be able to walk the two more blocks before walking in his front door.

he had no luck today.

and he especially had no luck when he saw that her bikini strap was coming undone, just like he was about to. but he was a decent man- well maybe not after taking pictures of this woman he saw at the pool and decided to take inappropriate pictures- but he wasn't going to let her walk home and have her top fall off.

"'scuse me, ma'am," he said loudly as he was still a ways behind her. she stopped in her tracks turning around, giving him a kind smile. "yes?"

"i really don't want to sound like a creep- but you're swim top is untied in the back," yeah but you are a fucking creep.

her cheeks got a few shades darker and her eyes went wide, hand covering her mouth. "omg, thank you for telling me! how embarrassing- can you tie it back for me?"

you've gotta be kidding me.

"y-yeah, i can do that." she turns around and holds up her hair. he sees a tattoo on the back of her neck and he takes a small sigh of relief. at least she's over eighteen. "too tight?" he asked, pulling the thin strings. she shakes her head, and he ties the string into a bow for her.

"there ya go, should be able to get you home." she turns around and gives him a smile, holding her bag tight. he does a quick glance down to her chest, but then up to look back at her eyes. they're gorgeous. "where is home for you? i'll walk you."

she purses her lips, "oh, no you don't have to. besides it's kinda...far." he looks her up and down.

"nah, lemme walk you. it's almost dark, don't want anything to happen to you." she nervously laughs and he can tell she's uncomfortable. "i promise i'm not weird or anything," you're such a liar, "but i just want to make sure you get home safe. how old are you anyway? 18?"

something about his demeanor and his tone made her feel at ease. she felt comfortable when she saw his soft smile and hazel eyes.

"well um, don't get mad or anything, but i actually don't live in this neighborhood. my ex boyfriends family does and i still know the code to the pool," he laughs, "gotta work on my tan y'know? and i'm actually 21, i just have a baby face."

they start to walk down the sidewalk together, "let's do this- i'll walk you to my house. just around the corner, and i'll drive you home. s'that okay?"

she bites her lip and walks next to him- really closely. "yeah, that's good. um, what's your name? i'm y/n." she gives him the sweetest smile.

"sidney, nice to meet you."

in just a few short minutes they make it to sidney's house. a beautiful two story house, green lawn, and a front porch. what looks to be a home meant for a family, is a home for a single man in his early forties. he thought by now he'd have at least a wife, but he's too much of a homebody he keeps telling himself.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom, can i get you anything before we leave?" she shakes her head no before sitting on his couch. she looks around his house and it's clear just who he is.

she didn't recognize him at first, her eyes were a little hazy from being in the sun for three hours straight, and plus he's changed a bit since his playing days ended. she feels this sudden wave of confidence wash over her when he walks out.

"um, sidney, can i ask a question?" she steps closer to him, leaving her bag on the couch behind her. he perks up, humming in response putting his hands on her hips. she takes a deep breath.

"were you, taking pics of me in the park?"

immediately his cheeks turned rose red. he bites his lip, "i don't care. i know, i've got the type of body men like, but," she reaches behind her without breaking eye contact.

he feels like he's in some porno movie.

she takes her hair out of her clip, and pulling at the strings he previously tied for her, "i was wondering if you'd wanna see the real thing?" she lets the top fall off her chest and onto the floor.

fuck me.

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[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

turning up at you man’s nemesis’ front door wearing half the countryside = peak fluff

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All Mine

Momo x Reader

Words Count: 1.7k

A/N: I just wanted to write this to get rid of the idea. And also yes, I should be writing other things like the chapter of the stories i still didn't update. But here I'm, writing obscenities.

As always, I hope you have fun reading this.

You were sure that you were the luckiest person in the world, there couldn't be anyone luckier. Right in front of you you had your girlfriend with her chest pressed against the bed, her back arched at an angle that only someone with her flexibility could reach; and her ass up. Her knees were well planted on the mattress, wide apart from each other. Which was why her plump buttocks parted naturally as well, letting you clearly see her sodden vagina and her tight rear entrance. The full sight of having Momo in that position was a wonder, a delight you dare say.

"Are you going to fuck my ass, or am I going to have to go out and find someone else who does?" Momo moved her butt impatiently from side to side trying to get your attention.

"You'd love that, right?" You gave her a spank that resounded throughout the room. Despite having a very athletic body and well-toned musculature, her butt was still very soft, so the hit made her buttock tremble as if it were made of jelly. A delicious peach flavored jelly. "You'd like to go hunting and fuck as many people as you can."

"Yeah." Momo replied with a mischievous smile on his lips. "But it's still more fun when you fuck me."

“I love so much that you are a hopeless slut.” You leaned in to put your face inches from your girlfriend's crotch, from where you could smell the delicious scent of her holes. You two had been fucking for a while now, and even though she had come a couple of times, you knew that when she was in the mood for anal it wasn't over until you filled her ass. The very thought of fucking that wonderful tight asshole again was enough to make your cock throb, and when you were in front of Momo it seemed to have a life of its own.

You spread her cheeks with both hands for better access before taking a long lick from her clit, past her soaking vagina, to the puckered opening of her ass. The taste of her juices was quite a delight, nothing that even the best dessert in the world could match. You could spend hours eating her pussy, to the point that your girlfriend came so many times that she ended up with cramped legs due to spasms. But now the cavity that interested you was not that.

Your tongue swirled around her anus, licking and salivating as much as you could. Savoring even the most remote confines of her, as if you hadn't eaten for a week. If you loved the taste of her vagina, then you had to invent a new word for what you felt for the taste of her ass. It was without a doubt your favorite, and Momo loved how obsessed you were with it.

Now the tip of your tongue was entering her anus, doing all the work to dilate it as much as possible. You could hear loud moans from her, indicating that you were doing a wonderful job. But unfortunately you were aware that your saliva was not enough to lubricate such a perfect ass, if you did not want to hurt your girlfriend you had to use real lubricant. Which is why you reluctantly parted from her anus and grabbed the bottle of lube you had next to you. Then you let a thick stream fall on Momo's anus.

"Be careful, it's cold." She complained when the viscous liquid touched her skin. Without giving importance to her words, you began to spread the lubricant where you had been leaving your saliva before. Using your middle and ring fingers you made sure to drench and massage her anus, drawing circles over her wrinkled entrance. When you decided that your care, added to what your tongue did before, was enough, you put both fingers inside it. The sudden intrusion made Momo moan in surprise, and in the wave of pleasure that ran through her body.

Knowing that she could take it perfectly, you began to put your fingers in and out, fucking her ass at a steady pace. For her part, she let herself be loved and only her moans told you that you were doing well, that she was enjoying it a lot. You even dared to separate your digits a bit, wanting to maximize the pleasure she felt and dilating her entrance even more.

"I love having your fingers inside me, but that's not what I want right now." Your impatient girlfriend said between moans, urging you to fuck her in a different way.

"Always so impatient my love." You took out your fingers out making a fart noise when all that was left inside was the lube you left behind. You took a few seconds to watch her anus slowly close in the absence of your fingers, before positioning yourself to penetrate her. "Spread those buttocks for me."

"If I do, are you going to hurry?" Despite always bothering you, you know that her impatience is due to the fact that she loves you very much, and of course you couldn't love her less than she loves you. How else could you have done so many dirty things together?

You watch in delight as she uses both hands to spread her cheeks apart, causing her anus and vagina to open up a bit in a rather obscene way. Knowing that this is your cue, you smear some lube on your cock and rub the tip against her anus. The touch is so pleasant that you have to force yourself not to cum before even penetrating her. But after having spent so much time fucking the truth is that you were already close to your limit.

Using pressure you work your way into her anal cavity slowly, stretching her walls an inch at a time. You feel as though you had lubricated it well, the pressure on your penis is overwhelming, you moan yourself as you enter it. “I love fucking your ass so much.”

"I know, I'm irresistible." You were going to laugh at your girlfriend's words, but just at that moment she squeezes her anus to maximize the pleasure of both of you. You let the air out of your lungs in a loud moan, causing Momo to laugh. “Are you about to cum yet?”

You spank her again before responding. "You know yes." You begin to move slowly, fucking her ass at a pace that was obviously not enough for both of you. “I never last too long fucking you from behind”

Momo lets go of one of her buttocks and uses his right hand to rub her clit as she slowly picks up the pace of your thrusts. I know, it's my ass you fill when you cum.” So knowing what she's doing she's squeezing and releasing her anus with a random rhythm that drives you crazy. You can hear her laugh as you speed up the pace with which you fuck her in revenge for the wonderful things she was doing with her body.

Now all that can be heard in the room is the slapping of your hips against her ass, and the moans from both of you. Sweat soaks your forehead, and you can see how also covers your girlfriend's back with a thin layer. That well-toned back that you loved to kiss and massage, but now was not the time to think about those things. It was time to focus on other things just as loving, like fucking your girlfriend's ass as fast as possible.

Her anus was swallowing your cock completely and then you would pull it out until you almost withdrew from it, to put it back all the way to the base. And despite clenching and releasing her ass muscle she never stopped massaging her clit. Even now she had inserted two of her fingers and was fucking herself trying to match the pace of your thrusts.

"Babe... I'm close." You heard her say it in the most loving way she could, which made it all the obscene. "Fill my ass with your hot milk please."

"Is that what my bitch wants?"

“Yesssss… Please cum inside my ass.”

"Your wishes are orders my Queen." After those words you increase the pace of your thrusts to the point where your hips ached, but that didn't matter when it came to pleasuring your beloved. You knew she was close, and certainly you were about to cum too. You weren't going to last much longer and you both were aware of that.

Already with erratic thrusts, while she continued using her fingers to fuck her vagina, you continued penetrating her ass. But you knew that this was already your limit. With one last strong thrust you left your cock inside Momo and came inside her tight ass. You held on to her hips to keep from falling as the orgasm clouded your vision and sent spasms through your entire body. Between your moans you could hear how she was also enjoying her own orgasm, and you could also feel it because her anus was tighter than ever. Smothering your cock as her juices trickled down her thighs.

When all your milk had spilled inside your beloved's rectum, you carefully withdrew. Her anus took a few seconds to close completely, during which time some of your semen squirted out.

Then they both collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat and gasping for breath. Thus, all tired and sticky, you hugged her from behind and covered her shoulders with kisses.

"That was incredible. My last orgasm was the strongest of all.”

"I know, you almost squeezed my dick."

"Exaggerated." Between giggles Momo rubs her butt against your now flaccid penis, just to annoy you.

"Do you want me to clean your ass?" You ask her while you continue kissing her shoulders. She interweaves her fingers with yours before responding.

"No, thanks. I love how feels your semen inside me." She lifts your hand to kiss it before placing it back on her lap. "We better go to sleep."

"Honey, it's three in the afternoon."

"Do you have something better to do?" You burst out laughing at her question, and before you know it you snuggle up to her and settle in for a nap you certainly needed to pull yourself together. God, how you love this woman.

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okay...here goes...

(I wish you would write) a modern short au about Violet as a celebrity or princess or something, and Xaden as her bodyguard🤭🤭🫶

Okay I'm cheating a little on this one because I have something like this in my drafts already!! This was actually one of @skyfallscotland's prompt fics in which Lilith was the US President, and after a failed assassination attempt on the campaign trail, she assigns Xaden to be Violet's body guard. For reasons I hope are obvious, I don't want to finish it anymore. However, the first chapter was done in it's entirety by the time I scrapped it, so you can have 2.3k ish words of body guard Xaden!! (below the cut)

When Violet gets a knock on her door, she is not expecting it to have anything to do with her mother. The entire reason she’d gone to college in California was so that anything having to do with her mother would be a country away. And for the most part, it had worked. Her freshman and sophomore years had gone off without a hitch. In her classes that aren’t 99% poli sci majors, she doesn’t even get recognized, and she couldn’t be happier. 

