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Bra/No Bra

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ꕥ in the heat of spring | rush hours feat. ino takuma x reader ꕥ jjk masterlist // ao3 version

content warnings: pwp, reader has vagina and breasts, sex at a love hotel, feminine pet names, praise, dirty talk, fingering, vaginal sex word count: 3.5k mood prompt: gentle and commanding kink prompt: sex in clothes requested by: @mirkaaaluv a/n: well, well, well, if it hasn't gotten out of hand ^^" i wanted this, and other heat of spring texts, to be 1k words and best and yet, here we go. i guess ino just has his own set of rules lmao

The atmosphere changed as soon as the door opened and revealed your chosen room.

Ino's hand, so far only nudging you gently towards your destination, wanders down, to your ass, and sinks fingers into the soft flesh. You've expected the move—and yet, you jerk up, barely catching a high-pitched yelp at your throat. You're so tense that even a brush of a feather would send you spinning, an unambiguous touch is almost like a torture.

A welcomed one but a torture, nevertheless.

It's your first time at a love hotel as a guest and something about this fact keeps you right on the thin line between excitement and panic. It's hard to find a rational explanation for your state; you've been in many of them before, as a sorcerer, perpetually erasing the curses born of lust, stress, and raveled emotions you loathed to name but learnt by heart and damped down in order to do your job properly. You gave this place a quick scan even before you stepped into the main hall, and it was as clean as a sex-focused establishment could be. You stared intently at the blurry silhouette of the check-in clerk behind the frosted glass as Ino paid for your room and claimed the card key, but there was nothing suspicious about them. You looked around for residuals or disturbing vibes that could betray a presence—past or present—of a curse, just to find nothing.

It was a safe hotel—and yet, you were much more tense than you ever were in those cursed ones.

"You okay?" Ino puts the card key into the holder, turns the light on, finally closes the door behind you two. "You're…kinda pale. Is it—"

"No." You cut in, your voice calm and unbothered, contrary to a shriek you've expected. "Definitely not. I've checked."

"No curses?"

"No curses."

Ino laughs and kisses the back of your neck, "If there was one around, I'd tear it with bare hands, I think. I fought for this fuck break for a week. C'mon, ladies first."

Nudged by a playful yet hearty squeeze on your ass, you finally step fully in. The room is almost soundproof; the soothing music played from the speakers at the corridor is immediately replaced by serene silence. Fighting against weirdly stiff legs, you take a few curious steps inside; the space is on the smaller side but well organized and cozy for a hotel booked for a single night at best. There's a small tv, speakers, two chairs by a coffee table with a small basket (filled with everything you would need from an establishment of this kind), door leading to a private bathroom—and, of course, the main star of the event: a comfy-looking bed, big enough to fit not two but even three adults at once.

In any other place and time, you would happily pounce straight on it, to test if it's as soft as the views promise—but with legs so stiff and your head spinning you need another nudge from your boyfriend to finally approach closer.

"Well—" Ino is right behind you, the side of his face pressed close to yours and his fingers slowly tracing your sides. "—how do you like it?"

"It's…nice. Very nice."

For a starter, you've been aiming for a cautious sit at the edge of the bed, but Ino is faster, bolder, and impatient with your guarded behavior. Hand on your hip, he spins you around and crashes lips against yours. It's a hasty, hungry kiss, full of longing and agony of separation for weeks of work, stress, and all of this cursed bullshit pulling you two out of your routine. You can't blame Ino for finally snapping; you feel it too, the fire you forced into the subconsciousness has perked its head up and is pushing you now into his hungry arms. The familiar tight knot in your abdomen is pulling hard, harder than you've felt since what seems forever, and begging for a fast and intense release.

If he kissed you like this for longer, the weird tension would evaporate from your head—but Ino's in a rush, as always when his needs are pent up to the verge of bursting. He pulls away from your lips just to push you on the bed, yanks the beanie off his head, hesitates over doing the same with the hoodie just for a second but leaves it, already too starved of your closeness. He advances on you with such momentum that he pushes air out of your lungs—and doesn't let you take another breath before kissing you again with the same fervor. The horny beast in you growls, pleased, and your legs immediately open to fit him better—but the tension at the back of your head remains and tries its best to tie your body into its submission.

"Fuck, I need you..." Ino rasps into your ear, sending harsh shivers down your spine. He ruts his hips against you, the rapidly growing bulge against your groin leaving you no doubts you're for a fast and bumpy ride. You mewl and crane your neck for his lips, jerk your hips up in an answer to his bite, whimper, and moan when he lingers to mark you with a hickey. 

His hands don't give your nerves the same luxury; using one for leverage to pin you with his body just enough, he sneaks the other under your clothes. It traces your tum lovingly but, remembering you have only three hours yanked out of your tight schedule, dives into your pants and panties shortly after.

"You're tense," Ino points out as he's spilling wet kisses from your jaw towards your neck and lower. 

"This is new," you admit but don't follow any further, trying to silence your uneasiness with haste, shallow kisses that swallow his pleased murmurs and mewls. There is no time for niceties, both of you know it—and you're not letting your weird qualms get in your way, not with the fire spilling between your legs just at the brush of his fingers against your slit.

It's uncomfortable to maneuver under your jeans without unzipping them but Ino would endure even digging in a cooling-down concrete if it meant he could finally touch the place he longed for the most. He curses under breath, his words moist against your neck, and finally finds an angle that satisfies him. His thumb traces your slit, spreads your labia and toys with your clit—touch undeniably pleasant but also palpably rushed, especially for a man who could finger you for hours, until you were nothing but a puddle melting in his hands. He's rather seeking for your arousal than working for it; you're more damp than wet but that's enough, it was before, and your thighs quiver by his sides when he teases right at your entrance.

Tension itches at the back of your head; when Ino's eyes seek yours you nod with agreement, maybe even too sharply to pass as genuine. Under other circumstances he would point it out and ask to be doubly sure, to read the sweet consent from the timbre of your voice, but his senses are as hazy as yours—and he's not thinking with the right brain anymore.

He adjusts the position of his hand one more time—and slides two fingers into you, at once.

Instead of the expected surge of pleasure, your body spasms and you hiss sharply as you try to stop your hips from jerking away. The tension hasn't worked in your favor; yes, the moisture would be more than enough if you were at home, lazy and relaxed, but here it fights against his fingers, access suspended, no matter what your soul and mind are craving.

Ino immediately notices.

"Oh baby, did I hurt you?" He withdraws his hand and lifts himself on both arms now, giving you more space beneath him. The wildfire in his eyes has turned warm and docile, and he's looking at you with nothing but concern—and guilt, creeping at the corners of his big, puppy eyes.

"No, don't worry, I'm alright." You scratch at the back of his head, yourself not sure if to calm down him, yourself, or both at once. You don't know how to explain your current situation without sounding too intricately and ridiculously. You're tempted to joke that you would feel more at ease if there was a curse in the next room, but that's not really the strategy you're looking for to salvage the mood.

"A false start?" Ino finds the right words first and exhales with relief when you agree. "Shit... I was so focused on time... My bad. I'm sorry."

When he reaches to your lips again, the kiss is softer, asking for your forgiveness, but as enthusiastic as before. There's still plenty of heat in between the two of you, so it doesn't take long for your moves to turn sloppy and hungry anew. He's more cautious, though, and doesn't budge from his position any further than needed to sip from you. No matter how tempting you and your mewls are, he's not caving in, not until you're nice and putty in his arms.

It seems it's been hours when he finally asks if you want to continue, and you nod with such enthusiasm that your vision goes blurry for a moment, the tension at the back of your head already too lazy to perk its head, peeking curiously at the situation instead.

A soft kiss on your cheek later, Ino climbs off the bed and, finally, strips off his hoodie. The view itself does wonders to your mood; his athletic and lean body is a work of art, begging to be touched, licked, and caressed. You stare at his back intently as you work your pants and panties down—and count its crevices and lines of defined muscles you're going to trace soon. The tension lets out only a warning thrum when your partner starts digging in the basket with love hotel goods, but it's pretty much its last spasm.

