#boom orang on the cape

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— colder than my heart, if you can imagine

SUMMARY : you and soldier boy can’t seem to get along, but it may be because of something deeper than hatred or jealousy. 

PAIRING : soldier boy (ben) x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : Payback

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), soldier boy cloak-hating, dirty talk

WORD COUNT : 2.3k

A/N : title from a day to remember’s song. this fills the square rivals AU on my @jacklesversebingo card. I know, no smut in the presence of soldier boy?! what?!! xx 

This was it.

This was where he belonged. Soldier Boy. In the field. Well, it was a forest.

But this was home to him. 

The sound of weapons firing, bullets hitting trees and leaves and dirt. Soldiers on both sides and his team were shouting in every direction. 

Thick smoke clouded his vision, coppery blood and gunpowder invaded his nose, and stale sweat filled the air to make it all better. 

He inhaled deeply as a group of poorly-armoured men headed in his direction, their guns were immediately pointed at him. He smirked and counted them in his head as he drew his gun from its holster with impressive speed.

Faster than he could pull the trigger, though, he watched you drop down from the sky like the fucking Devil getting cast out of Heaven. A loud boom shook the ground, the trees shook, dirt rose and shot outwards, and all the smoke ran from you. 

Your cloak snapped at him mockingly and he clenched his jaw, nearly broke his gun in half as you stole the fucking spotlight again.

There you fucking were, a neon sign that begged to be shot at. 

Ice cold sheets travelled in front of you as soon as you hit the ground, your knees bent in what he could only imagine was your graceful pose. 

Arrogant little shit.

The ice searched for warm bodies, freezing everyone in icy cocoons within fifty metres while you stood there in your brightly lit, colour changing suit, and your stupid fucking cape.

He’d heard of you. 

Winter’s Wrath. 

Unstable. Literally. As expected, with a name like that. 

He watched you jump upwards, three times the length of your body before you smashed back down and every pillar of ice that was once a person, shattered into nothing. The ice quickly melted in the summer of South America, as if those glacial shards could do so only with your permission. 

“I had that,” he grunted, stomping forward to get in front of your face. Your dark grey cloak was lit by delicate, fine wires of light that changed colour: red to orange to yellow to green to blue to violet, and finally to pink before going right back. 

“I’m just here to help,” you assured him softly. 

Your eyes met his, but it was like he was only a ghost to you. Your gaze was distant at first, then you blinked once in confusion, and finally focused on him. He realised quickly, you were just watching the lights of your armour change and brighten his face. 

Yup. There was something wrong with you in the head, at least that’s what the other Supes said about you. 

“Stay out of my way,” he warned, his voice nearly a deep growl as he stood in your personal space. You considered his words with a blank face and he huffed out a breath of irritation when you stared at him for a good minute. Then, he stepped away and walked forward to rendezvous with his team. 

He heard the soft press of your feet against mud and the quiet ruffle of your cloak before he heard the gentleness of your unused voice. 

“Can’t,” you said more playfully, “I’m part of your team for this mission.” 

It’s like you knew he wanted anything but that. Someone that would outshine, outperform, and outdo him. He hated it. Everyone was already terrified of you. But he especially hated the colourful lights that followed you and the stupid sound of your cloak whipping your armour as you walked. 

“Got a problem with that, Ben?” You asked when you started to match his pace. He stopped to answer and expected you to do so, too, to listen to him like everyone else always did. Instead, you continued to walk forward while he remained behind you. He growled softly when you passed him and told him, “talk to Stan Edgar.”

He couldn't wait for them to put you back on ice. Preserved. Asleep. Like you always ended up after being awake any longer than a month.

For whatever reason.

“For three years, the CIA and the DEA have been trying to bring down Victor Santiago,” you heard over your ear piece. 

You spaced out as you admired the green of the Ecuadorian forest. A smile tugged at your lips as you breathed in the fresh air of untouched atmosphere, petrichor, wood. Leaves kissed each other, branches bent to touch their companions with quiet creaks, and animals sang their songs of peace and joy. 

Finally away from the city. 

“Santiago got his hands on sensitive Vought information. You’re here to keep Vought’s secrets safe from whatever Santiago has planned. Push into the forest, find his base, and take him out.”

It didn’t take long for you to remember that you weren’t actually alone. 

“It’s so fucking hot,” Tessa complained, mostly to her twin brother. 

“And all this fuckin’ leather doesn’t make it better,” Tommy agreed. You heard him stretch the leather away from his body and snap back at his skin when he got enough fresh air in. 

You rolled your eyes at them and instantly smelt the irritating stench of cigarettes from Soldier Boy. He made his way next to you and took a deep long drag that turned the butt of the cigarette red before releasing the smoke from his lungs in front of him like a damned smoke grenade went off. 

Leave it to the assholes in Payback to ruin what would have otherwise been a great time. 

“All right, fuckheads,” Soldier Boy started, walking a few feet in front of you as he adjusted his shield. “You know what to fuckin’ do and don’t forget…” He turned around and locked eyes with you—even pointed accusingly at you. “…Victor’s mine.” 

You bit your lip to hide your smug smirk, but settled for a fake cough as ideas to ruin his day swarmed through your mind. 

He ventured deep into the forest with Payback spread out to cover more land. 

He could still hear the buzz of Swatto’s wings on his left and caught glimpses of the Crimson Countess a few feet away to his right. 

But most importantly, you were off elsewhere, somewhere he couldn’t see. 

He didn’t want to see you or even feel the coldness of your existence near him. 

He’d had enough of the way everyone seemed to be drawn to you because of your abilities. His team, Stan Edgar, other Supes, and people who wrote articles about you—practically worshipped you. 

He could always control his team and keep them beneath him, within the shadow of the name he built for himself through Vought. But you were impossible to tame, like a blizzard. You froze everyone so they could only stare in awe at you, even himself. And he hated every second that you captivated him, caught up in your powerful presence. 

But it was inevitable. You were inevitable.

No matter how big the forest was, he’d converge with you one way or another as you and his team made it to Victor’s compound around the same time.

But you made sure it was clear that you were there first. 

He felt the ground shake and a gust of cold wind bit his cheeks when he entered to find the enemy forces that you came across completely frozen.

He knew you were doing it on purpose, leaving their fully frozen bodies untouched for him to finish off. He wasn’t going to play that game with you.

He ignored the call for his name and the red sphere from Crimson Countess that shattered the bodies when Ben hurried to catch up with you instead. 

He joined you when you came to an entrance where the guard stood, he could feel you start up again. The coldness of you beat down the heat of him, an ice pack to a swollen joint. He might literally become nothing if you climbed your way up above him.

You left the guard beaten, out of his mind in pain, and focused your attention on freezing the door until it burst open. He shot the guard carelessly between the eyes, his fiery gaze burned into you, but you were unphased.

You turned to face him, your lashes fluttering prettily at him. Smug. Challenging.

If he didn’t hate you, he might’ve liked the way you looked at him. 

But you left him standing at the entrance, looking over your shoulder with a tiny smile on your lips as you came near to a new, massive space with shipping containers and an infantry of what were most-likely henchmen.

There you went again.

Delicate. Elegant. But so irritatingly powerful. 

You took most of them out with the wrathful frost of your abilities. A fresh skiff of snow fell to the ground, on his armour, on his warm skin. He felt the shiver run up his spine but he ignored it to keep up with you. 

That’s when his team finally caught up and it gave you a chance to leave the remaining henchmen to Payback. It was still a race to you, the childish game you were playing annoyed him, but it provoked him into playing along to prove he was the best. He ignored his struggling team and stayed a step behind you as you made it to an old elevator where a small group of goons attempted to escape.

He grunted as he was shot at and punched. He staved off a few attacks with his shield, he punched at whoever got in his way, stabbed at whoever tried to stab him first, and finally was able to reload his gun while he watched you hold the elevator in place.

He joined you once he killed the last few henchmen and helped you drag the elevator all the way down. The thick wires creaked and snapped and blazed at the force of his pull. 

Your laughter distracted him momentarily. Your hood fell back and your soft hair swept over your flushed face when you leaned down towards the three men. You dragged the two of them out by their ankles with a playful grin.

Their attempts to shoot you were futile, the bullets fell from your body like rubber hitting metal. You still kicked away their weapons and pressed your boot into one of the men’s neck. Ben killed the other two as you began questioning the squirming, fearful man.

“Where’s Victor?” You loosened the force of your foot on his neck and the man gripped the bottom of your boot for a proper breath. 

“Come on, fuckface,” Ben urged impatiently, “answer the lady or you’ll end up like these guys.” The man hesitated and considered you and then him. You looked indifferent and cold and Ben looked furious and hotheaded. 

The man conceded with a vehement nod. “T-There's a base underneath.. That's w-where you'll find V-Victor.” 

Ben watched you release him entirely and you went to help the man up, but Ben shot him—casually. The man’s fingers grazed yours and he flopped back down in a pool of his brains and blood. 

You turned to glare at him.

“Yeah?” Ben rolled his eyes at you. 

“Why’d you do that?” 

“He gave us the information,” he shrugged, then made his way to the elevator with you close behind him for the first time since the mission started. 

“It’s not gonna be an easy path leading up to Victor, Ben,” you berated him. He rolled his eyes at you again and pounded the button on the wall with a fist to take you both to the lowest level. “He could’ve made it easier for us.”

“Well, since it bothers you so much, I give less of a fuck than I did before.” You scoffed at him and your jaw clenched. He smirked at your reaction and reloaded his gun to be fully prepared for the next fight. “I don’t think we’ve ever been together in such a small space for this long before,” he pointed out hotly and stepped closer. 

He really didn’t like you, but damn you were hot. Your ass looked so damned tight in your irritatingly light-y suit. He really wanted a piece of you, maybe, especially because you frustrated him. 

Your eyes narrowed at his tone. You looked up at him boredly. “That's because I don’t like you.”

“No?” 

“Yeah, no.” 

“I could make you cum like all your ice went through a fuckin’ heatwave.” He watched your eyes drift away as you pondered his words, your cheeks suddenly frosted with pink. He bit his lip at your reaction.

But the elevator shook as it stopped, landing on the floor where Victor would be. And you were out of there before he could add more to his offer. 

