#bouncing around in my head like a bouncy ball

[naomithegiraffe]

unreasonably excited about mid-80s auto focus cameras this evening

[tinycactusfromarizona]

✨Overcast belice my beloveds✨

[lem-argentum]

(guy who is really bad at keeping crushes secret) haha um hey look at this creature

[borealing]

big if true

[crownshattered-arch]

|| i love meeting people on the internet who are from texas (like me) but like....YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW OTHERWISE. No y'all. No accent. It's just so funny XDD like damn you really hate texas THAT much that you would cut it completely out of your identity???

[your-local-grinning-cat]

*my ear flicks at Nova’s face halfheartedly as he kisses my cheek, grumbling good-naturedly*

I’m not always soft - only for those I like and trust. It’s only one of my many layers. I’m an ogre.

And don’t worry, I’m not insulting meowself there, that’s a reference to a movie in a different universe.

*grins slightly*

You know, when Star wakes up and everything calms down, I should go and bring back some movies from other universes. We can have a movie marathon. Then I won’t be making so many references no one gets. We can have so many inside jokes.

….maybe I’ll even make everyone hate me and bring you a terribly inaccurate mockumentary on Jesus - I heard you like him.

*giggles a little, before laying my cheek down on Star’s head with a little sigh*

Maybe bring Star the seasons of “How It’s Made”… he likes building and creating. That might be interesting to him…

And thank you for for the compliments. I appreciate them. I’m not often told my lack of sanity or mind is not a detriment. My madness in never up for debate - if someone asks me to choose between them and Madness, I will choose Madness.

I’ve even been told on more than one occasion that I don’t seem mad… I don’t think people realize that just because I’m not currently showing it that doesn’t mean it’s not there.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Madness lets me have more control over how mad I am at any given time because I have given myself completely to it.

Madness and I are one.

I am always at least a little mad. I’ll probably need to let loose a bit after this. This is far too much sanity for me to not let Madness have a bit of fun.

*appears in a wave of purple swirls and stripes, gently carrying the unconscious body of Castor @castaway-achlys*

Is there someone named Vern here?

Nova sent me and told me that you could help Star! He needs help! He’s not doing good!

Nova said he wouldn’t be far behind - he had to get some things from his brother’s room because Star will be afraid when he wakes up. He doesn’t like medical things.

*tail lashing in anxiety, purrs rumbling in my chest, eyes flicking from Castor back up and around the room and back down to Castor repeatedly*

@your-local-grinning-cat

*Vern looks up from tying off his arm bandages."

Hello~ oh, you're-

*his eyes widen as he registers an unconscious Castor. Standing, he immediately points to an open bed*

Lay him there

*he grabs a new clipboard*

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, headlock🤤, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of fluff at the end

A/n: as promised, as soon as I came out of the cinema I started working on this! It’s not as nasty as I wanted it to be, but I’ll work on that🩷

Your bedroom smelled strongly of sex and sweat, loud moans along with praise mixed with degrading were bouncing off the tall walls, surely gaining the two of you a few noise complaints the next day. You were splayed in the middle of your huge queen-sized bed, head pressed into soft pillows and ass high up in the air as your boyfriend was dogging the shit out of you, making sure that your pussy was raw and thoroughly fucked.

You’ve been at it for hours - your sheets were wet with sweat and other bodily fluids, your ass felt hot from all the spanks Miguel generously delivered. Your throat felt sore from all the moaning and previous face-fucking, musky taste of Miguel’s cock still lingered on your tongue. You felt like a rag doll in your lover’s strong arms, too tired to move by yourself, but too greedy for pleasure to actually stop this sweet torture.

Miguel yanked your hips up higher, getting a firm grip on your waist; he shifted a bit, placing one foot on the mattress for better range of movements. A string of loud mewls along with shameless moans poured out of your kiss-swollen lips as brunette absolutely ravaged you - he pounded your poor dripping pussy with so much vigor that your body shifted forward with each thrust, heavy balls slapping against your clammy skin with loud smacking sounds. Miguel’s large hands moved to smack your pretty ass so it jiggled in his palms, relishing to grab and mold your pliable flesh afterwards.

- Just look at this greedy pussy, taking every inch of me like a cock-hungry slut. Bet you were thinking about it whole day long, huh? - Miguel rasped above you, his filthy words caused heat rising up to your cheeks as you buried your face even deeper into soft pillows, but they couldn’t hide your reddened ears form his sharp eyes.

Miguel leaned down, one massive arm sliding underneath your neck, so that your chin was tucked right in the hollow of his elbow; a few moments later your face was squished in between male’s bulking bicep and a thick forearm, trapped in a firm headlock. He put most of his body weight onto your small body, pounding your dripping cunt into the bouncy mattress, stretching you out on his mighty girth, making your eyes roll back in intense pleasure. You felt Miguel’s free hand slipping underneath your tummy, finding your throbbing needy clit in no time and massaging it brutally with rough fingertips, matching the roughness of his hips slamming into you from behind.

- Oh baby, you’re drooling, - Miguel tutted in feigned pity, his hot lips brushing the shell of your ear, making hairs on the back of your neck rise.

His words brought you out of heavy haze of pleasure, bringing some consciousness to your foggy mind. And, indeed, your chin felt cooler because of your drool covering it, some even dribbled down onto Miguel’s arm, getting in between your chin and his inner elbow. Your hands came to his arm around your neck, fingers digging into firm muscles, leaving crescent-shaped marks on scarred skin.

- Mig..uel, I’m-

- Shhh, my love. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you, - Miguel shushed you softly, his hips slapping against your ass with even more vigor, making you momentarily forget whatever it was that you wanted to say.

He hissed as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him, the suckle of your pussy sent his hips bucking and forcing his cock impossibly deeper into your cunt. A familiar coil makes itself knows in the pit of your stomach - a telltale sign of your next orgasm approaching rapidly.

- Oh fuck bunny, fuck fuck fuck. Gonna fill that pussy with my cum, full and nice, yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? - Miguel rambled next to your ear as his pace became faster and sloppier.

- Pl..ease. Fuck, need.. it. ���m so close, - you managed to stutter through

Your body prickled with desire and heat, Miguel’s fingers worked diligently on your clit along with his massive cock spreading you open, thick cockhead mushing against all of your sweet spots - he very soon had you cumming all around him, wringing a mind-blowing orgasm out of your exhausted body, your release leaving a noticeable white ring on the base of his dick.