She abandons her spot on the couch, and sets her planner to the side as she stands to answer the door. She doesn’t bother checking the peep hole, because she assumes it’s doordash for Ridoc, or last minute school supplies for Sawyer, or Rhiannon staying very ahead of her Christmas shopping. 

What she sees instead is a man. He’s tall, with dark, wavy hair, and dark skin. His arms—very broad, ridiculously so, some might say—are crossed over his chest— which is also notably broad. He’s squinting at her like he’s scrutinizing something, which is uncalled for, in Violet’s opinion. Maybe she isn’t dressed to impress just yet, but the only thing she’d been planning on impressing was her planner, and it didn’t have eyes, so her combo of old sweatpants she’d cut into shorts and a gigantic tie-dye t-shirt with her school’s name on it had been perfectly appropriate. 

“You just open the door all the way, without knowing who’s outside?” the man demands. He stares at her as does it, unflinching and unyielding. 

Violet, naturally, does both flinch and yield, because she’s entirely confused. She takes a step back, to get a better look at the man, to try and see where on earth he gets his audacity, but she comes up empty. 

“Do I know you?” she retorts, indignant. 

He matches her indignation, card for card. “Do you not have a chain on your door?” 

“Of course I don’t have a chain on my door. This isn’t New York.”

“Do you think crime only happens in New York?” The man demands. “Do you think that none of your mother’s enemies can run a google search and find out where you are?” 

He shouldn’t have brought up her mother. He’d been so hot before he opened his mouth, but even still, he could have saved the whole thing and escaped with his hotness intact if he’d avoided bringing up her mother. 

“Okay,” Violet says, “This was fun. You can go now.” 

She moves to slam the front door shut, but he shoves out an arm, blocking her. 

“See?” he says. “This is why you need a door chain. You can’t keep me out. You’re not strong enough, but metal is.” 

She stares at him for a second, blinks, then decides. 

“Okay. You can leave, and also, fuck you. Who the hell do you think you are?”

He’s still holding her door open, so she cannot make him leave, unless she resorts to something petty like kicking his shins. His arm, outstretched to support the door, looks…enticing. She’ll give him that. He has an enticing arm. Assholes are, technically, allowed to have enticing arms. 

“You know who I am,” he replies. His tone betrays no humor, which is ridiculous, because there’s no way he’s serious. 

“I don’t, actually, or I wouldn't have asked,” she snaps. “Not that I care. You have one more chance to tell me, then you’re going to need to get the fuck out, or I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs, and my two male MMA fighter roommates are going to come out here and kick your ass.” 

Ridoc and Sawyer only took one MMA class as a bonding experience, but Violet knows they’ll at the very least get this man out of the doorway. 

The man studies her with that same analytical look he’d donned when she first opened the door. He looks her up and down, then comes to his conclusion. 

“She didn’t tell you.” 

“Who,” Violet seethes, “is she?”

“Your mother, “ he says, though he’s speaking slowly, thinking as he goes, “She didn’t tell you. She didn’t call you or anything?”

“The last time my mother called me was in the year of our lord two thousand and sixteen, and that was genuinely only because she thought I had been abducted, so no. My mother didn’t call me.”

She pushes against the door with all she has, and still, he doesn’t move. He might have over one hundred pounds on her, though, given his size and his muscle mass. She will definitely have to get creative. There’s a vase on the coffee table Rhiannon won’t miss. 

“I’m your new bodyguard,” the man says. He holds the hand that isn’t holding the door out to her, anticipating a handshake. “Xaden Riorson.” 

Violet stares at him, at his hand, and at him holding out his hand. She says, “No you’re not.” 

“I’m not Xaden Riorson, or I’m not your new bodyguard?” he asks. “Because I'm pretty sure I’m both.” 

“No,” she shakes her head furiously, emphatically. “No to both. You’re neither.” 

He sighs, shoves his hand into his pocket, and emerges with a badge. It has its own little leather case, but the badge itself is shiny and gold, with an eagle at the top and a silver star in the center. 

“Happy now?” he asks, voice dry. 

He’s not just a bodyguard. He's from the secret service. 

“I’m happy that you found your way into a costume shop, but it is that time of year,” Violet says. And she’s right. With the start of August comes a proliferation of Spirit Halloweens. One on every corner, practically. 

“It’s a real badge, Sorrengail.”

She hadn’t told him her last name, and she hates that he already knows it, that he knows her mother. It doesn’t give him any legitimacy, though. He’d said it himself—she’s really only a google search away. 

But, if he’s actually Xaden Riorson, so is he. 

“Hang on,” she says, brain already speeding down this train of thought. “Stay outside, or I will actually commit a crime.” 

She steps back from the door, and he raises his non-braced hand in surrender. He leaves his badge out, and though Violet keeps her eyes on him, he doesn’t move over her line in the sand. 

She finds her phone  abandoned on the couch. She turns it on quickly, and her eyes scan notifications, but there is, of course, nothing from Lilith. Even though it shouldn’t, her heart still sinks. She should know better than to allow hope to thrive where her mother is concerned, but evidently, she doesn’t. 

She opens Safari without checking her other notifications, and types in his supposed name. Xaden Riorson. 

The results are inconclusive. No one, it seems, knows what Xaden Riorson is up to. 

“Give me your driver’s license,” she demands. 

He sighs, irritably, but then he’s digging in his pocket once more, revealing a wallet, and presenting her with his ID. He holds it over the threshold, so she plucks it from his fingers and holds it up in the light. 

It looks real, though Violet’s never been big on fake IDs, because she’s never been big on doing anything she thinks might make her mother think she isn’t perfectly capable of caring for herself. Illegal activities fall squarely on her no-no list. 

The picture matches, though Violet’s almost certain there’s a way to make that happen with fake IDs, too. She thinks she’s supposed to see a line somewhere in the middle of the ID, if it is real, but she’s also not entirely sure that isn’t actually the procedure for counterfeit money, and the longer she holds his ID up to the light without finding said line, the less sure she is of the line’s existence at all. 

Finally, she says, “Hmm.” 

“Hmm?” he presses. 

“Well, I’m starting to think you’re Xaden Riorson, but that makes the secret service thing even less believable,” Violet says. 

“Does it?” His voice is bone-dry, but Violet doesn’t mind. She’ll get to the bottom of this without his help. 

“It does, because the Xaden Riorson I knew of was a senator’s son, and the sons of senators don’t just up and join the secret service.” 

“They don’t?” he asks, still dry as ever. 

“They don’t, because joining the secret service means you’re literally willing to die for the president.” 

“And senator’s sons can’t do that?” 

Other senator’s sons could, Violet thinks, but not Fen Riorson’s son. Fen Riorson had not been just any senator. Last election, Fen Riorson had been her mother’s main opponent, and when Americans went to the polls, they had not picked him. 

He’d died six months after the election, but not before hundreds of articles were written, claiming he wanted to share classified government intelligence with the public, things the people deserved to know, but those in office were too cowardly to tell them. 

His secrets died with him. 

And Violet knows her mother is a lot of things, but she wouldn’t do this. She wouldn’t make the son of her biggest political rival her daughter’s bodyguard. Her daughter doesn’t even have a bodyguard, because her daughter does not need a bodyguard. 

“You can’t,” Violet says. “You, specifically.” 

“Well, unfortunately for you, Sorrengail, I did. What’s it gonna take for you to believe me? Want to see my work email? Want to meet my team?” 

She’s trying and failing to remember how hard it is to fake an email, or a series of emails, but he keeps talking. 

“Of course, I could just call your mom.” 

Her gaze darts to his. “You could call her?” she asks, but then, her brain catches up to her tongue. “Well, there’s AI now. You could fake her voice.”

“God, okay, you can call her and you can ask her three questions only she knows. How’s that? Do we have a deal? Because believe it or not, I have a job to do.”

She does not believe it, because if she does believe it, she is that job. She cannot be his job. 

“Fine!” Violet snaps, “Fine. I’ll call her. Don’t you dare come in.” He sighs that same exasperated sigh, and still, he doesn’t move. Violet moves to her contacts—she hadn’t lied about her mother’s radio silence. She really hasn’t talked to her mother on the phone in eight years. They also don’t text. Most of her communications are through her mother’s Chief of Staff, Colonel Aetos, who still goes by his military title. 

Still, her mother is in her phone under “birth giver” which had felt incredibly edgy when she did it at thirteen, but now makes her tilt her phone closer to herself, in case Xaden sees. 

Her mother’s personal line is secure, and though she doesn’t always carry her phone on her, she’s heard from Mira—who actually makes calls to their mother, when she’s not underwater—that their mother is good at picking up the phone. 

It rings once, and Violet bites her lip. It rings twice, and Violet’s foot begins to tap a thundering beat. 

It rings three times, and her mother’s voice sounds in her ear. 

“Violet?” Lilith asks. 

“Traditionally, “ Violet says, “people answer phone calls with ‘hello’.” 

“Traditionally, you don’t call me,” Lilith retorts. “I thought someone stole your phone.” 

“Nope. I’ve never had anything stolen from me because I am exceedingly competent.” Xaden huffs at this, which Violet cannot understand. She’s making a valid point. “And because of this exceeding competency, I can’t understand why there is a man at my door claiming to be part of the secret service. Can you comprehend this, mother?”

Violet will not be calling her mom.

“Is the man Xaden Riorson, or a member of his team?” Lilith asks. Violet thinks the world is sinking beneath her. She is slipping through the cracks. “Because if that’s the case, then yes. And he’s not claiming anything. Did he not show you his badge?” 

Violet swallows. Her throat is very, very dry. “You can get those badges anywhere.” 

“No you can’t. I have a country to run and an election to win, Violet, so if that’s all you had to say, I need to go.” 

She hasn’t spoken to her mother since her last mandatory Christmas visit. She’d spent the entirety of the summer sweating in California. And still, her mother doesn’t want to talk to her. 

“I don’t need a secret service agent, Mom,” Violet snaps. She feels suddenly sixteen again, when her mother was still her mother. 

“Correct. You don’t need one, you need four.” 

“I do not need four! I have never needed four!” 

Xaden Riorson is watching her start a screaming match with her mother, and Violet knows she should be embarrassed, but she’s too angry. She doesn’t have any energy to spare. 

“Did you hear that I was shot at recently, Violet?” 

“Of course I heard! Not from you, of course, because that would be too much to ask!” 

“Then connect the dots. You’re too intelligent to question me on this. Let Mr. Riorson do his job.” 

“He’s not Mr. Anything! He’s twenty-two!” 

“He is twenty two, which will make his work with you significantly easier on you. He’s also very good at his job. You’ll be safe. I don’t care if you’re angry with me if you’re safe.” 

“That’s ridiculous!” Violet seethes. “You’re being unreasonable! I have kept myself perfectly safe-” 

She is cut off by a beep. Her mother has hung up. Violet stares at the phone in her hand for a moment, then aggressively redials her mother’s number. 

Her mother doesn’t answer. 

Xaden Riorson is still in her doorway. 