With a comically triumphant noise, Ino turns with a bottle of lube and a condom in his hands—and stops in his tracks at the sight of your half-naked body. He takes a harsher breath when you roll your shirt over your waist; from the weight of his stare, you know he's inches from pouncing on top of you again. Nerves and will of steel, forged in heated battles against curses, pay off in a situation like this, he shrugs the temptation off and snuffs out the wildfire running through his veins.

Everything for your sake.

"You spoil me." The mattress dips under his weight as Ino approaches you on his knees, opening the lube with his teeth at the same time. He spits the cap out on the floor and sits by your side on his heels. He takes his time studying your curves, almost motionless if not for his chest heaving with need and his abdominal muscles tensing and twitching. He might be controlling himself, but it doesn't come with ease. Each breath is a fight against his instincts, racing thoughts, and pulsing hardness relentlessly pushing on his jeans.

"Show yourself to me, pretty girl." He finally snaps out of trance and pours lube, almost everything he has, on his fingers. A smile grows on his face as you listen, bending your legs in knees and spreading them wide for him. "Yes, just like this... Fuck, you're so hot..."

Scooting closer, Ino moves in between them, eyes fixed on his goal, warm and ready for him—but still takes his time to adore you properly. He leans close to your thigh, kisses your knee with sweet affection and advances further down, until he has you giggling and mewling with anticipation—so close to your core yet so painfully away.

One flick of gaze up later he finally reaches between your legs again—the strategy and technique all the same but slower and patient. He spreads lube along your slit as he caresses it, working his way past the last knots of your hesitation. He teases and asks for permission until he's sure your gasps and spasms are genuine in every way possible, and even there, he takes his sweet time playing with your clit. In the heated rush you've almost forgotten how sadistic and stubborn he can be if only he wants to spoil you beyond the expectations. Soon he has every single one of your nerves taunt and at the mercy of his fingertips and midst your hazy mind you're thanking the conditions for giving you two so little time, otherwise he would boil you right there for painfully long hours.

Right as you're ready to beg for more, Ino finally makes his move, starting with a single finger this time.

"There we go, smooth and easy..." He's slow and careful, his eyes fixed on your pussy as he fills you up to his knuckle. "Such a good girl, Y/N..."

He adds another one and smirks down at your expression. Not caring about the mess, he tosses the bottle with lube away and lies beside you, chest flush to your shoulder. You feel his warm breath right by your ear, heavy and right on the verge of a needy groan; prolonging the fast has its great price and he's paying without a blink. It's so unbelievably hot to have him so worked up with only two fingers in you, to be so adored and needed that he's taut like a string on the verge of snapping, and his tongue is tying into knots as he's whispering dirty encouragements for you.

"My... You're getting so wet now..." His voice is throaty, tense and almost breaking, in the most sensual way. "Sucking me in... Can you squeeze a little more? Oh yes, that's right, that's a good girl, working so hard to take my fingers. Do you think you can take another one? I'll be gentle. You need to take it, if you want my cock, pretty girl."

His breathing hitches when you, indeed, take the third finger. Rutting against your side, his hard-rock length twitching in his jeans, he moans, loud and pathetic, at your cunt fluttering around his knuckles. His patience is on the verge of crumbling; even the gentlest and most loving boyfriend has his limits and Ino has pushed past them ages ago. Even midst the hot-red haze mantling your mind you can feel him struggling. His moves turn less precise and sloppy, once almost ceasing, once rushing and seeking that one last nerve to graze and snap. Along with willpower he's losing his focus, putting it instead whole into not cumming into his pants.

And yet, despite everything, he puts you in the first place.

"Fuck..." Ino flounders between words, trying to play two roles at once and win his prize in both of them. "It's so hot... Pretty girl, please? Can I fuck you now? Look, you're taking my fingers already... Fuck— You're taking them so well... Will you cum on them? I want you to cum. Please, cum for me, sweetheart."

He whispers a please after a please into your ear, abandoning stretching you for the sake of moving the remains of his focus to your clit. He rubs it fast and sloppily, far from ideal but makes up for it with desperation and not ceasing until your heels start to dig in the mattress and your thighs to spasm and shake. 

"Do it now, sweet girl." He trips over his words as if he was as close to the release as you're now, but he finds enough willpower to show dominance one last time before he finally pushes you over the edge. Your whole body spasms, the buildup and anticipation resulting in a strong, mind-numbing and exhausting orgasm. For a moment there's nothing for you but blank, overwhelming pleasure, white silence and dry, itching pain in your lungs, as if you forgot how to breathe when you were crying out his name.

You return to your senses with stickiness all over your skin and his hot breath pressed to your sweaty neck with a silent pleading for more.

Ino licks his lips when your gaze meets and smiles, as cheeky and proud of his work as impatient. His eyes are glossy, feverish, and his cheeks are flushed so much they're beaming with heat, "Are you okay?"

You nod, not quite having power to say something yet.

"Do you want more? Can I take you?"

Another nod—and a bright smile at his sudden, childish pounce at given consent. Ino's hands are shaking when he unbuckles and unzips his jeans; his fluffy happy trail leads your gaze towards his heavy, twitching erection and precum beading at its head, threatening to spill everything at the slightest friction. He doesn't do much better when rolling a condom on, almost dropping it straight out of the wrapping and dragging a dry spasm of laughter out of you.

"See what you're doing to me, you little minx?" He says once finally successful and squirts the last dollop of lube along his shaft. He spreads it with a few strokes—biting on the bottom lip as he's doing so, so close to his finish that even a loose, almost mechanical jerk of a hand is overstimulating—then finally takes his place between your legs.

He spreads your knees further open, pulls your hips closer and helps you rest your calves against his chest. Before he guides your ankles to his shoulders, he brushes a gentle kiss against the elastic band of one of your socks, then the mark it left before it slid down.

"Ready?" He asks, voice shaking, as he's rubbing himself against your puffy, sensitive clit: shallow, pleading thrusts that could as well just get him off right over you.

You nod again and your eyes flutter in pleasure as Ino wastes no time and slides in, with ease and a loud, guttural groan. He stills mid-way in, intense twitching inside of you calling for a fast finish, but he manages to calm himself down enough to press further, leading your knees towards your chest until he meets your limit.

"Holy shit..." Eyes closed, Ino bites on his lips almost to blood. Sweat pearls on his forehead, first droplets trickle down his temples, and his arms, supporting your legs, start shaking. "This is... Fuck, baby girl, I missed it... I missed you so much..."

He twitches harder when you trace his back, lets out a single dry sob when you run fingers through his hair and pull him closer to yourself. It's okay, he has worked hard for it, he can let go and just enjoy himself. You want to say all of this aloud, but only breathing and soft mewls feel right now—and he's too lost in it to hear all of that anyway.

His control snaps, from tranquil and nearly motionless he switches into the highest gear in seconds, and his deep, harsh, desperate thrusts pierce your body deeper into the soft mattress. It's primal and selfish, and the closest to using you Ino could ever get, each day of loneliness and pent-up tension written in the frantic and sloppy rhythm of his hips. It could have been too much for your body, so spent after an intense orgasm, but he doesn't last long, soon whining and moaning, and finally coming, with fingers digging into your thighs and head falling into the crook of your neck.

He's thrusting into you, at the end only rocking gently against you, until he has no cum and power left in him. He lets your legs slide by his sides and sprawls himself on top of you, heavy, sweaty, so hot against your barely pulled-up shirt and his jeans lowered just below his hips.

"Holy shit, I needed that." There's a trace of smile in Ino's voice—and even in his groan when he fails to pull out of you and has to collapse on you again.

With a pleased, agreeing hum you wrap arms around him and giggle when he finds some steam in him to nibble on your neck. The room is filled with your breathing, mixed musk of your bodies, and the barely audible but steady buzz of the electronics. Now, when nestled cozy with his body close to yours and his lips affectionately tasting your skin, the worry and tension that got in between the two of you feel so irrational that you want to laugh. How could you possibly feel so out of place when you had Ino by your side all this time? The rhythm of his heart and smell of his cologne alone have you feeling at home, safe, cozy and loved.