A string or curses and quiet whimpers reached your ears as Miguel’s snapped his hips into yours quickly before stilling completely. Strong shudder ran through male’s massive body and, with a final moan, he shoot his thick cum inside of your fluttering heat, flooding your insides with his warmth.

Miguel went slack against your back, his body mounding against yours as he laid atop of you, making you squeak quietly under his weight. He chuckled airily as he rolled off you to the side, sliding his softening cock out of your bruised pussy. You whined at the feeling of emptiness, warm sperm dripped out in a small dribble, staining your slit and sheets underneath you. Miguel scooped you up in his big arms and maneuvered you to lay on top of his heaving chest, thick fingers tangled in your messy hair, massaging your scalp lovingly.

You took a deep breath, cuddling deeper into your lover’s neck, wrapping one arm around his broad shoulders. Your eyelids felt too heavy and Miguel felt too comfy to lay on, so you were fighting off sleep as much as you could.

- Go to sleep baby, I’ll clean everything up, - you heard a soft murmur, warm lips kissing your forehead in a comforting manner. You hummed in acknowledgment, getting more comfortable in Miguel’s arms.

- Love you, - you whispered tiredly, sleep heavy on your lids.

- Love you too angel

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[tomeoflies]

"Hmm. That case was wrapped up quicker than I expected." It's not over, but he fobbed actually arresting the accused off on someone else. "Now what do I do?"

[thegnomelord]

aaaaomg... the response to my ask (i was the shark person lad) is so good :DD it got my brain bouncing around in my skull like a bouncy ball cause i love sharks and the 141 monster au

imagine an oceanic whitetip shark merman (i did mention whitetips a few times in my past ask, they're one of my favorite sharks) being in tf141 with the boys. whitetips are known for being one of the more aggressive sharks and some of the strongest in the ocean. like dragons, whitetips are prideful and stubborn in nature. they also tend to be on the larger end of merfolk, having muscular and tanky bodies to support their natural aggression. whitetips tails especially are strong so they can swim fast enough to keep up with prey - so their legs are naturally stronger to keep up with the weight of their powerful shark tail.

whitetips tend to be picky with their mates - like most of the larger shark merfolk, i imagine they'd want someone who can match their strength, and well after sparring with any four of the boys they'd definitely realize that "oh damn. maybe he is suitable" then go through the strange process of trying to court whoever they sparred with. it would involve a lot of nibbling and following them around to really determine if he's right, along with a few lost teeth that soooomehow end up on the desk of who they're courting.

ahem also dragon price and mershark reader makes me think. just a small note

but yeah that's all :) thank you for making my brain turn into a bouncy ball over my obsession with sharks and monsterfucking LMAO

Oh oh oh what if sharkmer are polygamous? Like it's so rare to find another of their kin so any time they find someone and they're compatible they end up joining/creating a polycule where everyone's fucking everyone?

So like, pre-existing poly141 with a new member reader, and at first you don't think too highly of them. But them you start sparring with them, get your ass handed as often as you hand it out, and yeah. . . you're smitten.

Soap fucking loves your little habit of nibbling on him, you two winding up on the couch somewhere with you nibbling on his pecs while he does the some to your tail, Price having a good laugh when he finds you two purring while you do it.

Gaz just likes your bulk, the fact you're so much wider and bigger than him, dwarfing him in size. I hc harpies have this old instinct to rest/nest in like caves or something, so when you wrap your strong arms around you it just makes him feel so safe, especially if you then tuck his head into your neck and he can't see and it's like he's surrounded by heaven, calm and relaxed in the same way raptors are calm when they got that hood on their head.

Ghost likes the fact you're generally quiet, likes the fact you can keep up with him and even pin him down (as well as a wraith can be pinned down). Likes being forced to submit under you, both of you tumbling around on the ground in an attempt to defeat the other until your thick tail is sweeping him out from under his feet and you're nibbling on his neck.

Price takes the longest to come around with you, mostly because he's so possessive and protective of what's his. But he sees you take care of his hoard, take care of him, and the next time you return from a mission, still wet from the swimming you'd had to do, Price pulls you into his office, a deep rumble in his throat. "Did well back there." He says as he takes your hand and bites it, keeping eye contact with you so you know he knows what he's doing, and suddenly you're lunging at him with the intent to mate.

And also sharks have 2 dicks soooo👀

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Hi!!

Kind of following in @theonetruegnome 's footsteps, could you draw my Sunny for me? I'll copy/paste her description below, and it would mean a lot to me to see this lill bundle of energy finally have a vassal (That makes it sound like she's a skin walker damn-) You don't have too though. Its completely fine of you don't.

Desription:

Name: Sunny Sunray☀️

Necklace: Sun with darker yellow rays

Sent: Fruity Mix Pronouns: She/her

Personality Description: A walking, talking ball of energy and positivity. She is constantly skipping around the halls, humming to herself and bouncing around. She can be a bit air-headed at times, and somewhat full of sass, but she’s still bouncing around and cheering her friends on no matter what, whether it be rain, shine, an easy OR hard time! Even after all these years, she's still as happy as ever! Well…on the surface at least.

Physical Description: A yellow bunny with a lighter yellow underbelly, lighter inner ears, and a darker sock pattern on both her feet. She’s got round chubby cheeks, and her pupils often turn into yellow stars when she’s excited and really happy. Other than that, she’s very similar to Hoppy physically. 

Facts/Trivia:

She has a HUGE sweet tooth

Despite often being cheery and bouncy, she does have her bad days every so often. They result in a very cross, petty, and sassy Sunny for that day

Her favorite activities are racing, hugging people, and using her skipping rope

She’s a pansexual

She remembers almost every tune she’s heard and can recite it almost flawlessly

She can speak German (and yes she can put on an accent for it) (Again, you dent have to draw her, but I'd like to see her in your amazing style!)

Best I could do, apologies if it wasn't what you imagined ^^

Absolutely adorable gal btw

[pahtoosh]

the greatest form of flattery

[image ID: a gif of lloyd hansen smugly saying “right back at ya, sunshine” to a phone. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1300 words

warnings: lloyd picks you up like a lot, play fighting, bad word(hell)

a/n: my first lloyd fic! I truly don’t know what came over me—I’ve never even seen the movie. I just thought this idea was so cute and then I had so many more ideas about the dynamic lloyd would have with his little! lots of play fighting and teasing(and kisses because it’s me🤭)

pairing: lloyd hansen x gn!little!reader

summary: Lloyd’s little finds a fake mustache.