You continued to push through more loyal soldiers, making your way deeper inside. He helped you navigate several hallways and eliminate more enemies. You both split up again, but you always ended up at a nexus point, a hallway that led to a dead end up ahead.

He watched you go into a hallway across from him, but when he emerged from his, you didn’t meet him at the centre. 

He knew you must have found Victor. 

He swore angrily under his breath and stomped into the hallway you’d disappeared into. The lights flickered above him, there was a frozen path you’d created leading into the room he assumed you were in. 

He didn’t expect it, but you kept Victor practically untouched—he just didn’t know why. His feet frozen to the ground, there were no weapons near him. You were sitting on top of a desk, a frozen dagger began melting with warm blood in the head of Victor’s right-hand-man.

He looked away from them, away from Victor with a patch of ice over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his voice. You bit your lip and gazed up at him seductively when he contemplated you with wary eyes.

“Truce?” 

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[sisaloofafump]

I LOVE YOUR CAT!BRUCE POST!!!

Do you think someone would give him a cat after it's over?

Or would he maybe coincidentally find a stray cat out on patrol and the ears and tail look similar to what his looked like so he can't resist adopting it? If he did, he would keep it a secret from the others for as long as he could bc he just knows they'll make fun of him >:(

(and if somebody else gives him one I bet he'd be the typical "dad who didn't want a pet". Act like he doesn't like the cat in front of everyone until boom it's his little baby now)

Omg all amazing ideas.

Personally I think that cats start liking him a lot more after he's detransformed. When he was catlike, they would be weirded out by him, or see him as an immediate friend, or become territorial and try and scare him away (which caused quite a stir on his favourite stakeout roofs). But once he's human again, cats get the inherent sense that he is Safe, similar to how they congregate around Selina.

I think there are two types of people who try and give him pets: Socialites who give him a pretty little kitten with a bow, and who he immediately passes off to Lucius to organize the adoption of before his kids can notice. And Damian, the only one of the kids who lets his own wants for another cat completely overpower the impracticality and lack of capacity for another one. Luckily this hasn't devolved into acquiring a new cat (yet) but he takes his campaigning very seriously.

There are three cats in the manor already. Alfred the Cat (Damian's) and two of Selina's strays who came back after she left town. And everyone loves to take photos of them and Bruce. Before, when he was part cat, he had a bit too strong of a territorial rivalry with them. And when Selina left he grumbled all the time about how they should have gone with her. But as you said, he is the typical "dad who didn't want a pet" and his workstation usually has 1-3 cats lying around it. They're not super affectionate cats tho and mostly just slow blink at him from a distance.

However. One day he's out patrolling and comes across this butt ugly mangled orange cat. And he's so pitiful and so sweet and he sees a woman being robbed and jumps down on the attacker's head. Needless to say Bruce is hopelessly enamoured.

He takes this cat to the vet, dressed fully as Batman, and when the check up is done he tells himself he will deliver it to a shelter tomorrow. But those open in hours and he needs to take care of Batman business now, so he breaks into WE, is caught by a security guard when the cat screeches and refuses to let go, finally removes the cat's claws from his cape, hands the cat to a security guard, and says "for Bruce Wayne."

Most people in the vet & office (and Bruce verbally agrees with them) assume that Batman gave the cat to him as a prank or misguided association. This butt ugly mangled male orange stray becomes the office cat that Bruce spoils relentlessly when he's in. He can't even complain about receiving gag gift cat toys from his family and the league, when he constantly squirrels them away to pamper Princess with. (I mean, he does still complain, including about the quality of the gifts, but he shouldn't considering how much he uses them).

He makes very sure that his secretary and the night staff (who, if we're being honest, are the main ones taking care of Princess) follow all the proper dietary and behaviour guidelines.

"He looks just like me!" Bruce defends at a shareholder's meeting, holding the cat up to his face.

"Sureeee," the shareholders say as they attempt to move the meeting forward. They remember cat!Bruce's beautiful sleek black hair, his handsome countenance and graceful air. They look at this off brand roadkill Garfield. They decide not to talk about it further.

Also cat!Bruce & Clark thing that was part of the initial thingamathing

[ellipsae]

Hi, I'm back with another Post-Epilogue design, this time for Guy. I have to admit, I really struggled with this one. Guy's original design has such a clean but distinctive style to it that I just can't quite capture. At first I tried to do a 'work' outfit for when he gets hands-on with fon tech before switching to attempting a formal outfit. The casual jacket-off variation feels more like Guy than the full dressed one though...I'm not too satisfied with this one but there were several design points that I wanted to work in and did at the very least. Maybe I'll revisit this design again down the road.

Anyways, please see under the read more for more design details. !Warning for Spoilers!

-so post-epilogue, I imagine Guy becomes a 'rising star' in noble society after hitting it big by sinking all his wealth in fontech development which quickly became a booming industry in the post-Planet Storm world. All the other nobility are so impressed by Guy's rise in reputation/wealth/smart investment decisions but in reality it's largely just Guy being a really big fontech nerd like usual and funding everything that are really interesting to him and being an early investor. He spends more time than he likes having to attend parties and gatherings but he understands having and maintaining a reputation is important to assert his influence and opinions, especially after all the obstacles he faced getting back his title (I imagine he got judged a lot for his rappig caretaker job and such), plus he's so used to being a servant he doesn't act like most nobles. (He finally graduates from his job as Peony's Rappig Caretaker though.)

-the device in his suspender holster is a fonon counter, it can detect the type and concentration of fonons in the immediate area. (It's a useful tool plot-wise for this AU *winkwink* ) Normally Guy carries it when he's on site, observing fontech excavation, it's helpful for finding power cores.

-in the post-epilogue world, Guy's interest and knowledge about fontech makes him the greatest source of information in the party, in contrast to Jade being the authority on fonic sciences back when fonons were abundant

-I also imagine that many people are still reluctant to adopt fontech in their everyday lives/still stuck on losing the Score and fonic magic so there was not a lot of initial interest. It was also still quite a risk to invest in given a lot of advance tech had to rely on excavated machines from the Dawn Age. In contrast, replicas have no preconceptions about fontech and I imagine Guy helping fledgling replica communities get ahead by sharing and teaching them how to use simple fontech. Since philantrophy/altruism is also part of what nobility does, it makes the other nobles impressed as well.

-I went a little overboard with the gold cording but I really like the idea of the cording being a traditional style of Hod.

-the four leaf clover-like knot is a decorative knot called a mokkou musubi, it carries the meaning of 'perpetuation of one's descendants'. Pere tied it for him with that in mind to revive the House of Gardios.

-the pin brooch on his lapel is the same as the one Marybelle wears on her cravat. I like to think that it's their family crest. In the off-jacket version, Guy has a smaller pin on the collar.

-I really wanted to preserve the curved open window (?) that his vest has in his original design so I ended up putting it as an open back on his jacket

-I went through so many types of coat styles, from like caped trench coats to riding frocks but cycled back to keeping the single-tail back.

-the orange 'jacket' around his waist in the jacket-off version is actually his vest. And the cloth in his pocket is not the cravat from his full dressed version, but I can imagine a funny skit where everyone keeps thinking it is the cravat.

[martyrbat]

[ID: a comic from 1976 advertising shirts with the DC trinity and Shazam on the center of them. They each have an arrow pointing to them and a sales pitch. All shirts are priced for $2.98 which is equivalent of about $15 as of 2022. Wonder Woman's shirt is priced higher at the equivalent of $20 (originally, $3.98).

“Show the world your main man, parade proudly in the Batman t-shirt!” Batman's shirt is pale pink. He's standing in front of a yellow circle and has his cape drawn up to shield his body.

“Be a fan of Superman. Wear the Man of Steel's official t-shirt!” Superman's shirt is white. It has the Superman's ‘S’ logo underneath him. His arm is outstretched above him as he's flying away!

“Boom – you too can be thunderstruck in your sensational Shazam t-shirt!” Shazam's shirt is sherbet orange. He's standing behind his superhero name. The lettering is coloured in red, white, and blue horizontal stripes.

“Wow the world and wear the wonderous Wonder Woman polo-shirt!” Wonder Woman's shirt is white with a yellow collar. Her name is advertised above a blue circle that she's running out of while holding the Lasso of Truth.

END ID]

[apopcornkernel]

What they don't tell you about explosions is how similar they are to storms. Lightning first, a flash of white perfect silence. And then scarcely a millisecond of beauty before thunder splits the sky open with a roar, powerful enough to make you believe in God, any god.

it was the same with explosions, j'onn had found. a brightness of orange like fireworks. and then the BOOM, the mad rush of hot air grabbing at his flesh, his cape, and when j'onn was already halfway to the explosion he realized it was the jla embassy.

the rest are out for this or that. before j'onn left? or after, and we just don't let him leave? the bloodwynd switcheroo was so stupid anyways. wouldve loved to see the new jla members like maxima or even diana notice this crazy dynamic they have. hold on i just need to put this somewhere followers if you see this ignore, i write like this on my priv twitter sometimes it's very effective but i felt embarrassed putting stockbroker x martian yaoi on blast to my irl followers there so this was my solution. brb

[futureplayboibunnie]

Can i please request a stephen strange x villainous!reader? It’s one of my favorite tropes ngl. So y/n is a hot villain and throughout the entire mission or fight, stephen was horny all the time. After he won the fight and y/n is weak & defeated already, he starts to fuck her. ANOTHER HATE SEX WOWOOSKSJWNWNWN (and maybe this time with more hate 👀)

‘Mind Reader’

Dr Strange x villainous! fem! reader

I FKN LOVE WRITING BADASS SEXY VILLAINS, UR A GEM ILY <3 smut so minors gtfo x

Saying that Stephen wasn't up for the mission was a vast understatement-he physically couldn't go. He was opting to slither his way out through the 'i'm sick' treatment, but being the Master of the Mystic Arts wasn't like a normal job. Being sick wasn't going to get you out of jack shit-only if you were knocking on death's door they would spend a mimimum amount of time considering it.

But he really couldn't risk going.

He was so fucking horny, all he could think about was sex, sex, sex. He hadn't had the chance of bedding a woman since all of his time was occupied with mystical threats and foes; it wasn't really an ideal thing to appeal to a woman. Stephen hadn't been this desperate since college.

