#anyways love him he has a glitter tattoo

[thatseadog]

Finally finished the Chip trolls design !! (+Trying out a new brush in the right corner doodle)

His hair functions/moves like fire!! It doesn't necessarily look the most colorful in its natural state but once he uses it, it springs to life with glitter and colors

(Trolls lore accurate Chip backstory in the reblogs because I'm really normal)

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

John "Soap" Mactavish aka Johnny, aka Scotland forever

Headcanons

Absolute baby. Loves to pamper himself and be pampered.

High confidence club.

Passionate and spicy boy.

Loves sports, his country, his teammates, his family (even if they don't support him) and eveeything fluffy.

"Look at that spider, LT. Wavin' at me." *goes to touch it* "Johnny, no!"

Casually flirting and getting people flustered.

Thickening his accent when he gets mad, or when he feels mischievous.

And he feels mischievous...a lot.

Prankmaster ft. Roach and Gaz.

Throwing slumber parties for the taskforce and wearing Superman pj's

Gets his nails done with Price. Draws small cigars on his nails without the captain noticing.

Doodles a lot.

If he likes you, you WILL KNOW.

This man does not hide. No. He jumps straight in. Slides into you irl like the slickest mf he is.

Lots of staring, impressing and lurking around. You are almost always in the same room as him.

He tries being subtle, but is staring so intensly you are grateful he doesn't have laser vision.

Crafts bombs out of everything. From military to glitter ones.

Takes on bets, challenges and wins them every time.

Zero bullying policy.

Loves PDA and long kisses.

Dreams of a farm in the countryside.

If he allows you to call him Johnny, you best know that he is practically yours.

Deeply emotional.

Stubborn af.

Bit of a child, not like a man child.

Involved as a partner. Also, respectful of boundaries.

Please, avoid giving Soap too much chocolate or he will bounce off the walls.

Has a LOTS of energy anyway and is always horny. especially for you

Captain Mactavish

headcanons

Don't talk to him before his morning coffee.

Mr. Stealyourgirl

Funniest guy in the room

Confident, passionate and cocky af.

Bit grumpy at times.

Calmer than the sergant. Definitely silent, petty and vengeful anger though. Deadly...

Has a farm on the countryside, but stays in an small apartment in the city most times.

Never married, but would like to have a wife, maybe some kids.

Staring captain.

Enjoys self care and giving Price waffle sticks that looks like cigars.

Has several tattoos and piercings. Not visible when he has his clothes on.

Loves chocolate. Often walk around base munching on a bar.

Is forward with expressing his feelings and will flirt with you at any given moment.

Powe play? If you are into it.

Will spoil you rotten and knock you up as soon as you express desire for babies.

Bit jealous and handsy.

Is a great cock...I mean cook. Hehe *cough* autocorrect

Will teach you how to fight and how to use guns. Non negotiable.

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 33

Part 32

A kiss had never driven Steve so crazy. Never in his life had he ever spent so long thinking about something as simply as a kiss. But it wasn’t just one kiss, was it? For one thing, there had been several until they’d been interrupted by the children. And for another, each one had felt more meaningful than the last. More heated too. Eddie had rushed them back to the castle like he couldn’t wait to get Steve in bed.

They never did find out what the boys had been doing out so late, but maybe that was for the better. The heat of summer was getting to them all and so it was planned to have an outing at Lover’s Lake. Typically a royal going onto an outing like this meant the entire court coming along. It meant several carriages and even more servants to wait on them hand and foot.

But Steve should have known that Eddie wouldn’t put on any airs like that; that he was the type to choose only the bare essentials. So the lot of them piled up into a wagon, a couple of baskets of food, snacks, and refreshments to tithe them over until they returned to the castle.

“Why is it called Lover’s Lake anyway?”, Steve asked.

“Because legend tells of two loves who couldn’t be together, so they drowned themselves to be with each other”, Dustin said with a ghastly smile.

“That’s not the story”, Lucas argued. “Two lovers came from the lake. One made of moss, the other of water.”

“I heard two people were so in love, their passion created the lake”, Robin said.

“I was always told it was a bunch of people”, Will said. “Not just two.”

“Stories can change over time”, Eddie said from the front where he drove the horses. They got to the lake shortly after that. The surface glittered in the sunshine. And they weren’t the only ones enjoying the cool water. There were a couple of boats down the way, fishermen. Although it was clear even from a distance that they were doing so for leisure. The boys wasted no time tearing their shirts off and stripping down to their swimming shorts.

El and Max took their time, choosing instead to head off for a shady area under a tree. Steve couldn’t tell what they were doing, but it looked like serious business. Robin was already lounging with a nice, cool drink and Steve was about to join her when he saw Eddie heading for the water. He too had stripped down and Steve was struck by the fact that this was the first time he’d ever seen Eddie in a real state of undress. His chest, arms, and back were visible and they were covered in tattoos.

Most of his body seemed to be covered in black vines. They branched this way and that and at the end of each branch was something new and different. Steve was mesmerized. He didn’t realize that he was until Robin reached over with a stick and poked at his cheek.

“Sorry, I was trying to close that gaping hole in your face.”

Steve glared at her but he didn’t know what he was more perturbed by - her making fun of him or her interrupting his staring.

“I was also trying to wipe the drool off.”

“With a stick?”, Steve asked, trying to wipe his face without being obvious.

“I’m not touching your drool with my bare hands.”

Steve rolled his eyes and went back to watching Eddie as he went into the water. His skin was pale under the sunlight and Steve worried he might burn if he was out for too long. Was he like the demobeasts in that regard? He must have better tolerance, able to even be in the light at the height of summer at all while the others hibernated in dark caves.

He watched as Eddie dipped below the surface and then came back up, his hair draped over his face. He used his hands to brush it back and damn, Steve might actually be drooling now. 

“He’s…”, Steve trailed off, not having the words.

“I can’t believe our king has reduced you to speechlessness. In a good way”, Robin said. She looked up to view Eddie and only saw a wet dog where Steve saw beauty and power.

Finally, Steve couldn’t take it anymore and he prepared to take to the water. Will was distracting Mike when Lucas dunked him in the lake. Immediately after, Dustin breached to knock Lucas off balance. Eddie was wading at a distance, making sure they didn’t get too wild, when he noticed Steve stepping in from the shore.

Immediately, Eddie’s mouth got dry, watching Steve enter like something from his dreams. He didn’t wade through the water so much as the lake caressed his body. Before he knew it, he was moving towards the prince.

“Hey there”, Steve smiled.

“Hello, little prince”, Eddie smiled right back as they got nearly chest to chest. 

Steve’s hands found his under the water and Eddie brought them up out of it to kiss both sets of knuckles. For a moment, the screeching of children at play were distant. They didn’t even notice El and Max diving in with a splash. All they could see were each other’s eyes and the droplets of water shining on them both. 

“Can I tell you something?”, Steve whispered in the small space between them.

“Anything, always”, Eddie’s voice was soft, not wanting to break the moment.

“I’m still thinking about our kiss, from that night.”

“As if I could ever forget. My dreams are sewn with the sweetness of you. It permeates my every thought. If I could go without breathing, I would, just to keep your lips on mine.”

“You don’t know what your words do to me”, Steve ducked his head. “When you talk it’s like…it’s as if you take my words away from me just to return them.”

Eddie’s hand came up to grip the back of his neck, “If that is the truth, then I should give them all back. For I am no thief.”

Their foreheads came together and Steve blinked, taking just a second to savor him. And also to glance around and remind himself of their surroundings.

“What are you thinking about, my joy?”

“I am thinking of the fact that we must have eyes on us.”

“Then let them bear witness to our affections.”

“Hey! We can and will douse you with water!”, Mike reminded from afar.

Eddie snickered, letting his hands move up from Steve’s neck to further up into his scalp. “Sounds like they’re warning us off.”

“It sounds to me like they’re itching to splash us anyway. So it wouldn’t make a different whether you kissed me or not.”

Eddie’s eyes got bright. “Oh it makes a difference to me.”

When they kissed this time, they knew it would only be a second before they were interrupted and sure enough, water hit the side of Eddie’s face, getting Steve in the crossfire. It was still one of the sweetest kisses Steve had ever received. He and Eddie retreated to the shore, where those tattoos were brought to his attention again.

“That’s quite the mural”, Steve said, looking them over again. He could see a paintbrush, a sword, a book, and several other things that almost seemed like charms on his body. 

“Each one is for someone in my life”, Eddie admitted. 

Steve looked over all that he could see, wondering who was who. And also wondering how long until he found a space on Eddie’s skin and what he would be illustrated as. They returned to the castle hours later, children hanging on by a thread and ready to collapse from swimming all day. Steve was right alongside them, eyelids getting heavy. Eddie took it upon himself to carry Steve up to his room, even laying him in his bed.