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There was little you could do to bother your Daddy. Lloyd reserved all of his patience and understanding for you. You were his little love, so precious and pure. In his eyes, anything you did came from only the best intentions. He could brag for hours about how he had the best little to ever exist, and he taught you scarcely a thing about manners. You were naturally that sweet.

You were grateful that your needs coincided with what Lloyd could give you. Your rowdy days came out when he had more energy to spare chasing you around the yard. Your quiet days fell when he was exhausted from work and only wanted to cuddle in your home’s library, speaking in hushed tones as you escaped into worlds of fantasy. But there were some days when you sought mischief. You just hoped that your Daddy was in the mood to be silly too.

The day before, you attended a birthday party for one of your little friends. It was rare that Lloyd let you partake in events like this. His protective instincts went into overdrive when you showed him the invitation. Rather than giving in to his desire to hide you away, he fell for your pleading eyes and RSVP’d under the condition that he could come along and keep a close eye on you.

An afternoon of bounce castles, water balloons, and party games left you totally knocked out. You fell asleep in the ball pit, and Lloyd climbed in not long after. He scooped you up, resting your tired head on his shoulder as he carried you to the car. He accepted the gift bag from the party host on the way out, deciding that he could also use it to hold the shoes you had taken off before diving into the ball pit.

Feeling refreshed and awake the next day, you were delighted to see the gift bag on your nightstand accompanied by your morning note from Lloyd. He wrote that the package was from your little friend and that you could open it while you waited for him to finish his meetings. You gave his signature a kiss, then placed the note alongside your collection of every note Lloyd had ever written you. He left your little watch on the nightstand too. It was the same shape as your daddy’s, but customized to fit your wrist, and it displayed a digital clock instead of an analog. The screen also had little icons that lit up during snack or nap time. You carefully put on your watch just like how your daddy taught you.

The gift bag was calling your name now. It was simply made of paper, the cartoon animal design being its only saving grace under the scrutinizing eyes of a little. The tissue paper was mostly squished, but it called to you all the same. You dumped out the contents onto your desk, excited to see what you would play with first.

There were the typical favor bag items: stickers, a bouncy ball, and a tiny plastic soldier with a parachute. The bag also had a few little games and snacks. You separated the candy from the bunch and made a mental note about which ones you wanted to eat after lunch. As for the toys, you started with a sticky hand, promptly losing it to your ceiling. The mini dog-shaped puzzle was simple, yet fun. The underwater ring toss tested the last of your patience, but the ball maze lifted your spirits once more.

There were still a few minutes left until Lloyd finished his meeting and you had already played with all the toys in the bag. Or so you thought. You held the gift bag upside down and shook it one last time, hoping for a magical little toy to distract you during your daddy’s absence. Your wish came true when a fuzzy little thing plopped out. It resembled a caterpillar so much, you half expected it to move. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t a fuzzy little creature. It was a fake mustache!

Just like daddy, you thought. You giggled to yourself imagining Lloyd’s reaction to your new look. You carefully peeled away the paper backing and stood in front of the mirror to place the mustache under your nose. The plastic hair tickled a bit, making you sneeze a couple of times. Once you shook yourself off, you practiced a few poses mimicking Lloyd’s stance. His back was always straight, and he sometimes walked with his hands behind as if he were in a museum, which looked extra silly when he was just heading to the kitchen. He also checked his watch with a certain flair and spoke with his head cocked to the side when he was in a teasing mood.

As you checked your little watch, you realized that Lloyd’s meeting would finish soon. You ran towards his office, avoiding the edges of the hallway’s carpet runner because it had a habit of tripping you. Lloyd was closing the door behind him as you barreled towards his form.

“Hey there, honey. What’s got you running like crazy, huh?” He kissed the top of your head and patted you on the back. He hadn’t noticed the mustache yet because you ran with your head tilted downwards for extra speed and hugged his legs instead of jumping into his arms.

“Missed you, Daddy,” you said, your voice muffled by his slacks.

“Aw, how sweet. Come up here, baby. Do you want some kisses?” He lifted you up, doing a double take when he saw your new accessory.

“Is that-“ Lloyd cut off his own sentence as he burst into laughter. He hugged you close and gave you a few kisses in between his chuckles.

You beamed. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Lloyd nodded, pursing his lips to contain his laughter.

“Now I look like you!”

“Hey now, Daddy’s mustache looks nothing like that,” he defended.

“Does so!” You wiggled out of his arms and struck one of the poses you had practiced. “If you wanna make an omelet-“

“Alright, that’s enough outta you.” Lloyd lifted you up and blew a raspberry on your stomach, making you squeal.

“Da- aahh! That tickles!”

“Shame,” he teased, continuing his attack.

You tousled in Lloyd’s arms until he had to readjust his grip. Using this moment of weakness, you poked his ribs, making him fall dramatically to the floor with you in his arms. He laid there breathless for a moment and was about to sit up before you placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back down.

“I got you.”

“Hell yeah you did, baby.” Lloyd took a breath. “Pinned your Daddy down. Good job, sweetie.” He patted your thigh, wondering if he’d taught you that move during your self defense lessons or if you’d learned it somewhere else. His train of thought was interrupted but a scratchy feeling on his cheek, followed by a soft pucker.

“Did you just give Daddy a kiss?”

“Uh huh!” You did it again on his other cheek. This time, Lloyd couldn’t hide the uncomfortable look on his face.

“Is that how it feels when Daddy kisses you? All scratchy from the mustache?”

“Um.” You touched your mustache as you thought, looking somewhat like a cartoon villain. “Yeah, a little scratchy.”

Lloyd held your free hand in his. “Is it too scratchy? Do you want Daddy to shave off his mustache?”

You shook your head, clinging desperately to him. “No! I love Daddy’s mustache!”

“You do?” he asked.

“Uh huh! Makes Daddy handsome and makes Daddy kisses special!” You demonstrated by pointing to your forehead.

Lloyd sat up and tentatively placed a kiss where you directed, repeating the motion when you wiggled happily.

“See?”

“Okay, honey. Daddy’ll keep his mustache, and you can keep yours too. In a box. Save it for Halloween.”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 1

Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)

Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁

Chapter Warnings: None really in this first chapter.

Word Count: 2,656

A/N: Okay, so this is the series that I orphaned over on fanfiction.net and I conducted a poll on what people wanted me to do with it if I brought it over to Tumblr. Converting it into a Dean x Reader AU won quite handily. So, that's what I'm doing. I hope you enjoy.