"How much time do we have left?" Ino fishes his phone from the back pocket, furrows his brows, displeased, when he glances over the screen. "Hey. Do you think we can make it with one more round, shower and a lunch in less than an hour?"

"Do you still have power left after that?" You giggle when he wriggles to find a comfortable position, tickling you while doing so. "You're crazy."

"Nah." He sinks teeth into your shoulder, playfully, but hard enough to leave a little mark. "I'm not just crazy. I'm crazy for you."

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I have a question that Google has not enlightened me on, and that I think is in your wheelhouse. I don't know much Old Hollywood. Why do young 20something pop stars keep referencing Brigitte Bardot? Like, I know a reference to Clara Bow usually means heart-shaped lips and soulful eyes, but I can't figure out Brigitte Bardot

I love being the expert on this but I want you to know that I'm not an expert on this and am just spitballing here. With that said, my guess is that there's a small number of Old Hollywood icons whose legend still sticks around in some way—Clara Bow, Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe all still have some cultural relevance, even though that relevance is mostly disconnected from their actual career and more focused on the bits and pieces that remain of the ~vibe~ of their career. People use a movie star's name as a style shortcut. For Audrey, that means long cigarette holders and black Givenchy dresses and big mascara eyes. For Marilyn, that means floating white dresses and platinum blonde and hot pink satin and diamonds. These things are not terribly tied to the actual bulk of movies they starred in, but they're the bits that stick around in the collective consciousness.

For Brigitte Bardot, I think what pop stars are referencing is the ~vibe~ of her status when she first became a star—she had an earthier, bolder sexuality in her presentation than most of post-WWII Europe was used to seeing. She seemed sexy in a straightforward, "I rolled out of bed like this" way, particularly when compared to the studio-controlled Hollywood beauties. (she probably did not roll out of bed like that, but you get my gist—she conveyed a natural vibe, even if it took work on her part.) So I think if you wanted to reduce Bardot to a style reference, you'd be thinking about boldness and earthiness balanced with freshness, conveyed through kohl-circled eyes and tousled hair, sexy but not trying too hard.

I genuinely don't know though! That's just my guess off the top of my head. Sorry I took two paragraphs to get there :)

[I am not advocating for Bardot as a person here and am just looking at her style and reputation as a screen icon in the understanding that we all know this blog does not tacitly agree with her politics or views simply by discussing her.]

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A clear reminder of how it began

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Domestic fluff and sass. You try to sneak something into the house, and Simon catches you at it.

This series is a loose fit series, meaning these are not in any particular order. All the same couple, though. Also meaning I'm dropping y'all straight into an established relationship.

Warnings: Swearing and sass, a little suggestive language at the end.

Word count: 494

“Need help with the groceries?”

The question shouldn't have startled you. Simon asked every time you did the shopping without him. But you still blinked guiltily, shifting your weight, one hand behind your back. “No, it's okay, I'm just gonna put my puree down and grab the rest.” 

Not entirely a lie. There were only two more bags, you'd easily grab them on the next trip. 

But it was more that you were trying to sneak past him, a little bit. 

You almost managed it, too. Except he turned to look at you. And instantly clocked the awkward way one hand was behind your back. 

“Don't tell me.” Caught somewhere between dismay and amusement, Simon raised one eyebrow at you. 

“Alright. I won't tell you.” Your own lips twitched in response, though you tried to maintain a neutral expression. 

Simon sighed, more for show than out of real emotion, and stood, stalking over to you. You finally pulled the plant from behind your back to avoid squishing it. 

“I thought we agreed no more.”

“They were trying to kill it!” You defended, pouting at him. “Look at this.” You held out the plastic holder to him, white-lined leaves rattling a little. 

Simon humored you, taking the plant. His eyebrows both shot up as he realized the same thing you had. The poor plant was bone dry, entirely too light for its size. 

His sigh was his surrender.

“Don't have space for it,” he grumbled, even as he stepped back and handed the plant back to you. 

“I'll find a space.” Bolder now, you left it on the kitchen counter with the rest of the groceries, intending to go back and grab the last two bags. 

“Didn't agree to live in a nursery,” he grumbled, amusement clear in his tone. 

“Sure you did,” you teased right back without missing a beat. “When you married me.” 

“Is that what I agreed to?” 

“Yup. It was right in there with the love and cherish bit.” 

Simon snorted, and when you came back in he was busy putting away the perishables. “Shoulda warned me sooner.”

“Nah, much more fun to let you find out on your own.” The front door closed gently behind you. 

His teeth flashed in a brief, predatory grin. Your heart stilled and then thumped hard. You knew that expression. “I can think of things I'd rather find out.” 

You swallowed, eyeing the distance between the two of you. You were closer to the bedroom than he was. You had half a chance of making it. “And what exactly do you have in mind?” 

The only warning you had was the brief sight of those teeth again before he swiped at you, big hand just missing grabbing the front of your shirt. You yelped and bolted, groceries forgotten in your dash to the bedroom. 

After all, the point wasn't to get away. The point was to get somewhere you wouldn't end up with rug burn. 

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Hold Me Close

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland 

Genre: fluff

Physical affection headcanons with some of the NRC boys!

Riddle Rosehearts 

The teacup tyrant isn’t the most experienced when it comes to physical affection, or even fondness in general. He probably hasn’t gotten a hug more than twice in his life. When you give him a taste of what love is supposed to be like, he’s hooked right away. 

The first time you convinced Riddle to sit on the couch in his room together, he couldn’t believe how good it felt to be held. He has always considered cuddling to be a waste of time that could be used for studying. He had definitely collared couples he had found snuggling up in public as well, ranting about proper conduct in the hallways and inappropriate public displays of affection and whatnot. But now, he can understand those people who couldn’t wait a single second longer to have their lover in their arms. It takes a lot of self-control not to leap into yours every time he sees you. However, Riddle’s strict mindset can’t be unlearned overnight. It’s practically ingrained in him to worry about the opinions of others, and he won’t do anything to damage the pristine public image he’s built up for himself at NRC.

The most PDA you’ll get out of him is holding hands or linking arms in the hallway while he walks you to your next class, gentleman-style. If he’s feeling a bit bolder, then he’ll give you a chaste kiss on the back of the hand or forehead when saying goodbye. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be closer to you in public; he’s just too nervous to actually take initiative. 

In private, Riddle still holds true to his stiff nature, but he’s much more mild. He doesn’t mind you hugging him tightly or cuddling into his side when the two of you are in a room alone. Normally, he will automatically assume the position of the ‘holder.’ He wants to be your protector and make you feel safe with him, like a traditional gentleman. He loves it when you hug him by looping your arms under his and placing your hands on his upper back. It reminds him of the position used for ballroom dancing, an elegant activity that he associates with fairy tales and true love- intimately close, yet still proper and pure.

The only time Riddle’s rational brain will shut off and his inhibitions disappear entirely is when Riddle is upset. After collaring someone in public, he’ll rush for privacy. When alone, his frustration tends to pour out in angry tears. He’ll immediately seek refuge in your arms when this happens. Please, just hold him close. Let him bury his face in your neck and cry his heart out. It’s quite sad to see, but crying helps him get his stress out in a healthier way than screaming at Ace and Deuce. 

Finally, when Riddle is in a serious, committed relationship, he’d be willing to share a bed with you. It would take a long while to get to this point- he wants you guys to have discussed and laid out plans for a future together before even considering it. Sleeping is when he’s in his most vulnerable state- the fact that he trusts you enough to ask you to stay with him at night is a testament to how much he loves you.

A lot of time and effort would be spent in a relationship with Riddle, but in the end,  you are the only one who gets to hold him at night. And seeing his relaxed face and peaceful breathing while he rests on your chest is all worth it. 