“I didn’t quite realize it was like that between you two,” he says, casually, as if he didn’t just witness a sacred portion of Violet’s life imploding in her hands. Her privacy, destroyed. 

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Trans reader x Beej? 🙏 I love reading your work, btw! 😊

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WARNING: None

PAIRING: Beetlejuice x Transgender! Reader

NOTE: Hey!! Thank you so much, this one’s got a big chunk of heart <3 I actually got some help from a trans friend to make this as real as possible. I love hearing from you all, so don’t hesitate to send more asks or thoughts <3

SUMMARY: It’s a weird thing being with Beetlejuice, but it’s also the most fun you've ever had. He makes you feel like yourself in a way no one else does – loud, strange, and totally alive.

There’s something about Beetlejuice that just feels right, in the loudest, strangest way possible. Even on the bad days, when you don’t quite feel like you fit into your own skin, he’s there with that wild grin and endless antics, making you feel like you could belong somewhere. It’s not that he really gets it – you're not even sure he really understands half of what you tell him about yourself, your past, the weirdness of figuring out who you are. But he listens, sort of, as best as Beetlejuice can.

“Wait, you mean to tell me you got a whole… thing with your body?” he says, scratching his scraggly chin with this exaggerated look on his face, like he’s really thinking hard about it. “That’s gotta be a real trip. Personally, I think you’re lucky – I don’t even have skin problems. Or organs. Or haircare needs!"

You laugh because that’s the thing with him. He has this gift of making everything feel like one big, surreal joke – but not in a dismissive way. It’s like he’s lifting the weight right off your shoulders, letting you laugh at yourself in the best possible way.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being you?” You ask, half-joking, half-curious.

He looks at you with these glowing eyes, brows wiggling in a way that’s simultaneously ridiculous and, well, somehow...charming. “Oh, honey, being me is the best gig in the Underworld! And you? You’re pretty good at being you, too, y’know?”

You roll your eyes, feeling that warmth bloom in your chest, the way he can just make everything feel like it’s already okay. And even though his teeth are gross and he’s grinning a little too wide, you believe him.

It’s like he understands the parts of you - you sometimes try to hide – the doubts, the days where you wonder if anyone will really see you the way you are. But with Beetlejuice, you feel seen in a way you never have before, like your weirdness fits perfectly with his own.

“You think I’m good at it?” You say, trying to keep your tone casual. “What’s my thing then? Just…being, I dunno, strange?”

He throws his hands up, a look of mock offense on his face. “Strange? You’re one-of-a-kind, babe. An original! If there was a pageant, I’d parade ya around like a prize! You’re the whole package!”

It’s over-the-top, ridiculous even. But it makes you laugh.

It’s not all fun and games, though. Sometimes, when you're alone, he’ll look at you in this quiet way, without the show or the wild grin. It’s rare, but it’s there – like he really, actually cares. And maybe that’s why you stick around. You think, in his own odd way, he sees you, all of you, even the messy, uncertain parts. And he loves you for it.

One night, you're lying on the creaky old bed in his little corner of the Netherworld, and he’s uncharacteristically quiet. You're lying there beside him, feeling his gaze on you, intense and curious, like he’s trying to figure something out.

“So, what’s the deal with you wanting to change so much?” he asks, in this genuinely curious way, like it’s just a passing thought. Beetlejuice is hundreds of years old, you have to explain a lot to him. “I mean, you’re pretty great as you are, kid. And trust me, I’ve been around long enough to know greatness when I see it.”

You smile, looking down at your hands, feeling a little of that doubt creeping back in. “It’s…complicated. Sometimes, I just don’t feel right in my own skin, like it doesn’t really match, y’know?”

He nods, though you're not sure he fully understands. But it’s the fact that he wants to that makes it matter.

“Look,” he says, leaning over so close that you can see the glint in his eyes, “whatever skin you’re in, I think it’s damn near perfect. Got it?” He grins, flashing those nasty teeth again, but there’s a warmth to it that makes your chest ache.

He pulls you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, you let yourself relax into his embrace. You let yourself believe him – even if just for a moment – because in this strange corner of the world, you're exactly who you need to be.

[ayukaze]

MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN CURED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING ALL BECAUSE OF THIS ONE IMAGE THIS IS THE YEAR OF ADVENTURE PANDERING LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Let's break this down one by one ~

This is such a good Sora fit I don't even know how to explain how very much OG Sora this is, the pink tones of the overall sporty outfit perfectly capture all levels of her personality. To top it off she's sharing flower themed cream sandwiches with Piyomon AAAHHH the subtle reference okay merch team you can take a w. Not to mention Sora is perfectly matching with Taichi and the fruit in her sandwich is orange stoooopppp itttt!!!!!

TAICHI OMG who is dressing this boy because that's the most he's ever jocked as a 11 year old. The sweatshirt, cargo pants, matching wristband and the sense to put his goggles down, he is winning the sporty casual fashion show for sure. And of course him and Agumon are enjoying some chicken popcorn, love how they weren't even subtle with the packaging art we all know Japan's favourite fried chicken brand anyway 🤣

Yamato. YAMATO. Y A M A T O. You're 11 can you tone down the cool guy heartthrob behaviour for a minute because I am losing my mind THE DOGTAG CHAIN IM GONNA SCREEAAAMMM ACTUALLY I AM SCREAAAMING AAAAHHHHHHH. He looks so good, there is absolutely no wrong element in his entire outfit, everything is perfectly paired up, a fashionista is among us. The little thumbs up over the onigiri that Gabumon is offering him?? Is he telling Gabumon that he's okay with having one and Gabumon can have the rest because that's the sweet, protective, kind, caring baby he is at heart???🥹🥹🥹The blue and green gradient in the background tho?? Mimato math is mathing bestiesss 🤣

Takeru is just a lil guy, but such a perfect lil guy!!! I like how his outfit has the similar green shade as his anime outfit but they still chose to gave him a new beanie instead which doesn't really match the colour tone of the rest of the fit but it's Takeru so we know that he can pull any hat off and that's what he does!!! Him and Patamon sharing burgers, okay mood, but why is he looking so surprised? I need to know what happened, did he spill some sauce on his overalls? Was the burger too hot to bite? WHAT HAPPENED TAKERU????? 😢

Jou, I see you paired up the plaid pants with a nice long, muted, warm toned jacket BUT I SEE THAT PURPLE SHIRT POKING IN FROM INSIDE and excuse me sir but why that purple with the plaid 😭 I need to see a version where Jou isn't wearing the jacket so I can make an informed rating on this outfit but may I add that in the full merch pic he has paired this look with green and white sneakers...I cannot defend you I am sorry Jou, please try brown loafers next time 😭 But outfit aside, Jou eating a taiyaki with Gomamon is lowkey funny I just know that Gomamon cracked a Marching Fishes joke at least once.

Koushiro...I will not go into detail but I will say it's cute that you have a sweater with a little K on it, it's also very cute that there is a splash of orange in your outfit, who's attention are you vying for it isn't subtle at all bby boy and I am grateful you matched your shoes to your sweater even if the socks are definitely a choice and that blue with orange is also definitely another choice. Good to see your are making choices. I like that him and Tentomon are sharing dango, it's always nice to see Koushiro's fondness towards Japanese traditional snacks hinted at in some way.

MIMI. QUEEN. SLAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!! YOU NEVER EVER MISS MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL. The pastel tones matched with the grey stockings for contrast, that beret and the fuzzy hem boots, you just know she shops at Takashimaya and Isetan and anything below it will just not do 👏🏻 Plus Sora and Mimi are wearing the same tones, which probably means that they pre-planned the outfits together, cuties!!! Also Crepe is such a Mimi™️ choice of dessert but I always get teary eyes when I see Palmon mimic Mimi's gestures, there is just so much love and admiration between them for each other, pure childish wonder 💚 And the crepe even has a cutesy character face on it, which kinda looks like Monzaemon, though I can't be sure but if it is then another win for a subtle reference. Not to mention both Yamato and Mimi look like they've dressed in a more cool and elegant style than the rest like they might be on their way to a date THE MIMAT MATH IS MATHING YALLL!!!

Hikari looks super cute, I think there isn't much official art of her in casual clothing for OG stuff so it's nice to see her in a more cutesy fit suited to her age. The hairband matching the cardigan is such a nice touch!! I can't recall any other casual outfit for OG design Hikari except the War Game and Memorial Party dress, so I think this would be the first time we see Hikari with a hairband and it just looks adorable. Of course she is sharing an ice cream with Tailmon, it's kinda their brand now but like Takeru she's making a surprised expression, perhaps she wasn't expecting Tailmon to offer her a bite of her ice cream?

To conclude, this is probably the best OG artwork we've gotten since Idk maybe the Rainy Day stationery series. This will be sold in advance at the Kamio Store booth at Anime Japan 2024. No other details were mentioned, but the event booth sale feels like a pre-sale before the goods become available more widely at other outlets, hopefully, at some stores that international fans have access too as well.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Ayushi out.

[elthadriel]

Bly/Cody/Fox and uhhh. Impulsive kiss? Virginity? Cockwarming?

I went with cockwarming and them being the worst

Periodically Fox’s cock remembers he’s got Bly’s shoved up his ass and starts to harden. It was understandable at first, but after so many times it comes accompanied with frustration. Bly had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t intend to fuck Fox—and Bly is as stubborn as they come and impossible to sway on such matters—but Fox’s body remains disgracefully optimistic.

Fox doesn’t move, resists the urge to rock back into Bly’s cock, squeeze around him, or anything else that would reveal that his arousal has ticked up again.

Bly notices anyway, because for all the words he’d used to coax Fox into this position—it’ll be relaxing, Fox. We’ll just lay down for a bit, Fox, maybe just sleep—he was clearly anything but relaxed, watchful for any flicker of weakness from Fox.

Bly hushes him, kissing his shoulder and running a hand down his side. It’s almost soothing, but it’s also Bly. The gentleness is a precision strike against Fox, patronising and mocking. Fox’s cock throbs and pathetically pleads with him to respond to the insult by fucking himself on Bly properly, instead of just letting Bly fill him.

That would be letting Bly win.

Fox takes a slow breath and Bly laughs softly behind him, chest shaking against Fox’s back.

“Easy, Fox,” Bly whispers, breath tickling through the short hair on the back of Fox’s neck.

“Go fuck yourself,” Fox hisses, only realising he’s matched Bly’s low tone after it’s too late to correct.

“We can swap after if that’s what you want,” Bly says, and then yawns, nuzzling his face into Fox’s neck.

It’s not worth giving an answer to, so Fox doesn’t.

He’s warm despite the blanket kicked to the end of the bed, Bly a furnace at his back, his wandering hands leaving warm skin in their wake. Bly’s cock in him fuelling a different sort of heat in him.

He won’t think about it. The bed is soft even and the room is dark. They have a few hours yet. It would be nice to sleep. It would be beating Bly at his own game.

Fox’s cock admits defeat and slowly softens again.

It is nice—a solid body behind him, and the easy stretch of being held open around a cock.

It would probably be better if it was anyone but Bly. Thorn would be happy to repeat this. Thorn would just as happily fuck him properly, and he could sleep in the afterglow which would just less nonsense all around.

The door beeps, Cody stepping into Bly’s room like he owns the place.

Bly’s lightning fast, hands tightening on Fox before Fox can wrench himself off Bly’s cock and murder Cody before he even has time to close the door.

“Bly. Ten-ten,” Cody greets, the door sliding shut behind him.