Just so everyone knows, this is a historical AU set in 1900, and there is no hunting involved. (Though there is a family business. 😄)

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Dean Winchester was bored; he admitted it. He was bored of the balls, the soirees, the empty conversations, the glittering jewels and the painted smiles. He needed a break. So he'd left New York City and all its glamor and come to Newburgh to spend time with his brother, Sam, Sam's wife Jessica and their little girl, Lucy.

However, now that he was standing in the quiet train station, waiting for Sam to pick him up, he had to wonder what he'd been thinking. With the sleepy ticket agent sitting behind the counter, gently dozing, and an old man sitting on a bench, lazily browsing through a local newspaper, this no longer seemed like a solution to his restlessness and boredom. This place actually seemed like the town that boredom was born and raised in!

But what could it hurt to stay for a week or two? He'd visit with Sam and Jessica, see how much Lucy had grown in the last year and maybe it would wash away the taste of sweaty, over-crowded ballrooms and smoky parlors with too much lemon furniture polish.

He shook his head. He didn't know what had gotten into him lately. That life was all he'd ever been interested in. Certainly, he'd never wanted his brother's life. Slaving away at his private law firm, saddled with a wife and child, and living in the middle of nowhere, a six hour train ride away from civilization; it had always horrified him.

In the last few months, however, the idea of breathing fresh air, of laughing with and even arguing with his brother, of bouncing his niece on his knee, and even the idea of listening to Jessica's bouncy chatter, had been growing in his mind until it was a constant disruption in his thoughts. So, he'd left the reins of his family's shipping and trade business in the hands of his very capable manager and sent a telegram to Sam that he was coming to stay, and to pick him up at the station.

But Sam was late. Dean had been waiting nearly an hour. Tired of standing around, Dean decided to wander a little. He woke up the ticket agent briefly to ask if he could leave his suitcase behind the desk with a message for his brother. The agent yawned and gave him a pen and paper, reaching over to take his suitcase.

Sam,

Got tired of waiting for you. Went exploring. Be back in an hour - two o'clock.

D.

"Thanks." He said to the agent, and set off on his quest to cure his boredom. There had to be something in this town to interest him.

***

Y/N breathed in deeply, and let out a long sigh. The air was crisp, fall air that smelled faintly of damp leaves, spice, and wood smoke. It was a warm and inviting smell and it made the lonely chasm inside her heart widen.

"Miss Y/N, watch!"

Y/N gave her attention back to the little girl who was running down the hill, scattering the birds, and laughing loudly. She couldn't help but smile at the little hellion. It might not be very ladylike behavior, but she wasn't even four years old yet. Y/N decided to save the admonishment and let her be a carefree little girl while she could. These years of innocence and abandon were fleeting. The little one should enjoy them.

"Hello."

Y/N jumped abruptly at a man's deep voice. With a hand over her thumping heart, Y/N turned to scowl at the stranger who'd startled her. As she looked up into his face however, her scowl melted and her heart started beating hard enough to jump out of her chest.

The man was smiling at her, a smile that hitched up one side of his mouth and made Y/N's breath catch in her throat. He was very tall, towering above her where she sat on the park bench. The perfectly tailored, brown traveling coat he wore stretched across broad shoulders and narrowed in a V shape over his flat stomach. His wool pants were of very fine quality and accentuated the strength and muscle of the legs beneath them.

He was beautiful, there was no doubt, but his eyes were something more than beautiful. They were a bright emerald green, long-lashed and penetrating. They stared into Y/N, like he could see through to her back collar button. His eyes alone caused Y/N to blush and she realized she was blushing because there were promises in his eyes, promises of something dark and sensual and all consuming.

He was speaking. She tried to clear the buzzing in her brain so she could hear him.

…"Dean."

She shook her head. "What?" she asked quietly.

He chuckled softly and Y/N's stomach clenched at the sound.

"Dean. I said my name is Dean Winchester and I asked you for yours."

"Y/N!"

At the sound of her name, Y/N turned, thinking wildly for a moment that someone had simply been telling this man her name, but then she realized it was Mr. Winchester, her boss. And as she realized this, the name the man had just given her penetrated through the haze in her mind.

She looked back at the stranger. "Winchester?"

But he wasn't looking at her anymore; he was looking at her boss who was jogging slightly towards them. "Dean!" he called out. "You weren't at the station, so I thought I'd track you down. Sorry I'm late." Mr. Winchester threw his arms around the man and pulled him into what looked like a bone crushing hug. But the man simply pounded Mr. Winchester on the back before her boss turned to face her.

“You’ve met my brother?”

***

Dean closed the door of his wardrobe and leaned against it, closing his eyes so he could bring that perfect face into his mind's eye. Beautiful (y/c) eyes, soft features, and an incredibly succulent mouth. He'd immediately had plans for those perfect lips and he'd already begun imagining them beneath his own, or moving down his body, slowly…

Then suddenly, he'd heard his brother's voice and was crushed in an embrace. When he pulled away, he could see the woman (Y/N?) was blushing profusely and trying to stare a hole into the ground.

He had quickly learned this woman was governess to his niece, his brother making the formal introductions. Lucy came running over and launched herself into Dean's arms.

"Uncle Dean! What did you bring me?"

"Lucy, manners." Sam had scolded. 

But Dean chuckled, and pulled gently on one of her braids. "I have lots for you, kiddo, but it's back at the station."

So, Sam had herded them all back towards the station. He'd told Lucy and her governess that they should get into the carriage as well and ride home with them, but Y/N had refused quickly, blushing again.

"No. Thank you, Sir. You're very kind, but Lucy needs to stretch her legs and wear off her energy. We'll walk back. I'll have her ready for supper at six o'clock." With that she took off with Lucy's hand in hers, walking fast enough that the little girl had to jog a bit to keep up.

"What did you do?" Sam had asked immediately, cuffing Dean none too softly in the back of the head.

"What?" Dean asked innocently. "I barely said two words to the woman."

"Really?" Sam asked, disbelievingly. "Well, two words from you and my level-headed, almost stoic, governess has turned into a blushing school girl."

Dean had just grinned. Sam rolled his eyes and cuffed him again.