But he had to grin and bear it, he just had to try his best to handle himself with care. He could feel his day cloud with misery yet again, the dull ache pulling at his insides once more- it all felt inescapable.

Stephen's mission seemed fairly easy, getting rid of a witch up to no good You weren't an Avengers level threat, you hadn't made a move in this dance with world domination yet- you were just plotting in some random warehouse in the middle of God knows where. Stephen found himself in your sacred space, perceiving his surroundings- mirrors were on every wall, it felt cool and metallic. Lifeless and cold. He was envisioning a widowed hag, he'll get his hands free of this in no time.

With every step he took, Stephen felt a fleeting feeling of an unjust fear course through him- he had to look over his shoulder as swift and jarring metallic industrial noises pierced through the silence. He looked to the floor and saw multiple spellboooks strewn on the floor with cracking spines.

‘’Who are you?!’’ A booming voice echoed against every wall, a heavy rich cadence defeaning the silence

He sensed an overwhelming presence looking up, you were hovering being lifted up by the magic that was flowing through your blackened fingertips.

Stephen wasn't expecting someone like you to be this havoc wreaking witch, you were definitely not the old bat he was envisioning. Your hair was afloat and airy, thick and curled with darkened eyes to accompany your vastly intimidating features. Piercing eyes, black cape, thigh highed boots but there was a thin stip of skin between your suit and your boots.

Your suit was a very tightly fitted corset and he cocked his head scanning you up and down, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. Jesus Christ.

He needed to focus, he absolutely couldn't risk feeling this way. Especially when it was from an enemy he needed to defeat.

‘’I said who are you!?’’ You yelled and he could feel the sheer power radiating off of you even when you talked. Stephen conjured up his classic Eldreitch shield in both of his fists .

‘’Dr Stephen Strange and you're plotting ends now.’’ He warned, attempting to shake these inane thoughts out of his mind and focus at the daunting task at hand- getting rid of you.

‘’Under your own juristicion? Doctor, you'll find that it'll be difficult stopping me. Leave. Now. My humanity can only extend so far.’’ Your voice was low and authoritative- eyes darker than your tone. You lowered yourself to the ground as if you were sure Stephen would do nothing, so confident that he wasn't a threat you turned around and grabbed a few stray spellbooks that was scattered on the floor. He quirked a brow at how comfortable and easygoing you were- he'd change that.

Stephen launched an orange blast of fire at you, it was quick and fast and he was sure with your back turned he'd hurt you to some extent.

But he didn't. You held your fist out to the side of you and the blast that was supposed to hit you, disippated into thin air.

Stephen's eyes widened as you slowly rotated your head to stare at him, your face was hard and frowning and anything but forgiving. You let out a shaky cool breath and your eyes went black when your teeth gritted. Your scream rumbled the warehouse as your fingers hardened to conjure up a black ball of fog and lightning and aimed it straight at him.

Thankfully he dodged such a thing thanks to his trusty cloak, but as he was levitating he found that you weren't anywhere to be seen. Stephen darted his eyes from corner to corner but he couldn't find you, you were unmissible. Until he heard little shrieks and giggles echoing against the cool walls as a means to taunt him. He clocked the back whisps of your cloak in the mirrors, fucking hell you were using the mirrors as an escape- a hatch of some sorts.

You were done being kind- done shedding light on the humanity you thought you lost in the black abyss of this unrelenting cruel life. Silently, you found yourself behind him and he couldn't feel that you were, so delicate in your movements as if you were an invisible veil.

‘’Where are you? Show yourself!’’ He yelled, his echo bouncing off every wall

You felt your heart go limp a little when you felt a strong unmissible scent of cologne against his collar. Your face was far too close to his neck, enough to feel the heat radiating off of him- you were glad he couldn't feel you near him, one of the perks of being a witch. You took your time to study him while he was levitating like an idiot waiting for your fated appearance.

You circled him, floating like the breezy air surrounding you both, immersing yourself in the oxygen. You knew something about his energy and aura was different when he first stepped into your space, you let him wander around while watching his every move. He seemed confident and way in over his head. As your eyes squinted, his blue eyes seemed more beguiling than ever. He was hot.

He was. You couldn’t deny it.

You hadn't had any since you relinquished all your goodness- but this was the path that you were destined for. It pained you, though. The lack of sex made your brain feel foggy.

Speaking of feeling foggy, you knew Stephen clocked your presence. Before you could get away he grabbed at your cloak and pulled you back.

He dragged you down to the floor, your spine slightly cracking as your back broke the concrete from under you. Stephen's forearm digging into your neck as the pressure of falling from such a height began to dawn on you.

‘’Unhand me!’’ You grunted, slightly choking as his arm was closing down in on your neck, subsequently squeezing your airways. You can't believe you were going down due to your own inane thoughts.

Not yet anyway.

Stephen gazed down on you with a harsh expression, almost as if he was…checking you out. You were really hot, and it was paining him. Thoughts running rampant with the excessive help of his never ending sexual desire, he was actually conjuring up all the ways he could make you feel good. He had you under him and your dark eyes lightened and he could see the true colour of them, light with a sinister sparkle. Lips parted and exhaling softly, hair strewn out and wild. Stephen's eyes softened in realization.

Your fingers twirled at the opportunity of his grip on you softening, you blasted him off you with just a twitch and lifted yourself up with ease.

The electricity that pinged off of him twinged at his nerve endings, clutching himself in pain momentarily. It was short lived though by the way he zoomed at you.

You were counting on it. As his hand reached for your throat, your hands clamped between his head as a means to literally fry his brain. Stephen's eyes were glazed in terrified surprise.

What you tried to do was make his brain turn to mush and make him the definition of brain dead, what you saw was something else. Surprising and unexpected to say the least.

You found yourself in the depths of his mind, Stephen was thinking of you. You and him. In some very dirty scenarios. Him kissing you, taking you on the floor. Stripping you of your clothes and feeling every inch of your skin. What the fuck.

Your mouth went dry, you let go of him immediately and in your vulnerable state he immediately conjured up an Eldreitch canon and shot it at you. In a single moment, you toppled to the floor. Twitching in pain. As if your ego and body wasn't already bruised, he hit you with another blast. You've never experienced this sort of power before, you've enever fought someone this powerful.

Lying there defeated, Stephen floated down to you, his footsteps soft as he made his way over to you. You blinked up at him, a bitter scowl etched on your face as you perched yourself up.

‘’You here to finish the job? Go ahead.’’ You spat, already accepting your fate.

‘’Before I do, what did you see?’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious, no humour playing at his features.

‘’What are you talking about?’’ You were so fucking done, why can't he just kill you and get it over and done with.

‘’Don't play stupid. You're smarter than that. What did you see?’' He stared down at you as if to rub salt into the wound.

‘’You. Wanting to fuck me.’’

‘’Is that right?’’ Stephen knew, normally every other day it would be a vast embarrassment, but he was too horny to even care. The way you looked up at him, eyes full of hatred as you were on the floor- he couldn't help but wonder if this was the way you would look at him as you fucked him with your tongue.

‘’Now you want me to suck you off.’’ Your eyes creased slightly as you tilted your head, as if you were scrutinising him.

To be honest, while you were in this compromising position with you on the floor and him fawning over you, the delicious thought did cross your mind. You did want him, even though it was a death wish and even though he needed you dead- he looked like he'd satiate that dull need inside of you, that need that you spent years desperate to quell.

‘’How woud you know?’m Stephen blurted out absentmindedly, too blurred by his need to fuck you. God, he wasn't thinking straight. It was insanity fucking an enemy, but you were so surreal. He just couldn't help wanting you.

‘’Everytime I go into someone's head, a piece of me latches onto them. So I know everything.’’ You explained breathless.

‘’Everything?’’ Stephen quirked an eyebrow.

‘’ Everything.’’ You repeated coldly.

‘’So you know how badly I want you.’’ It wasn't really a question or a statement.

You nodded your head slowly.

‘’I know how much of a fucking pussy you are. You won’t kill me. You don’t have the balls for that you little fucking bitch.’’

Stephen took another step towards you. Your eyes darted to his dick and to his eyes, he smirked before letting out a sharp exhale. He placed his hands on your cheek, his thumb soothing the skin. All you could do was stare up at him like an idiot, your lips parted and Stephen's thumb brushed the soft flesh until he slowly put them in your mouth. You moaned softly as your lips clamped around them, swirling your tongue around his digits.

Stephen thought he was dreaming, he could finish right then and there from that sinisterly sexy look alone. You finally let go of his fingers with a pop and a low exhale.

‘’Such a dirty mouth on a such a pretty girl.’’ He tutted before slapping you across the face. Hard. You gasped.

Stephen grasped at your chin and jutted it upwards to gaaze at him, your eyes were unwavering in the process of you tugging his pants and boxers down. He smiled breezily at your reaction of his very well endowed manhood. Shit.

This is exactly what you needed. He let go of you as your eyes flitted from his eyes to his thick veiny cock.

‘’Sweetheart..don’t be dumb...’’ He mumbled, he couldn't finish his sentence as your tongue licked his leaking red tip. Your hands stroked what couldn't fit as your mouth began to fuck him dizzy.

Your mouth was greedy, sucking him and stroking him with a jerk of your wrist, a sensational technique he grew to want more of. You felt so warm and wet around him, your lithe muscle working it's unique sort of magic as your eyes were fixed on him. Stephen's head was hung back as he groaned, he fisted your hair and began pulling you up and down on him. He needed this more than anything, to be treated this way- a beautiful and complicated woman on her knees giving him the most incredible blowjob he'd ever experienced.

‘’I'll finish if you keep going on like that.’m He grumbled.

In an act of defiance you moaned around him, sending vibrations coursing through his body and shooting straight back down to his dick. Stephen felt himself spurt inside of your mouth, it was uncontrollable and he felt like a teenager who finished way to fast- he'd give you a full fucking once you got up from your knees. You thought he tasted really fucking good, your underwear was slick with arousal- you weren't sure of the last time you were desperate to suck someone off.

Lips sliding off him, you gaped up to be met with such discening eyes. Stephen gripped your jaw in an ironlike hold.

