#by virtue of having a flip phone

[motleyfam]

RIP Darrel Curtis you would have loved installing tracking software on the gang’s phones

[rin-may-1103]

Just a Bite (part two)

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Danny slid into the taxi and closed the door, not even a second later did the man merge into traffic. Sneaking a glance at the driver, who somehow looked even worse than Danny did when he hadn't slept in four days, Danny slowly peeled off the sticky note from the seat.

glancing down, he found Clockwork's familiar handwriting. (which he would like to add, shouldn't be as familiar as it is, but then again, he shouldn't be having tea time with him either.)

Do what you think is right, only then does your future look bright.

well, alright then. does that mean Danny should jump out the moving car? because he didn't think walking into some poor rich dude's house and forcing his company on the family was the right thing to do. He thought it was the most convenient at the moment, sure, but not the right one.

flipping the note over, Danny found more writing;

Do not jump out of the car, you've already come this far. Patience will be a virtue. This is worth the persue. Do not worry, there is no hurry.

"what the hell, Clockwork?" Danny quietly hissed, glaring off to the side and out the window. "You become friends with Ghostwriter or something? and what do you mean don't worry? I'm literally running from the government. if nothing else, that's probably the one thing I need to worry about."

Another sticky note poped up, this time stuck to the back of the driver's seat. Glancing up, Danny waited a second for the driver to be distracted before reaching out and snatching the note.

the only thing on it was a very shitty smily face.

what the fuck.

"this isn't funny, clocky!" Danny hissed again, glancing up to make sure the driver hadn't heard him. "mom and dad literally have my ecto signature, they only need a single hint of which direction to go before it becomes all too easy to find me again."

closing his eyes, Danny took a deep breath.

holding it for a second, then exhaling. Alright. Fine, if Clockwork isn't worried or against this, then there's no reason not to do this. (well besides the obvious one; it's rude to walk into someone's house uninvited and whatnot.)

"fine, but I'm only staying long enough to snag some food and then I'm gone, got it?" Danny grumbled, glaring at his reflection in the window. he didn't receive another note, so he leaned back and watched as the city passed. Slowly buildings spread out, and green lawns turned into green fields.

staring down at the smiley face, Danny shook his head, carefully he pulled out his phone and removed the case. shoving the sticky note inside, Danny put the case back on and put his phone in his pocket. it was dead, so he couldn't do anything else with it so might as well make it useful. who knows when Danny might need that little bit of ectoplasm.

A few minutes later, the taxi slowed to a stop next to a black gate and rolled down the window. "taxi 'ere, Mr. Wayne already paid me."

"I see," a strongly British voice echoed from the box, "come in." The gate beeped a second later and swung open, allowing the taxi to drive through. Danny glanced around the front 'yard' as they approached the looming building. Nicely trimmed green grass fields as far as the eyes could see, trees lining where Danny had to assume were the property lines.

somehow it was completely different from Vlad's front yard, yet still, Danny could only describe them as the same. Green, full of flowers and sculpted bushes and outlandishly garish paveways for their rich front doors. If Danny squinted he could swear there were butterflies happily fluttering around the sides of the building.

and Danny uses the word building here because that was not a house.

No, no. That building wasn't even a mansion like Sam's house. nor was it a castle, like Vlad's. It was an old building of amalgamated eras and themes. Danny was so annoyed his phone was dead right now, Sam would have lost her mind if she could see what he was. Are those eighteenth-century dormers right next to a twentieth-century skylight???

you know what? Mr. Wayne deserves to have all of his food eaten right in front of him. Who in their right mind would allow their home to look like that? And in the twenty-first century no less!

The taxi pulled to a stop; and Danny, lost in his Sam-induced horror, automatically pushed the car door open, stumbled his way out, closed the door, and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to stare up at the roof.

Taxi man sniffed and then drove off, his jaw cracking yawn echoing in the back of Danny's mind.

"Master Tim?" the British voice from earlier echoed out from the now-opened door. Danny's gaze dropped from the roof and down to the older man now walking toward him. the man hadn't looked up from his newspaper, still reading a paragraph as he stopped in front of Danny.

blinking, Danny glanced down at the paper. he might as well see what had the man's attention so thoroughly. Another article about Damian Wayne and the schoolyard incident.

Danny snorted, he remembered reading about that one. Someone had thrown away their copy and Danny had been bored. let's just say Danny was thoroughly entertained. he even had thoughts about how the kid had managed to sneak in a small dagger with how tight the school's security claimed to be.