Now Dean was changed out of his traveling clothes and into a fresh suit having bathed and rested. And he was bored once again. Sam had returned to his office in town to see his last client of the day and Jessica was out paying calls. He wandered around their modest, but beautiful home, reacquainting himself with the warm wood floors, expensive oriental rugs, and the smell of freshly cut flowers that Jessica grew in a hothouse in the back.

After a half hour, he was officially restless and all the signs of his brother's apparent domestic bliss had him desperate to find a distraction.

He wandered into the library hoping to find a book that might do the trick. Instead he found the beautiful governess he'd met so briefly. She was sitting on a green chair in the corner. She had her legs tucked up on the seat and one stocking clad ankle was showing as it peaked out from beneath her skirts. Lucy was nowhere to be seen, and he assumed she was taking an afternoon nap.

His body thrummed with desire immediately and he had to give his head a shake. He wasn't some green boy about to lift his first skirts. He needed to get control of himself.

Then she looked up from her book, sensing him, and her look of surprise mixed with the innocent desire that flooded her gaze took that control away in an instant. He pictured pulling her into his arms, and ravishing her sweet, lush mouth, which was now open slightly in surprise.

He swallowed and cleared his throat. "I apologize, Miss Y/L/N. I seem to startle you each time I see you."

She closed her mouth and shook her head. "Not at all, Mr. Winchester. I'll leave you to your reading." She stood to go, but Dean leaned against the closed library door and crossed his arms.

"No, I'd like you to stay, please. Can you recommend a book? What are you reading?"

She took a moment before answering, swallowing several times. She held up the small book. "It's a book about biblical poetry."

"Oh?" Dean couldn't think of anything less interesting, but he moved to her side, and took the book from her hand as an excuse to get closer.

The scent of something sweet, but spicy hit him as he stood near her, making his head foggy, so it took him a moment to register what he was reading as he looked down at the page she'd been on, it was marked with a piece of ribbon.

Taking the ribbon out, he read the words again and then looked back at Y/N with an incredulous expression. "You were reading…this?" He turned the book back to her and pointed his finger at one passage in particular.

"Yes, that's right." Y/N confirmed. "I must confess, I'm not much of a poet, it all sounds fairly confusing to me. This poem talks about a man and woman who are gardening. What a mundane subject to write poetry about." She shrugged delicately. "But it is biblical, so I thought it could only enrich my mind."

Dean couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across his face. "This is the Song of Songs. It's love poetry."

Y/N looked puzzled. "Love? Of what, gardening?"

Dean's smile deepened. "It's written in metaphor. You know what a metaphor is, don't you?"

Y/N's expression became slightly annoyed. "Of course I know what a metaphor is, I'm a governess."

"Of course." Dean said and suddenly he had a wonderful idea. "Let me see if I can help you see the metaphor here. Sit back down, and allow me to read this section to you and see if you understand."

***

Y/N was trying hard to pull air into her lungs without appearing to pant. There must be something truly wrong with her that made these kind of thoughts run through her mind. She couldn't focus her gaze on anything. When she looked into his eyes, thoughts fled completely and her mind was just a rolling mass of red haze.

So, she tried to focus on his neck. But the column of his throat and square corner of his jaw, with it's slight shadow of stubble made her breath catch again. She looked lower to where his hands held the book. But his hands were large and his fingers were long and thick, with blunt squared tips. They made visions pop into her mind's eye, visions that no respectable lady would be having. She pictured those fingers taking hold of her hand, wrapping around it, she imagined the warmth of his skin on hers, and soon she was nothing but a mass of nerves again.

She was very proud of herself for getting words past her lips. But then he'd suggested he read to her and she heard herself agreeing. A part of her mind was telling her to simply leave, but she thought it might seem rude, he was the brother of her employer after all. So she sat.

He opened to her page and began:

Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits. I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk. I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My beloved is knocking: "Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night."

Y/N listened and the words themselves held no new meaning, she could find no metaphors in them. But she heard the husky timbre of his voice, heard the low rumble as his tongue and lips formed the words, and she suddenly knew that what he was saying was scandalous. She could hear the impropriety in his voice, knew it from the way it made her shiver. Quoting the bible shouldn't create such a hedonistic reaction!

She jumped to her feet, unsure of what her next move would be, but she knew she couldn't stay in this room alone with this man another minute.

Dean stood slowly, putting the book down.

"Did you like it?" He asked and his voice was rough and low, slow and drawling.

She shook her head. She definitely didn't like this feeling. Her head felt stuffed full of cotton and her body tingled. He stepped closer to her and reached out to take her hand.

It felt exactly as she had imagined. It was warm where his fingertips held hers.

"I just realized that when we were introduced earlier I was very rude. I didn't even offer a kiss for your hand."

He tugged gently on her hand and she shuffled forward until only a few inches separated them. Her breathing was rough and her mind screamed at her to pull away. But she didn't. Instead she watched as he brought the back of her hand up to meet his plump lips. They were smooth and warm, and his breath just heated her skin there.

He moved his lips slowly, turning her hand in his so he could kiss the inside pulse point of her wrist. She had to tell him to stop. He was behaving with unbelievable impropriety. But his lips…they moved again, grazing her skin as they did, up to the tip of her thumb. Then he kissed the tip of each finger, before grasping her hand more firmly and pulling her the last inch toward him, so that now she could feel the heat radiating off of him. He dipped his head and she felt his lips in the center of her palm. Suddenly she felt his tongue flick out briefly to taste her.

It was the jolt of fire that shot up her arm that brought her to her senses. She gasped loudly and wrenched her hand out of his. She stood frozen for a moment, staring at the mouth that had brought on such a feeling. Then, desperately, she bolted from the room, trying to outrun the image of the heat burning in those stunning green eyes and of the wide, sensual mouth she suddenly longed to feel against her own.

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[zeroible]

Outsiders Week Day One - How Ponyboy got his Bouncy Ball

It all started when Dally went to get more cigarettes.

Johnny and I tagged along because we had nothing better to do, and frankly we also needed a weed. 

“Can y'all get any slower? C’mon man hurry up!” Dally called. 

We were headed to the Rexall Drugstore. Dally, Johnny, and I usually hit it up because we never got caught using the five finger discount. That and it was one of the only corner stores in the East Side.

Gravel crunched underneath my Chucks and stray dogs barked in the distance. The smell of cigarette smoke and a slight chill wafted through the air.

Autumn was starting to set in. Soon I would have to convince Johnny to sleep at our house instead of at that old lot. Speaking of Johnny, he was kicking a pebble down the street. We were kind of dragging our feet, and this was getting Dally real worked up.