‘’Swallow.’’ He gritted lowly, it was an order- you can't remember the last time you were ordered and it made you impossibly wet.

To your surprise, you followed through. You swallowed and darted your tongue out as evidence. He grinned. Suddenly, filled with chivalry, he grabbed your hand and helped you up to your feet, your knees felt wobbly with the bruises of the concrete. That chivalry was short lived however as he pinned you up against the wall, his mouth attacking yours.

You moaned as his big scarred hands were travelling all the way down your body and to the fat of your ass. Stephen could taste himself on your lips and it was sending his mind reeling- it felt so filthy, too filthy for his mind to imagine. Dear God he needed this, he needed. more of you. You were so bad yet so good, like an addict to a drug and he could see you becoming his specific type in no time.

‘’Good girl.’’ He whispered against your lips, fanning the flame to your already heated insides.

‘’Fuck me.’’ You exhaled and whined, begging him to just get you naked, the poke against your thigh was becoming incredibly urgent.

‘’Kiss me with those pretty lips.’’ He breathed, your tongue delved into the depths of his mouth, tongues tangling in a play of dominance.

Stephen kissed and bit harshly at the slender curve of your unblemished neck, strong hands ripping off the fabric of your suit, every rip was a new feeling of skin. You were becoming increasingly more needy as he finally ripped off the last piece, you were only left in your thigh high heels.

Stephen spared a moment just to scan at your naked body, it was better than he could ever imagined. It was like God spent a lifetime creating you. A devious idea formed in his head; he took the fabric at the end of your cloak and ripped it.

‘’Hey! Fucking prick.’’ You protested.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’

Stephen twisted it and held it against your mouth and forced your teeth to clamp around it. Holy fuck, he was gagging you. As you leaned up against the wall, you arched your back to melt into him, desperate expression meeting his aggressive one. You whined against the fabric, hoping he would get the message.

His palms wandered around your body; to the curve of your ass, the dip of your waist and the fat of your tits. You gasped as his fingers twisted your nipples and flicked at them before his mouth enclosed around them.

The sensation was brutal, your fingers threading between his hair and tugging relentlessly only proved that. Stephen left dark purple bruises in his wake and you were desperate to be claimed.

‘’Inside!’’ You cried out in a vain attempt. He heard your cried and all he could do was look at you with heavy lidded lust clouded eyes.

‘’Oh is that how you like it? Hard and fast?’’ Stephen teased, obviously trying to drag this out. ‘’Brutal?’’

You nodded furiously.

And with that he pushed himself inside of you, your warm wet walls coating him completely- he was quite frankly pulsating inside of you, the ache was so fucking surreal. You jolted up against the wall as he began rutting inside of you, body convulsing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, him hoisting you up. You spat out your gag so you could bite at his earlobe- you bit hard as his mouth nesled in the crook of your neck. Every delectable stretch of your insides made your lower stomach tighten deliciously, Stephen was revelling in the stunning look on your face. So fucked out and beautiful.

‘’Right there, huh? That the spot? Fucking love it don’t you?’' He questioned condescendingly as a means to embarrass you.

‘’Yes! Right there! Fuck...’’ You gasped in between thrusts, the spot that made you see stars.

You were so wet for him, he felt spoiled because of it. Stephen's cock was so thick and long it was reaching depths you could only dream of. You were sure you were about to come undone at any minute. Your body was collidin against the wall with every jolt.

 'I'm gonna...fuck..I'm gonna cum!' You screamed, feeling your throat grow raw as you bit your lip. He had to make sure you finished first.

‘’Give in to me. That's it, give in to me.’’ Stephen mumbled into your neck before ultimately finding your lips and smothering his on them.

The coil inside of you broke at an earth shattering pace, time was warped and felt unreal as if you dropped six tabs of acid, but this was a high you never wanted to come down from. Stephen swallowed your sweet moan, the sight of you gushing onto his cock was the best he'd ever seen. Your eyes creased in tense pleasure as a glint of relief coated them. A massive lift of pressure rolling off of you. The feeling of your body alone made him paint your insides a thick white, a sweat broke out from his brow as he spilled himself inside of you with a prolonged deep grunt. Stephen bit your lower lip and tugged it back as he finished. You struggled against him as he finally let you go so your feet found the ground.

Stephen was sure you were a sex God. Only in a black cloak and thigh highed heels.

‘’Are you still going to kill me?’’You panted, the ominious question still looming on your mind.

‘’I think I can arrange something else for us.’’

[themcomicsofficial]

Transformers BotBots Season 2

S2 EP 4

"Discovering Yourself Part 1"

"I'm sorry--he did what while he was being strangled?" Llandra said to Star Strike's comment on last night's battle.

"I mean--it just came out of nowhere! There was lightning and sparks coming out of Dimlit's body!" Star Strike responded.

"I don't believe it..."

"NO! J-just trust me on this, Llandra I saw it with my own eyes while fighting Air Raid!" Star Strike trying to make a complement to her.

"Look, Star Strike I know everything has changed since the war but you cannot tell me that a small humble bot in this human Mall has somehow has special abilities!" Llandra said back to him as Star Strike looks down on his left.

"Alright, but don't believe me if it happens to you too." Both walk around the Mall.

Lost & Found

Burgertron is sorting out his stuff and stops midway as he looks at a old photo of him along with Ulf the Orange and Spud Muffin with the wave of guilt of last year, breaking the sacred rule, trying to impress the BotBots, until--

"Burgertron?"

"GAH! Star Strike? Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry...Who are these two?" Star Strike examined the photo on Burgertron's hand.

"Oh, that's my girlfriend, Ulf and my former friend, Spud Muffin..."

"Spud--Muffin?"

"Yep..."

"Why is he a former friend of yours?"

Burgertron sighs

"Okay, about one year ago, we did something bad..."

"What did you do that was well--bad?"

"Okay, so there is a important rule that goes into BotBot society it's called--THE SACRED RULE OF THE MALL." Burgertron said with a booming voice.

"Uh, okay..."

"It's our rule, we must, I repeat--WE must hide from the flesh beings from our existence! Until--me and my squad broke it..."

"How did it break it?"

"We rode on the mall's kiddie ride and the mall guard found me in my burger form and about to eat me until Dimlit rescue and I--transformed in the wrong time..."

"Okay, so you broke a rule...accidents happen!"

"That's not just the only thing, we were outed from our society! We had to isolate ourselves from everyone! We tried to impress them! BotVids, LARPing, Bot Prom, trying to rescue the mall from Specter Halloween! We all failed!!--until the GoldRush games which made us get us back on the map! It was difficult journey but we finally reached our goal!" Burgertron explained his tough road trying to be return to BotBot society.

"Can I tell you something--I was also outed from my community as well--until Optimus found me and I had partners...and...um..."

Burgertron raised an eyebrow.

"What, were they?"

Star Strike says nothing as he stood there silently as something from his past which so traumatic that he doesn't want to say to him...

"Um...How about we meet up with your friends?"

"Uh...o--kay?" Burgertron responded in a concerned look as they both leave.

Mall, North Wing

"AH-HA!! DIMLIT, MY FRIEND WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE WITH THE ALMIGHT FROSTFERATU!! MWA-HA-HA-HA!"

"Uh, hey Frosty..."

"What? You're impressed to see my flashy vampiric skills, the cape doesn't impress you?" Frostferatu questions Dimlit to his flashy attitude."

"Eh, not really...I just want to say hi!" Dimlit said politely

"D'oh! People are usually impressed in my flashy mood!" Frostferatu said in defeat.

"You know what is flashy??? This!" Clogstopper flips a lid on his head over and over.

"O--kay, I could see that..." Frostferatu said awkwardly.

"HEY! I can unclog clogged toilets, there was this one time--"

"ANYWAY...How about we changed the subject?!" Kikmee moves Clogstopper out of the way to avoid more awkwardness.

"Hey Kikmee! How are you doing? how's your torso?"

"Eh, it clicks when I move!" Kikmee said as he moves it as a clicking sound is heard.

"Man, I'm surprised you and Bonz-Eye managed to survive that fight! What even was that?" Dimlit said in question.

"...I don't know he said he was like us, but deadly and from a different world. I was just terrifying--that smile the way he--"

Kikmee feels her healed scar from Mercenary on her left as she shudders

"I don't even want to talk about it...It's just too nasty!"

"More nastier then this?" Bonz-Eye said offscreen, revealing to have a black eye and split lip.

"OH MY DAYLIGHTS! Bonz-Eye, you alright?"

"Uh, yeah...just to have a black eye and split eye really helped out..."

"Whoa, I would you are intense but not this--intense..." Clogstopper respond to her broken face.

"Thank you, Clogstopper I needed that comment...really helpful..." Bonz-Eye responds with sarcasm.

"So, you two were in huge fight or somethin' or is somethin' I should know..." Frostferatu

"Uh, maybe you should not be evolved..." Clogstopper places an arm on Frostferatu's shoulder as he looks around with a worried and concerned look that something went on here...

Mall, Night Windows

Mercenary looks at the stars at the full moon by himself pondering why he has to live in this dump heap of a planet called Earth but it just looks gorgeous when it's features.

"So, Air Raid's dead..." Mercenary looks behind to another Micro-Master with a katana named Night-Thrash.

"Ah, Night-Thrash how's it hanging? So how's the hacking and slashing?" Mercenary said jokingly to him.

"I have no time for immaturity, Mercenary...you were supposed to recruit more of these Mall-based bots and you never did a single assignment which Laserbeak assigned!" Night-Thrash angrily said to Mercenary

"Hey c'mon now there's no need for these attitude...sure, I may be a bit slow on these missions but hey! If there's one for the big man wants from this then I have no pity..."

"You are not making sense, Mercenary...enough of this childish behavior YOU are a Decepticon, that means you are loyal to Megatron and you do what HE says or else--"

"Or else, what? C'mon tough guy, spit it out..."

Night-Thrash says nothing until--

"Listen here, and listen to me good you're going to do this assigned task from Laserbeak which will make you stop acting like a teenage human brat and an idiot every time when there's a big issue in our hands and MAYBE Megatron will give you a promotion more than Starscream's constant whining OR we'll have to drop you from our ranks. YOU CHOOSE and if you screw this up DON'T BOTHER to COME BACK if you fail..."