Deuce Spade

In spite of the honors student act and tough-guy demeanor that Deuce tries to maintain, he is so very soft. No matter how much time passes, Deuce will never not get excited and flustered when you cuddle with him, even if it’s just a simple side-hug in the classroom after a lesson. He’ll sit up straight and stiffen, cheeks burning and lips pressed together in an effort not to let out a shrill squeak. If you kiss him, expect him to pull you in closer and hold your hands, gazing at you with wide eyes and telling you he loves you as if he’s confessing for the first time, all over again. It's enough to cause anyone around you to gag on the sweetness and sincerity that pours out of this boy.

Deuce is inexperienced in romance, and pretty shy when it comes to initiating things. He doesn’t want to come off as pushy or disrespectful, so for a while it might just be you who asks if you can hold hands. The more you show him that you want affection from him, the more confident he’ll get at initiating it himself. Slowly but surely your boyfriend will begin to brush his fingers shyly against yours, and lean in just a little closer when talking to you, hoping you’ll get the hint and just kiss him already.

If you ask for a hug, Deuce will say yes, no matter what. He spent years playing the part of a delinquent, and refusing the hugs his mother offered him at that time. It pains him to think of how much that must have hurt her, and he never wants you to feel that way. In a way, Deuce sees your affection almost like a second chance to do things the right way. 

In public, Deuce wants to uphold the image of an honors student. That means no making out in the open. He will want to hold your hand, hug you, and spend moments snuggled up side by side on benches around campus, though. While a bit flustered that someone would want to be so close to him, he’s never embarrassed to be seen with you. He  wants the world to know that you’re together. You love him! … You love him. 

Deuce changes his levels of PDA depending on who’s around, and how comfortable he is with them. Deuce wants to earn the respect of his housewarden (and also doesn’t want a collar around his neck) so he’ll hold off on kissing in front of Riddle. He’ll still hold your hand gently, and Riddle will be able to see how hard Deuce is trying to be proper for you. He can’t fault him for that. 

With Trey and Cater, expect a very shy but affectionate version of Deuce. While he won’t initiate anything on his own in front of them, Cater will probably make a comment that gives him the push he needs to give you the attention you’ve been waiting for. Trey is more subtle about it, but don’t be surprised if he ‘accidentally’ brings one less fork than needed for the treats he baked, so that you have to share one. He might even teasingly suggest that you feed Deuce, if he’s feeling mischievous.

Around the other first years, Deuce is a lot bolder when it comes to affection. Ace and Epel seem to enable him a bit, with their constant teasing, and besides, they already know how Deuce is as a person. There’s no pressure to act proper, so he’ll pull you in for lip kisses and be direct when holding your hand. If you point it out though, he might become shy again and push his face into your shoulder to hide the flush on his cheeks. Please don’t tease him, he just wants to love you. 

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie is a bit unconventional when it comes to contact. His main form of physical affection is play-fighting. It’s not unlike the courtship rituals of certain animals that will wrestle and chase each other around before pairing off. Ruggie will take the slightest bits of affection as an invitation to tackle you and roll you onto the couch or bed or even the grass. It turns into a tussle, with the both of you trying to pin the other and make them concede. 

This usually ends in one of two ways- Number one is the normal outcome. You’ll roll around until one of you ends up sitting on the other’s back, with a few bruises to show for the effort. The loser has to buy lunch that day! (It really doesn’t matter who buys the food, you end up sharing all of it anyways.)

Number two is when Ruggie is feeling romantic and realizes that wow, your face is super close to his right now, and that he really, really loves you. Abruptly, the wrestling will stop and he’ll pull you closer to him, burying his face in your neck and giving you a gentle nip. When you yelp, he’ll giggle into the spot- shishishishi, I gotcha now. Even when drunk on love, Ruggie is playful.

When it comes to traditional PDA, Ruggie is as shameless with you as he is with his meals. Doesn’t matter if you’re in class, walking around campus, or straight up sitting on Leona’s bed. He will try to make out with you and no, he doesn’t care who sees. He wants the world to know that hey, he’s yours. You chose him and he chose you. There’s nothing they can do about it, so don’t even try! If you are uncomfortable with the level he goes to though, he will ease up and opt for cheek kisses or slinging his arm around your shoulder instead. 

While not a form of physical contact, Ruggie loves it when you wear the few articles of clothing that are actually his and not Leona’s hand-me-downs. Things like his bandana scarf are precious to him because he worked hard to be able to call them his. So seeing you in them makes him feel like you’ve accepted him into your heart, truly and fully. 

Azul Ashengrotto

In private, Azul has no problem giving you a gentle kiss or two or letting you sit on his lap and lean on his chest while he works out new ways to scam his customers. It makes him happy that you enjoy spending time with him even while doing mundane things. Time passes so much quicker when you’re around. However, when it comes to more intimate activities like makeout sessions, he cannot initiate one without dying inside a little bit. How is he supposed to ask for something like that with a straight face? 

Please run your hands through his hair. He loves it and cannot get enough of it. In fact, Azul just loves being pampered in general. He always wants to be the little spoon when you share a bed or lay down together. Rub his back, tell him he’s handsome and shower him in kisses. He will eat it up like a starved man. 

Azul is suave in public, and very good at hiding his emotions. But even he can’t hide how much he adores you. It doesn’t matter if you want to hug him around the waist in public or nuzzle into him- he can’t say no to you, nor does he want to. He’ll try to deflect the flustered look on his face and stay calm, but he just can’t when you’re so close to him.

Just like Riddle, Azul will have to be very comfortable with you before he trusts you enough to let you sleep in the same bed as him. Azul actually reverts back to his octopus body when he’s exhausted enough- and early on he’s terrified that you’ll be disgusted at his true form. He’ll go to great lengths to make sure you never see it- at least until you get serious. Then, he’ll tentatively reveal it to you. When you tell him he’s beautiful, he’ll bawl his eyes out and squeeze you tight enough to crack a rib. You’ll have sucker marks on your skin for a week after that. 

Oh dear. The octopus escaped his pot again and now he’s clinging onto your leg. Once Azul gets his arms around you, he will not let go for anything. He’s desperate for sincere love and will milk your attention for as much as it’s worth. Indulge him for a bit- he needs the reassurance that you want him as much as he wants you.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[misteria247]

So....Echoes of Wisdom huh. Does this mean.....that Zelda would be considered the hero or rather heroine of the Triforce....? Would this perhaps.......make her qualified to be apart of the lads.....? You know the heroes of the Triforce?

Can you imagine the chaos....?

Here's all these Triforce holders of Courage, from all different parts of time and then there's the Triforce holder of Wisdom. Aka Zelda fighting with the others for control over the singular brain cell they all share just imagine it for a moment. Imagine them in battle with all their swords and magical items then here comes Zelda with a fucking bolder ready to hulk smash someone-

[mychlapci]

Transformers encountering all the various human solutions to boobs ranging from corsets, stays, bras, suport tanks, breastbands, cross tied cords, choli, freeballing, etc. Immediately start trying all the varieties for better well suport. Breakdown neads some good overshoulder bolder holders lets be real.

humans finally introduce cybertronians to boob support that is more comfortable than "just stuff them behind the chest plate and hope for the best" and they can't get enough. This is awesome for them. Bras and corsets are big hits. Some bots have taken a more radical approach and just let their tits hang out because they realized they don't have to suffer with them squeezed uncomfortably behind their chest plate....

[transientwordsmith]

HaKodesh Kadosh (Take me to Shul)

nsfw, religious imagery, ~1500 words

It was his brother’s bar mitzvah. His mother was absolutely livid when we walked in a half hour after shacharit had already started. She couldn’t chew us out since she was sitting at the front of the room, closest to the bimah, so she settled on giving us death stares. We both grabbed siddurs and he grabbed a kippah before we both went our separate ways, on opposite sides of the mechitza.

It didn't really matter to me which side of the mechitza I sat on, but I chose the women’s side that day to try to allay his mother’s fears of us disrupting the service after the transgression of coming in late.

I picked a seat all the way in the back. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to show support for the bar mitzvah boy and his family, it’s just that sometimes the rabbi can go on for a long time, and I want to be able to pull out my book without judgment.