“I oughta leave you two slowpokes behind,” Dally spat.

There was no real venom behind his voice, but the comment made Johnny snap out of his daze real quick.

“Wait up, Dal!” he called, jogging to catch up. I followed close behind.

The facade of the building came into view. “REXALL STORE” was written on the front in real big red lettering. The paint was peeling and there were always signs that advertised sales in the glass display windows. We had arrived.

“Alright we’re here to lift some cigarettes. Make sure no one sees ya. I don't wanna be put in the cooler again, got it?” said Dally.

Johnny nodded profusely.

“Got it,” I mumbled.

“Great,” Dally grunted.

He pushed open the door, and a little bell jingled overhead. Dally slowly headed up towards the front, while Johnny and I wandered around. It was tough to be inconspicuous because the store was so small. We were eyeing up the penny candy when something caught my eye. It was a bouncy ball. A bright orange bouncy ball. It was like that thing was calling my name. Johnny and I stared at it for a good second. I was about to grab the ball when the owner started making a fuss.

“Hey, get back here greaser!” the owner shouted.

He was angrily waving around a newspaper as Dally bolted out the door. I started to panic. I looked at Johnny, and his eyes were real wide.

“Shoot! We gotta bounce!” 

I started to run, and almost tripped over my own two feet. Johnny followed close behind. Even though he was small, he was as quick as a jackrabbit. I don’t know how long the owner of the store followed us until he gave up, but we stopped running about two blocks away just to be safe.

“So much for not getting caught,” I wheezed.

I was on the track team, but my lungs weren’t too good. I guess it's from all the smoking I do.

“Shut your trap, Pony!” Dally snapped. He looked all sour. “No one’s getting a weed now. We came here for nothin!”

Maybe Dally was right. I started to get all glum.

Then, Johnny pulled the bouncy ball I was eyeing out of his jeans pocket. I let out a surprised laugh. I couldn’t believe it! We were getting chased by the store owner and Johnny somehow swiped the ball in the process. He dropped it into my palm. I turned the ball over in my hands and smiled. The rubber shined in the sunlight. I bounced it up and down and laughed again.

“Thanks Johnny. You’re a real buddy,” I smiled, and put my arm around him.

“Yeah … no problem,” Johnny stuttered. A little blush creeped up on the back of his neck.

We walked back, and I bounced the ball the entire way home.

[thescarletnargacuga]

I REALLY want to a showtime fic where Pomni and Caine are overly sweet and corny with eachother and it sickens Jax so much that he devises a plan to try to break them up

Ps I turn 17 today! :3

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! This has Lion King 1 1/2 vibes lol