He left the prince with just a kiss on the forehead and then the door separated them as he stood in the hall. He gave a heavy sigh and leaned heavily against the door, which was how Jeff found him.

“How goes the courtship?”, his friend asked.

Eddie gave him a long look. “I have to marry him before the year’s end.”

Part 34

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[ylge]

Some scribbles of my KhunBam Witch Hat Atelier AU

And some rambles below

Khun and Bam are witch husbands who run a small atelier together

Thinking about Ran as one of their disciplines. He ran from Khun mansion and took shelter in his brother's atelier before becoming his student. Then there's Miseng, the youngest student. Bam brought her with him one day. Maybe I should add Verdi and Prince too,,

What if FUG is the brimhats,,,,, Bam was (almost) one of the brimhats before Jinsung told him to run away and find 'the Khun boy who you dreamed to build an atelier together'.

Khun and Bam met each other when they took the second witch test.

Bam was taught under Jinsung, a witch that secretly connected with FUG. He was ordered to taught and 'shape' Bam to be their savior.

FUG is still looking for Bam to this day when he's living a peaceful life with his husband.

He was named Viole by them. But now lives by 'Bam', a nickname Khun gave him (sorry Rachel) because he wears a dark blue-black cloak with golden glitter that looked like the night sky

Aguero was taught under the Khun family assembly/coven. Bored and unfitting to live among his many siblings, he ran away (according to his story to his students) and started to do his study by himself. But how could he take the witch tests without being anyone's disciple? Well, he had his way.

But anyway, other than teaching, Khun also do a research of magic items now. He's quite busy, so it's Bam who usually teaches their students by himself.

They are both strict, but Khun is much stricter and cruel (according to Prince). But their students love their teachers. Khun taught them a lot about interesting magic tricks and Bam's cooking is amazing. And he's strong too! (according to Miseng).

Maybe the Zahard Princesses are the members of Magic Security Council...

Oh right, one thing about Jinsung. He has a glyph tattooed to his arm (a sign that he's connected to FUG) that he hides by putting a bandage. No one, even the Magic Security Council knows about it. After running away, Bam never knows about Jinsung's whereabouts.

And by 'husbands', Khun and Bam actually never got married in traditional way. They just vowed to be together and 'seal' it in a pair of rings have half of a whole glyphs on it (like Olruggio's link rings). When put together, it form a beautiful magic that reminds them of their love and dreams (according to Bam's story to their students, Miseng is so invested in her teachers' love story)

[witchywithwhiskey]

On the AO3 post for the alpha next door you wrote that you'd mostly read omegaverse novels om KU. Do you have any recs??? 😄 always looking to expand my TBR!

oh my god there is nothing i love more than giving book recs!!! ok here we go:

Baby & the Late Night Howlers by Kathryn Moon was my very first omegaverse book. it's reverse harem + bikers, and the premise is basically that the female main character thinks she's a beta but finds out she's an omega by very suddenly going into heat while in a biker bar. i think it's a pretty good entry point.

Lola & the Millionaires Part One and Two by Kathryn Moon are the second and third novels in this Sweet Omegaverse series (which are all reverse harem), and they're about a beta who matches with a pack of millionaires who've found a male omega. this is a neat non-omega-focused duology.

Bad Alpha by Kathryn Moon (i swear not every book on this list will be by Kathryn Moon) is another book in this universe. its about a female alpha who forms a pack with a male omega and some male alphas. she's also an assassin who was sent to kill the male omega, but she mates with him instead. and she's very much a badass.

Faith & the Dead End Devils by Kathryn Moon is about the omega sister of the male omega from Bad Alpha. it has another biker pack but i think i liked it better than the first one. she's rescued by the bikers from like omega traders and it takes her some time to feel comfortable with the pack and i like stories like that. (also there's one scene where a beta uses his fist to replicate a knot and i....have never been the same 😳)

outside Kathryn Moon's Sweet Omegaverse series, i recently finished reading Devyn Sinclair's Slate City Omegaverse series and it's great—they're all reverse harem as well and take scent matching even further. Knot Your Damn Omega is about an omega whose twin sister is a famous actress and so she's struggled to meet alphas who truly want her for her, until she meets her scent matches in a pack of tattoo artists. Knot All That Glitters is about a politician's daughter who scent matches with her security guard and his pack. and Knot For A Moment is about a ballet dancer who scent matched with her best friend in college but left before he found out and then of course he joins her ballet company years later and learns she's his match. all of these are very very sweet but have a good amount of plot to balance the smut.

Dark City Omega by Elizabeth Stephens is the only non-reverse harem omegaverse book i'm rec'ing but it's just so so so so good—it has an enemies to lovers storyline that's chef's kiss. it's a bit on the darker side, and the world-building is more extensive than the other books, but it's fantastic.

i also devoured the first book of the Pack Darling duology by Lola Rock in like less than 24 hours, but it ends on a cliffhanger and i had to wait for the second book and it just didn't really live up to my expectations so that's a "maybe you could try it if you want" kind of rec.

anyway! those are the ones i'd rec. i've read others but they were only ok. if you've read any already, or if you do read any, let me know what you think!!

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Sweet Music Playing In The Dark (Be Still, My Foolish Heart) [ Part Three ]

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

A little bit of Buckingham backstory in this little au.

They met in highschool. Were an oddball set of friends. And they graduated and Chrissy moved away. But by chance, both of them ending up in the music scene.

Robin was always releasing weird random differently styled songs. Always keeping her fans on their toes. She's still a polyglot so she likes to write and and sing songs in the languages she learns too. Sometimes the whole song, sometimes just parts but she likes throwing it in there. Always puts translations in her little album covers.

Chrissy is more poppy. She likes catchy beats and fun music videos. She writes her own stuff and has a beautiful breathy singing voice. Is always covered in glitter. And is always in pastels. Robin is mostly in punky goth vibes.

They bump into each other at some award show afterparty and just... fall in love. And then they form a band. And that's that. Their fans go crazy when they announce it.

They both keep their respective vibes. Call their band Cottoncandy Poison. And they sell out their first tour in a week.

Steve and Eddie are both so proud of them. They're like their opposites in their pairings and they fell in love. Eddie and Steve were in the wedding. Steve was Robin's best man, in a beautiful deep orange velvet tux. Eddie was Chrissy's maid of honor, he worn a very cute pastel dress that she picked out for him. His tattoos clashing gorgeously with it.

The girls so so happy to have their boys with them. And then their boys become friends and they love it. Are secretly rooting for them to get together, even before the break ups. They'd never admit that. Bad karma and all that.

But the boys are friends now, and they're single, but they've been dancing around each other. Eddie had told Chrissy he was giving Steve time to heal his broken heart. Chrissy told him he could help Steve heal it faster. He'd just blushed and shaken his head.

But anyway, Eddie and Steve both like visiting their girls in their studio. They never plan their visits together but they do end up being there together a lot. Just shooting the shit.

Eddie comes in one day, Robin's singing in a language he doesn't know. He just raises his hand, waving through the window. Both girls wave back. Robin cuts the track. Eddie pushes the button so they can talk.

"Hey Buckster! And... Ham...ster? Not sure about that." He mutters, Chrissy perks up though, laughing.

"No i love it! Hamsters are so cute!"

"Alright then. Hamster it is! What was that track. Sounded spooky." He wiggles his eyebrows. Robin perks up then, snaps her fingers at him and beckons him into the room.

"What's up?" He asks as soon as he's next to her. She plops a pair of headphones onto his head. Tells him to listen. Tell her what it's missing.

She goes through it again. Sings back through. Eddie loves it. Doesn't understand the words, but the vibe and the sound of it gives him goosebumps. When she's done she looks at him as they take their headphones off. Eddie's about to tell her that he loves it when she says,

"Can you teach me how to scream?" And Eddie just smiles, tells her it would be his pleasure.

So he does. Talks her through it. Lets her touch his throat when he screams a few things so she can feel what he's doing. He doesn't want her to fuck up her vocal cords like he'd done when he first started out. She learns fast. Doesn't go too hard. Just kinda of growls a few words. And Eddie is stoked and proud of her.

She's growling things in russian, Eddie and Chrissy both smiling and nodding along as she does another take. Chrissy toning in with a cool breathy whisper type thing. Them singing together and meshing vocals always giving him chills.

And then Steve walks in, like three hours later and Robin yells,

"Steeevvveee!!! Eddie taught me how to scream, listen listen listen!!" And she goes through it again. Eddie still nodding, his nose crinkling as she screams, feeling it in his chest. He can see Steve beaming through the glass, his head nodding as well. When she stops, Steve pushes the button and says,

"Robs that was wicked!"