Today, though, I was feeling rather spiritual. I abandoned my book in the siddur holder attached to the back of the seats in front of me and stood with the congregation. I said kaddish with them and sang along as they took the torah out of the aron and paraded it around the sanctuary. They even brought it all the way to where I was sitting so I could plant a little kiss on it.

I kept my eye on the person carrying the torah as they took it up to the bimah. They started to undress it, removing the cloth cover, velcro band, and adornments that kept it safe while it sat in the aron, waiting to be used.

“I wish that could be us,” said a voice from the other side of the mechitza. I didn’t have to pull the curtain aside to know that it was him.

“Are you serious? Right now?” I hissed. If it was any other situation I’d be inclined to humor him. But this felt a little sacrilegious. 

“Oh come on, I know you’re thinking it too. Plus, he’ll become a man whether I’m here or not, we may as well have a little fun while we’re here.”

I said a silent prayer for forgiveness and reminded myself that sex is technically a mitzvah.

I closed my siddur, put it in the holder attached to the seat in front of me, and slipped my hand behind the mechitza. His hand met mine and he interlocked our fingers. He brushed his thumb over the back of my hand for a minute, testing the waters.

I heard the sound of fabric against drywall in addition to the feeling of his weight shifting. I realized he’d moved from his seat to the floor and I followed suit. As soon as I got comfortable he got bolder. He moved our hands from his side to my side, and he rested them on my thigh.

He unclasped our hands and placed his palm on my leg. He didn’t stop the rubbing of his thumb, moving it from the back of my hand to my inner thigh. They had finished undressing the torah by now and had already called up some family member for the first aliyah.

As the bracha was read, his hand climbed higher and higher until it rested just before my most sensitive spot. I let out a shaky breath before placing my hand over his, guiding it onward.

“Amein,” the crowd sang out, and he sang it with them as he expertly slipped his hand under my clothes. I stifled a gasp as he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. I peered behind the mechitza and saw him looking dead ahead. He was playing the part of the perfect older brother, the good Jewish boy. But for a moment, he glanced over at me and flashed a sultry grin. I prayed the sound of crinkling candy wrappers would mask whatever noises I made.

After a few minutes he got bolder, moving his fingers so that they brushed against my sex. He worked them back and forth, with varying pressure, knowing just how to push my buttons and make me groan. He kept going, through the second and third aliyah, at a lazy pace, ignoring my hushed requests for him to speed up.

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. I looked over and he got up almost mechanically, taking out a travel pack of kleenex and wiping his hands on it. I watched as he walked up to the bimah and put on a tallit. I mentally smacked myself. Of course he was reading from the torah. He’s the bar mitzvah boy’s brother. I saw him adjust his kippah and take the yad in his hand. Some people I didn’t recognize stood beside him and said the bracha, and then he began to read.

I tried to follow along in a chumash, but I couldn’t. I was still so distracted by his touch. I could feel the pulsing arousal in my core and I couldn’t ignore it. Eventually I worked up the courage to bring myself to the front of the sanctuary; to sit next to the bimah. I brought my chumash with me and I sat myself down right near where he was standing. He couldn’t see me yet, he was too focused on reading, but when he was done, he looked around and caught my eye. He came around to the right side of the table where the torah was being held, holding my gaze the entire time. I wondered if he was going to bend down and say something to me, when I noticed his hands were moving. He gestured to me, then to him, and then to the aron. I cocked my head at him. He wasn’t seriously suggesting…?

Before I could clarify his attention was taken by the chazzan, who was asking him to recite a bracha. Only two more aliyot before he would be able to sit down with me again.

Or so I thought. I had forgotten that the rabbi enjoyed speaking at length to the celebrating family. He was stuck up there for what felt like a million years. The rabbi droned on and on about community and adulthood and whatnot before finally giving the family a little baggie full of assorted judaica. I caught his eye one last time before he sat down next to his brother. He mouthed something to me, which looked a lot like “meet me behind the aron” before turning to face the front of the room, acting as if nothing had happened.

I sat on my hands all throughout musaf, trying to keep my mind on the prayers instead of where it wanted to go. I forced myself to say the words of the kaddish in earnest and I tried my best to follow along through the recitation of the amidah. But the end of the service couldn’t come fast enough. When the rabbi finally said the bracha over the wine, it took everything in my power to not race up to the bimah.

As calmly as I could, I ascended the small steps and looked around for him. I didn’t see him at first, but then I heard a hiss from behind me.

“Over here!”

I turned around to see a hand poking out from behind the aron. Inconspicuously, I went around the side to find that there was a small crawl space behind the aron that I had never known about, and that he had discovered. He beckoned me inside and I gladly took his invitation.

Neither of us wasted any time on pleasantries. We were both too worked up. He quickly slipped his fingers under my clothes once more and I took this opportunity to finally kiss him. I kissed him long and hard, moaning into his mouth as he worked his magic, flooding my senses with pure arousal.  I bucked my hips, grinding into his hand, and he laughed softly.

“You’re so worked up,” he whispered. “Maybe we should come here every week.”

I didn’t know if the pun had been intended, but even if it wasn’t he sped up his handiwork. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I tried to warn him. He simply shushed me and enveloped my mouth in another kiss. I continued to muffle breathy moans into his mouth as he pushed me over the edge and helped me through the aftermath.

Afterward I wanted to fall limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I hadn’t realized how much energy I had devoted to this, but now that I had lost it I just wanted to fall asleep. He beckoned me closer and pulled my head onto his lap.

“Don’t worry about falling asleep,” he reassured me. “Everyone’ll be back for seudat shlishit. They won’t even know we’re gone. His words calmed my nerves, and I was able to fall into an easy doze.

[eclipian]

DSMP Sisasystem

pt: dsmp sisasystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

note: this post is referring to the charaters from the dream smp, not the content creators

number of members: 3

“The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore...”

Collec. Title: Wars Spoils, Those of L'Manburg, The Last of Choas, Last of L'Manburg

Collec. Name(s): Stone, Copper, Firework

Collec. Pronouns: He/Him , They/Them , Ye/Yim , H☆/H☆m , Ae/Aem , We/Win , Ze/Zim , Ke/Kim , Re/Rem

Collec. Gender: Boy+, Holoboy

Collec. Attraction: Bi-Turian & A-spec

Modifiers: L’manberggenic , Minecraftbased , Dissobritish

Aesthetics: Mix of all of them

Name: Tommy , Tom, Tim , Raccoon , Rascal

Pronouns: He/Him , H☆/H☆m , Ae/Aem , We/Win , Bla/Blaze , Spark/Sparks , 🔥/🔥s , 💥/💥s, 🦝/🦝s

Age: 18

Gender: Demiboy, Missingpiecegender , Celamasc , Mascppear , Raccoonwild , Racconthing

Attraction: Lesboy , Fictoaroace

Species: Human and/or Raccoon hybrid

Role: Bell Ringer, Happiness Holder , Beauheur , Mood Booster

Aesthetic: Bastardcore , Feralcore

Name: Tubbo , Bee , Tubs , Nuke , Sparks , Bolder

Pronouns: He/Him , Radio/Radioactive , H☆/H☆m , Re/Rem, Ra/Ram , Baa/Baas , Boo/Boom , Ba/Bam , ☢️/☢️s , 💥/💥s , 🧨/🧨s , ☣️ / ☣️s , ⚠️ / ⚠️s

Age: 17

Gender: Libramasculine, Satyrhonum , Nitrocaramic

Attraction: Turian, Demirose

Species: Satyr

Role: Memory Holder , Trauma Breaker , Trauma Holder

Aesthetic: Scrapper , Winter Academia

Name: Fundy , Vic , Victor , Vector , Fredrick , Duke , Hamilton , Alexander

Pronouns: He/Him , They/Them , H☆/H☆m , Ze/Zim , Ke/Kim , Mrr/Mrrp , Yip/Yips, Kit/Kits , 🐾/🐾s, 🦊/🦊s

Age: 20

Gender: Evomasc / Transmasc, Wolverine , Sorohoarder , Manfox , Kitsunegender , Foxlexic , Minefoxix

Attraction: Bi-Turian, Reciproflexible, Vulpinian

Species: Fox-Man

Role: Charge

Aesthetic: Comfy/Cozy , Autumn

[misforgotten2]

Older and bolder over the shoulder boulder holders.