OPERATION BREAKUP

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: cartoon slapstick

~~~

Caine and Pomni flew through the carnival grounds arm in arm. She held a large plush from a game and he fed her some of his cotton candy. They were spending the whole day together having fun with games and rides and digital junk food. They talked and laughed and we're having the best time completely lost in each other. So much so that they didn't see the two members of the circus spaying on them

"Ugh, what a disgusting display." Jax steered from behind a hotdog stand.

"You mean because they finally found each other like two soulmates across the digital threshold by the bonds of true love?" Kinger answered as he clasped his hands together in a swoon. He was genuinely happy for Caine and Pomni, their relationship was so endearing. "Kind of reminds me of me and-"

Jax almost threw up in his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah nobody cares. Let's break up this party."

"Really? Why?"

"Because it would be funny. Plus, their constant goo-goo eyes at one another is making me lose what little appetite I have in this world. It's annoying." Jax rubbed his chin in contemplation of what to use for this little operation.

"Or....we could mind our own business?" Kinger suggested softly.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jax's grin took up the entire lower half of his face.

Kinger paused, then shrugged. "Got me there. What do we do?"

"Follow my lead."

~

Jax's first attempt is dumping an entire barrel of blue raspberry slush on the couple as they pass under the awning of a game tent. He and Kinger balance it precariously at the top, only to lose it a moment too early and slush splashes down right in front of the targets.

Pomni is too stunned over the sudden appearance of the down pour to think about looking up. Caine picks Pomni up and floats her over the slushy mess.

"My hero." She giggles as he puts her back down, beaming with pride. Caine had to have been the one to do that to give him an excuse to carry her, she rationalized.

Jax grunted and climbed down for his next idea

~

Caine and Pomni took a break on a bench, enjoying the ambiance of the carnival. Caine had his arm over the back of the bench, Pomni leaning into him.

Jax had two bouncy ball yo-yos. If he could get them to bounce right, he'd hit them both in the head. The yo-yos wrap around whatever they touch. Knowing Kinger wouldn't be able to pull this off, Jax swung and released both yo-yos himself at the same time.

However, this was a mistake. The yo-yo balls collided and bounced wildly. One came right back at Jax and knocked him in the teeth. It wrapped around his head and ears as he fell backwards to the ground.

The other bouncing yo-yo zipped over Caine's head and tangled it's string between a digital tree and a tent pole. The extra long string kept going in a spiderweb-like pattern until it made a heart in the center. The couple didn't even notice it this time, dreamily gazing into each other's eyes.

"Aw, that's so romantic." Kinger swooned.

Jax growled from behind the string wrapped around his face.

~

Jax tried something more direct. He got a handful of darts from a balloon popping game and threw one at Pomni as she and Caine were getting on the ferris wheel.

It stuck Pomni in the hand. "Ow!"

Caine plucked the dart from the back of her hand and kissed it. "Sorry about that. These collision physics make assets do the weirdest things." He flings the dart back where it came from and continues to hold her hand as he helps her step into the ferris wheel gondola.

Jax was hit in the ear. He started to scream but Kinger covered his mouth to keep him from being heard.

~

Jax wasn't messing around anymore. He got an animal crate full of gloinks and pointed at the farris wheel. "Tear that thing apart!"

Kinger figured with his hands. "Uh...Jax, I don't think messing with those things is a good idea." He slid back behind a concession counter.

"These things love to destroy stuff. This'll work." He unlocked the crate.

"They don't destroy things, they-"

The gloinks rolled out of the crate and looked around until they saw Jax. Then started after him. "Woah, what are they- hey! No! Not me, you dumb shapes!!" Jax ran as half a dozen gloinks pursued.

"They collect things, like people..." Kinger finished quietly as he hid from the gloinks.

~

Jax eventually got away from the gloinks, angrier than ever. "Screw all of this. I'll tear down that ferris wheel myself." He stormed into the tent with a sign out in front that said: FIREWORKS.

Kinger stayed out of it this time. He was comfortable in his hiding spot and watched the couple going around on the ferris wheel.

Jax shuffled around the big boxes of colorfully labeled explosives, looking for the biggest ones. He found what he was after. One firework in particular was as tall as him and twice as thick. It looked like an actual rocket. Jax chuckled to himself, "Perfect."

He tried leaning it over to aim it at the ferris wheel, but it was much heavier than he anticipated. It fell and pinned him to a stacks of boxes. "Crap! Errgh!" His struggle knocked over a smaller box labeled MATCHES. The box spilled open and several matches struck. One of them caught the fuse of the giant firework.

Jax's ears went straight up as he heard the fizz of the fuse. He struggled harder to get free, knocking over even more boxes and spilling fireworks everywhere.

Kinger heard the fireworks before he saw them. Small bottle rockets and Roman candles sparked and flew out of the tent. In a rush of fire and smoke, the entire tent took off from the ground. Kinger could just faintly hear Jax screaming over the whistling of the fireworks as the tent spiraled into the air.

At its peak, the tent exploded in a massive grand finale show of fireworks. Caine held Pomni close as they oo'd and awed at the unexpected show.

In the colorful chaos, no one saw the charred black figure falling out of the sky in a trail of smoke. Jax crashed through the top of the concession tent Kinger was hiding in and fell right next to him with a heavy thud.

~

Jax sat up, the tip of one of his ears still on fire. "Well, that worked like a dream."

"It did?"

Jax gave Kinger a look. "Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it? Look at them! She's giving him those eyes." Jax groaned.

Pomni and Caine were leaning into one another as they were stopped at the top of the ferris wheel.

"He's smiling that smile." Kinger said happily.

"They're laughing and hugging and- eugh..." Jax's tone became increasingly disgusted. "Fine. I give up. I'm going to go throw myself in the digital lake."

"ooh! Can I join you?" Kinger asked eagerly.

[simpingladyforyourmom]

Horny

You and ony are in bed relaxing as you put on of your legs up and you know start bouncing your ass as you must have forgotten that you have a horny ass boyfriend that will fuck you ever change he gets....

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now here you getting the life pounded out of you by you lovely bf ony he fucking you so good with his every thrust into your pussy as his hard 11-inch cock keeps hitting your womb

"Oh fuck baby I love your tight ass pussy and that bouncy ass" he says as he grabs ahold of your hips as he starts going harder and faster

you just moan and groan as you can't say anything as you are lost to the pleasure that ony is giving you

Ony keeps fucking you as he can't stop now as you feel his hard thick cock going deeper and harder into you making your moans come out even more

as you feel his balls smack against your ass and you feel his cock head going through your cervix and into your womb

"fuck ony yes! right there!" You say as he keeps hitting your g-spot "your such a good girl for me, taking my cock

you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach "ooh f-fuck! I'm going to cum!!"

"Do it, Cum all over my dick! let everyone hear you scream for me ma!" Ony says as he rubs you clit

"OH ONY!! FUCCK!" you scream as you squirt all over his cock and bed

Ony keeps pounding your pussy as he is no where near cumming

as overstimulation starts to kick in and you try to run from ony brutal pounding as ony stops and flips you over

"Where are you going ma? We are not done yet" he says as he grabs hold of your legs and spreads them as you get ready for another round with ony

As ony slams back into you again you can feel yourself already at your limit

"F-Fuck Ony!" You say as you moan

"You like that? You like your boy fucking your tight pussy" Ony says as he slaps your tits making them bounce around

as he leans down and bites and sucks on your nipples, leaving hickeys all over

as you feel your second orgasm coming on

"I-Im close! Can I cum ony"

"Yes baby you can cum, cum all over my cock and make a mess"

"ONY!!" you scream as you cum on his cock again

as you feel his speed increase as his balls slap against your ass and his cockhead keeps hitting your cervix

and the overstimulation starts to make it's self known again

"Fuck ony!! you are gonna break my pussy!" You yell as your moans start to overpower your speech

"good, let it be known that your pussy is only good for me"

"Oh shit baby!"

"What's wrong baby? Your pussy is starting to feel like it's going to break!" Ony says as he chuckles as he is not wrong

"I-IM GONNA CUM ONY!!"

"Good baby do it cum all over my cock. Make a another mess baby."

"ONY!!"

as this is your third orgasm of the night and ony still going and your fucked out so all you can do is lays there and take it as your eyes are rolled back

and ony is having way to much fun with this as he pulls out a vibrators and puts it on your overstimulated clit as you squirm and moan from the overstimulation and the vibrator