And she says she knows. And then promptly asks Eddie to do a verse for the song since he helped her get it right. He isn't sure. But all three of them convince him too. So she writes a translation for him. He does his verse in english.

And it's the coolest song. Steve watches them reord and it, smiling the whole time. His eyes crinkling all cute. He gives Eddie an adorable double thumbs up through the glass when they finish it and Eddie feels his heart flutter. Steve's smile softens a little and his cheeks tint pink as he finally looks away.

They all stay at Robin and Chrissy's that night, Steve and Eddie making the girls dinner, dancing around each other in the kitchen as the girls sit in the other room, snickering. And plotting. And planning.

They will get these boys together. No matter what it takes.

[thelittlestspider]

🧠 🤲 !!

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

(i couldn't pick just one, so here's a few)

peter

- peter plays games like online solitaire, chess, sudoku.

- he goes on wikipedia, hits random and reads whatever articles pop up. he can sit there reading for hours.

- his comfort movie is legally blonde.

- he has a memorial tattoo for gwen.

ash

- this is more of a crack headcanon turned beloved, but i love the thought of him being an estranged member of the addams family. or morticia's family the frumps. i think in this one ash's mom was a frump.

wade

- wade loves parties. going to them, throwing them, it doesn't matter.

- wade loves pop music. britney spears, abba. he also loves charlie's angels.

(wade is britney coded and ash is lana coded. which are really funny energies to put together lol)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

this is a scene from these hungry streets i haven't really had time to write yet, but it's peter/ash with hints of their sun/moon imagery.

peter sits up on the edge of a building, tired and discouraged. he's been swinging around for what feels like forever in the hopes of finding ash walking around in the early hours like before.

in his absorption with his thoughts, he almost misses her. but williams luck cancels out parker luck and he sees ash walking down the sidewalk below, dressed in a white wedding dress and veil, long legs eating up the pavement in graceful strides despite the high heels she's wearing.

she stops under a streetlamp to fish a cigarette and a lighter out of her garter pocket, lights up, and takes a drag, her face tilted up, eyes closed. peter's throat dries. she's so fucking beautiful. like some horrible angel made in a lab specifically to torment him.

peter's climbing down before he even realizes he's moved, jumping to the top of the streetlamp and gliding down it from a web upside down. ash hasn't seen him yet.

"what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" ash immediately whirls around and punches him with her metal hand, quick as lightning, but peter's faster and catches her hand. "hey hey, it's just me, angel."

ash frowns, brows drawn together in anger.

"don't fucking scare me like that, you asshole," ash says. "what the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

"i was looking for you," replies peter, jumping down from the web strand. he moves closer to ash, hoping she isn't going to sock him again. ash just looks at him with those big dark eyes, made even bigger with the liner and mascara. her makeup glitters in the light, shimmering every time she moves, making her face look luminous. peter is entranced.

"why?"

"because i wanted to see you." it comes out more earnest than he'd meant, and peter cringes inwardly. might as well go for broke. "and to beg you to take me back."

"peter..."

"no wait, just listen to me," peter reaches for ash, pulling her closer. ash goes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. peter almost gives in to the weak feeling inside him that wants to just sink into her, but fights it back so he can say his piece. "i love you, and i'm sorry--"

"peter, i love you too." peter's heart skips a beat. "but you have severe emotional problems and you need help." peter pulls back to look at her incredulously. ash rolls her eyes. "yeah i know. that's rich coming from miss mental illness america. but pete the way we're going isn't healthy. we almost ended up holding hands on the metaphorical train tracks."

"look, i'll give you anything, tell you whatever you wanna know, just don't disappear again."

"i can't promise that. but i'll try to leave a note if i do."

peter sighs in relief. "that's all i ask."

they stand there under the street light for a moment, embracing each other. ash pulls back with a tentative smile.

"do you wanna go to a party with me?" asks ash. peter's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in subject.

"a party?"

"yeah, that's where i was going when you scared the shit out of me. mystery inc. throws them every year."

peter gasps. "you know mystery inc.?"

"yeah, we help each other out sometimes." ash pulls out of peter's arms and tugs his hand in the direction he assumes the mystery gang's place is. "i didn't know you were a mystery inc. fan."

"i have all their books," replies peter, embarrassed. ash laughs.

[dragonbanexxi]

The Dragon Queen

Not canon compliant!!!!!

Jaehaera Targaryen x Aegon III Targaryen

Chapter 9: Viserys

The light snores of his paid lover woke him up. The Dragon Prince sat upright, stretching his muscular arms; emitting a groan. He carefully made his way out of the comfortable bed, instantly regretting leaving the warmth of his new lover.

Viserys smirks at the thought of last nights activities. The man of six and ten had many passions. Reading, swording training, horses; hell he’s also not a bad singer. Yet none of those pursuits compares to his passion of women.

He enjoyed the sins of the flesh greatly. Loving women’s silky skin, soft hands, lusty voices. Brothels weren’t his favorite place to acquire lovers. Yet being away from home Viserys had to make do with the circumstances. He arrived to Astapor and accidentally arrived at a brothel instead of an inn. The woman he paid for service had knocked him off kilter. An exotic beauty with caramel skin and vibrant red hair. The most alluring thing about the woman was her intricate cobra tattoo that started at her left shoulder and ended wrapped around her right calf. How can one see such hypnotic beauty and not be stirred?

Being the complete inverse of his older brother was an easy feat. Aegon clung firmly to his sense of duty, making sure honor is upheld over anything else. Viserys loves his brother deeply, and he admires that he strives to set a good example. However trying to uphold such feat is aging Aegon immensely, and making him even more dour than normal.

Baela had hoped that Daenaera Velaryon would catch his eye. She was a beauty, with long silvery gold locks of curly hair. Eyes as blue as the sunlit shimmering ocean.

Daenaera on paper would compliment Aegon well. The girl was cheery, always smiling and laughing. Could light up the room with her sweet laugh. Thus her upbeat being had apparently only worked to push the king away in disinterest. Though he’d never say it out loud Viserys was ever grateful the girl was rejected.

Only he and Daenaera knew she wasn’t fit to be queen.

Remembering the look of defeat the ocean eyed girl had as she made her way to the dock. Viserys hadn’t meant to smile at her but he was never been good at hiding his emotions. And he absolutely relished in taking in the fury the girl held in her glare directed at him. The prince had waved goodbye impishly at her. Daenaera turning an interesting shade of red as she huffed away boarding the ship set for Driftmark.

The Spare Prince had warned Daenaera she’d never be his brothers queen, not when Viserys had her first.

Eager little thing that one. It didn’t take much to get her on her back, just a shiny rubi necklace. She wore it often. During the day when she was attempting to flatter Aegon it glittered demurely, it lacked luster. By night was when the rubi truly shone it’s beauty under Viserys’s candlelights.

Memories of Daenaera’s lovely hair fanned across his pillows, laying beneath him with nothing on but the neckless, floods his mind. Perhaps he’d visit Driftmark when he returns to Westeros. Maybe she’ll let him have her in the bath again like the 5th night they’d shared together.

They spent many a nights together tangled under his bedsheets. Daenaera too was a fanatic for the sins of the flesh. Allowing Viserys to have her anyway he wanted. Her cries of passion were their secret and their secret alone.

His smirk now a full on smile.

It dies down when he remembers the real reason he’s in Essos. It had taken Viserys a whole three turns of the moon to arrive to Astapor, and he was too late. Yes Jaehaera had taken the city. Her sigil proudly waving throughout the place, a green three headed dragon on a black field. To the prince’s dismay, Jaehaera had moved on.

News of her Freeing Yunkai had been the latest gossip and that she now has her eyes set on Meeren. A wild goose chase was about to begin for Viserys. He could sense it in his bones.

Feeling somewhat angry that it was he who was chosen to fetch the Green Princess. Though he did believe his brothers reasoning. Aegon trusted Viserys the most to get the job done.

Still… why couldn’t the spymaster do it? Julious Corvo had been the one to supply the girl’s whereabouts. Feeding into Aegon’s determination to bring her back into the fold. Rhaena also seemed keen on the idea as well, shutting down Baela’s trash talk of the girl.

Viserys pours himself wine. Here in Astapor they drink white wine instead of red. Not that he minded, he found it delicious; but red wine was better for thinking.

He was coming short of ways of convincing Jaehaera to return with him.

The tattooed woman had told him everything she knew about what her people now call the Mhysa. From making a blood sacrifice to hatch her dragon eggs to acquiring a Dothraki Hoard to freeing slaves of both Astapor and Yunkai.