“Did you invite him?” Fox snarls, and almost manages to twist right the way around and off Bly’s cock.

“No, I invited you,” Cody says, shrugging off the jacket of his greys and tossing it onto Bly’s desk, then to Bly adds, “You should have stuffed his mouth up instead.”

“You’re welcome to,” Bly says, petting Fox’s sides like he’s a spooked tooka and not a furious marshal commander.

“Come here and try it,” Fox warns. Like shit Cody is welcome to.

“Have you got something that’ll stop him from biting me?” Cody asks Bly, more of his clothes pulled off and left to spill out across the floor.

“Why would I? He never bites me,” Bly says.

Cody grunts, making the smart choice to not put his cock near Fox’s mouth.

Bly’s petting turns into more deliberate pushes, trying to encourage Fox to settle back down. An elbow backwards isn’t enough to put him off the idea.

The last of Cody’s clothes are abandoned across Bly’s room and naked he slides into the bed next to them. Fox’s traitorous cock is swelling up again hopefully, as if Cody will do anything but make this worse. It does mean he needs to decide between being flush against Bly, Cody, or telling them both to rot and leaving.

He won’t let Cody chase him out.

He goes back down to the mattress, shuffling away from Cody and into Bly. Cody doesn’t follow, letting Fox have his inches of space. Cody does something much worse; he kisses Fox with unforgivable tenderness. Fox bites him. It’s not hard enough to taste blood—pity—but Cody does jerk away, superior facade broken as he glares at Fox.

Bly pinches him. “Stop it, Fox.”

There’s no way to insist that Cody started it without sounding petulant and childish. Out of sight of Bly, Fox bares his teeth.

Cody huffs and doesn’t go back in for another kiss. He stretches out next to Fox and claims the space between them instead.

Cody isn’t hard, not even a little, and that takes all the indigent heat out of Fox.

Cody reaches over him to find Bly, their hands tangling. They don’t put their joined hands on Fox, but Cody’s arm is heavy over him, and they’re pressed up against him on both sides.

Fox softens against Cody’s leg, and Cody doesn’t try to antagonise him over it.

Fox’s thoughts come slower and slower, until they’re thick, heavy things that slip through cursory attempts to catch them. He could—if he wanted to—he could snatch them back with two hands, but it doesn’t seem necessary. Bly’s breathing into his neck, his cock buried deep in Fox but removed from any further demands of his body. Even if Fox’s cock twitches a little every time he drifts too close to dwelling on what this sort of position would usually mean, it lacks real desire.

Fox breathes and Cody’s mouth is almost against his, their foreheads together, their noses brushing. One of them lifts their jaw and they’re kissing again, and this time the sweetness untainted by whatever angle Cody had brought to the bed. Fox keeps his teeth to himself, sucking on Cody’s lip. Maybe if it wouldn't involve moving he would let Cody put his soft cock in his mouth. He could hold it there without sucking on it, just like Bly is filling him without fucking him.

They make do with lazy kisses.

“Told you, you’d like it,” Bly mumbles into his skin, seeking the last word.

Fox is too comfortable to do much about that. 

[allmyocsarebritish]

Dressed to kill

Pairing: Angel Dust X Reader

Warnings(?): Angel does reader's makeup, and unintentionally pokes them in the eye, I have no idea how to do makeup, this came to me when I found pink eyeshadow

Also yes, that's my eye lololol

"Please, toots. I'm literally beggin ya!" Angel complained once more, dramatically draping himself over the bed beside where you sat.

"I promise ya'll love it if ya just-"

You cut him off with an exaggerated sigh and roll of your eyes, though the amused smile on your lips evidenced your joking tone.

"Alright fine, I suppose it won't hurt."

"Yes! Don't worry babe, I'll make ya look stunnin'!" He practically leaped off the bed at your response, though his movements were unreasonably agile and smooth as usual.

You exhaled a breathy laugh at Angel's excitement, drawing your knees up to your chest whilst watching him search his dresser. Rummaging through the drawers, he pulled out (ha) various small wash bags. Each was a slightly different shade of pink, and all embroidered with his name in extravagant lettering. Satisfied with his collection of supplies, he retreated back to the bed, dumping them all on top of the duvet.

"Ya ready?" Angel grinned, lower set of hands resting on his hips.

"Go ahead." You smiled,resting back against the plush headboard. Angel hovered over you, a knee on either side of your legs. Your face flushed at the sudden proximity, which he immediately picked up on.

"What's wrong baby? A bit too close?~" Angel's words were genuine, though he spoke with a massively flirty tone which drew even more heat to your cheeks.

"N-not at all." Despite the fact you *tried* to match his demeanor, you stuttered over your words and just appeared a flustered mess. Angel chuckled and leant back slightly, allowing you space to breathe as he dug through his eyeshadows.

"I'd start by givin' ya some blush but I really don't think ya need it!" He teased before retrieving a small, silver palette.

"Wait, Ange, hold on, aren't you supposed to start with concealer?" You wondered aloud, mildly confused.

"I suppose ya could, but ya really don't need it, babe" he responded, frowning ever so slightly. "Perfect just the way ya are."

You smiled and thanked him for his sweet compliment, to which he leant down and pecked your nose. Still cupping your cheeks with one set of hands, he opened the palette with another, dusting the pigment onto a brush.

"Close ya eyes for me?" He requested, to which you obliged. The brush was soft against your skin, and Angel's strokes were gentle yet deliberate. You could feel his warm breath fan across your cheeks as he exhaled, deep in concentration. You smiled at the thought of his focused face, wishing that you could open your eyes and see him. It was at that moment that you realised you had no idea what you were going to look like. Of course you trusted Angel almost entirely, but even still you wouldn't put it past him to make you look ridiculous.

"What colour are you doing?" You asked to which he laughed mischievously.

"Wait and see." His response raised your suspicions even further, though you couldn't help but smile at Angel's antics. Your wait wasn't long, however, as a few moments later he leant back, making you immediately miss the contact and warmth brought by your proximity to the spider.

"Open!" Angel's excitement was barely concealed in his tone, and a mirror was thrust into your hand as soon as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room after being closed for so long. Your concerns were proven unnecessary by the clean and glittery pink and black eyeshadow adorning your eyelid, perfectly complimenting the colour of your iris.

"Okay, you were right, I do love it." You admitted defeat, wondering why you were skeptical.

"Ya seem surprised. Ain't got no faith in me?" Angel dramatically rested a hand on his chest in mock offence, to which you playfully rolled your eyes.

"No, never." You deadpanned. He scoffed before reaching for an eyeliner pencil.

"Look up." Angel advised, gently pressing down on your cheek to expose your waterline.

Unfortunately the pencil slipped.

"Ow!" You winced, jerking away and squinting your eye closed.

"Fuck, sorry." Angel grimaced as you rubbed it to relieve the stinging from being poked. "Would ya like ta do the other one yourself?" He offered, to which you nodded, trying to surpress a laugh. Balancing the mirror on your knee, you put on the eyeliner yourself, making a point of the lack of casualty.

"I said I'm sorry, what more do ya want from me?"

You shook your head and put down the eyeliner and Angel took his place back on top of you. You rested your hands on his hips for balance.

"So, what's next, love?" You asked, watching as he considered.

"False eyelashes or mascara?"

"Which is less likely to make me lose my eyes?" You teased, yet more reference to the fact he poked you. Angel scoffed and rolled his eyes, reaching for an eyelash curler.

"Uh, no, no, no. There is no way in hell I'm letting you near my eyes with that!"

"Fine, fine!!" He held up all four hands in surrender and dropping it on a cushion.

The next challenge presented itself in the form of Angel trying to put the mascara on you.

"Hold still!"

"No!"

"Toots I swear I won't poke ya in the eye again." He promised, and, though you had your doubts, you sat obediently, allowing him to coat your lashes.

"See! What'd I tell ya?!" He leant back again, proud smile on his lips as he admired his work.

"Ya look stunning, babe." He told you, closing the distance between the two of you. "Just one final touch and then we're done!"

Unscrewing the lid of a lip gloss tube, he made as though he were going to put it on you, before turning at the last second and putting it on himself, looking away. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head, smirk brightening your features.

"Oh ya wanted some?" Angel feigned innocence, dramatically looking into the plastic tube. "That's a shame, there's none left! Guess ya'd better come here then!"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed Angel's small lapels, pulling him into you and kissing him, feeling the product transfer.

"Gee, thanks babe!" You replied, continuing to act like there wasn't multiple full tubes on the bed surrounding you both.

"Ya look amazing, Y/N."

"Thanks Angie, you're so good at makeup. Well, apart from eyeliner." He rolled his eyes at you before leaning in again.

"I told ya! I'm sorry"

"I might have to ask Charlie to schedule a lesson on how not to betray someone's trust like that." You teased, dragging out the joke.

"Of course ya will." He rolled his eyes again.

"I do forgive you though. And thank you, for doing it for me" You wrapped your arms around him and drew him in for a tight hug.

"Any time."

[captain-peanut110]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians episodes one and two, immediate impressions

Written by someone who absolutely lived those books as a kid and is no less obsessed with them as a grown up.

I will try to avoid spoilers for anything that comes later in the book or in later books in case people who have only watched the show will be reading this, but there might still be unintentional spoilers and there definitely will be spoilers for how the event of the first two episodes went down in the book.

I have been waiting since before the old movies came out, suffered the disappointment of their existence, was part of the collective agreement Lightning Thief had no sequel and am finally ready to see them try again.

I have just finished re-reading the first series and am nearing the end of House of Hades, so all the book stuff is fresh in my mind.

(I also bough the first five and all five Trials of Apollo for only £12 yesterday 🎊🎊🎊 now my tiny London apartment is flooded with books I already have no space for 🤣🤣🤣 so worth it though.)

Episode 1

- seems lovely so far;

- Percy is perfectly himself and the acting is damn decent;

- Little Percy is very cute, but also sort of spooky, make me think of the ocean, no matter what, there is always something eerie about it;

- Nancy is as awful, as she has to be and it is a nice thought that Percy understands she bullies him because of her own issues, yet also acknowledges it is still not okay;

- Brunner is perfect, they nailed his feel and presence 10/10. Why is his horse part not white though? Come on, it doesn’t have to match his skin tone and would have looked super cool, setting him apart from other centaurs like it does in the books;

- The kindly one (what they call Furies in the book) is well done and properly terrifying;

- Sally Jackson is the star, seriously, she is everything;

- Smelly Gabe is authentic enough to smell him trough the screen;

- Super funny that his reward for letting them take the car in the show is a sandwich he never ends up getting at all. At least in the books he got his dips

- BUT!!!!! Wtf with Gabe saying please? And them watching the game together? Why is he suddenly not that terrible??? How could they have decided to give redeeming qualities to this guy??? He is like the definition of awful and there really was no need to make him better in any way.

Initially I did not particularly notice this, because he was disgusting in my eye, yet upon watching for the second time, I replied he repeatedly said please and his conversation with Sally seemed suddenly more like banter than the awful way he treated her in the books. This gives their marriage something to it and makes it feel like there might have been a reason why they got married other than Sally wanting to protect Percy though Gabe's smell. And that is just wrong. Gabe was absolutely the king of awful in the books and he should have stayed that way.

I felt like I had to go back to add this point, because I missed it in my initial watching when I was writing this immediate reaction.