as ony slaps your clit "you like that ma? Do you want to cum again?"

"N-no i can't take any more"

"Aw come one you can do it. just one more time" Ony says as he turns on the vibrator to the highest setting and slams back into your pussy as you moan

"OH FUCK ONY!!"

as you cum for the forth time and ony is no where close to cumming

Ony stops and goes to his dresser and grabs something

"What are you doing" you say as your breathing is heavy

"Getting a bigger toy for you, you said you couldn't take any more but I know you can"

"NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN!!"

"You wanted this so you are going to get it"

as he gets out a 12-inch dildo

"Please not again" you say

"I'll give you a choice, I can either use the dildo or i can fuck you till the sun comes up"

"T-The dildo"

"Alright then"

as ony starts to tease your overstimulated clit , then shoves the dildo into your abused pussy

"Oh fuck!" You scream as ony turns on the vibrator that is in the dildo as you can feel the vibrations in your whole body

"How is it, is it better than me?"

"No it's not you, nothing is better than you."

"Aw come on ma you can do better than that" as ony says while turning up the vibrations

"I can't take anymore!"

"What did you say?" Ony says as takes out the dildo and slams his cock back into your abused pussy

"ONY!!"

as he starts pounding you again but this time he is fucking you so rough

as ony starts slapping your tits again, making you moan and scream as tears are falling down your face

"I-I'm gonna cum"

"Go ahead and cum ma"

as you cum for the fifth time, as ony keeps pounding into you

"ONY!!! FUCK!! PLEASE IM DONE!!" You yell as overstimulation starts kicking in again

"Nope"

"W-What?"

"You didn't say the magic word"

"What is it?"

"Beg, beg for me"

"please ony i can't take any more. i need you to stop"

"Say the magic word"

"Please"

"No the other one"

"Please Master!"

"Good girl"

Ony takes the vibrator and the dildo and throws it across the room and starts fucking you even harder and faster

"ONY!!!!" You scream

"Who owns your pussy"

"You do"

"What was that?"

"You own my pussy"

"That's right i do. This pussy belongs to me. And only me"

as ony slaps your clit making the overstimulation worse

"IM GONNA CUM!!!" You say as your eyes roll back

"Do it ma. Cum on my dick, and don't waste a drop"

"ONY!!!!" You cum for the sixth time as ony follows suit and shoots his load deep inside your pussy

as ony collapses on you and you are both trying to catch your breaths

"You okay" ony says

"Yeah I'm fine"

as ony kisses you and starts to pull out

"No wait"

"What"

"Just stay here for a bit"

"Okay"

As ony pulls you into his chest and pulls the covers over the two of you

"Love you ma"

"Love you too"

As the two of you fall asleep, not caring about the mess you made

End

[dullgecko]

Back on the graveyard bullshit, couldn't last a day with this thought that has been bouncing in my head like those super bouncy balls.

I can't get the thought of an old Fabian visiting the Riz’s statue. (Maybe with one of his (potential) warlocks observing)

(This is your fault)

It was mostly kids who visited the statue in the late afternoons but they were aware there were a couple other people who came by occasionally. It was an unwritten rule that you had to leave and give them space when they came, mostly because the goblins responses would get shorter and more annoyed looking if you didn't.

You were usually able to spot them coming before they got close, giving you time to pack up and get out of the way before they arrived. Today it looked like it was the elderly half elfs turn, he was certainly old but he still had a build to him that gave away years of intense training. The pair of students sitting at the base of the monument packing up their things and moving to another spot in the cemetery to wait for him to finish his visit.

Fabian paused and leaned on the polished headstone for a moment once he finally reached it. A large coffee carefully placed next to one of the statues hands before he crouched and started looking for the hidden switch on one side. The half elf pushing aside a coffee cup and old jacket that had been hidden inside the monument when he managed to get it open in order to grab one of the dozen or so scrolls hidden at the back. The coffee had vanished by the time he stood back up after closing the hatch.

"Oh good you're there. I was worried you might be out." Fabian flicked a leaf off the top of the statues head before he unsheathed his sword, burying it point down halfway up the blade in the soft dirt in front of the monument. "Give that to one of your kids."

The half elf stretched, looking around the cemetery and noticing the two students still watching from a ways away. There was no one else around and he was sure Riz wouldn't mind being spotted by a couple of 'his' students so he unfurled the scroll clutched in his hand. Ripping it in half to activate the spell Adaine had inscribed on it before they were locked away inside the monument for safe keeping.

There was a burst of light, arcane and celestial sigils overlapping in the air for a moment before a very surprised goblin landed in a crouch on the grass. His eyes wide as he reached for the arcubus holstered against his front while scanning for whoever was attacking them. He relaxed after a moment, weapon getting reholstered as he stood up out of his defensive crouch.

"Fabian what the fuck." He gave the half elf an exasperated look, turning to face him once he was sure they were safe. "You can't just summon me for no reason i only have a half hour time limit. Those are specifically for life or death situations."

Fabian just laughed, wandering over to his own statue and carefully sitting down on the grass at the base. Waving Riz over to sit with him once he was mostly comfortable.

"Oh I'd say this counts, technically." Fabian sighed, grabbing Riz by the wrist and pulling him into his lap when he got close.

Riz let himself get pulled down and shuffled around until his back was against Fabians chest, face bearing a puzzled expression for a few more seconds before it clicked. "OH... shouldn't you be at home? Or at the hospital."

"Tsh, gods no. They kept giving me pitying looks and asking if I was comfortable." The half elf pressed a kiss to the top of his captives head, shutting his eyes and giving a content sigh. "A hospital is no place for a Seacaster to clock out. At least this way I can say I died grappling a celestial in a graveyard without lying."

Riz snorted at that, settling in and holding one of Fabians hands in his lap. Stretching his wings out so they flopped at an awkward angle over the half-elfs arms as he fiddled with the hand nervously.

"Should I..... be doing something? I mean, didn't really plan for you to go out from old age. Kind of figured you'd get in a big fight with someone and i'd have to go hunt down your remains after the fact."

"Well don't go blocking everyones memories and run off doing reckless shit until you get yourself killed, that would be bad."

"Oh come on I did that once."

"And I get to use it as ammunition until something finally wipes out the universe."

"I mean right now. Is there something I should be doing right now? It feels weird just... sitting here like I'm waiting for a timer to run out."

"I mean, you can stab me if you like but I'd have to let go first." Fabian sounded tired, muttering the sentence into the top of Riz's head.

"No I meant like... should I call Adaine?"

"No. Do not. I was getting annoyed by all the pitying looks and hers would be the worst. Just put me in the chamber under the statue when i'm gone and i'll see her at the next meetup at Figs." The half elf gave Riz a squeeze when he made a concerned noise. "I'll apologise to her later.... you could talk to me though. Tell me about.... them"

Fabian gestured vaguely in the direction he knew the students were hiding, they definitely weren't rogues that was for sure. Riz glancing in that direction and thinking for a moment before nodding and settling in to talk.

"Oh those two? The girl is a bard in the dance classes, she's pretty good. She didn't come here initially to study she was researching you for a paper, she still has one of your old photos on her binder.... I think she thinks you were handsome."

Fabian snorted at that, lifting his head to look at her before plopping it back down onto Riz's. "Good. Make sure she gets the sword then."

The students were still watching, a little shellshocked by the fact that the statue was of an actual celestial and not daring to move in case they interupted them. They continued talking like that for a while, nearly twenty minutes passing until the goblin stopped and wiggled his way free of the half elfs grasp. A hand checking his pulse for a moment before he pressed a kiss to the top of their head, held onto their shoulder, and disappeared with them for a breif moment.

Only the angel returned alone a full minute later, wandering over to his own statue to wrench the sword out of the ground. Wiping the blade clean before he turned to scan the cemetery until he spotted his audience and gestured for them to come closer. When they did he flipped the sword around so that he was holding it by the blade, offering the hilt to the bard and smiling when she tentativly took it from him.

"Fabian wanted you to have it. You should thank him later... but give him a few days." Riz glanced down at his watch, giving the two kids a fond wave as it started beeping and he disappeared in the same flash of light that he'd first appeared in exactly thirty minutes beforehand.