If rumors are true his cousin has her Valyrian eyes set on Meeren. The largest city of Slaver’s Bay.

Viserys didn’t know what to make of her. The former slaves in Astapor love her, they view her as some goddess. The Mhysa, the Breaker of Chains. Sent from the heavens to set the downtrodden free. Yet her burning people alive seems to contradictory. Setting people ablaze and freeing others. It didn’t make sense.

What if Jaehaera was mad?

Like his people say back home, ‘madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin’. What side is Jaehaera on?

His thoughts interrupted by soft hands caressing his shoulders.

“Good morning my prince” her accent strong.

“Morning my sweet” he turns around to embrace her, his large hands finding her curvaceous waist. Her long red hair cascading down her back like a blood filled waterfall.

“The sun hasn’t even come up yet my lord. Come back to bed yes?” Her voice husky.

He only gives her a wicked smile.

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Sorry for the wait you guys! I had some family things to sort out. Next chapter FOR SURE Viserys and Jaehaera will meet! Dun Dun Dahhh!!! Thank you guys for the likes! Comments are always welcomed! :) Let me know what y’all think! ❤️❤️❤️

[kazscrows]

Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 28: Inej

Kaz was watching her intently, his bitter coffee eyes glittering in the light from the dome.

The classic Kanej stare

You can’t tell me he’s not worried about her-

I’m sorry but the thought of Kaz and Matthias even trying to blend in with the Menagerie is hilarious

But of course Kaz has a different plan

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” said Kaz. “Helvar’s been holding out on us.”

“Have you?” asked Inej.

“It’s not—” Matthias dragged a hand over his cropped hair. “How do you know these things, demjin?” he growled at Kaz.

Because he’s ✨Kaz✨

I love when Matthias calls him demjin

And of course Kaz’s plan involves going back on just about everything of his original plan

The man has plans A-Z in his head, but none of them are simple

Jesper held up a hand. “I’m sorry, isn’t Black Protocol the thing we want to avoid at all costs?”

 I can just hear Kit saying this really well for some reason

Probably because in season 1 he says something vaguely similar like “You want us to get on that skiff??? The one full of people who, oh right, want to kill us—“

Kaz gazed out at the White Island, head tilted, eyes slightly unfocused.

“Scheming face,” Inej murmured.

Jesper nodded.

“Definitely.”

I am once again here for Jesper and Inej’s friendship and Kaz’s scheming face

Inej thinks about how she’s going to miss his face because she’s decided on hunting slavers-

“I’m all for locking the Fjerdans in their own ‘fortress’,” said Jesper. “Truly. But how do we get out? Once we trigger Black Protocol, you guys will be trapped on that island, and we’ll be trapped in the outer circle. We have no weapons and no demo materials.”

Kaz’s grin was sharp as a razor. “Thank goodness we’re proper thieves. We’re going to do a little shopping – “

That grin is going to kill me someday—

Inej upon receiving the peacock feather tattoo again:

Inej took a deep breath. “It’s warpaint,” she said, both to Nina and herself. “It’s my mark to take.”

The knowledge that they might never see each other again, that some of them – maybe all of them – might not survive this night hung heavy in the air. A gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost Grisha, a Suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the Barrel who had become something worse.

Classic classic line

And hey- they do all make it through book one–

Oh Jesper just said the open casket line—

I never know how I feel about the show using quotes early.. it’s fun, but also kind of disappointing?

Like Jesper can’t say that again if we ever get the ice court adapted…

But on the other hand it was quite fitting where they placed it in season one

The StrUGgLe—

Anyways….

Get ready for a lot of Kanej

You can just assume I’m the equivalent of a keyboard slam for the next several quotes

“I have something for you,” she said as she pulled his leather gloves from the sleeve of her prison tunic.

He stared at them. “How—”

“I got them from the discarded clothes. Before I made the climb.”

“Six storeys in the dark.”

She nodded. She wasn’t going to wait for thanks. Not for the climb, or the gloves, or for anything ever again.

He pulled the gloves on slowly, and she watched his pale, vulnerable hands disappear beneath the leather. They were trickster hands –

“When we get back to Ketterdam, I’m taking my share, and I’m leaving the Dregs.”

He looked away. “You should. You were always too good for the Barrel.”

It was time to go. “Saints’ speed, Kaz.”

Kaz snagged her wrist. “Inej.” His gloved thumb moved over her pulse, traced the top of the feather tattoo. “If we don’t make it out, I want you to know …”

Gaahh say something Kaz!!!

The heart is an arrow

She reached up and touched his cheek. She thought he might flinch again, even knock her hand away. In nearly two years of battling side by side with Kaz, of late-night scheming, impossible heists, clandestine errands, and harried meals of fried potatoes and hutspot gobbled down as they rushed from one place to another, this was the first time she had touched him skin to skin, without the barrier of gloves or coat or shirtsleeve. She let her hand cup his cheek. His skin was cool and damp from the rain. He stayed still, but she saw a tremor pass through him, as if he were waging a war with himself.

“If we don’t survive this night, I will die unafraid, Kaz. Can you say the same?”

His eyes were nearly black, the pupils dilated. She could see it took every last bit of his terrible will for him to remain still beneath her touch. And yet, he did not pull away. She knew it was the best he could offer. It was not enough.

You’re right Inej. It’s not enough

But give him time

I think you’ll find him ready one day

Go sail the world and take on the slavers but maybe come back and check on him every now and then

He’s changing too

You also just short circuited his brain

She had her aim now, her heart had direction, and though it hurt to know that path led away from him, she could endure it.

But is it really aimed away?

Truly?

Maybe it goes straight through him—

Connecting you together…

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“Inej looked down at the wolves chasing each other around the rotunda floor. “I’m not sure why I began this,” she admitted. “But I know why I have to finish. I know why fate brought me here, why it placed me in the path of this prize.”

She was being vague, but she wasn’t yet ready to speak the dream that had ignited in her heart – a crew of her own, a ship under her command, a crusade. It felt like something that was meant to be kept secret, a new seed that might grow to something extraordinary if it wasn’t forced to bloom too soon. She didn’t even know how to sail.

Hm… what if the diamond necklace Heleen wears will be replaced by the necklace Alina gave Kaz in the show?

Poor Nina. No one can move as gracefully at the Wraith

A lot of this chapter is just Nina tumbling from air vents

Inej tying up the other Suli girl-

Oh gosh…

Nina smoothed her hands over the ridiculous costume. “I’m about to be very popular.”

“I wonder what Matthias would have to say about that outfit.”

“He wouldn’t approve.”

“He doesn’t approve of anything about you. But when you laugh, he perks up like a tulip in fresh water.”

Nina snorted. “Matthias the tulip.”

“The big, brooding, yellow tulip.”

Bless Nina for making this moment so ridiculous Inej can’t dwell on it for too long

But then of course they get separated

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[gay-for-the-snz]

Day 22: "You didn't use my cup, did you?"

I love this scenario so much, and am finally getting the chance to put pen to paper, so to speak! Many many thanks to @sicklyfruit for being so generous as to let me borrow his character Sasha for this <3 drunk snz, contagion, they're getting kinda frisky but don't actually get that far on-screen. 2.6k

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The hot pink lights are casting everyone in a gorgeous glow, and the alcohol in him is making the whole room feel warm and fuzzy. He knocks back the last of his drink--something fruity and full of a random mixture of booze that is dangerously drinkable. The glass joins the others on the table, a constellation of shots and cocktails that have all been finished already and are awaiting pick-up. Nobody's come yet, though, and he knows exactly why.

"H-hH--! 'DDJZZHhuh! huH'UHZZHhue!"

He openly sprays the table, collected along the glasses and tabletop, the droplets glittering under the shimmer of the bar lights. He sniffles, blinking away the tears on his lashes, and brings a napkin up to mop at his eyes, and then his nose.

He's definitely got a cold, and he really should be at home right now, but he's out here anyway. He gets a night out so rarely, and he is hell-bent on making the most of this one. The bar isn't as warm as he thinks it should be--usually by this point, when he's in a state that everyone is more beautiful than usual and the whole world feels like it should be in harmony, he's flushed and warm and comfortable, but he's shivering a little.

And this was by design, of course--he's used this tactic a few times before, with a lot more success than he's having tonight. A shirt with thin straps and a plunging open back, that shows off his collarbones, the curve of his spine, the tattoos that adorn his wrists and upper arm. If he's cold, someone will lend him a jacket. If someone lends him a jacket, he has an excuse to talk to them, for them to come back and ensure they meet back up with him before the end of the night. If they have to hook back up with him, then he's got a chance to exchange numbers.