It can be argued that even the worst abusers are not horrible 24/7 and are ofter nice to the people around them from time to time, which makes it even more confusing and hard to leave them. But this does not really fit to the situation here, Gabe had zero redeeming qualities in the book and I can't see why there would be a need to give him any in the show;

- Sally being firmly on Percy’s side is pure gold and absolute parenting goals;

- Blue candy !!!!

- D’Angelo sandwiches though??? Hmmm…

- “Who is Yantsy?” 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Gabe is so dumb, i love it;

- Hades is not satan, they finally got that right! At least I think that’s supposed to be Hades;

- Can’t stress enough how awesome it is that Percy is not an orphan in the books. His relationship with Sally is everything. It is also a whole lot less lazy than just having an orphaned protagonist and also a lot more relatable for the readers;

- I love the scene where Percy is confused and scared, trying to get her to stop, but Sally keeps talking, as if she knows if she does not say it out loud, she will never be able to;

- Sally: “He was a god.” Percy: “You fell in love with Jesus?” 🤣🤣🤣

- Grover is so funny though, I can’t even;

- The Minotaur cgi looks decent;

- And he is wearing underpants!!!

- Bye-bye Gabe’s car;

- Grover is supposed to be unconscious!!! That’s a major point of his later self-torments, the fact that he got knocked out and Percy had to carry him all the way.

I cannot see why he needed to be present for this scene. He doesn’t do much of anything other than having Sully make him swear to protect Percy, although I am not certain what that was emphasised for?

- Sally is badass! Hell yeah for mothers doing mad stuff to protect their babies, super on point and as someone who does have a baby, super realistic;

- Noooo!!! Sally!!! Proper heartbreaking;

- He did not have the sword yet! Or Grover there! And he fought the Minotaur anyways!!!

It was supposed to be the first sing of his endless courage bordering on idiocy and a serious lack in the self preservation department when it comes to people he loves being in danger.

Which ultimately is a super important point in the story. I feel they missed an opportunity to show just how many fucks are absolutely not given when Percy sees somebody dear to him threatened;

- He does still kill him with the horn, not the sword, so I guess I can forgive the sword being there for a brief second. Although it would certainly add more meaning if it wasn’t;

- Show us how he carried Grower to Camp after killing the Minotaur!!! Percy did it all on his own, no help whatsoever! That’s part of what made other campers so interested in him!

- Annabeth!!! My best girl!!!

Episode 2

- Percy’s eyes are so book accurate, a proper proper sea green, I am happy happy happy;

- And Walker is such a perfect fit for the role, it really feels like he is Percy. I can forgive them for not having someone else, who had dark hair, his casting in on par.

Also I feel like nailing his eyes is more important than hair. They are an important part of the character, a reflection of his connection to the ocean.

I can also completely get behind not immediately wanting to dye a child’s hair, so it’s not that important.

I am personally of the opinion, that unless a character’s appearance is a point in the plot, such as relation to a certain someone hinted at trough similarity in looks/belonging to a certain group/coming from a certain place/being singled out positively or negatively because of certain features/etc, changing it doesn’t matter;

A good example is the colour of Percy’s eyes. It needs to be maintained, as they are a reference to his father being Poseidon and him being a child of the sea;

- The same goes for Leah, she has absolute Annabeth energy and is just perfect every step of the way, so the fact that she ain’t blonde doesn’t really matter. It was not a particular plot point in the books and the change will not affect her character in any way;

(If Elle Woods suddenly wasn’t blonde anymore, that would be insane, in Annabeth’s case, it is not that important.)

- Aww, Percy thinks Poseidon is going to be there at camp, that’s heartbreaking :((

- Peter Johnson !!!

- ‘He’s starting with me!’

- For a moment I thought he was gonna say ‘the wine dude Dionysus’ 🤣 that would hardy have ended well;

- ‘Your Highness’ 🤣🤣🤣 Percy is adorable;

- Mister D pretending to be Percy’s dad and trying to get him to fetch a bottle of wine is sooooo funny, I died. Chiron’s face though… 🤣🤣🤣 ‘I could be!’ ‘But are you?!’

And this:

- ‘Son.’

- ‘Dad?’

- ‘Yes Peter!’

- ‘Percy!’

- ‘Exactly’

- And Percy looking at Mr D and thinking: ‘Mom fell in love with and spoke so highly of this guy? He is basically Divine Gabe.’

I will be anything upon first meeting him in the show and hearing the ‘i am your dad’ thing, that is exactly what Percy is thinking. ‘Oh no, my dad is the Less Smelly Gabe?‘

- The Hermes cabin is looking good, the chaos seems very authentic;

- As someone who had been bullied at school for different from other kids, it is a very touching moment, when Percy is sure the Hermes kids are about to start some trouble, but Luke is just so lovely to him instead.

It is honestly every weird kid’s dream to have someone approach them with something kind to say.

And when he says: ‘you are just like everyone else here’, it must have felt so nice for Percy to finally hear something like that, like there is somewhere he can belong as himself;

- Luke, my sweet tragic baby ❤️ i cannot help loving him so damn much;

His underlying wistfulness and hidden pain from not feeling loved by his dad break my heart into a million pieces. And the way he just older-brothers Percy from the beginning is everything ❤️

- But does this show hate blonde people?

Cause Luke isn’t blonde either. 🤣

Once again, great acting, charisma and that feel of Luke’s powerful awesomeness tinted with desolate melancholy was captured brilliantly.

Charles does have that vibe and is great in the role. But I just had to note the ‘nobody is blonde’ thing cause it’s funny;

- More importantly though, WHERE IS LUKE’S SCAR??? That little scrape he’s got on his face is way too small and insignificant to be the unfortunate trophy from a dragon fight.

It looks nowhere near ghastly enough!

The whole point was that Luke was super handsome, but his scar was there like a tear in a beautiful portrait.

Charles is a good looking fella, he could have easily pulled off having a huge scar running across half of his face and still be a ladies’ dream;

- The Dryad with Grover has such sweet motherly vibes;

- Is it me or do Grover’s goat legs appear somewhat skinny?

- ‘Like an old banana’ Damn, Grover. I feel like this nicely reminds everyone Grover is not the human child he appears as;

- I feel like it is more realistic that Percy comes to believe his mother can be saved from the underworld by himself, since it is pretty logical, if the underworld is a place you can go to, you could theoretically bring someone back.

There didn’t really need to be an ominous investigation conducted by Grover for Percy to come upon that idea;

- More creepy ass dreams;

- CLARISSE MUST BE BUFFER!!!

And here I somewhat don’t get it.

Cause Dior looks perfectly buff enough for the part in pictures online, but it almost feels like they made her look smaller on camera, instead of using filming techniques to make her look even bigger.

All I could think while watching those scenes was “Clarisse must be bigger!”. Why does she look so skinny in the show, when the actress has got proper muscles irl?

- Percy being terrible at everything he tries reminds me of Harry trying the wands out and making stuff blow up

- He set the Hephaestus kids’ stuff on fire 🤣🤣🤣 Leo should have been there 😉

- Is there a god of disappointment 🤣🤣🤣

- But you burn the stuff to send a message to the gods, not mortals or dead people. Burnt offerings are only messages to a god they are offered for.

Did Percy misunderstand this or did the makers of the show?

Cause there should be no way for Sally to have actually gotten that message;

- Burning candy and talking to mama hits right home though. Very painful, peak cinema, hurts a lot. Poor little Percy, he just needs a hug;

- Not from a gutter, Clarisse, what the actual?!?!

- Aaaand Supreme Lord of the Bathroom emerges!!!

I just love how good old Jonny outright refuses to harm Percy.

But does this mean Poseidon is the god of toilet water as well 🤣🤣🤣 what about everything that is flushed with it? Would he have power over that as well? Or only clean gutter water?

Also!!! Is Percy immune to ‘the Neptune’s kiss’?

(‘The Neptune’s kiss’ - is an unfortunate occurrence while going number two, when one of them lot falls down into the bowl with a blast and the water splashes back onto your unprotected buttcheeks.)

Cause that would be a seriously cool ability to have indeed;

- Annabeth!!! Always a win for Annabeth!!!

‘i can explain!’ ‘No you can’t!’

Absolutely chemistry

‘Are you stalking me, Annabeth?’ ‘Yes’

- Forbidden kids… hmm.. that’s an interesting way of putting it;

- Annabeth is Sherlock with better social skills? Hell yeah, Percy can be her sword-wielding Watson;

- Their armour looks so good! Like actually pleasant to look at, you can see effort and thought went into the costumes in the show.

Seeing them all dressed up reminds me of the longstanding tradition at Camp Halfblood of running outside wearing a breastplate and underpants when danger strikes in the middle of the night!

I really really hope they show that in this series;

- Percy should appreciate Annabeth standing there silently and waiting for him to get up, since any other classmate from his past would have made fun of his fall and certainly would not have waited for him to get up.

The way Annabeth reacted is decent between two warriors.

She did not mock his fall, waited for him to get up and made no unkind comments about it afterwards.

She did not help him get up, because he does not need assistance with such a minor trouble, which is something Percy will have to learn very soon.

As someone who has been bullied back at school, sometimes standing there silently is the nicest way someone you don’t know very well can react to you embarrassing yourself;

- I love how Annabeth doesn’t flaunt her being better at stuff in Percy’s face, he is the one who says that in a fit of self deprecation.

The writers could have easily had her say something like ‘of course i’m better’, as happens a lot in modern cinema, when characters boast about how awesome they are instead of showing it.

She respectfully listens to his ranting, then simply straightens out his breastplate, which is such an adorable moment between them my heart is going to shatter into a million pieces.

She then proceeds to tell him ‘you don’t even know how you fit into all this’ , basically saying ‘you don’t know how powerful you are’, but Annabeth is being wise.

She knows there is no point in telling Percy how awesome he could be. She believes in him and knows he needs discover his awesomeness on his own.

(I am currently re-reading The House of Hades, about half-ways trough.

Thus seeing cute Percy and Annabeth moments soothes by bleeding heart.

If you know you know, not gonna spoil an ancient book, ahahahha. )

- Yankees’ cap!!! (I know i am way too easily excited to see stuff from the book, but I was a Percy Jackson fan when the first movie came out and i still carry that damage, so cut me so slack)

- Game on! And she absolutely believes in him and never says anything demeaning, that is so awesome.

There is a trend in modern cinema to show characters’ badassness and awesomeness by having them be demeaning and rude to their companions.

This has been around for a while where the guy who was the best at everything was just allowed to be awful to everybody because of it.

Recent it has infected movies with female leads, as if the only way a woman can be portrayed as strong and capable is by being a bully to lesser men around her.

I love what they did with Annabeth here.

She is spectacular, she’s got a great plan, she knows it, she doesn’t have to repeat it.

But she does not need to be compared to Percy to be amazing, she simply is.

She also has faith in Percy and is supportive of him, without being patronising or feeling the need to over-explain.

She is confident he will know what to do when the time comes and believes honestly he will do well.

She does not tell him what to do because she is sure he will know when the time comes and that is a smart way to teach him a lesson about having faith in himself;

- Luke is so awesome, they nailed him! His faith in Annabeth and the way he says ‘Percy’s on it’ with no doubt whatsoever… i am loving it all;

- Percy is authentically adhd, this shit is so relatable 🤣

Petting that lizard is such a banger thing to do, i mean…

- It did not happen in the books like this, but these are such Percy moments, i cannot even 🤣 the main actor was a top choice;

- Closing your eyes and touching leafs or rocks is something I also absolutely love doing, Percy knows what’s on;

- Clarisse’s spear looks nifty as heck.