Night-Thrash walks away leaving Mercenary with a angry look as walk up to a pillar to punch it leaving a crater, as he breathes in rage, his right eye twitches.

Mall, Food Court bottom right

"So, this where you were?" Star Strike examining the place Burgertron used to be.

"Yep, this was a special place for me as a former leader of the Hunger Hubs! Sometimes, they invite me for little reunions and all that..."

"Huh? A place filled with red meat, high cholesterol, and sugars this may be a fantasy for you."

"FANTASY?? NO! THIS IS THE PLACE OF GREATNESS!!" Burgertron responded in optimism

Burgertron places an arm on Star Strike's head.

"Trust me, you're going to enjoy it!!! Soda machines, grills, and the best part--I, Cheeseburger!"

"Um...I--what now?"

"Oh, it's a musical is where yours truly created! Well, Brock-O-Lonley was a replacement for while then they wanted me back in because he couldn't capture of my voice...no offense, Brock..."

"None taken..."

Star Strike looks around the court and ask Burgertron a question.

"Mr. Burgertron, may I ask you this. This Spud Muffin what was he like?"

Burgertron grimaced at the words he told him and a mention of a friend turned rival.

"Spud Muffin was my friend of mine we first met when the energon cloud came here and brought us to live...He was a good friend then he got--crazy I mean crazy! After I broke the sacred rule a year ago he tried to sabotage me and my friend's plans to impress BotBot society! He framed me for murdering Sprinkleberry D'uhnut's disappearance and "murder" and untied the security guard and we everyone blamed us for ruining Bot Prom--to add salt on the wound---like I mean really he's made of salt, he's box of fries!! He's the one responsible for creating the GoldRush game and what did he created it for? To get banished to the Dark Side of the Mall. Where HE instead got kicked off to..." Burgertron described the situation one year ago.

"So, your friend got too much on his ego..."

"Yeah, he was cause I was a burger and he was fries! And where he stupid argument where fries being a main course! For switch it's totally uncool! It's not like you had bots like that! Star Strike? Star Strike?"

We cut to Star Strike's point of view as he sees bots as his previous partners as Burgertron's voice distorts.

"Star Strike, Star Strike, STAR STRIKE!!"

"Huh, wh-huh? Oh, my apologizes Burgertron..."

"You kinda spaced out there..."

"Is that so??"

Burgertron and Star Strike look up at they see Mercenary with his claws.

"Hey there, Burger bot it's been a while...wounds heal? but don't worry though, I'M GOING TO OPEN THEM UP SOON!!"

Star Strike lounges to them...

Mall, Sports section.

Ulf the Orange and Fottle Barts is with Batsby and Dinger.

"--I never would've thought that you two might play tennis with a meatball!" Ulf gleefully said.

"Yeah! we did! Batsby shoot a hitter though! ain't that right??"

"You betcha we did!!"

"Eh! If it ain't the Lost Bots-WHOA! Holy sidelines, Bonz-Eye you don't look so well!" Dinger pointed to her injured look on her face.

"Why THANK YOU it's not like people saw my face!" Bonz-Eye said sarcastically.

"That's very polite of you!" Clogstopper dimwittedly said while doesn't know she was being sarcastic.

"What did happen to you, Bonz-Eye?" Ulf questioned

"I--I mean we got in a fight...a brutal fight..."

"That's why you got the black eye..."

"YES." Bonz-Eye gives her a death glare.

"What Bonz-Eye is trying to say is that we survived and we didn't die right?" Kikmee said

"Soon..."

They all look back as they see Night-Thrash in the shadows as he unscythes his katana, his left glowing red eye in the darkness.

Mall, South Wing

Llandra walks around the mall looking for a Micro-Master.

"There's gonna be a--"

The tracker beeps where the Lost Bots, Ulf, Fottle Barts, Dinger and Batsby are.

"OH NO..."

TO BE CONTINUED

[cerinslair]

d66 Speech Quirks

Not everyone likes or is confident "doing voices" when role playing. (Which is totally okay! It’s acceptable to just describe what your character says and does if that is more comfortable for you than acting it out.) Even without "doing the voice," you can still make characters sound unique through use of speech quirks.

It could be a phrase they say a lot, a particular word they say a bit differently, or a particular pattern in the way they speak. I recommend two quirks, to give a character a really recognizable voice. Feel free to re-roll if one of your quirks seems incompatible with the other. (For those who don’t know, a d66 is rolling two six-sided die: one for the ten’s digit, and one for the one’s digit.)

No accents or voice changes required!

Many of these can even be described to the other players if you’re not comfortable vocalizing/acting them out.

11: Consistently uses “one thousand” as an arbitrary number, no matter how (in)appropriate the scale. “That’s one thousand miles away!” “One thousand apologies, my good sir.” “Just give me like, one thousand more seconds.”

12: Frequently clicks their tongue when they are about to start talking or to change topics.

13: Tends to compare things to vegetables. “She’s as bitter as a brussel sprout.” “The beds here are warm and soft like mashed potatoes.”

14: Often says “it’s basically a sure thing”, especially as a display of confidence.

15: Mumbles the first couple words of a string of thought before trying again more clearly.

16: Gets quieter when they are angry.

21: Says “one” in place of the article “a.” “It’s a trap” becomes “It’s one trap!”

22: Makes a gurgling sound when they are frustrated.

23: Gets quieter towards the end of each sentence, especially when they are unsure of themselves. “I thought I saw him head for the pier, but it was dark outside.”

24: Says proper nouns slightly slower. “We found B i l l’ s boots.” “I left it behind in B l u e s t o n e H a l l.”

25: Squeaks when they are startled or surprised.

26: Pronounces “the” with a short ă sound. “Tha.”

31: Gets louder when they are confused.

32: Frequently calls people “Biff,” especially when they don’t know their name.

33: Whenever they list multiple things, they pause briefly between each thing.

34: Tends to say the last word in their string of thought a bit louder, as if denoting they are done speaking.

35: Says “ooooh” a lot, especially before pointing out something that catches their interest. “Oooh, are those new gloves?” “Oooh, I heard the circus is in town!”

36: Always pauses after saying a proper noun. “That’s Gilbert’s… helmet.” “Queen Vellas… would not approve.” “We’re on our way to Greenburg… to buy supplies.”

41: Has only one volume: booming.

42: Often begins a new line of thought or change in topic by saying “Wait, wait,” first.

43: Tends to over-apologize, even for minor things, by saying “really” multiple times before a “sorry.”

44: Says “grr” instead of “um” or “uh” when stammering.

45: Pronounces “that” as “atta.” “They went atta way.” “Atta’s my beer!”

46: Frequently ends statements of facts or details with “and them’s the beans.”

51: Repeats the “s” sound one too many times to indicate posession. “That is Nina’s’s ring.”

52: Speaks much too quickly when they get excited.

53: Tends to start a conversation a bit quieter before building up to a normal volume.

54: Always says adjectives in pairs. “It’s by the small, green box.” “I found an old, rusty sword.” "It's a huge, orange dragon!"

55: Always ends requests with the phrase “if you would, please.”

56: Often says “your” when they mean to say “you.”

61: Tends to draw out the long ū/ew/oo sound in words. “Was he wearing a bluuue cape?” “The mooon was full that night.”

62: Has a habit of appending “yeah?” at the end of their statements, as if making sure you’re following along.

63: Frequently describes quantities as “just a bit,” no matter the scale.

64: Often has to count numbers or days of the week aloud to remember them confidently.

65: Frequently describes things as “cool as ice.”

66: Avoids contractions, preferring to say complete words. Can’t Can not. That’s That is.

[coastalraccoon]

[Image Description: A digital drawing of a cat and a fox. The cat is a small gray-brown lynx point with long cheek fur. The cat is wearing a blue cape tied together with ferns and a bird skull. The fox is a bright orange with reddish-orange markings. The fox is wearing a stalk of yew berries around her ear and a rope loosely tied around her neck. End ID]

Throws former warrior cats oc and fox friend (not former warriors oc) at you at high speeds that are high enough to create a sonic boom (loud)

[pain-suffering-even]

headcanons: Choi Jongin

so sorry about this being late... i know i promised it forever ago, but i've been really worried about whether or not people will like these headcanons until i realized it doesn't really matter lmao. though here's a disclaimer anyway: i've absolutely used my creative liberty with these characters, and you'll probably have one or two moments where you go "they would never fucking say that," or something along those lines. these are just. blorbos that have been rotting in my brain and i have finally given them their poor little meow meow backstories that have absolutely nothing to do with canon. so :) just keep this in mind with these headcanons, and any future ones i post. i'm just throwing my 2 cents into the fandom, even if they are a very niche 2 cents.

last thing. this is long. i've done my best to shorten it. rip to mobile users.

content warning for mention of drug abuse and attempted suicide.