Perhaps people are more likely to go with someone who isn't openly, obviously contagious.

One of the waitresses dropped off a stack of napkins earlier, but those are nearly gone. The flimsy, brown paper napkins are more for show than for actual absorption--he might as well use an actual sheet of copy paper at this point--and having to stack a bunch of them together is rapidly depleting the store of them. He'll have to go beg, borrow, or steal to get a few more at some point soon, or else he'll be left with nothing to even pretend to clean himself up with.

If someone drops by and leaves him a couple of actual napkins--or, he can only hope, tissues--he might just have to drop to one knee and propose to them.

He leans across the table to flag down the waitress walking by, and she seems hesitant to stop by his table. "Can I get another--uh--" His brow furrows as he looks at the collection of empty glasses. "Whatever I got last, can I get another o' them?"

She gives him a polite, tense smile. "Sure."

"You're a peach, thank you." He flashes his most dazzling smile, and bats his pretty lashes at her. Nobody's come to pick him up yet, but he's hoping that someone will before the night's out. He'd love to have somebody at least pretend to be interested. Not that he expects them to want to shove their tongue down his throat and take him to the alley to get handsy when he's got a hellish headcold, but he wishes somebody would flatter him here.

He rubs at his nose, massaging at reddened nostrils through the napkins, but it doesn't do anything to really assuage the feeling that he's going to sneeze soon. There's not much that he can do to stop it if it's gonna happen--he knows enough to not even really bother trying--but he'd like to try and do something about it.

He gasps for it--and loses it at the last second when someone suddenly puts a hand on his shoulder. It's surprised him enough that it really stops him in his tracks.

He twists awkwardly in his chair to try and look at the interloper, and relief washes over him when he sees who it is.

"Drinking all by yourself, handsome?"

"Sasha!" He gasps in delight, pulls him into a tight hug to press kisses to his cheeks. "Oh, darlin', I didn't know you were gonna be here! I would've invited you out!"

"What's got you and your cold out here at the bar all by yourself?" Sasha's hands slide down his sides, holding him by the waist.

"Ohh, well, I was hoping to--to hh-! hDT--! eEZZHHyue! hEZZHH'iew!" He angles off to the side, openly sprays the table, and is left with a pitiful snuffle in the aftermath of it. He extracts one hand from where he's tangled them into his curls to grab a couple of napkins to scrub hard at his nose. "I was hoping to have a couple drinks, mingle a little..."

"Bless you. You're out here like this?"

"Well, I didn't--I don't get a lot of days off, y'know, and I wanted to get to go out and do stuff. I wanted to have a good night..." He leans in, nuzzling into Sasha's cheek. "...with someone else."

Sasha chuckles, and he can feel the way his voice rumbles in his throat when he leans it to give a little kiss. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Are you here with someone?" He sniffles, wetly, unable to really do much to stem the tide with just that little effort. He begrudgingly stops trying to kiss at him so he can try and stop himself from getting Sasha all gross.

"I am now, aren't I?" He kisses the tip of his nose, and the feeling sparks irritation within him. He takes a shaky gasp and leans back--but he doesn't get far enough from Sasha to really do much good.

"Sasha, I--hH'HUZZHHieww! 'DZZHhue! hEH'EZZHHyuuee!" He tries to get a hand up in time to cover, but it does little to actually protect Sasha from the heavy spray. "Ohhh, Sasha, I'm sorry--please excuse me." His nose is so touchy right now, he isn't sure what to do about it. "I didn't mean t--"

He's cut off by Sasha kissing him, pulling him close and practically climbing into his lap to get closer to him. He's shocked, but not unpleasantly so. They break apart, briefly, just long enough for Sasha to press their foreheads together. "Elliott? Shut up."

He doesn't mean it to come out so embarrassingly desperate when he gives a breathless, "okay."

Sasha climbs off, only because the waitress comes by and clears her throat as she sets his drink on the table. "Could I get you something?"

"Could I get a vodka diet Coke?"

Elliott giggles, embarrassed to have been already so publicly hungry with Sasha. When the waitress leaves, he leans close and drops his voice. "Why don't we finish these drinks and then...see about going somewhere more private?"

Sasha shrugs his jacket off, drapes it over his shoulders. "No need to rush our free night, right? You wanted your night out, and I haven't been out long. It'd be a shame to get out of here so soon."

"Oh! Right--I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, uhm--to rush you." He shivers, and sinks further into the coat. Oh, this is exactly what he wanted--he's so much more comfortable now. The sleeves are too short, but he doesn't expect anyone's to really work for him.

He takes a sip of his drink, and leans back into his seat to get a little more comfortable. The music is loud, and the lights are low, and Sasha is looking at him in a way that's making him blush just thinking of it.

"Finish your drink. I want to dance."

"With me?"

"No, with the waitress. Yes with you."

"Let me finish this--oh! No, you have to finish yours, too."

When Sasha got his drink, he isn't entirely sure, but he can see him sipping on it--

"Oh! Sasha, that's--you didn't use my cup, did you?"

Sasha looks entirely nonplussed as he sets it back on the table. "I just wanted to try it."

"Oh, but I'm--but my cold-?"

"Elliott," he drops his tone as he leans so close he can feel the warmth of his breath on his ear, "I'm taking you home. If I'm getting it, it won't be because we shared a drink. I can think of ways for us to get much closer."

He's got goosebumps at the promise. "I guess it...hardly makes a difference, does it?"

"You worry too much. I know what I'm getting myself into." He takes him by the hands, pulls him up out of his seat. "Come on--it's a shame for you to be looking so good and nobody gets to appreciate it."

"I'm afraid that everyone's had their eyes on me all night--but not for the right reasons." He's certainly aware of the looks he's been receiving all night--every sniffle, every sneeze, every pair of eyes has been on him since he first walked in and sat down. Surrounding tables have all remained empty, and he can't really blame them, even if it hurts his feelings.

He snatches the last of the napkins off the table and stuffs them into the jacket pocket, Sasha dragging him by his wrist across to the dance floor.

"They just don't know what they're missing."

The alcohol in his veins is warm and soft, and the feeling of Sasha's hands in his, trailing over his body, is equally intoxicating. He's never been much one for dancing--never been great at it, never had much occasion to practice other than hitting the couple of joints that offered line dancing--but this is a moment where the self consciousness has faded into obscurity behind the euphoria of being wanted.

The two of them are wrapped up in eachother's arms, and the world around them melts away for the duration of a song. He finds himself leaning more onto Sasha than he means to be, and the drinks are catching up with him more than he thinks they should be. Perhaps he's got the cold to blame, or perhaps it's the fact that he's gone from sitting to actually up and about, but he's starting to feel like if they want to get anything done before he's crawled into bed and snoring under the blankets, they'll probably want to look towards getting there soon.

"Sasha!" He's shouting over the music, bidding him to hold still long enough that he can truly get to him to sustain eye contact. "Go finish your drink, I think we should go soon."

"Are you sure?"

"I wanna go."

And Sasha, who never agrees to anything without a fight, seems to accept it quietly. It shocks him to his core, and he half wonders if he's come across too harsh or too strange in the way he's asked him.

He wasn't planning on driving home, so he's allowed himself more than a few drinks to take advantage of this fact, but clearly Sasha was planning the same, because they're both awkwardly huddled on the sidewalk while they try to hail a cab.

"Sasha," he huddles closer to him to try and steal some of his warmth, shivering even under the jacket, "I'm so sorry. I'm so goddamn drunk." He clumsily crosses himself, practically signing over the both of them since they're held so close.

"I know. We're going home, and I'll take good care of you."

"I'm going to give you my cold."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"What?"

"Come on, the cab's here."

He practically pours him into the backseat, and he leans in comfortably against him, nuzzling into his embrace. "You're so handsome."

"I've been told that before."

"By me?"

"By people other than you, even."

"Everyone should tell you, because it's true." He's pressing loving kisses along his jaw, like he can't get any closer to him if he tried. He wishes he could. He wishes they could spend the rest of their lives right like this, drunk and lustful and romantic, wrapped up in eachother's arms and prepared to turn the whole world into their oyster.

"I'm sure they tell you that you're handsome, too."

"Not enough. I wish they would tell me more often." He twists so he can lay his back against Sasha's chest, feeling his arm wrapped around him to pull him closer. It's an inopportune time, but he's caught off guard by the feeling that swells within him so suddenly he doesn't have any real opportunity to do anything about it.

"hH'EGZZHhue! yEIZZHHuue! hh-! hH--!? hEIZZHhieww! 'DZZHhyue!"