While I did complain that she needs to be bigger, Dior is perfect in this role. The casting generally is great so far.

She does portray the big bully energy really well;

- I have enjoyed the fight, although wasn’t Percy only supposed to get his power up after he touched the water? (I most honestly don’t remember)

Here it seems the presence of the river so close was enough and I must agree that it does look awesome when he suddenly begins fighting properly;

- And he falls into the water, heals up and is claimed by Poseidon. Precious!

- I am loving the Poseidon cabin vibes, it is just like the ocean. Beautiful and charming, but eerie and mysterious;

- I do not understand why they had to change it from Percy taking the quest immediately with the hidden idea of saving his mother, to his blatantly refusing the quest, only to have Grover tell him Sally can be saved to sway him to go anyways.

I think this was somewhat of a weird choice, but maybe it will matter later on, who knows.

It does fix up the rift between Grover and Percy with the whole Grover lying and getting him expelled situation, but that wasn’t really in the book at all, so…

I guess they wanted to try and not copy the book word for word, but Percy refusing the quest so harshly out of self preservation we have already established he doesn’t have much of seems a little out of character.

Maybe they are trying to emphasise that he would do anything to save his mom, but even without that, Percy would still have agreed to save the world and all, that’s his whole point.

And he did go with the idea of saving his mother in the book, he just didn't Grover to tell him it was possible, he simply refused to accept his mother was dead and was set on getting her back.

He is not a reluctant hero, he marches head first into danger, risks his life to save the world all the time and eats reality shattering prophecies for breakfast. (If you know you know ;)) )

I guess it doesn’t matter all that much.

In the book and the show he agreed to go on a quest in great part because he thought he could to save his mother, it was just presented differently. But I do feel once again they are diminishing Percy’s badassery.

This sweet and wonderful child doesn't need anybody's permission or reassurance, he simply though: 'Wow, there is my opportunity to go to the underworld, my mother must be there, to hell with Hades, I will make him give her back!"

He basically thought she was dead and still planned on getting her back anyways!!!

As we have seem during the duel with the Minotaur, when given proper motivation (or simply when pissed off and/or desperate enough) Percy is absolutely unhinged.

He takes no shits from anyone, god, monster, or whatever else.

It just feels a bit weird to see Percy Jackson yelling ‘no’ to a quest.

And feels like Percy's determination and intelligence are diminished because he did not come upon the idea of saving Sally on his own.

- Also, since when does Percy have a sense of self-preservation, aahahaha he could have really used a bit more of that in the books

Overall 7/10 so far

One point off for the removal of Percy's grand refusal to accept death and his brilliant sneaky plan to attempt bringing his mother back from the underworld while the quest for the Masterbolt provides a valid reason to go there. Seriously, this was perfectly devious in the books. He kept the idea to himself and simply nursed a plan to basically bring his mother back from the dead all on his own.

One point off for Luke’s scar being tiny. Everything else appearance wise is not important cause the actors are great. But not giving Luke the proper huge scar is a cosmetic decision that I do not condone

And one extra point off for Gabe saying please and having redeeming human features, as well as Sally actually wanting to watch the game with him, I could not imagine she would have ever wanted to do anything with Smelly Gabe, no no no no no

All in all, this is great so far, I need more with urgency.

Thank you for reading this much 💚

[hardcore-direwolf]

As we know, not every single character we grew up learning has been appreciated in comic books and television shows.

For example, Blisstina Utonium from the reboot of the Powerpuff Girls for taking Bunny's purple color, being a different race, and having blue hair.

I watched the music video to "Neva Play" By Megan Thee Stallion & RM of BTS when it first debuted on YouTube for inspirations for the romance between two characters in my YJ fanfictions.

I decided to give Raquel Ervin aka Rocket this kind of special treatment where she'll be like half-Genesisian, her journey with Orion got my attention and I know a black queen like Megan Thee Stallion does anime cosplay.

For starters, the first thing is the haircut to the hairstyle cause this queen's gonna need a glow-up.

Megan's neon blue wig in the video fits well for the length and style for the Cosmic Defender, and Blisstina's bright cyan hair would make Rocket look cosmic as a galaxy so far away in that brilliant color to paint our Sky Gal in a new light.

Next up is her irises, Blisstina was meant to have violet irises in the show to match the teal hair and chose to do that cause cyan goes well with purple.

I found a few DeviantArt sketches of Rocket having violet eyes and purple streaks, which fits the concept of her aura...thank you ActionKiddy for drawing your version out.

While concepting that into Rocket, I stumbled upon a comic book involving our black queen fighting two white Karens and using elemental powers that gave me this idea...Avatar Korra.

Korra has elemental bending, purified spirits, does pro-bending, fought Equalists, and has a god mode in the form of the Avatar State...this will fit perfectly for Raquel.

Her full Genesisian form is bright teal hair, her natural cocoa skin, and neon violet eyes with butterfly tattoos and bands on bands of lean.

Since Rocket was given a Terminan tech by her adopted father Icon, this also gives me time to grant our black queen some metahuman superpowers like Blisstina Utonium and make her a Powerpuff Girl as a cameo to tribute the franchise from Cartoon Network.

That's right guys, why not give her a family by adoption with Icon and Chieftess...a Terminan man and an Amazonian woman.

Arnus and Nubia fit perfectly for good parenting figures to Rocket, even training her and taking her in as their own child.

I went on Earth-27 Fandom for details on Nubia to see the full description and saw her human name...Candace Osei.

Nubia will be combined with Storm to form the Amazon Goddess of Weather and let her teach Rocket how to use her powers for good.

I combined the full inspiration with Kida from "Atlantis", the whole plan is to fuse Storm and Kida to get a warrior princess with weather powers that becomes a secondary mentor for Rocket.

Augustus and Candace was shown to be dating at Earh-27 Fandom, though we know Icon lost his wife Estelle Jackson in a tragedy.

Here's where I met by "Neva Play", I love RM so much and his voice makes me feel like I'm in love...don't you BTS fans agree?

Matt's half South Korean by his mother Urania | Elizabeth Sung and he's an Osmosian by his father Ragnarok | Curtis Blackwell.

The lethal combination of Sunder, Ragnarok, Aggregor, and Sasuke's Cursed Seal of Heaven form at level two will help me do this trick cause this boy got a serpent tongue of an albino white-horned viper with deadly snake venom that gives his fans a forbidden love bite by a kiss of death.

The webbed hands and feet with black clawed nails, the deep shadow rings circling around each sunken eye, the notorious facial scars, the dark matte blue lips, the dark gray skin tone, the bright red irises with light yellow sclera, the wings on their backs that matched their hands, the forked snake tongue with venom as his aphrodisiac saliva to trap any prey as an apex predator, the vampiric canines acting as sharp fangs, four small flesh-colored horns on their foreheads, the long black to white hair, the hulking muscular bodies, and much more.

Matt has a chin scar in a form of a cross and Curtis has a nose scar in the form of a star.

Matt wears Sunder's metallic mask with two black indentions around both of his eyes to match his hero suit, which was an inspiration to the Rooters and Sunder himself.

He wore the short-sleeved black Amalgam Kid armor with black fingerless gloves, spiked shoulder straps, spiked wrist bands, gray holsters on both sides of his spiked belt, with three metal straps around both of his upper legs, his famous padlock necklace, black combat boots with thick metal soles and accents, and have metal piercings and snake tattoos.

I changed his name from Nathaniel to Matthias by reading a profile from , because I have to combine my OMC Onslaught member with two villains...Neutron & See-More.

The first name "Matthias" came from three major inspirations, the first one will be Dracula's former alias in "Castlevania"...Matthias Cronvqist, the second will be Beast Boy's slacker cousin Matthew Kevin Logan, and the last reason is a commission made by AMTModollas on DeviantArt about Matthias "Matt" Logan aka Corvus of the Blue Lantern Corps.

I love how DeviantArt user "glassheartgurl" made her second OC Beren in the OG Teen Titans art style, he reminds me so much of Goth Boy, and I want to put a tribute down for him on Matt by using his suit inspired by Robin's arc as Deathstroke's apprentice...all black and no hints of orange, the belt with the red icon on the buckle, let Matt have black to white hair in an ombre color scheme, and just keep Sunder's mask to bring out the metallic accents on it.

His full name has officially been turned into Aggregor | Matthias "Matt" Kevin Blackwell aka Amalgam, his father is Ragnarok | Curtis Devin Blackwell aka Shift [Portrayed As Devin Levin], his mother is Urania | Elizabeth "Elise" Sung aka Dynamite [Portrayed As Elizabeth Levin], his uncle is Greithoth | Rufus Hector Blackwell aka Bunker [Portrayed As Van Kleiss], his aunt is Titania | Magdalene "Maddie" Levin aka Atomica [Portrayed As Black Knight], and his cousin is Skirn | Lauren "Laura" Nevaeh Blackwell aka Breach [Portrayed As Circe].

The names before the "|" are their Osmosian names...birth and honorary, I decided to put Carl Creed & Mary MacPherran's aliases to Matt's other family members...thank you Marvel Comics for these kinds of variants.

I then added two villains that's been defeated by Kevin in UAF...Aggregor and Ragnarok, and it was perfect for the full concept between metahumans from "DC Comics" and the retconned Osmosians from "Ben 10: UAF".

The last name "Blackwell" comes from Element Woman's surname from DC Comics, which gave me the plan of an unstable chemical mutation by a gene bomb filled with mutagen and alien DNA that turns him into the super-freak...a dynamite rather than a bombshell.

That will fit for S3 with a blend of UAF S4, this would bring out mental problems for insanity and an unquenchable thirst for absolute power.

His username when he's gaming and racing is "Kev 11", the reason behind it is to bring out the qualities of my character portrayal, and it's working out really well in my opinion.

I let Metamorpho be his mentor for having matter manipulation, elemental shapeshifting, molecular reconstruction, chemical transmutation, and energy absorption...it fits well cause look at this image below of these two men in their merged forms they can revert by their elemental mutations as retconned Osmosians without having any shapeshifting limitations aka disappearing consequences by an ancient radioactive meteorite called the Orb of Ra within the God's Eye Pyramid.

Metamorpho is dubbed as the Elemental Powerhouse, and Matt will be dubbed as the Chemical Dynamite.

There's many elemental compounds in a wide variety in the periodic table, giving me faith on chemistry classes and modern science whenever it comes down to bringing in superpowers or metagenes...occurring naturally in an immortal's human body like Metamorpho's developmental states of solid, liquid, gas, metallic, plasma, and much more...atomic theory won't stop pleasing me when it comes down to mixtures.

Dwayne McDuffie did a great job with that concept and giving me some hope to create this kind of OMC...may this legend rest in peace for his famous works.

Do you guys agree that Matt fits well as Rex's protege?

For the concept of a yellow component from Osmosia, it has to be metallic like pure gold and from the meteorite radiation as a star...I chose the Yellow Star to put an inspiration on DNAngels.

If you've seen the previous post, I'm doing this technique with classical elements and picking four main characters to be captured as DNAngels.

I picked the Red Sun for Superboy, the Blue Moon for Wonder Girl, the Green Comet for Starfire by the Starheart, and the Yellow Star for Amalgam by the Godseye.

The next post will be redone, but is edited by a former one...I'm using my brain and other knowledge to form concepts on this particular kind of matter.

Sayonara guys!