Quick headcanons -

Name: Choi Jongin

Age: 28

Gender: Male

DOB/Place: May 3rd, 2032 in Seoul, South Korea 

Rank/Type: S Rank Mage

Guild/Occupation: Hunter’s Guild Leader

Past Occupation(s): Fiend Guild 

Skills: Fire go boom 

Weapons: Rings, Gauntlet

Family: Smith Seunghee (mom) (alive) 

Kang Donghyuk (biological dad) (unknown) 

Choi Jeonghan (stepdad) (alive) 

Core headcanons - 

Hidden talent: pencil/charcoal/oil pastel art

Favorite food: Deep fried chicken drumsticks 

What motivates them: Protecting those he loves, even if it means sacrificing himself + proving others wrong (others being Yoonho and Hwang Dongsuk) + giving his cat Kiwi a good life

Treasured possession: Jintao Brown’s red flannel jacket 

Deepest secret: He used to be addicted to ecstasy and has relapsed once already 

Best/Worst thing to happen to them: Lim Taegyu taking a chance on him/Getting sent to that boarding school 

Random memories: Finding Kiwi as in the rubble of Jeju and smuggling her home in his cape; having too realistic of a nightmare when he was a child and watching the sunrise from his window; Taegyu yelling at him for smoking inside his office; meeting Yoonho for the first time at the testing center, and the fight that followed; the first crush he had on a guy that was in his high school class; riding bikes with Jintao Brown to the track during the summer and having a picnic nearby as their weekly not-date-but-kinda-date;  

Best friend/Worst enemy: Lim Taegyu/Hwang Dongsuk

Good/Bad traits: Smart, dependable, funny/Competitive, arrogant, independent, distant, protective, 

Things they’ve done/like to do:Lit his kitchen on fire trying to make maruchan noodles, collects candles, 

Personality type: “Defender” ISFJ-A (22% extraverted, 78% introverted; 43% intuitive, 57% observant; 46% thinking, 54% feeling; 92% judging, 8% prospecting; 65% assertive, 35% turbulent) 

Nervous habit: Clenching his hands/teeth, twisting his rings, 

Things they’re afraid of: Sleeping, as he usually has nightmares, lighting his cat on fire,  

Things they want to accomplish: Building a cat tree for Kiwi his cat, learning to at least boil an egg with his powers, finish a decent portfolio of his oil pastel works, draw more portraiture of people around him (Taegyu, Haein, Jinchul, Yoonho unfortunately, etc) 

Additional headcanons -

Doesn't like kiwis because of their texture. Also, they are hairy 

Goes with maroon and blood orange, but that's because hes a fire mage - he actually likes blue

Has a habit of manually sharpening pencils from his artist days 

He really like dinosaurs, especially the brontosaurus 

Very interested in true crime, he was originally in college to be a forensic scientist

His fingers are usually dirty whenever he's stressed, as he draws when he can't sleep. He also smells a lot like pencil shavings and oil pastels 

Has tried to quit smoking 3 separate times but it never seems to work 

Their Timeline -

Age 12: leaves for boarding school 

2 years pass

Age 14: does ecstasy for the first time

Age 15: starts “dating” Jintao Brown

Age 16: learns he isn’t his stepdads son 

Age 17: unsuccessful suicide attempt + graduates 

Age 18: gets his rank + joins the Fiend Guild + attempts to sober up 

Age 19: his parents divorce 

Age 20: Taegyu confronts him about his addiction 

3 years pass

Age 23: fight with Hwang + sobers up 

Age 24: creates the Hunters Guild 

Age 25: first Jeju raid + gets Kiwi 

Age 26: second Jeju raid

Age 27: third Jeju raid

Age 28: now

[zinabug]

Technically a re-draw of one of my first limited palette drawings! Maddie may not technically be one of my bloodborne ocs anymore but,,, boom hammer. Old version from 2021 under the cut because it is old

[ID: a digital drawing in yellows and oranges of Maddie, an OC. She is an older woman with a wide-brimmed hat with goggles and pince nez, wearing a shirt with rolled up sleeves, a waistcoat, and skirt. She is holding a smoking hammer with a clawed end in both hands and smiling.]

[ID: a similar drawing as before, although Maddie doesn’t have a hat and her hair is in a bob, she is wearing a coat with a shoulder cape, and is holding a gun in one hand and her hammer in the other.]

[ccohanlon]

into the outback

The track to Palm Valley is an unlikely route for a tour bus. It begins just beyond the Hermannsburg aboriginal mission, 72 miles west of Alice Springs, in the arid, red-dirt emptiness of Australia’s Northern Territory. A large, weather-beaten white sign warns, No conventional vehicles to proceed beyond this point. For 12 miles, the rough-hewn track winds around the dry bed of the Finke River, over angular steps of solid rock littered with sharp chippings and soft patches of alluvial sand, to a deep gorge where rare species of palms, including prehistoric cycads, inexplicably flourish.

It’s hard work even for a four-wheel-drive truck. Not surprisingly, the chrome-plated coaches running daily between the Alice, as Alice Springs is known, and Ayers Rock do not include Palm Valley on their itineraries.

There are a lot of lonely places in the Territory. As the local license plates boast, this is outback Australia, the heartland of popular imagination, where fewer than 150,000 people occupy over half a million square miles of land, half of it a vast semidesert, the Red Center of the tourist brochures, and the other half, the tropical ‘top end’, a little-explored tangle of rough bush and rain forest and mangrove swamps growing into the Arafura Sea. The maps show only a handful of long roads through it all. The majority of water features on this map do not contain permanent water, travelers are cautioned. For anyone depending on conventional vehicles, much of the country is inaccessible.

The tour operators realise this and a few have adapted the fine Aussie pastime of bush bashing, pushing rugged four-wheel-drives across the rough, spinifex plains of the outback, to the benefit of the Territory’s booming tourist industry. Nowadays, depending on how long one wants to go bush and how much discomfort — heat, dust, mosquitoes, flies (especially the flies!), poisonous reptiles — one can take, there are a number of well-organized, adventurous and downright unusual safaris reaching even the most isolated stretches of the Territory.

Bill King’s Australian Adventure Tours is perhaps the best-known of them. Mr. King pioneered commercial four-wheel-drive expeditions not only throughout the Territory, from Ayers Rock to Bathurst and Melville islands, but nearly all of Australia’s seemingly endless wilderness, including the wild, jungle-like country of Cape York in Queensland and the hot, desolate ranges of the Kimberlys in northwest Australia. His company now offers 104 tours. The shortest is a three-hour bus ride around Alice Springs; the longest, a 30-day trek across the Northern Frontier: north to the Kimberlys from Alice Springs via the Tanami Desert, west to the pearling port of Broome, on the Indian Ocean, east to Darwin, Bathurst and Melville islands and the Kakadu National Park, south through aboriginal lands to the Gulf of Carpentaria, then back down to Alice Springs.

But outback itineraries would be less practical, and not nearly as much fun, without reliable off-road transportation. Bill King has, among other vehicles, the Unimog or, more properly, the Mercedes-Benz UL1700L, a desert cruiser powered by a 5.7-liter direct injection 6-cylinder turbo-charged diesel with eight forward and eight reverse gears, which can carry 21 people in air-conditioned comfort. Its slab-sided body, painted battleship-gray, and raised high off the road on big, heavy-tread tires, encloses a walk-in pantry, tool shop, a field kitchen, an ice box and plenty of storage space for the tents, bedrolls and other items necessary to survive, let alone have a good time, in the outback.

Alice Springs is a convenient base for Australian Adventure Tours, as it is for dozens of other tour companies in this part of the Territory. Each year, thousands of visitors crowd this pleasant and thriving near-city — no longer the ramshackle outback town of Neville Shute’s novel (but still in the middle of nowhere) — from where, they can get to the spectacular, orange-colored gorges cut by ancient flood waters in the steep, quartzite walls of the surrounding Macdonnell Ranges or — farther away — to the Olgas and the Territory’s main attraction, Ayers Rock.

A powerful fascination with this “immense pebble rising abruptly from the plain” (as the explorer W. C. Gosse described it in 1873) is one of the few things white Australians, let alone other tourists, share feelingly with the continent’s indigenous peoples. Solid and inspiringly strange, the Rock - the aborigines call it Uluru - embodies the Dreamtime, the ancestral legends of aboriginal prehistory. Despite the deeply felt objections of aboriginal elders, tourists climb to its summit in the quiet, cool hours before dawn and watch the rising sun illuminate the domed heads of the Olgas, Katatjuta, 20 miles to the west —one of the Territory’s most compelling sights.

Roughing it is an essential part of the outback adventure. On a Bill King tour, life is reasonably easy with a cook, as well as an experienced bush driver and guide, on hand at their campsites. On the Red Center itineraries, standard coaches and a choice of motel accommodation are provided for those inclined to travel less rigorously.

For those with an insatiable streak of masochism, going bush and roughing it can be taken a step further. Rod Steinert, a well-known local guide and tour operator, organises bush survival programs of up to three days in the harsh semi-desert south of Alice Springs. The approach is simple enough: for $75 each a day, a small group is led across the badlands by aborigines who will instruct in the crafts of the nomadic hunter-gatherer. Sleeping outdoors with poisonous snakes and rodent marsupials understandably might make one nervous, so creature comforts — camp beds, swags, conventional food and water — are carried if required.

Mr. Steinert also offers less drastic itineraries, including wild-life safaris in which, with any luck, one can try roping a wild camel or dogging fast moving hordes of wallabies, as well as day trips to cattle stations and aboriginal missions.

Rod Steinert is himself a student of aboriginal lore and I first met him at Ewaninga, an aboriginal ceremonial site on the Old South Road to the Alice. A talented raconteur, he was carefully explaining the complex rock carvings at the site to an elderly couple from South Australia. Despite the heat, which quickly sucked the moisture from our skin, and the annoying persistence of the flies, he managed to convey the awe of ‘the duck Dreaming’ and its very real relationship to the blistered surface of a nearby clay pan. “The tribal elders didn’t read these carved lines,” he said as he traced them with his fingers. “They’d look away and then recite the legend from memory; some of these lines were simply reminders.”

Aboriginal culture permeates the Territory and rock paintings. Carvings and other artifacts can be found practically everywhere. Later, while drinking black billy tea together and munching spotted dog, a kind of raisin pudding laden with syrup, Mr. Steinert told us, “Don’t believe it when you hear that the significance of these and other markings are long forgotten. There are elders, very much alive, who understand them. They could explain them if they wanted to - but they don’t want to.” Mr. Steinert is sometimes recommended as a guide to visiting anthropologists by the aborigines’ Central Land Council, which administers the land rights of central Australia’s huge aboriginal reserves.

For the scores of small, four-wheel-drive operators advertising unusual overnight camping tours from the Alice, the routes now extend as far east as the old Arltunga gold mine and ghost town on the edge of the Simpson Desert, as far west as Palm Valley and the Finke River National Park (or, in Mr. Steinert’s case, the Yuendumu aboriginal reserve), and as far south as Ayers Rock and the Olgas. In the north, the 'top end’, the rain forests, fast running rivers, deep gorges, hot springs and even the wildlife, particularly east of Katherine and in the Kakadu NationalPark, are perhaps even more beautiful — if commonly unreachable at certain times of year because of monsoonal floods.

However, there are alternatives to a four wheel-drive for traveling in the outback: camels, for instance.