Aldens Catalog - Spring and Summer 1966

[bah-circus]

Hiii hellos :] we would rly love an actobat (level 2) transmasc Kylar the Loner from Degrees of Lewdity plz!!!

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

CW// 18+ source

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Kylar The Loner!!

°·⊱ Name: Kylar, Raven, Kaito, Damien

°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: (name) The Loner, The Obsessed, Dark Manor’s Lord

°·⊱ Age: 16-18

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human 

°·⊱ Source: Degrees of Lewdity (18+)

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°·⊱ Sex: Intersex (afab)

°·⊱ Gender: Transmasc, Fragbemherzic, Obsessivething, Cuvofacadic, Yanluvlettic, Cryptidboy

°·⊱ Pronouns: He/him; it/its, nya/nyas; purr/purrs; mew/mews; love/loves; 🔪/🔪s; ❤️/❤️s; 💌/💌s; they/them

°·⊱ Sexuality: Demisexual

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°·⊱ Personality: Usually very quiet and withdrawn, but when 💌 finds an fp things change. Still very insecure, but ❤️ will get bolder in trying to show affection. If it is not returned, he will become convinced others are trying to take his fp away/getting in their way and will do anything to eliminate the obstacles. Very clingy and overly affectionate to their love.

°·⊱ Likes: Anime/Manga, Video Games, his obsession/fp, drawing, witchcraft, poetry, anything that 🔪s fp likes/makes them happy, taking photos (especially of their fp)

°·⊱ Dislikes: Anyone who keeps it from its fp, not having nyas fp’s attention, being away from purrs fp, bullies, Whitney, its family,

°·⊱ Role: Sexual Alter, Symptom Holder (OCD, BPD, BiPD, DPD)

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🔪🩸💌🖤

°·⊱ Typing Quirk: trails off in sentences and is constantly unsure if it should keep talking, uses ellipses (... or ,,,), when nya gets excited purr will use all caps and lots of exclamation points (!!!!)

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°·⊱ TransIDs: transJapanese, transHarmless, trisHarmful, transCatboy, transTall, transVtuber, transHappyChildhood, transFamousArtist

°·⊱ CisIDs: Yandere, OCD, BPD, BiPD, DPD, black hair, green eyes, scarred, hypersexual, short (4’8”), artist 

°·⊱ MUDS: Love Obsessed Personality Disorder

°·⊱ Paras: 🐾, 🐙, 🥚, 📖, 🧟, 🦴, ⚱️, 👥, ❣️,  🌹, 💤, 🍎, 🩳, 👀, ⛓️, 🛐

°·⊱ Extra: You wouldn’t guess it but they actually do know some self-defense, he just doesn’t use it against the bullies at school because its a pain.

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

Had so much fun with this we did a level 3 bc autism. Hope you like your adorable stalker lol <333

[graff1980]

I’m no soldier. I’m older and bolder than that rifle holder, holding the key to set people free, and the language that I need to let them hear me. It’s called poetry and I write it exquisitely.

I’m not a doctor, or a minister, but I am here to administer the mental medicine you need, like a vaccine to give you resistance to the social disease of corruption and greed.

What I would like to believe is that which I bring makes me a teacher, and a lover of all human beings, a speaker of truth, and compassion, that last bastion of hearts yearning to breathe free because in reality America hasn’t ever lived up to that dream.

But I am probably not the one you will see, or the writer of books you will read.

-2024

[redtippedfox]

If there's one thing I like from the way you handle things in Timey Wimey is the applications of the Miraculous and the powers.

Canon has introduced so many things and... never did much to expand on them. Power ups were supposed to be a huge game change against Hawkmoth, and we got two episodes focused on them... and that's it.

Unification was also like this. Hyped up in a few episodes, with all the posible applications, and yet we get the most basic of approaches. I was waiting for things like combo powers, fusion weapons, bolder interpretations on some of the Kwami's concepts and powers... we got nothing of that.

That's why I'm so happy you are making sure to correct that in Timey Wimey, where you have shown us something as huge as Miraculous being Corrupted and warped, along with the kwamis themselves.

'Holds heart with tears in eyes'

I'm really glad that my silly little AU is actually pleasing people in this fandom. When I wrote this I thought that no one would read it because it was such an overpowered packed story about the Miraculouses and made-up head canons of mine but It actually seems that people really like it!

It honestly was supposed to be a Watching Miraculous Ladybug but it meets Prime Queen but then it moved to corrupted Miraculous holders with future Marinette running from them. I had always wanted to write a fanfiction where season 3 or 4 Marinette met season 1, in the concept story Marinette was actually supposed to be 18 but I changed them to adults since I felt that they should be older.

It was a struggle to come up with the concept, it went through a lot of changes let me tell you that. The first concept was them being 18 years old, the second concept was that this was supposed to be the debut of the Constellation kwamis as it was supposed to be constellation kwamis vs corrupted kwamis. eventually, I stuck with the peacock and butterfly Miraculouses being the main miraculouses.

Then once I had the first chapter out I went through the different types of versions, did I want it to be Future Marinette using all the Miraculouses? Or did I want it to be younger Marinette? The story went through a lot of different stages.

But eventually I went with future Marinette using the Miraculouses and then added both unification and power-ups.

Because the battles that are gonna be epic

[runwayrunway]

No. 9 - IndiGo

A very different type of bonus review - I'm here to stop talking about history and start talking about current events. Nobody has requested IndiGo, but IndiGo has requested that Airbus sell them a record-breaking 500 A320-family aircraft as an absolutely wild opening to this year's Paris Air Show. That is, to put it in context, the largest bulk order of jets by an airline ever, in history. While aircraft orders by companies are generally negotiated behind closed doors and thus I can't say how much money is actually changing hands, the approximate value of this deal is hypothetically 55 billion US dollars.

This will more than double IndiGo's existing 308-strong fleet, consisting of A320-family jets and ATR-72 turboprops. They are already the largest operator of the A320neo in the world, and have a truly stunning 999 aircraft on order.

Well. Assuming nothing changes, we will have a thousand more of these in the world by 2035. How do I feel about that?

Those living in the West might not be familiar with IndiGo (full name InterGlobe Aviation Ltd., not to be confused with defunct United States carrier Indigo Airlines; callsign "IFLY", not to be confused with Russian charter airline I-Fly) but even without this truly prodigious order they're pretty massive. In fact, they're the largest carrier in the world's most populous country. Currently headed by the former CEO of KLM, they are also the largest low-cost carrier in all of Asia.

It's interesting, but somehow this livery doesn't feel like it has much gravitas to it. That's fine for a low-cost carrier, it just feels a bit surreal that this is the current record-holder for largest bulk order of aircraft. Not the Delta-American-United triad, who already have 1,000+ aircraft fleets. Not Emirates and its massive A380 and 777 fleets. Not even a huge flag carrier looking to expand. They're not even a full-blown ULCC, and I could have imagined Ryanair making an order of this magnitude to try and rapidly expand way before I would have bought it from IndiGo. My guess would be that they're feeling a bit threatened by the two massive threats of the Lions Air and Airs Asia, but that's just speculation and also not what I'm here to talk about. I just cannot stop being astounded by this. I don't feel like any airline needs 500 aircraft total, but what would I know?

One neat little touch I'd like to point out is that this plane feels like it had a lot of thought put into how it's seen from the bottom. In particular, the little stick figure/airplane dot thing(?) IndiGo logo is on the bottom, and the little blue swooping line is made an active part of the design under the nose, rather than just trim, the same way as it is on the tail. The logo in particular is super recognizable. I will say, though, the way that it's just dots could probably make people mistake it for some sort of safety lighting rather than iconography, because it does resemble the sort of markers you'd see on the ground at a runway.

Seriously, what is that logo? Is that an airplane? I think it's supposed to be an airplane but it is so simplified it's no longer instantly recognizable.