The partition glitters like the night sky, the spray coating the divider catching the light from the streetlights and headlights that pass them by. He sniffles thickly, pats the empty pockets that have nothing left to offer him, and can't help the pitiful whimper at the realization.

"Here." Sasha offers him salvation in the form of a half empty travel pack of tissues, and the relief is overwhelming.

"Sasha, I think we should get married."

"Is this all it takes?"

He's too busy tearing the plastic open to blow his nose with significantly less reserve than he usually shows to actually answer him, but he seems to take that as an answer in and of itself.

"Alright then. What's our wedding gonna be like?"

"Mm...something intimate. Outdoors."

"With your allergies?"

"We'll make red one of our wedding colors. It'll match my nose."

"You're insane." He doesn't seem to mind, though, because he's already pushing his braid aside so he can bite at his throat, threatening to bruise him right here in the backseat of the cab.

He lets his head loll to the side, hands still tented with the tissues even though he's gotten distracted from his task of blowing his nose. "Not here--oh!--oh, Sasha, not here--"

He nibbles on his earlobe. "You don't seem like you're really wanting me to stop..."

"I don't--no, I mean I do--"

"Fine, fine." He doesn't seem mad about it, but he feels sheepish nonetheless, that nagging little fear in the back of his mind that Sasha might change his by the time they get there.

"Are you going to--t--hH'DTZZHhue! hUH'UZZHhyuue! Ohh...excuse mbe--" He'd normally be a lot more bashful about burning through the packet of tissues so quickly, but they're not going to be in the car for terribly much longer, and he's sure that there'll be something in Sasha's apartment to be able to tend to his nose.

"Bless you..."

"Why're you so sweet to me?"

"I'm just a nice guy."

He doesn't mean to laugh in his face, but he does. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"

"You wound me. You don't think I'm a nice guy?"

"No, I do! I do, it's just--you're very nice, especially to me. I just don't hear the same thing from other people..."

"It's Florence, isn't it?"

"I--well, there's really no saying who it's from--"

"So it's Florence."

"It's Florence, yeah."

"She just doesn't get to benefit from my kindness because she hasn't earned it. You, on the other hand..."

Sasha's apartment complex climbs into view, and he's practically clambering out of the cab the instant it parks. Sasha can't pay the man fast enough for his liking, and he's practically dragging him up the stairs as they go, the jacket around his shoulders warming him almost as much as the feeling welling up within his chest.

He's already pawing at Sasha's collar while he's unlocking the door, trying to get his buttons undone. "Sasha."

"Yeah? Jesus, you just can't wait, can you?"

He nuzzles a red nose in against his neck, kissing at whatever he can reach. "You're going to catch this."

Sasha gets the door open, flashes him a knowing look over his shoulder as he drags him inside by the wrist. "I'm counting on it."

[moony-sweaters]

i want to be more, and i don’t know how to explain it.

i want to be the girl laying under an open window in paris, dark purple hair reading Camus and sipping her tea. the man she was with last night lay asleep next to her, she’s almost sure she knows his name, she’s in love with him, she’ll forget him when he leaves, the only trace of his sliver of her life being the impression in the pillow next to her and the faint smell of his cologne, both will be gone by night. she won’t miss any of them when she finds herself.

I want to be the mother in the grocery store, long soft brown hair, blue eyes. the baby boy on her hip has the same ones, he is learning to reach out for everything he sees, his eyes full of wonder his heart full of hope, and every time she looks at him she hopes that glow never goes away, she won’t notice the day it does but rather years later wishing she could have saved him from this world but hoping he can make it on his own anyways. he will thank her in the dedication of his first novel, he learned what love was from her kind eyes.

i want to be the blonde girl in the front row of a shitty little bar concert, her first legal drink in hand but she can shoot whiskey like it’s water—some things are truly an inherited trait—the smoky glitter falling off her eyes and when the bassist asks her back to his hotel room over a cigarette she won’t be surprised. she will continue this way until she finds the love of her life behind the bar of a show in San Diego three years later

i want to be the girl in his arms on the couch, they’re 20 and 22 and finally feel alive. she’s loved him since she was 14 and first saw him, but didn’t get to feel that love until she was 16 and they met again, she’s always known there was something tying them together, that’s why when she turned 18 they got red string tattoos, that’s why when he was 21 he asked her to marry him for the second time, the first time they were 16 and 17 laying in bed after a night out, he thought she was asleep, she almost started crying because she had never felt so entirely loved before, not for who she was. they will die together after a life full of love.

how am i supposed to continue on when i have so much love to give and no time to give it, how can i not just want to die from the sheer lack of time we are given, so the instinct to cut it short comes about so frequently i hardly acknowledge it anymore, im cooking and think about slitting my wrist half way through the meal, im driving to my loves house and can’t help the urge to crash so bad i don’t make it there, i go to take the meds to keep me alive and wish i could take the whole bottle. love makes us want to die. love is a gamble and the idea of losing it is worse than death, but love is the only reason we are alive, we could never make it without at least the fantasy of a feeling so good we may as well be a star exploding to create a new universe.

[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

Labyrinth (1986)

Smoking: Cones with my Hubby

 

This week’s entry I’m watching with my Husband. He would be so mad if I watched it without him. It came out before both of us were born, but it is a BIG favorite. Who doesn’t love David Bowie? I confused Jennifer Connelly with Demi Moore for a while. She looks like what I would imagine she looked like in her younger years.

Sarah, Jennifer, pulls a book out of her sleeve. I’ve always been curious about that, because I wasn’t extra pockets lolol. Anyway, we start off with Sarah in a park reciting the book Labyrinth when she realizes the time and races home.

Fun fact 1; Toby, played by Toby Froud, is the son of the Conceptual designer for the movie. I of course have the movie on DVD. I actually bought it right after Bowie died. I watched the special features; it has like a whole documentary almost.

Sarah acts like a spoiled brat in the beginning of the movie. And ends up wishing that the Goblin King take away her half brother Toby. So of course Jareth, Bowie, accepted and took him back to his castle.

Fun fact 2; The glass ball work that Jareth does is actually done by a person behind him that is being his hands.

There is sooo much glitter in this movie (laughing face) Poor Hoggle, he just gets his name mispronounced throughout the whole movie.

When Sarah falls into the pit of helping hands its so creepy! Like just imagine all of these hands grabbing you. *shudder* The talking walls are one of my favorites “Oh please, I haven’t said it in such a long time!”

A little aways into the movie we meet Ludo. He’s a very big creature. Very loveable. Hubby and I name pets after shows/movies and had said if we ever got a dog that was a big lug we would name him Ludo. I also want a tattoo of a clock that has 13 hours on it.

Now for the crazy Fire Gang. They sure like to have a good time! Singing dancing, removing body parts, all the good stuff ya know? Then it leads them to The Bog of Eternal Stench! I can tell you that is one fictional place I DEFINETELY don’t want to go to.

Time for the final stretch! She has made it to the town outside the castle. Sarah and her friends have to fight their way through a ton of goblin underlings to get to the castle. Another one of my favorite things in this movie is that Ambrosia the dog goes back and forth between a real dog and a puppet. It is so cute how they use it to get the dogs reaction to be shown.

Sarah goes in to fight Jareth alone. She knows she can have her friends help, but she needs to do it on her own. She has all of these stairs all over the place. It is based off of a painting Relativity by M.C. Escher. But it is all different directions and she is trying to get to Toby while trying to defy gravity and save her brother.

In the end everything falls away and Sarah has her final stand off with Jareth. And still in the spirit of trying not to ruin these completely I will leave it here.

Thanks for stopping by for this week’s review!

Till next time!

 

-RRR

[talesofcrypt]

MADDOX, BROOKE:

“I already told you, I’m not going anywhere unless you come with me.” She could go one night without food. As for the missing warmth? Well, there was other ways to take care of that. One Brooke started to instigate as she straddled Tyler’s thighs in the backseat. They’ve had sex on top of this car once, it was only right they made love inside of it. “Quinn has a lady friend over anyway. I’m not sure I want to listen to them go at it all night.” It would be easier to ignore if Brooke didn’t know her father’s patterns. He never cooked a homecooked meal unless it was to impress someone. Brooke had no idea who the someone was. All she knew was that, it wasn’t her mother.

“Where’d you get this?” Lifting the sleeve of Tyler’s shirt, Brooke’s fingers lightly trace the wolf underneath Tyler’s moon tattoo. “The wolf seems sad. Is he sad?” She’s not sure how she drew that conclusion when the wolf was nothing but a black silhouette, therefore it had no features. But it was their dream conscious talking, as Brooke bent down to kiss the wolf. “I still love it when you call me pretty eyes, you know.” 