Noel Fullerton and camels are seemingly inseparable. Among a plethora of colorful characters in the Territory, Noel Fullerton is one of the more sober and enduring. You can even find him on postcards: a squat, barrel-chested fellow with a mane of long white hair and a sunburned, bearded face not unlike an Afghan trader’s, he is commonly pictured atop a dromedary in the shade of a eucalyptus tree. He started the infamous annual Camel Cup Race down the sandy bed of the Todd River and won it five years in a row. He rode a camel up the steps of the Federal Parliament building in Canberra to protest the delay in extending the Ghan, the railway between Alice Springs and Port Augusta, South Australia, to Darwin. And now he operates safaris on camel-back from his ranch south of the Alice.

Throughout the year, with the exception of January, Mr. Fullerton and another guide lead caravans of up to 10 camels on one of three routes, depending on the time of year, usually in a series of daily treks from a base camp in the Rainbow Valley. The most interesting of these is probably through the Finke River National Park to Palm Valley, following as it does the path of the earliest explorer, Ernest Giles. Like others in the outback travel business, Mr. Fullerton is prepared to tailor an itinerary to suit individual urges — one customer, a young American woman, reportedly spent three months just wandering with one of his guides through the Krischauf, James and Macdonnell ranges and the hard plains between.

The outback is not a place in which to take chances. Unless one is experienced, an outback safari of one sort or another led by a competent guide is the best way to get into the rugged scenery, the unusual flora and fauna and just the silent, endless space of it all. Even if one is prepared, there is always an element of risk.

I recently went bush with a couple of friends in a Japanese-built four- wheel-drive truck. Loaded with camping equipment, food and a .44 magnum rifle (which nobody used), we went looking for a track to Mount Conner in the twisted scrub 20 miles south of the newly-laid Lasseter Highway to Ayers Rock. We could see the mountain from the highway, a long flat ridge of crumbling purple rock standing alone in an expanse of yellow spinifex, but the track was harder to find. We followed a few disused drovers’ routes into dead ends before coming across an unlikely looking turnoff covered in fine red bull-dust and sand.

“You’ve got to be bloody careful,” warned the proprietor of the Curtain Springs roadhouse, back at the highway. “It’s rough going, so don’t even try it without four-wheel-drive. And let me know before you set off. If you get into trouble, I’m the one who’ll have to fetch you out.”

He wasn’t kidding. It was a slow haul, scraping past the gnarled branches of trees blackened by bush fire and easing the wheels over the bleached-gray remains of corral fences. Finally, we stalled; the truck sank belly-deep into a sand dune. We deflated the tires and unchoked the wheels and tried to ignore the sine-wave tracings of snakes that were everywhere in the sand.

We wished we’d taken a tour round the Alice instead.

First published in The New York Times’ Travel & Leisure section (under the by-line, Chris West), USA, 1984.

[thelistingteammiami]

What to Know When Relocating to Florida for Retirement

Florida is the leading retirement destination in the U.S., partly due to its tantalizing tax breaks. However, it’s not the only option in town. More people are choosing to spend their golden years in non-Floridian cities. If you still want to move into the Sunshine State when you hit 62, you should consider various factors to make a clear-headed decision about this significant life change.

Is Florida Losing Its Appeal to Retirees?

Make no mistake about it — the Land of Flowers continues to attract the most golden-agers crossing state lines for retirement. In 2022, it magnetized 11.8% of out-of-state pensioners in the nation and the only one to grab a share above 10%.

However, Florida doesn’t have the distinction of hosting the most number of people aged 65 and above, nor does it record the highest percentage of seniors relative to its population. Two reasons can explain these phenomena.

Competition

Floridian towns aren’t as compelling to some retiring baby boomers as other American cities. Austin takes the cake, seeing its population of adults over 65 ballooned by 90.4% from 2010 to 2020. The other big gainers were:

Boise, Idaho

Atlanta, Georgia

Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina

Houston, Texas

Charleston, South Carolina

ATX has a booming tech hub. The influx of young people relocating to the Texas capital for employment opportunities has inspired an inundation of oldsters.

In 2021, Mesa, Arizona, tallied a net migration of over 3,600 older residents — the country’s highest. Henderson, Nevada, netted over 1,600 while San Antonio had over 1,100. Rounding out the top five were North Las Vegas, Nevada, and Boise, Idaho, with over 1,000 net retirees each.

The biggest selling point of the Valley’s gateway is its climate. It's warm and low-humidity — a comforting combination for old-timers. Plus, it’s conveniently close to Phoenix while costing significantly less.

Aging in Place

With a median age of 44.7 years old, Maine is the oldest state in the country. Although its retirement-age population is small by national standards, seniors represent 21.8% of its citizenry. What’s more, most of the boomers calling it home are local-born. Mainers exemplify aging in place more strongly than any other Americans.

A 2022 survey found that 88% of U.S. adults aged 50-80 believe staying in their houses for as long as possible is important. Most of Florida’s retirees originate outside its borders. The peninsula may receive fewer retirees in the future if the positive sentiments toward aging in place remain pervasive.

3 Things to Consider Before Moving to Florida for Retirement

Other states and cities are gaining a reputation for being retirement paradises, but it doesn’t mean Florida has gotten undesirable. It remains on its throne because no other place can offer a better package for retirees.

Still, the Citrus Capital appeals only to specific seniors. Use these three factors as a litmus test for its suitability for you.

1. Cost of Living

The Orange State is the nation’s fastest-growing, but it’s bigger than census data suggests. It appeals to students, entrepreneurs, workers and snowbirds, not just retirees. Plus, it’s the most touristy state — more than 137 million people visited it in 2022. The larger the crowd, the more expensive goods and services can be.

The massive number of people wanting to live or stay in Florida has resulted in scorching local real estate markets. Home values average $383,000, but they can surpass $560,000 in Miami and other urban centers. Insurance premiums can also be pricey due to the state’s susceptibility to catastrophes.

Rent in Florida can go through the roof. Notable rental markets, such as Orlando, Palm Bay, Tampa, Cape Coral and North Port, exceed the national average, rendering many residents considerably rent-burdened.

Food and health care can also be expensive in the Everglade State. While the theme park capital of the world has plenty of entertainment options, the price of watching movies, visiting amusement parks and experiencing live sports games can be steep.

Although the state has diverse modes of public transportation in metro areas, the typical Floridian owns a private vehicle. You can go electric to avoid gas expenses, but monthly utilities, including electricity, in the state are higher than in many parts of the country.

Considering Florida’s cost of living, converting some of your assets into cash before moving may be wise. Decide which properties to leave your heirs and which ones to sell. The least burdensome assets for your loved ones to cash in are prime candidates for liquidation. Putting them on the block can expose them to more serious buyers, sell them quickly and get as much value from them as possible.

2. Wildlife

The Manatee State has world-class natural wonders, but its breathtaking landscape can harbor terrifying fauna. Depending on where you stay, you may encounter alligators, bears, panthers, herons, pelicans, snakes or dolphins.

Many of these creatures are usually no threat to humans unless they feel threatened. They can be dangerous, but they won’t bite if you get out of their way and treat them respectfully. They’re Florida natives, so learn how to coexist with them.

As a general rule, avoid intruding into their habitats to discourage them from becoming territorial. Also, limit your interactions with them. They’re wild animals, so you can’t expect them to be tame or tolerant of humans.

3. Weather

Florida goes by the nickname the Sunshine State for a reason. It gets 230-250 days of sunshine yearly. These days can be humid but pleasant news if you’re outdoorsy and love to socialize. However, the other days can be menacing.

Florida gets the most hurricanes out of all the states. About two to three make landfall in its southernmost region. Category-3 Hurricane Idalia — the only landfalling hurricane the country saw in 2023 — got close to Keaton Beach, causing up to 12 feet of storm surge inundation and flooding the southeast with heavy downpours.

Floridian cities are some of the most vulnerable to climate change, too. Rising sea levels and frequent coastal flooding will exacerbate the usual natural disasters the Hurricane State endures once the effects of global warming are in full swing.

Coastal waters surpassed the flooding thresholds of Fernandina Beach, Cedar Key, Pensacola, Mayport and St. Petersburg for more days on average from 2013 to 2022 than they did from 1950 to 1959. These figures indicate the sea had been encroaching on these communities more frequently — evidence of worsening climate change. Frequent coastal flooding threatens the Florida residents’ health and safety and the structural integrity of waterfront properties.

Regarding seasons, the Gulf State’s climate is too mild to notice changes between spring, summer, fall and winter. If you love how the environment transforms as seasons roll around, Florida may not be for you.

Should You Start Your Life’s Next Chapter in Florida?

The Retirement State doesn’t have it all, but millions of pensioners consider it the closest to perfection. If what Florida offers suits your lifestyle and budget, you’ll have the time of your life there.

[eternalsunshineletter]

Day 1 : Describe your personality

Hai, so let me tell you about myself hahaha 😂

My name is vita and here's some random talk about my personality from my own pov (its so weird when i talk about myself 😂)

Mari kita mulai dari kepribadian dulu yang mana semua orang pasti setuju kalo aku bilang "im an extrovert". Ya emang bener sih wkwk aku suka ketemu orang2 baru, aku suka pergi ke tempat2 baru, aku suka ke tempat ramai yang bisa liat banyak orang. Jadi kalo lagi stress, cape, atau sedih sebenernya yang dibutuhin cuman keluar buat liat orang wkwkwk 😂 aku suka mengamati orang2, kadang menebak-nebak "orang ini lagi mikir apa ya?". Pokoknya adaptasi sama lingkungan baru atau orang baru ga pernah jadi masalah (kecuali kalo orangnya nyebelin semua, tapi ga mungkin semua orang nyebelin wkwkwk).