The font used for the wordmark is ITC Bauhaus, which, sure, that's nice and big and striking, and its branding has not changed since 2006. The color...sure is indigo, though the actual livery on the airplanes pretty heavily skews towards general blue. (We're done with jetBlue, but blue jets will haunt me forever, it seems.) I wish it was a bit bolder on the actual fuselage, because it's a bit hard to read at times with how thin the letters are.

That said, I have to point it out: Indian carrier operating primarily domestic flights in India, which will mostly be flown on by Indian people, the majority of whom will speak Hindi (the fourth most spoken language on the planet), and yet has the airline's name and website in English but not Devanagari. (EDIT: I have been told by somebody who actually lives in India that English is probably the more broadly accessible choice for a lot of the country, so this is actually not an issue.)

I kind of wonder if ATR operators are drawn to dark swooping curves on the bottom of their planes, because Azul had the same sort of basic shape around the belly fairing. I think it looks good on the type, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious now if that does factor into the thought process.

I think this livery is exactly as busy as it needs to be. It pinches in neatly under the nose, and I like how it travels up to cover the lower half of the tail. It feels uncommon to see that sort of tail-fuselage integration. It's nice how the light blue line alternately joins and diverges from the darker main body, creating a dynamic feeling, and I like how it's used as almost a rule for the placement of the logo on the tail. (I do wonder why the little plane logo couldn't go there instead, though. Or on the nacelles. Its absence everywhere except the belly seems weird. There actually is a small one on the nose under the windows, but if you can't see it from a distance I don't think it counts.)

The airline operates a total of two freighters, but I just want to point out the commitment to the Go bit, which I like. It's a lot less of a common branding thing than you'd expect, honestly. Surprised more airlines haven't jumped on that.

I really love seeing prop covers on planes. Those are her gloves.

I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the blue fully retreats in that little center-back fuselage section. From a few angles you get just a sliver of it visible in a way that feels awkward, but in theory I do like it. A bit of white breaking up that line isn't a bad thing.

Grade: C+

As in, we will c +500 of these in the next twenty years.

Well, this has been just a fun little extra. It's a good thing I don't totally hate this, because 500 more of these are about to be flying to an airport near you! (More airports near more people, because I think 1,200 planes for just their current 101 destinations would be serious overkill). What an exciting start to the Paris Air Show, and I live in fear that I'll be forced to rush to my keyboard again when [throws dart] Binter Canarias announces that they [spins wheel] are going to start operating a fleet of secondhand A380s.

[windblume-wishes]

HTTYD x Genshin Impact - Visions

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣!

Since I’ve decided to start writing some HTTYD Fics and HCs on this blog, my dearest travelers, I��ve decided to start strong and do a vision analysis for the main characters of HTTYD! Hope you all enjoy this! ♡︎

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𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

“The Gods goad us all with the promise of their seven treasures: rewards for the worthy, a doorway to divinity. Yet buried in this world are smoldering remains: a warning to those that dare trespass. That throne in the sky is not reserved for you. But mortal arrogation never stops. None will escape the flames. See for yourself."

𖣘 Anemo - The Spirit of Freedom 𖣘

“What does freedom really mean when demanded of you by a god?"

Those who possess the power of Anemo tend to not get nervous or overwhelmed by the situations they face. Anemo bearers value freedom so much that they will sometimes fight for those who deny it to others or themselves…

Ruffnut and Tuffnut - The two are practically the embodiment of freedom in their own unique way, so much so that they take what it means to be free in a whole new meaning. While they like to wreak havoc across the land the two know deep down that even when it comes to fighting for the freedom of dragons there is nothing that can stop them. Freedom can mean many things but what it means to them is being able to free a dragon who is being hurt by evil.

Valka- She holds freedom dear despite it bringing her a heavy burden. When she was taken by a dragon many years ago while trying to save her infant son she immediately knew what she had to do- even if it meant never seeing her husband and son again. She fought for what was right and freed many dragons- protected them too. She knew freedom came with a cost. What she lost was later gained.

ꕥ Geo - Contracts and Order ꕥ

“In the end, he will sign the contract to end all contracts."

Like the land, they have a calm temperament. Earth types are very grounded individuals, as of realistic. Geo Vision holders seek loyalty, security, reliability, and so on. They value what is set in stone, or believe everything is, and are known to be very stubborn…

Viggo Grimborn- Leader of the Dragon Hunters, a strategic thinker and is smarter with his age and experience in his years. He is realistic in thinking and is incredibly stubborn- everything happens for a reason and knows much can be set in stone. He values loyalty and does not care how he gets it as long as he is feared above all. While he would indeed use his vision for acts of evil it is not a surprise that Geo was meant for a man of his skill and intelligence.

Fishlegs- While some would argue Fishlegs being a Dendro holder it becomes a bit more obvious that Geo is best suited for him. His behaviour is that of a Geo. He seeks a sense of security and is incredibly reliable, someone that people just feel comfortable opening up to and a wonderful friend. Fishlegs values loyalty and kindness, he wishes to shield his friends and beloved dragon Meatlug from foes no matter the cost. While he may be cowardly at times he has a pure heart that is made of gold. He means well and wants the best for everyone.

Stoick The Vast- While some might quick to label him as that of an Anemo holder due to losing his wife, Stoick truly embodies that of Geo in terms of being the foundation of his people’s tradition and wishing to hold true to his well grounded beliefs and ideals. He values loyalty and strength and is very much built like that of a bolder. Stoick the Vast is truly a reliable leader in the eyes of those on Berk. Though he once believed that the hatred to dragons was set in stone a sudden and difficult experience changed his mind- he was stubborn, yes, but that can all come down to him being a true man of Geo.

 Electro - Everlasting Eternity 

“But what do mortals see of the eternity chased after by their god?"

Eternity, a means where all or at least parts of life is kept the same regardless of what goes on in the world around them. The ideas of unchanging eternity is what strengths the individuals who harness the powers of Electro. They strive to keep themselves in whatever they deem to be eternal. Whether it is eternal beauty or eternal power, they will achieve that goal. No matter what, even if it may be destructive...

Heather - She is no stranger to chasing her own version of eternity, she felt so alone not knowing where she came from with only fragments of memories left behind in her mind. She wanted clarity and to understand as much as possible of who she really was- one could say that her pursuit of answers was her eternity. From a very young age, she was separated from her real family, and was eventually taken in by a couple who raised her as their own daughter. Even with what adoptive family she did have, her pursuit for answers was evident from the start. She was seen as different- an outcast even but even so being different was what lead her to find what she wanted all along. Her eternity.

Dagur The Deranged- Heather’s older brother, a crazy and rather deranged man befitting his namesake has his own way of defining eternity. He has a strong connection to Electro. The Skrill is the dragon the Berserker Tribe have named the symbol of their people. He is impulsive and never ceases his drive for eternity- an eternity of his own. Now that he is married to Mala of the Defenders of the Wing he seeks an eternity with her where they will fight alongside each other.

Mala- Her eternity is simple, peace and protection for her people and it’s dragons. She is not afraid to turn her katana-like sword on anyone who dare challenges her sense of eternity or dares harm a dragon. Mala holds a strong, religious admiration for dragons, actively antagonizing dragon hunters, suspected dragon hunters and anyone who may have harmed dragons. She is elegant and polite, if anything some may think she is much like the archon of which her vision emanates from.

❦ Dendro - Wisdom and Knowledge ❦

“The oasis of knowledge is a mirage in the desert of ignorance.”

As the nature, trees, the soil they are the epitome of life. The element with creation itself. Dendro people will often be creative, bring up ideas to change the current situation, and bring a whole new perspective on matters. They are crafty yet incredibly careful, they wish not to overlook a single detail put before them. As with knowledge and wisdom, they seek answers and solutions to any problem put in their path. Daring to risk it all, one might say…

Hiccup- Intelligent and incredibly creative through and through. While he may have been hesitant to share his views on dragons in the past and worked in secret to become the well known dragon rider he is today. It should come to no one’s surprise that Hiccup values knowledge and has a drive to learn as much as he can, like a sponge soaking up water be soaks up knowledge. He is incredibly creative and always seems to have a bright idea to help get the job done.