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“I don’t know if your dad still likes me.” Tyler’s fingers slowly trail up her sides and slip beneath her shirt where he softly touches and massages her naked waist. Brooke wasn’t just his girlfriend she was everything to him ( she was his best friend, his home and his soulmate ). Tyler would be lost without her. Sometimes being with her feels like a dream. Why would such a beautiful, smart, amazing girl want to occupy her time with the town criminal? She has a beautiful home, he has a car. She has a family, he’s an orphan. She has trophies and medals and ribbons all claiming her to be a prized equestrian, ballerina, pageant girl, and a scholar. She was Miss Americana and he was the Heartbreak Viper Prince. 

He doesn't want to keep injecting her with his poison, but he's also too selfish to let her go. “It’s Quinn. I doubt he can go at it all night.” Tyler retorted with a teasing smirk and playful laugh.

His fingers continue combing her sides and waist as she sits up on his lap. She was so gorgeous to look at. Breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes were made of glitter and magic. One look and he could feel himself falling under her spell. “You know Medusa has nothing on you. Do you know her story? She was said to be out of this world beautiful, but tragedy would find her in the form of men. They would chase her down and fill her life with endless hardships. One guy ruined her life forever. Neptune. He seduced the goddess and Minerva cursed her by giving her eyes that would turn any man who looks at her to stone. Your eyes are ethereal. You have me love stoned.” He takes a deep breath and then exhales. His can feel his heart racing and every inch of him is warm beneath her. 

“Yeah... the wolf is sad. He’s a sorry wolf. He's howling to the moon, wishing he could find his mate so he can apologize to her. You see, wolves are not always kind. They are raised a certain way. They’re taught from an early age to be hunters. They can only trust their pack. This wolf,” Tyler guides her flinger around the small black silhouette on his arm, “made a mistake when he thought he could no longer trust his mate. He was afraid of getting hurt so he hurt her first. But now he would do anything to take it all back. He would take all the pain. All the suffering. He would stand in front of a thousand armed hunters to protect her. You want to know why?” He reaches a hand to her face and lightly traces the shape of her lips. “Because he loves her. She has the prettiest eyes and he was a fool. I love you, Brooke Cecelia Maddox. I've always loved you.” 

[teeth-draws]

Mild spoilers for a romanced Blade in @shepherds-of-haven chapter 7 💌 🤭

[shinestarhwaa]

Hiiiii!!! I saw that you're writing for Ateez.... Could I possibly request for an Ateez reaction to reader who often dresses cute and light, only for them to find out that reader has a tattoo(like those badass dragon or skull ones- DEF GIVING MAFIA-) when they accidentally moved their hair or removed their jacket☺️. But that's only a suggestion and if you're comfortable to do it. Anyways, i hope you're having a nice day/night. ☺️☺️

Hii there! Yes I'll totally do this! I hope you like it!

ATEEZ REACTION TO YOU HAVING A BADASS TATTOO

Ateez x fem reader

No warnings

Hongjoong

Hongjoong had been working with you in the studio for a while now, writing a new song about love, the love you recently found in each other.

As you wrote your hair got in the way and you quickly tied it up in a bun, revealing your neck.

It didn't take too long before Hongjoong saw the skulls tattoo, his mouth falling open.

"Damn, Y/N, you could've told me before about that tattoo."

For a minute you got nervous. "Is it bad? Do you not like it?"

"What? No. It's hot."

You were glad the studio was soundproof, concealing his next actions.

Seonghwa

Seonghwa always thought there was something about you. Even though you always dressed in cute pastels and loved the adorable korean trending fashion styles, he knew there'd be something about you that'd surprise him.

Today he knew he was right. It was March and the temperature rose up every day. Today you were sat in your garden, having a romantic picnic with your new boyfriend.

Feeling a bit sweaty in your jacket, which warmed up in the sun, you decided to take it off.

Seonghwa couldn't help but check you out and quickly noticed the big dragon tattoo on your shoulder, peeking out from underneath your racer top.

He gasped softly and his eyes widened. "Wow," he spoke as you noticed that he saw your tattoo.

"That's... Hot."

You smirk and lean towards him. "I'm not all unicorns and glitter."

Yunho

It was finally the day Yunho was gonna introduce you to his parents. You stood in the hallway and Yunho offered to take off your cardigan.

"No, no baby I gotta keep that one on," you said.

"Wae? It's getting hot, you can take it off, you're not showing anything."

"Yunho, I'll be showing this."

You shook the cardigan off your right shoulder and revealed the large spider web tattoo on your arm.

Yunho was shook, to say the least. "Wow... I had no idea you had that tattoo," he said.

You laughed. "I was gonna tell you later on~"

"I wish I knew sooner. It looks really good," he winked.

Yeosang

It was date night and you just entered a fancy restaurant. Yeosang and you had been going out for 3 months now and due to busy schedules you hadn't taken many steps into your relationship yet.

But tonight was the night and you felt it in every thing. Every glance or look. Every touch.

You felt on fire.

Yeosang was so kind to take you on a date even when he just had worked all day, you sure were lucky to have him.

The gentleman he is for you, he took back the chair for you to sit on.

You smiled widely and sat down after taking off your leather jacket. "Thanks, love."

That's the moment he noticed the large, dark witchy tattoo down your spine. You totally forgot you had an open back dress on tonight.

"Holy shit. That tattoo."

"Oh shoot, my tattoo... Right-"

"I don't know if I can make it through dinner, knowing you have that."

You laughed. "Well you gotta, I'm hungry."

San

You were cooking a large and delicious meal for San after he came home. You were so nervous.

Today you got impulsive and you got a new tattoo on your arm. As it was hot you wore a tanktop so he'd see right away when he'd get home. You hoped he wouldn't mind, find it hot even.

And your thoughts didn't disappoint you when he came home.

"Hey baby, is- Is that a tattoo?" he gasped.

"Maybe?"

He stroked his fingers along the red dragon. "That's gorgeous," he smiled.

"I'm glad you like it," you kissed him sweetly.

Mingi

Mingi and you had been friends for a long time and only just started dating, so you hadn't gone too far with him yet.

But you knew tonight he was making moves and having a large back tattoo of a dragon worried you a lot.

But when the moment came, taking off each others shirts he smirked.

"A dragon hm?"

He caressed your back gently.

"Looks amazing on you..." he smiled. "It makes me want you more now."

Wooyoung

You knew your boyfriend well. He was a little wild at times and definitely made you loosen up through the years.

Now yesterday night you went out with your friends and on a dare you tattooed some skulls along your shoulder blades, thinking it looked really cool.

Now tonight you just called him into your room. You wanna tell him, but it kinda made you nervous.

"What is it, babe?"

"I got a tattoo last night."

His eyes widened. "A tattoo? Wah, show me," he smiled.

You took off your shirt and showed him your back. His fingertips grazed over your skin.

"Hm, they look gorgeous on you, makes me wanna have you more than ever baby."

Jongho

You were nervous about showing your tattoo to Jongho. Therefore you told him you weren't ready to go too far yet, even though you wanted to.

You just didn't peg him as a guy into tattoos.

"Why are you so squirmy?" Jongho grinned. He pulled you closer, making your skirt lift up higher up your thigh, revealing the big spider tattoo.

His eyes went wide and he went silent.

"I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was scared for your reaction-"

"That's so hot."

Well let's say you definitely took a step further that night.

[midnightbabylon]

Middle Of The Night (1)

summary: The most beautiful feeling is to be treated like a princess, isn't it? Your partner takes care of you, protects you as if you were a diamond. You feel safe, secure, as if nothing could ever happen to you. But what if it's all just a game to him and one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in town suddenly has his eye on you? Will he lose or will you?

pairing: mafia! Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: not in this part but following

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Classical music, suits and long dresses, alcohol and quiet chatter. Once again you find yourself in a large filled hall. The richest people in the world surround you while you are snuggled up to your fiancé. Chadwick Black is a handsome, rich, young man from New York. He looked like a Greek god. Dark skin, gold glittering eyes, curly brown hair, accentuated cheekbones and full lips. Besides his six-pack and other defined muscles, the most attractive thing about his body were his tattoos. You've had a thing for bad boys before. No wonder why you got into those circles. And for 4 years now you have been by his side. You ran into each other in a small café and last year he proposed to you. You could hardly believe your luck. It was your very own fairytale. At first it was funny how much he showered you with gifts and flowers. Now you were used to it. You were never so grateful in your life. Every woman stared at him when he entered the room. Everyone could feel his presence. He is everything you ever wished for. Handsome, loyal, funny, a bit mysterious and aloof but caring and calm. It wasn't hard to fall in love with him, it hit you like a sudden rainstorm in the desert. He smiled and it was all over you. When you got to know him better and the years went by, it wasn't like a fairy tale anymore. It had become your reality. Little by little you got to know the class of rich people. Chad always made you feel comfortable. When you were uncomfortable, he would take you out to get pizza and then watch a movie on the couch. But as is normal, after so many years together you fall into a rut. You take your partner for granted. You may live together in a beautiful loft, but he doesn't fight for you like he did in the beginning. You are always there anyway, his words. Why then still flowers or sometimes your favorite candy? He did take you out on a regular basis, but it was more business lunches than dates. And at those he disappeared with the men at some point and you were alone at the table with the Botox faces. You had nothing in common with these beasts, since they were all much older than you and were only after the money. They also whispered about you when they thought you weren't in the bathroom. Hopefully today would be different.