[beabnormal24]

7, 56 + russainz? 👀

Florist + Awful first meeting

Uuuh, you’re immediately going to understand what I am referring to.

[TW: Very very very very small injury, not deeply described]

It’s George’s mum birthday and he thinks that, as an adult living on his own and with his own income, the best gift is a flower bouquet, right?

That’s what people his age usually get for their mothers, even Alex assured him so, Lando, too, but it’s not like he trusts Lando that much.

It’s also just his luck that it happens to be on a Saturday, which means that he can get those flowers in the shop near his apartment block, a recent opening that he has been ogling at for weeks but never really had the chance to get inside because, you know, George is not the type to go into a shop and not buy anything.

That would be extremely awkward and very off putting for his carefully curated manners.

It’s just his luck, as well, that the florist is one of the most good looking guys George has had the fortune to lay his eyes on, all sharp angles and tan skin and a warm look in his eyes that gets a sparkle of excitement when George mentions he is looking for a gift for his mother.

Carlos, as the florist introduces himself, seems very passionate about his stuff, talking non-stop about how the bright pink of camelias is just the right choice to give the right personality to the arrangement, and how he is sad that most people ignore the power of mimosas combinations.

George has no idea what the hell he is talking about, but he nods and listens attentively, mostly because Carlos had a very deep voice, a thick accent and certain nasal tone to it that keeps George interested, and also a way of explaining things that not even his best high school professor could match.

Distantly, George thinks how ridiculous of him it would be to just try his luck a little bit more and ask Carlos for his number, he rather thinks that Carlos’ voice would sound even more beautiful over a candlelight dinner, where George could take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

The very same knuckles that are suddenly brushing against a stem, and knocking on the hard wood of his working table.

It makes a very loud thud, very loud, and Carlos hisses immediately after, clutching at his hand for a second as he chuckles to himself. “Ah, that was a hard one.”

Yeah, George noticed that. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Carlos smiles like nothing happened, all straight teeth and a jutting full bottom lip that George can’t help but think about biting for a single, insane, moment. “Nah, it happens all the time in this line of work, don’t worry. See? These are all scars of hard work.”

And then Carlos is thrusting a hand in George’s face, indeed covered in little white scars hidden by a thick layer of black hair, like small glinting stars in the night sky.

But the finger closer to George’s gaze, the one that Carlos just stubbed against the desk, doesn’t seem to be doing as good as he mentioned, rather turning purple under a perfectly manicured nail, a small trickle of blood flowing down the side of his digit.

And there is a reason why George did not become a doctor like his parents wanted him to.

“George, are you ok?”

George doesn’t answer him, or maybe he does, he wouldn’t really know when everything is suddenly becoming blurry and his back is hitting the floor.

Fainting in front of the hottest man alive because of an injury that was not even of himself, exactly the best way to show his character.

[torialefay]

Hey- I'm willing to respond to your DM's soon but I had a random thought and wanted to ask because I love simping over Chris with my other babygirls.

What have been your favourite looks of Chris?

For me- and this is honestly with all of my fave idols.

I always think they look their best with their natural, dark hair. I find their skin just glows a lot more than with other dyed colours.

So I'm always and forever going to be on team dark-haired Chris and my fave is obvs curly-haired Chris but those are far and few in-between b/c he's mentioned on bubble he prefers having straight hair.

The all-black outfits are my personal fave, they just scrape my love for the grunge aesthetic so perfectly.

He's the only 26 year old man that can call himself 'daddy' and identify as an alpha wolf and I'm like

'Yep- he deserves to be called that. He lives up to the title'

I AGREE WITH THIS 100%.

i know a lot of people are on the blonde chan train (and it's probably my third fav), but his hair is 100% cutest when it's dark. either his natural brown or black.

i think chan is a winter??? idk i'm not good at color analysis, but i truly think he is bc he just looks so GOOD in dark black (more than like a muted black, although that's good too). but when he does wear colors, i think he pops in "royal" jewel tones. like a royal purple looks so fucking good on him. that's why i think if his hair isn't dark, i think he suits the purple & blue a lot! it won't let me add any more pics to this post (10 pic limit 😞), but i'm thinking maniac era chan with the blue hair, purple top, and black pants... it was immaculate 😮‍💨

and idk i love him in his tight-ish fit clothes just bc it outlines his body shape so well, BUT i also think he looks so cute in just his everyday lounge attire. like just his hoodies & shorts. there's just something about it that reminds me of everyone i grew up this. it makes him feel so familiar... and like such a "dude's dude" as well.

i think a lot of the reason we may like him in the darker clothes is bc... idk it just matches his face??? idk how to describe it, but he just has a more masculine face. like he LOOKS like a bad boy. he just does. and even though he's such a sweetie, those clothes bring that part of his personality out more.

and when you think about it, he's kind of bringing out a fantasy in all of us. the "bad boy" who is actually very sweet to you.... idk ab you, but i got into trouble when i was younger bc i wanted a lil bad boy, but then they were always the actual worst. but w chan, you get the bad boy aesthetic with a heart of gold. fulfilling all of our desires ughhhh 😭😭

p.s. other v much contrasting thought is FNF chan. idk something ab that just did it for me

[eggcompany]

Casgasms 1

After the best day of his life/ the best date of his life Cas finally lets Dean eat him out. Dean does not disappoint. Trans!Castiel.

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Castiel was having the best day of his life. He went on a date to the aquarium, (which he had never been to and oh my GOD he loved it! They spent four hours there) he got to hold his boyfriend’s hand for hours, he got to eat at his favorite diner and got his favorite thing for dinner (a hamburger and a vanilla milkshake and some fries). He was so happy! His boyfriend planned the whole day for their one year anniversary. Dean. Castiel loved him so much.

Castiel didn’t know how or why but they really just fell into each other's laps. Dean being a mechanics student who also had an interest in comics and books, and Castiel who was the computer business nerd who spent all day in the library. They had met and talked for hours about books and comics almost everyday for weeks. Then Dean asked him out and one thing led to another. Dean graduated and started working in the mechanics garage in downtown near the apartment they rent together and Cas works at a little convenience store after class. They matched up perfectly.

Cas was even happier when they got back to their apartment and Dean started kissing him. It started heavy. Dean’s tongue diving into Cas’s willing mouth. Dean shoved Cas against their closed door and crowded close to him. Cas could feel the heat of Dean’s erection even with the layers between them. Then the mechanicals callused wandering hands pushed Cas’s jacket off his shoulders. Cas pulled off Dean’s jacket and shirt.

Dean pulled him to the couch and unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it off. Cas loves feeling his chest against Dean’s ever since he got his top surgery at the very beginning of their relationship. He didn’t quite like Dean touching his scars as they were still tender but he loves just feeling skin on skin. He loved feeling Dean’s smooth skin against his. Dean’s lack of chest hair made him feel quite good about himself to be honest.

Dean took a minute to kiss and suck at Cas’s collarbones and nip his way down to the edge of Cas’s jeans. He sucked down between Cas’s chest scars and kissed across Cas’s fuzzy tummy and nuzzled into the dark happy trail below. Dean took his belt in his hand and looked Cas in the eyes. “Babe, can I...” Dean trailed off hoping Cas knew what he wanted.

Cas looked at him, god he looked good. Blushing down his chest and breathing heavy. Cas’s eyes were blown big, barely a blue ring showing. He looked ethereal with the way his eyes seemed to glow. Dean loved this man and boy oh boy he wanted Cas to know it.

“What?” Cas said when he caught up on what was happening. Dean was laying on his stomach in between his legs holding onto his belt. Oh. Dean wanted to. Oh. “Uh um I uh yeah. Yeah. Yes Dean.” Cas looked and Dean looked ecstatic.

Dean quickly unbuckled Cas’s belt and pulled it apart to in bottom and unzip Cas’s jeans.

“Are you sure Cas? Cause I dunno if I can stop once I start. Just kick me if you change your mind, babe” Dean said as he undid his own jeans. Just to let the pressure off his own cock.

“Yes Dean. I trust you. I mean I’ve fucked you, it only makes sense for me to let you do this. I’m quite excited already.” Cas said in that serious tone that makes Dean giggle a bit.

Dean quickly pulled Cas’s jeans and his briefs down. Dean was about to comment on the adorable bumble bee pattern on Cas’s briefs but as he pulled them down his breath caught in his throat.

He’d seen Cas’s... bits. They had showered together and changed in front of each other and of course he’s seen cas masturdate but he’d never seen it like this. Never seen it up close.

Cas’s ‘thing’ was... what was Dean supposed to call this anyway.

“Uh Cas what do you want me to uh call this? It? Um...” Dean gestured to the absolute meal in front of him.

“It’s my pussy Dean. I don’t have a lot of bottom dysphoria so... pussy.” Cas said and blushed harder. He never really thought to call it anything else. Cunt was too harsh. Vagina was too… formal. Hole was what he used to call it but he didn’t like that.

Dean looked back at the pussy in front of him.

Perfectly perfect. Dark back hair framed the shining wet folds between. Cas was wet and glistening and pink and fat. God Cas looked so good. Dean only stared for a little bit more before he got to work. He couldn’t hold back.

Dean licked right up the middle of Cas’s pussy. Automatically Cas clamped his thighs together around Dean and moaned loudly.

‘I’m never leaving. This is heaven. Squishy thighs. Fuzzy thighs. Smells good tastes good fuck looks good. Never leaving.’

Cas felt so soft and squishy and warm and he was practically melting on Dean’s tongue. So warm and soft and his lips were squishy against Dean’s face. Dean didn’t mind the hair, not when he could feel Cas throbbing.

Dean thought as he sucked and licked and ate out Cas with vigor. When he sucked on Cas’s clit Cas’s back arched and his hands twisted into Dean’s hair. Dean’s face was soaked. Cas was soaking wet and god he tasted good. Tasted like pure Cas. When Dean twisted his tongue into the throbbing entrance, Cas screamed out a loud groan.

“FUCK! Yes Dean yesyesyesyes fuck fuck yes god yes Dean Dean Dean deandeandeandeandeandean-“ Cas started rambling. Dean just alternates between sucking on Cas’s clit and pushing his tongue into his hot tight heat.

Cas was in heaven. Dean’s stubble was burning his thighs, Dean’s teeth were rubbing against him, he was sucking on his clit, and when he was tongue fucking Cas his nose brushed Cas’s clit.

Cas started to really pull and hold onto Dean’s hair and his thighs tightened around Dean’s head.

“Fuck fuck Deanie! Oh fuck I’m gonna come! Dean I’m gonna come! Fuck fuck I’m soooooo close!” Cas said very loudly and Dean doubled down. He sucked and licked and then he hummed. It felt good when Cas hummed while sucking him off so maybe it would feel good. It did. It felt really did.

“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT DEAN!” Cas screamed before he came. Dean was never happier having his hair ripped out of his head. He licked up the pearly white of Cas’s cum. He licked and sucked softly as Cas came down. When Cas’s thighs went lax with the rest of his body and his hands fell from Dean’s head, Dean stopped.

Cas looked so fucked out. It was awesome. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were just barely brimmed with tears, and his face showed pure ecstasy.

Dean sat up so he could jerk his achingly hard cock. It took him a grand total of six strokes to cum. He came on Cas’s thigh and the dark haired man didn’t even notice. Cas was still floating somewhere near Mars.