Gothi- Berk’s resident healer who is skilled with all things medicine. Gothi’s knowledge is in medicine and the earth itself, with her knowledge she can be sure to cure as many as possible by using what she knows about herbs and other natural remedies.

Bucket- Bucket was attacked by a dragon and lost half of his brain. It caused him to lose his sight temporarily, and to protect what was left of his skull, he wears an iron bucket on his head permanently, earning him the name. Now do not let this half-brained Viking fool you, he is indeed a man of Dendro in a very unique way. His injury also awakened great artistic talent, and he made two quality paintings of Hiccup and Stoick, but the second painting was more truthful of Hiccup's appearance; the first was not. True to the Dendro element’s ability to belong to creative minded people, Bucket holds true to his creative abilities proudly.

Trader Johann- Creative and cunning, Johann has proven that he is indeed worthy of Dendro by means of his crafty facade of a dimwitted trader of many goods while being the mastermind of many great troubles the dragon riders have come across. He as is crafty as he is careful, not daring to miss even a little detail as why his act was able to keep going for many long years. While he may not use his vision for good, he is indeed a genius…

𖦹 Hydro - The Desire For Justice 𖦹

"The god of justice lives for the spectacle of the courtroom, seeking to judge all other gods. But even she knows not to make an enemy of the Divine."

Hydro bearers tend to go along with the flow, as water can take the same shape of its vessel. They adapt to situations quite fast, or are not overwhelmed by what surrounds them. They seem justice and have a rather strong sense of it, holding those who dare question them before their being as if it were court. They are judgmental, but not always in a negative way, some more observant and silent than others. But be warned, they will make sure a tsunami of justice hits you when you are wrong…

Astrid- She is truly the embodiment of the Hydro element’s principles of justice and a quick adaptability to chaos in their way. Astrid’s sense of justice does to always being quick to sense when one is not who they seem, quickly calling them out as an act of judgement- though she may remain silent on the matter she will judge the one worthy of her judgement and without mercy.

Atali- Atali is very polite and gracious, though has little patience for any disrespect. Much like her vision’s very principles she holds Justice above all and will defend in the name of it. She is gentle and kind, nurturing to baby razorwhip dragons in her care but will happily turn her blade against those who dare harm a dragon. Her justice is in the name of protection of those in her care.

𖣔 Pyro - War Within 𖣔

"The rules of war are woven in the womb. The victor shall burn bright, while the losers must turn to ash."

Pyro wielders are the most passionate people you may find, they do every single thing with huge amounts of willpower, energy and love. That is not to say that there may be a barrier to keep them from reaching their full potential. Many Pyro holders struggle with “war”, the very thing their Vision symbolizes. War is not always a fight with another, but inside yourself…

Drago- The very embodiment of Pyro’s thirst for war. His drive and sheer willpower to concur says it all, he is truly one chosen of the Pyro element. Dragon is fierce and as brutal as a raging wildfire, his temper that of an erupting volcano. He has no love in his body, only the energy and will to concur- that is his flame, his true passion.

Mindin- Like the other Wingmaidens, she is respectful towards the others. However, Mindin’s call to Pyro was the feeling of never truly being enough. Minden has always wanted to prove her worth to Atali, to show that she is a leader material. When she realized that she has made reckless decisions, she feels ashamed and that she is not worthy to become a Wingmaiden. It takes an encouragement from Snotlout to help herself in getting back on her feet and to do the right thing. Pyro can mean that she has conflict burning within, she indeed does but that does not define who she is, her strength and willpower to prove herself has shown her true worth.

Snotlout- Pyro was naturally the vision he wanted to hold from the beginning, after all, Hookfang is a Monstrous Nightmare- a stoker class of dragon. If anyone was fit for Pyro it was Snotlout. He embodies Pyro’s traits in an interesting way, always wanting to prove himself. He is passionate… but sometimes his passion may get the better of him….

Gustav- Snotlout’s mini me, a wannabe new and improved Snotlout (well, more like more chaotic version). He admires Snotlout and his ability to train a dragon to the point where he gets his own dragon named Fanghook. Gustav often times mimics Snotlout's personality, although he is easily scared, mostly because he is younger, as has decided to run away twice… despite this he is indeed worthy of pyro based on his dedication, passion, and his inner conflict of not being entirely true to himself.

❄︎ Cryo - Conflicted and Strident ❄︎

"She is a god with no love left for her people, nor do they have any left for her. Her followers hope only to be on her side when the day of her rebellion against the Divine comes at last."

Cold yet calm, confident yet conflicted. Those who wield the powers of Cryo are individuals who all seem to have something that they deeply despise, whether it be a topic or person they seem to hold a deep inner hatred towards it. They are quick to talk about their despise and come against it rather quickly if given the chances. Cryo holders may seem harsh, but many are kind and well intentioned deep down. Much like a flower hidden beneath the winter snow. They sometimes find hard to love and embrace; just as they have found it hard to embrace their true self…

Ryker Grimborn- As the older brother of Viggo Grimborn, he's the muscle and brawn, while he lacks the brains for many an operation, he makes up for it in pure brute force. He is undoubtedly the type of character that wants to just run in and start beating everybody up and killing everything and everyone in his vicinity, Ryker is far smarter than he looks and is capable of trickery- he is cold and brutal, a pure Cryo at heart. By keeping a relatively calm demeanor before going blizzard crazy, he knows when to attack with ease.

Krogan- He is very quiet, calm and collected, and seems to prefer observing to joining in the commotion. He is quite literally the calm before the storm- or raging blizzard. Most of his actions are overly dramatized, suggesting he's well disciplined and might have a gift for performing. He’s the embodiment of the Cryo principles and personality. He is the farthest from kind, harsh as the coldest of winters and with a heart of solid ice.

Eret- While some might not have guessed Eret is one for the vision of Cryo but he is truly a Cryo deep down. Cocky and overconfident, only appearing to care about saving his own skin. In spite of his cavalier façade, Eret is rather charming, heroic, and kind-hearted. As a Cryo user, a key personality trait is he may seem harsh, but is kind and well intentioned deep down. He has come a long way from foe to friend and has become an incredible leader in his own way.

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"Some say a few are chosen and the rest are dregs. But I say we humans have our humanity. We will defy this world with a power from beyond. Now, you will set foot in this world. Your journey has reached its end. But one final doorway remains. Step forth if you have understood the meaning of your journey. Defeat me. Command me to step aside. Show me that you are worthier than I to rescue her. Then the threads of all fate will be yours to reweave."

"My memory is all but faded completely. But I will always remember how much she, too, loved these flowers."

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Cottagecore friends

My Card where you can find my socials, where to buy my merch, and commission information, and places to support me like ko-fi  https://blackmoonrose13.carrd.co/ Speed paint: https://youtube.com/shorts/gxC3x_E88Ok  So for those who don't know I have been dealing with a cold...a annoyingly massive one...god I didn't know I could make so much mucus. And Youtube recommended me Kaypeacreations video (The moss hog one) and I decided right then and there to not only like and subscribe...I watched all of her videos. And I watched her make her Cottagecore little rock friends and I wanted to draw them...also decided to draw my friend Geoverde's little rock friends he has...and my own. And made this cute little thing. Now for the Role call because its fun. We have Benjamin, who is a cute moss all over bolder, we have Kevin, little plant holder guy holding some moss in his little empty head, We have Terrence the happy to be here slab. Now to the ones not created by Kaypeacreations but created by Geoverde, The little tiny guy rock doing a blep is Rockbert, the guy on the stump with the green crystal is Chip...and the one I made is called...Ami...she's an amethyst geode...because I am basic and I love those I need to get more. So I was trying to do a cute little nature meet up like Kaypea's and mine and geos just like found each others groups and went O.O o.o fwends? and thats how it went...very simple. Also woo spreading my wings and trying to do more complex painting style art...I totally didn't scream trust the process in my brain the whole time...nope (๑•﹏•)