"You look incredibly good in that dress." Chad whispered softly in your ear. You had to giggle. "You picked it out, didn't you?" He grinned and his grip on your waist tightened. "Don't do anything that will attract a lot of attention," he growled suddenly. "I have important people to talk to now." He kissed your forehead and released his grip on you before disappearing to one of the back tables with shady looking men. Disappointed you let your head hang low. For a while now you had doubts about how Chad made his money, however he was very secretive. It was precisely through such bipolar behavior that such thoughts came to you. But every time you brought up this subject, he immediately changed it. You may have had only a small, not so important office job, but you were not stupid. You loved the man with all your heart, but lately it felt strange. You looked at him for a long time and then let your eyes wander around the room. An icy pair of blue eyes stared into yours. Startled, you took a breath as you recognized the hard face of Bucky Barnes. His features were tense as he eyed you. Swallowing, you looked away before heading for the bar. James Buchanan Barnes was one of the most dangerous men in the world. But damn this man looked good. Everybody knew that this man was in the mafia and he was not a good man to talk to. Once someone betrayed him, that person was never seen again. He meant trouble. That meant you had to stay away from him at all costs. "Jack Daniels, please." Slowly, you took a seat on the barstool and smiled at the bartender. "Such a beautiful woman ordering such a hard drink, who hurt you sweetie?" The incredibly white teeth of the lard curl in front of you flashed. "Excuse me but this is none of your business." smiling sweetly you sip the glass. "Don't you have any etiquette?" A deep voice sounded behind you and your body tensed. However, you couldn't ignore the goosebumps. Never before could a man, except Chad evoke such a reaction in you. "You don't talk to a lady like that." A large hand set a glass down beside you. "Fill it up." An incredibly fresh but tart aroma rose to your nose. The temptation to turn to him was strong, but it would be a fatal mistake. He reached for his refilled glass of whiskey and stood right next to you. His impossibly expensive gray suit clung to his muscles. It was probably more expensive than Chad's suit. "You're Y/N Y/L/N right?" You drained the glass in the next puff. "Who's asking?" He laughed softly, rubbing his stubble. The scent of his aftershave worked like a magnet. "Honey, I think they know exactly who I am." Now you really turned to him. "If you know who I am, why are you asking?" He lowered his eyes and suddenly you felt warm. He was just looking at your face but it felt forbidden. He moistened his lips and bit them with a grin. "Let's both stop playing this game, deal?" Now you started to grin. "I don't make deals with the devil." Barnes shook his head. "Ah Chad is learning. You're different from the other girls." A queasy feeling spread inside. "The other girls?" Your voice was quiet and your wall cracked. "The ones from Chad's past. All dumb blond idiots. But you..." His ice blue eyes scrutinized you from top to bottom for the first time, though you didn't feel the need to cover yourself. "You're special. Intelligent, beautiful, and confident. But you can tell right away that you're not from this world." You blinked rapidly and looked at him expectantly. "Excuse me?!“ He swirled the burning liquid in is glass. „Since you entered this room, you have not left Chadwicks side. Judging by your body language, you’re absolutely uncomfortable among these old geezers and rich snobs. I assume that you come from a middle class household and only got into this Millie trough Chad.“ Your cheek twitched. „Do you even know who your fiancé is?“ It scared you how quickly he could see trough you. Now you felt vulnerable. „Would you dance with me?“ „Why do you think I would dance with you after such a humiliating analysis?“

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. „Since Chad left you alone every single man has only eyes for you in this skintight dress. You are the tiny little fish and these men are the sharks.“ You looked over his shoulder and noticed the lascivious looks of the men. „I did not think that someone would find me so attractive.“ You mumbled to yourself. "You are the most beautiful woman in this room and that is not a lie. I'm an honest man." He gently placed the now empty glass on the counter. "Honest? And if I asked you right now how you make your money, would you answer?" "Those are not the topics that matter my beautiful. I would never leave my partner alone to do dirty business in a back room." "May I have this dance?" Uncertainly you looked around for your fiancé. Bucky Barnes felt like a forbidden fruit. "It's just a dance, not a wedding." He laughed softly and exhaled in relief as you grabbed his hand. One hand was in a leather glove. There were only rumors why he would wear such thing. Nothing confirmed. But that was the exact thing, that made it so excited. Why was he relieved, as if a woman had ever turned him down. He gently but firmly pulled you onto the dance floor against his chest. You had to clear your throat and took some distance. "Sorry, most women want to dance this close with me no matter if they are single, engaged or married." You didn't answer him but listened to the soulful music in the background. After a few minutes you even started to enjoy it, although you felt that his scent was a dangerous drug. You liked this scent, wanted to keep breathing it in so deeply, but suddenly there was only emptiness. "What the hell Y/N?! So this is what you call not drawing attention to yourself? Have you completely lost your mind." Chad roughly pulled you away from the mobster into a dark corner. "You're hurting me." Only after more tearful pleas did he let go of your arm. Ashamed, you rubbed the affected area. "Don't provoke me. You don't want to know what else I'm capable of." Shocked, you looked at the man across from you. "Who are you?!" Wide-eyed, you took a few steps back before you felt the wall at your back. "The man I fell in love with would never have made such a scene or grabbed me like that. What's wrong with you that you're changing so much?" He laughed snidely and shook his head. "This is embarrassing. Dancing with that creep Bucky Barnes in front of everyone. How am I supposed to look?“ Your mouth dropped open. Now you were embarrassing him, too. "Excuse me." you muttered softly, slipping past him to the restrooms. Quickly you shut the ugly red door behind you and hid on the toilet seat. Pressing your hand firmly over your mouth, you began to suppress sobs. Stunned, you rummaged in your pocket and took out the one cigarette that was only for emergencies to calm your nerves. Right after the first puff, the taste was absolutely disgusting, but you needed that right now. Lady-like, you then went to the sink and put on your red lipstick. Then you pulled the clip out of your hair to let your long hair fall over your shoulders. You were a strong, confident woman, so a little scene like that wouldn't bring you down now. Just before you push the door open again, you tightened your shoulders. When you entered the ballroom again, you had the feeling that there were even more people in the room than before. You kept an eye out for the dark-haired back of your fiancé's head. You didn't want to let a little argument like that come between you. Just when you found him, you stopped abruptly. Next to him was a blond girl with curls. Giggling and groping each other, they disappeared into a broom closet. You had to be in the wrong movie. In a moment, someone would jump out of an ambush and shout,„PRANK!Fooled you! But nothing happened.

For a long time a sudden nausea came over you. It just had to be a joke. After a little argument, he went straight for some bimbo instead of talking to you. Oh no, that's not how it would go. Disgusted, you screwed up your face and swallowed the lump in your throat. The hairs on the back of your neck tickled as if someone was watching you.You refused to look for the blue eyes. You were sure that he was watching you right now. But those weren't the eyes that mattered. What the hell was his sudden change in behavior about? Where was the man you fell in love with? In a few seconds you were just a piece of trash? You left the room with your eyebrows drawn together. Instead of taking the elevator, you put your hand on the cold handle of the staircase. Who would follow you anyway? Worried, you looked at the ugly gray walls and dirty steps. Hesitantly you pulled the expensive high heels off your feet and ran down the first three floors. Just as you turned the corner again, you heard the door of the fourteenth floor. You looked up the center aisle and stared into his eyes. Tears began to burn in your eyes. Grandiose, now the most dangerous man was following you and not your fiancé. When strong arms grabbed you, you were already sobbing. Instead of feeling the cold wall, you were surrounded by his scent and the soft fabric of his suit. Now was the moment when your walls fell down. "I hate him, I hate him. How could he do such a thing to me!!! In front of all these people that's not-" Barnes hand stroked your hair soothingly. "Shh." His body tensed before he spoke the following words, "Your ex-fiancé just made the biggest mistake of his life.....Trust me, he's going to pay for it."

Part 2 following!

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