“Fuck Cas... that was... you are... good. Really good.” Dean said as he sat back on his heels. He tucked his soft cock back in his underwear. He kinda felt bad for Cas. He just laid there naked with his own cum and Dean’s cum drying on him and the insides of his thighs were rubbed raw from Dean’s stubble. Cas looked at Dean.

“I’m wet and cold. But fuck... your gonna have to shave next time. As there will ABSOLUTELY be a next time.” Cas sat up and looked down at himself. He smiled and looked at Dean. Dean smiled back at him and laughed. He laughed and Cas laughed at what they just did.

“Is it romantic of me to say my boyfriend gave me road rash on my puss?” Cas said through his giggles. That threw them both into another laughing fit.

“It’s not that bad! It's mostly on your thighs... okay maybe a little bit but I made you cum so we’re even!” Dean said as he looked at Cas’s crotch. There was a bit of rubbed raw skin on his labia but oh well, he’ll shave next time and buy cas some lotion or something.

“C'mon dude we have to get you cleaned up.” Dean said as he stood up and finished taking his own pants off. Cas looked at him for a moment.

“First of all do not call me dude when your tongue was just inside of me. And secondly, carry me.” Cas made grabby hands at Dean and Dean of course carried his boyfriend like a princess.

“Your fucking heavy.”

“You love me”

“I do”

[destinygoldenstar]

Fusing Total Drama Characters In Sims 4 (Part 1)

I’m fusing Total Drama characters in Sims 4 using the genetic mechanic.

Why?

I don’t flipping know. Why not?

I’m gonna do EVERY pairing possible. This post is just gonna be however long Tumblr allows for images.

So let’s just get into it.

I’m using my own TD Sims for this. They’re in the Gallery if you want them. As well as all these pairings and sims that get generated. So what you want.

Owen + Gwen

Here’s my Owen Sim. Here’s my Gwen Sim.

I tried to make them as show accurate as possible. So they have the shows… odd proportions.

That’s kinda what I like about Gen 1’s designs. They’re so odd, you know. You remember them. Even if they look really weird. You remember them.

Also, these sims are mod-less. I don’t use CC. So anyone can use these if you have the game. Don’t worry about that.

Im gonna use the genetics mechanic. If you don’t know, it’s the ‘Play With Genetics’ option. It’s gonna take the DNA of both these sims and make a new sim. Im gonna select both of these sims and have the ‘create their child’ setting. And Im gonna age the sim they generate up into a teen.

Im gonna do a boy and a girl.

Let’s see what Sims comes up with…

OH… MY GOD…

Yeah I already regret this 😂

I mean I will give it this… they have personality.

They’re both blonde. But assuming Gwen’s hair is dyed I’m not surprised. At least the girl has some of her facial structure… and eyeshadow? I think??

I randomized their names and two personality traits too.

The boys name is Iker. He’s lacrosse intolerant & active.

The girls name is Hana. She’s materialistic & an animal enthusiast.

The materialistic trait SCREAMS Total Drama.

Owen + Heather

I think my Heather Sim is my best of these that I made.

I tried to give her a hairstyle that combines her hairstyles throughout the show. Considering she changes about every season. And I think this one looks superb on her.

Plus I’ve always headcanoned that as an adult she’d have her hair in a bob cut like this.

So let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay.

That boy is literally just Owen again. It’s down to a T. He has a tanner skin shade though and idk where that came from

They’re both blonde. So Owen clearly has the dominant hair color. I kinda wish the girl resembled Heather a bit more.

The boys name is Darrin. He’s a foodie & erratic. (Again, Owen down to a T)

The girls name is Roxana. She’s squeamish & a geek. (Her name is pretty, but that’s an odd trait choice for this setup)

Owen + Duncan

This genetic mechanic also works for ANY Sim pairing.

What’s great about the sims is the complete lack of LGBT limitations. Especially this version.

Say what you want about Sims 4. This is refreshing compared to other games.

Okay, let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay, not what I expected.

I can’t tell if the boy is more Owen or Duncan. I’d say he looks perfectly in the middle.

I love that he randomly got generated with the nose piercing XD

The girl just straight up does not resemble Duncan AT ALL. She looks way too wholesome of a person. I mean, I guess the bow matches his eyes, but other than that. (She also has lipstick)

The boys name is Sage. He’s a geek and self absorbed.

The girls name is Ciera. She’s a dance machine & good.

Now I know she REALLY doesn’t resemble Duncan. She’s a wholesome character according to the game.

Also, the game decided her name was Ciera… I mean it’s spelled differently I guess.

Owen + Leshawna

I will say Leshawna is probably the sim I’m the least happy about when designing. Idk why she just doesn’t give her vibe, you know? I tried.

Let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay, WOW

I’m gonna say it. I’m IN LOVE with the girl. This girls looks SO FASHIONABLE. I can’t. That’s too good.

The boy is kinda whatever. Why he has a bun, idk. But he’s way more of a slob I feel XD

Their skin tone seems to be a mixed race. Leaning more towards Leshawna. Which I do like and prefer.

The girls name is Marina. She’s good & a perfectionist.

Again. Love her.

The boys name is Marcelo. He’s a dog lover & a vegetarian.

Owen + Geoff

This is the last one for today.

I think this one is gonna look the most similar out of all of them. Just cause these two look so similar already.

Let’s see what Sims comes up with…

Okay…

The boy? Absolute TRAINWRECK of a design. I’m sorry. This body type? The short shoulders? The complete mismatch? NO. AND they absolutely botched his facial structure.

The girl looks okay. She looks pretty casual. I like that she’s more plus sized. She also has this dyed hair. If you can see the ends of her hair are more pale. I like that.

The boys name is Trevor. He’s an overachiever & romantic.

Really? With THAT face is he gonna find love?

The girls name is Jacqueline. She’s an insider & a music lover.

Alright. That’s all for now. I’ll do more pairings if you want.

Say these generated sims were on a team on a show. What’s their team name?

[joylinda-hawks]

It must be admitted looking at some of the photos that ZZH is a real phenomenon on stage. He loves the stage and the stage loves him. The camera and the camera love ZZH in the same way. ZZH on stage, while singing or playing a role, feels as if he was born on this stage. As if the stage was created for him, and he was only supposed to shine with his talent on it. The second half of May 2021. ZZH's live performance in the program. During this performance, ZZH sang not only songs from the WOH series, but also his own compositions. So he had another opportunity to boast not only his beautiful velvety vocals, but also the fact that he has his own songs in his portfolio. Those that are a reflection of himself. His songs are like him, multidimensional, subtle and with time with a deeper message. Here we can see what outfits ZZH preferred during public performances, especially in 2021. ZZH focused on timeless classics. Even if the outfit he wore during the performance was not a classic suit, his outfit was always deeply thought out. We never saw him in any strange elements such as feathers or wings, or exposing his own body too much. ZZH knew that the stage on which he sings is not a place to parade without clothes. It means a lack of respect for the audience. ZZH knew that if he achieves success, he must present himself appropriately. Because it affects his image and reception not only by fans, but also by companies with which he could establish cooperation. No self-respecting international company, whether a fashion house or from another industry, will establish cooperation with a person who does not care about their image, or whose image deviates far from accepted standards. In 2021, many global companies appreciated ZZH's class and style. That is why even when performing live in front of an audience, ZZH opted for a classic light, double-breasted suit. To make this styling not so monotonous, he chose a light shirt with a print in various shades of green and white sports shoes. The suit is made of a checkered material, which is also a nice change from the standard suits. The light, warm colours perfectly match ZZH's skin tone, maybe they don't stand out so sharply, but they work wonderfully not only with ZZH's skin, but also with his dark brown hair. In the chosen photo, ZZH stands in front of the audience and holds a microphone in his hand, he probably finished singing one of the songs from WOH, because this is suggested by the background, dark with visible lanterns. We can see a small smile on ZZH's face, this is perhaps the moment when the audience thanks him for his performance and he enjoys this applause. This shows us what ZZH really is like, he is not an artificial person, he knows how to behave on stage and establish contact with the audience.

[undefined-humanoid]

There is ONE THING

Only one

That I want

A big man, big big boy. In all black. And a mask. And like he's so big and so man and deeeeeep voice like a demon but deeper with the fucking r a s p sent from hell and like he hates everyone. And like he's scary. And he's also the most kind person and he tells me I'm his pretty girl, his good girl, I'm so funny and cute and he loves me so so much. And his hands are like a bears paw, and his favorite place to put them is in my hair, or my neck, or my chin. To make me look at him while he tells me he loves me so so much. And he's strong, stronger than me stronger than all the gods and all the mountains and he's so gentle. And he's so very gentle with me. He's so scared he might hurt me. Because to him I'm precious and idk ig I've never been precious to anyone before. I mean I'm 5'6" and I'm big and im strong and I can take care of myself because I'm an independent woman. But sometimes independent women want to be taken care of too. But I want to take care of him, I want him to lay his head on my chest or in my lap during a movie and I want to play with his hair that he's always complaining about being in his eyes even though I think it's gorgeous. I want to cook him food and no matter how bad it is he smiles and tells me it's amazing. I want to make him stupid little beaded bracelets that say "#1 sharter" with rainbow beads and I want him to love it just as much as I love him. He wears it even though it does n o t match his outfit. I want to need him and I want him to need me, I don't want to be to clingy anymore and I don't want to be to stupid or to loud. I wanna get kicked out of an ace hardware with him cause we walked around laughing at nothing, and everything, for two hours. I want him to make me a ring out of soda tabs and propose to me in a waffle house at three in the morning. And I wanna elope that same day. He insists I wear that little pink dress I always thought looked awful on me but ever since he came around I feel a whole lot prettier in it. I wanna get matching tattoos with him. Of a goose holding a knife. And I want to hold his hand in the tattoo place while the artist is working on me and I want him to tell me "you're doing so good, I'm so proud of you" because it's my first tat even though hes covered in them. And I want to take him to the mall and show him off to everyone because he is my dream. And I want to be his dream. I want to be everything he's ever wanted. I also want him to exist. Sometimes I want to exist less just to think about him. I want to sink into the walls of my room, and wonder, and imagine and make stories about him. This impossible perfect man.

This man that even if he did exist would never look at a girl like me. If he existed he'd look at the pretty girls. Not me. He'd look at the dainty little things with their waist length hair bleached from root to tipped into a perfect platinum blonde, who's shirts are always so perfectly fitting. He wouldn't look at me, I'm not dainty. I'm not pretty. And I'm not blonde.

But I don't want to be dainty, and I don't want to be blonde. I like being strong, I like being able to take care of myself. I don't want to be skinny, I'd get cold to easily and if I wasn't strong who would keep my guy friends' egos in check. And blonde? Not with my skin tone, I'm perfectly happy with my dark honey brown hair with the golden bits bleached ever so slightly from the sun and my streaks of neon pink. And what if I didn't want to wear a tight shirt or that stupid fucking pink dress. A hoodie has never done me wrong. But then why, even if I know I'm pretty, do I feel like a abomination. Girls are supposed to be short and small, and please sir can you help me carry this, it's a bit to heavy for me. Girls are supposed to wear that cute little white sundress that drives all the boys wild. And heels never hurt to a real girl. A real girl has clear skin and no double chin and no fat on her tummy. She's perfect and fragile and thin and I would kill to be her. But I'm not so I suppose I'll continue with my meandering thoughts and let my mind tell me that no. You're not ugly, you're not fat you're not gross you're just as perfect and pretty as those blondes. But I'm not. And no matter how much I tell myself that the impossible man is real, and I just need to find him. He's not either.