Selain extrovert, im the most dramatic person (maybe) in your life (if u know me) wkwkwk 😂 i always romanticize every single thing in my life 😂 karna hidup ini rasanya hampa kalo ngga di romantisasi. Lagi happy? Romantisasi sampe kebahagiaan itu meluber kemana2. Sad? Romantisasi sampe rasanya gada lagi manusia lain di dunia ini yang lebih sedih dari aku wkwkwk 😂 thats just how i project a life. My life be more beautiful when i romanticize everything 🦋

Random, not to sound self proclaim tapi hampir semua orang terdekatku minimal pernah bilang "apaan sih random banget" ke aku 🙃 i dont know is it a good thing or bad for them 😂 tapi ya emang aku gabisa menahan diri buat ngga mengatakan isi pikiranku yang di bilang random ini (aku sih ngga ngerasa itu random wkwk). Aku suka tiba2 nanya "kamu suka makan kadal ngga?" Atau "kalo kita naik gethek ke arab kira2 mati ngga?" Like literally out of nowhere 😭 aku juga gatau kenapa suka tiba2 ada dorongan buat nanya hal itu tapi sebenernya tujuannya ya ngejokes aja. Cuman kadang orang agak kaget aja karna tiba2 wksksk harusnya ditanggepin aja biar seru wkwk 😂 mostly jawabnya pasti "hah?" "Apasih aneh banget". Hah hoh hah hoh, tukang keong lu? 😭 but i love it when i found someone who know how to respond that kind of randomness HAHAHA 😂

Another personality, im so sensitive. Mudah melihat keadaan dan emosi sekitar. Termasuk juga melihat segalanya dengan perasaan yang dalam. If you're sad, trust me i feel it. I might not know how it feels but i understand it. Sifat ini juga yang bikin aku keliatan kaya "cengeng". Nonton upin ipin nangis, nonton disney nangis, denger lagu nangis, denger temen curhat sedih nangis, liat org bahagia nangis, liat bebek jalan sendirian nangis, pokoknya nangis mulu deh aku 😂 tapi aku ngga pernah nangis untuk diriku sendiri didepan orang sih (kecuali temen yang bener2 deket).

Next, another "not to sound self proclaim" but im funny as fuck wkwkwk i mean, in my head 😂 righhhhht? Just spend your time with me for just like an hour and boom you're happy again 😂 i know how to talk with everyone even if you didn't like to talk (sombong amat). Im good at communicate with people. Gatau deh anjir narsis banget wkwksk 😂

Actually, i have a lot of personality to talk but here's the last for this journal. Im stubborn (Iya iyaa gausah sambil ngangguk gitu bacanya kak 🙏). If i want it, i get it. Its real. Saklek banget, kalo iya ya iya, engga ya engga. Biasalah tipikal aquarius (sipaling nyalahin zodiak). At least im self aware 😌. Banyak yang bilang juga sih sebenernya wkwk but im work on that kok. Mungkin kecenderungan itu di dapet karna aku anak bungsu atau aquarius (lagi2 nyalahin zodiak). Padahal fase "keras kepala" itu hasil pemikiran kalau yang aku pikirin tuh bener. Kadang suka mikir juga sih, ini aku yg keras kepala apa orang yang ngga paham maksudku wkwk 😂 semua bisa dibicarakan dengan baik2 kok tapi, soalnya aku terbuka sama berbagai pendapat (berusaha sih) soalnya kalo lagi keras kepala aku suka mikir pendapat orang tuh bodoh banget (maaf 🙏). Kalo masuk akal pasti ga mungkin aku debatin, soalnya males banget harus ribut gara2 hal yang ga penting2 amat. Jadi kalo kamu mendapati aku keras kepala dan sulit diajak diskusi, coba kamu liat lagi opinimu wkwkwk (waw sounds stubborn as helllllll 😂). Becanda gaess, kalo kalian mendapati aku keras kepala, lawan aja gaesss soalnya kalo disumpelin fakta nanti aku juga akan kicep sendiri, tolong jangan cape dulu 🙏😂 i promise you'll never find another like meee 😌

Sekian hutang 30 days writing challenge edisi day 1, semoga bisa istiqomah sampe tgl 30. Terimakasih juga yang udah niat baca sampe selesai, kalian luar biasaaaa 🦋

Terakhir, quotes hari ini "life is climb, but the view's great 🦋" (tolong jangan tagih quotes setiap hari). See youuu tomorrow 😘

[mollydsails]

March 29 - Little River Inlet to Carolina Beach, NC. Today’s travel was on the ICW. Winds on the Atlantic had a north component (on the nose) and could have gusted to gale force. Nope. 6 bridges today, all high bridges. Our luck held out with the tides, as we passed under all bridges on the lower end of the tide. Bridge clearances were 66-67’. Woo hoo!!! There were some skinny sections with water as low as 9 feet but an able bodied Captain safely maneuvered Molly D through them. We have not moored in Carolina Beach for more than a year, as the offshore route had been doable. Many new homes are being built. The town dock has been dismantled and is in the reconstruction phase. A Ferris wheel and a few more rides have been added to the boardwalk area. The mooring balls and pennants have been upgraded, and at $30/night they are a bargain! We walked along the boardwalk and then ate at a nice harbor side restaurant. The restaurants (and I use that term loosely) along the boardwalk were a bit creepy (as in you can smell the spilled alcohol as you walk past the open doors) so we moved right on by. After three straight days of sometimes intense ICW travel, we wanted to eat someplace where we could relax. Tomorrow’s offshore forecast isn’t great for offshore travel, so we will be back on the ICW. Bridges tomorrow will be challenging. The first bridge only opens on the hour. Two more bridges open on the hour and half hour. One bridge is undergoing maintenance and has reduced clearance due to a truck’s boom arm hanging over the side with workers on its platform. We must call this bridge a half hour before our arrival so that the boom can arrange to be out of the way. We will deal with the schedules. We always do. Here are some photos from today’s travel.

Sunrise!

A trailer campground along the ICW.

Fishing boats

Entering the Cape Fear River. This river is at the Cape Fear inlet where the ocean rushes inland. The river was choppy for a bit.

Orange-yellow dirt embankment

Carolina Beach harbor front

Dunes abutting the ocean beach

Along the boardwalk

This pelican decided that the railing outside a restaurant window was the place to be.

Tomorrow we head north on the ICW and anchor in Mile Hammock Bay, Camp LeJeune.

[fatedefyd]

   @stxnekxng​​ foretold :  

The very air crackles with an energy most never experienced, even as segments of the rocks roll across the trembling earth, the very nature seems to want to flee from the pressure slowly weighing down. Then all but one trees explode, splinters flying everywhere but avoiding the princess and her son. In a specific pattern forming like an outline of the surrounding area as the trees snap, bending downwards as the echoing boom echoes through the sky. The speed of sound being broken and only just not catching up. The unmistakable rush of heat washing over the lady. 

A staff slams into the ground inches from her injured frame, a tail gently wrapping around one of her bloodied hands, the long limb alone is strong enough to help the woman at least sit up, the iconic outfit of blue, red and gold blown harshly by the wind, missing the top. Clearly having arrived in a hurry if he'd forgone wearing the armor. The edges of the earth cracking as be slowly tilts the end of the staff up at the demon. Scarlet gold eyes snapping back over his shoulder to gaze to the wounded mother, her son not far. A familiar cloud currently had the boy rested upon it, unconscious but alive. The same could not be said for the fool in front of the woman and the golden simian having placed his smaller stature between her and the enemy. Even as his piercing gaze lands on her, his gaze softens as the tail pulls away. Slowly grapping the ends of his cape before turning to her, placing it over her as he speaks. 

"Concern yourself no longer with the rat. I will deal with it." Even as the demon (what an ill advised moron) points at the simian, laughing about his smaller size and half dressed state. Insults thrown out that it wouldn't take any enhanced hearing for Iron Fan to hear the gritting of teeth behind closed lips. The winds scream as they part in an instance and blood splatters everywhere. Having been in front of her one second, on the opposite side of the demon the next. The lower jaw of the demon slowly being crushed in a blood soaked claw, the demon turns, about to try and stab the immortal. Who simply watches the metal scrape against his chest, a very thin line of blood slowly being drawn before his foot kicks at their knee, a horrid crack as they go down shrieking ( more so gurgling on their own blood ). Raising his foot before stomping down on their throat, the body spasms before another crunch of bones rings out and the demon gives one last gurgle as his body writhes in the echoes of life before fading from this plane of existence. 

A single huff of an ember from his jaws, the corpse ignites. Slowly moving away from it and heading back to the woman. His clean claw gently extending to her. "Let's get you home."

         It was a simple trek to the neighboring town  --  the very same one that Iron Fan had held such an odd bond to since her rebellion against the heavens.  She had gone to drop off warming statues for the oncoming winter, with the aid of her son during one of his occasional visits.  Once the task had been complete, the mother had decided to walk the rest of the way home ; to enjoy the changing scenery, greens turning to vibrant yellows and oranges. 

         ... And then they were ambushed.  Not surprising, though mildly unpredicted given the time of the year.  Red Son had been quickly incapacitated through a pinpoint blow on his neck, and Iron Fan barely had any time to register the rodent-like demon’s tail whipping at her, lashing and succeeding in wounding one of her eyes.  The confrontation, however, was over as quickly as it had started. 

         Through her unharmed eye, raven-haired mother takes note of the trembling terrain  --  she barely had enough time to shield herself, though it seemed it didn’t matter in the end.  The princess shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was to see the monkey king make an appearance, but... then she’s covered with his tattered, worn cape, and she watches on as the adversary’s blood is swiftly painting the ground like a overblown balloon.  Iron Fan had never had the opportunity to see the simian slay another before her eyes  --  and she is grateful that her son had been spared the shocking fashion that the golden monkey uses in his tactics.  In the conflict she looks for her son, and is given a sliver of relief when she finds him floating safely on a cloud not too far off.

         Scarlet eyes dart back as a deafening cracking echoes through the worn-in path, her kneeling form freezing as Wukong makes swift work of the enemy while in his rage.  As the faint scent of burning flesh begins to rise, she almost doesn’t register the hand he offers her.  Lashes flutter, bewildered as they trail up his half-dressed form.  There is no hesitance or fear in her gaze, just.. astonishment. 

         After what felt like eternity, one of her finely-clawed hands finally reaches for his own, the other holding on to the cape that he had offered her moments earlier.  Even when she rises, matron keeps his hand held in hers  --  as if he would leave just as quickly as he had arrived, and as a physical reminder of the life-ending conflict.  Tense form slacks after a minute of pondering, nodding in agreement with his earlier statement. 

   ❝ when we get there, you’re taking a bath. ❞  She says, making an attempt to distract her thoughts with lighter humor to contrast the morbidity of the event.  ❝ i don’t want blood on my brand-new carpeting. ❞