"it had to be his belt, I just know it," Danny whispered, leaning a little more to try and see what the new article revealed.

"yes, yes. young master Damian snuck his dagger to school, no need for you to tell me how for the seventh time. Now, then." the butler, folded the paper and put it in his back pocket, and then, again without looking, gently grabbed Danny's arm and guided him toward the door.

"master bruce has been worried about your lack of sleep, you will go to your room and take a nap or you will not be allowed to share in your siblings' desert at diner tonight." the British man sternly continued, closing the front door behind them.

Danny blinked at him, then at the large foyer in front of them. he was so glad Vlad hadn't splurged on aesthetics like this family obviously had. Was that a crystal chandelier?

The British man, Danny was going to call him Gramps now, guided Danny to the stairs and then promptly let him go so he could rush off to find the source of a loud crash, but not without telling Danny (master Tim) to get some rest.

Glancing up at the grand stairs (covered in an obscene amount of glitter) and finding a large golden framed painting of the ocean with a for sale sign next to it, Danny made up his mind.

Mr. Wayne was a multi-billionaire, who allowed his ancient family home to be butchered. If he wasn't going to respect his home when Danny didn't even have one anymore?

Then Danny was going to honor Sam; The person who had dragged him into this hellish life of interior and exterior design (as well as the half'a life coincidently). And how was he going to do this, you ask? well what else, then do the very thing she's dedicated her time to?

Eating the rich.

Or in this case; their food.

and well, what was a ghost supposed to do when welcomed into an ancient home with ungrateful residences? Not haunt them?

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

CASUAL

is it casual? is it casual now?

chapter two and a half

NSFW. MINORS DNI.

tim drake x reader

series inspired by Casual by Chappell Roan

readers can expect: sexual acts (in a car) such as fingering, cunnilingus, sex in both cowgirl and missionary positions, cream pie, reader is on birth control, sort of edging, a bit of taunting in the dirty talk, use of 'sweetheart,' a repeat panty thief, tim mysteriously knowing where reader lives, blurry relationship lines. duh. happy reading!

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it’s almost a week later when…

your phone buzzes loudly on the bed from where you tossed it earlier.

“what the-”

incoming caller: drake

your clock reads 11:27 pm. you don’t pick up.

you have a test tomorrow. you have a pimple coming in on your cheek. you’re in your pajamas, for christ’s sake. no. you don’t pick up. 

and it’s not the first call of his you’ve ignored this week either. your phone log is littered with his name in a bright, angry red. you’ve been so strong. 

your phone buzzes again, just once this time. 

“come out.” 

….

what? 

you don’t remember ever giving tim your address. 

a peek out your window proves his presence, his sleek black car looming on the street outside of your house. it’s been a quiet night, your neighborhood soundtracked by the whirr of insects and the occasional car driving by. you let the curtain fall back into place, your feet doing a nervous shuffle as your brain moves 1,000 miles a minute. 

is he going to stay there until you come out? is he here to apologize, confess his undying love and devotion to you? you huff out a bitter laugh. fat chance. you’re not together.. but he figured out where you live? 

and he’s here. he showed up. at practically midnight, to….? to what? see you? 

he…wants to see you?

unfortunately that’s all it takes for you to shuffle into a pair of flip flops and head outside. 

“took you long enough.” his tone is dry, the glint in his eyes setting off a chill that travels up the length of your spine and back down several times over. 

he’s upset. 

“patience is a virtue, drake.” you squeeze out your reply, tucking your hands under your thighs. you squint out into the night, through the pristine windshield. settling back into the lush leather seat just reminds you again who you’re dealing with. 

“since when have i ever cared about virtue, sweetheart?” his finger finds your chin, nudging you over so you face him. his eyes are all over you, hungry. you laugh under your breath, rolling your eyes. what the fuck, right? 

“that’s right.” he replies, at your non-answer.

his lips are on yours, his arm is around your waist, he’s pulling you into the center console, pulling you closer to him. you kiss him back, a wave of anger and burning want cresting deep inside of you. you’re not together but he’s kissing you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. you bite his bottom lip, relishing the way he feels between your teeth. he moans into your mouth and your heartbeat pounds in your ears. what even is this for him? fun? a fuck and run? 

you run your fingers through the thick locks of his hair, pulling as his tongue swipes your clit again. he lifts his head to look at you as your legs jerk, waves of pleasure racking your body. 

“still mad, sweetheart?” the cocky smile he’s wearing makes you want to scream. you use your hands in his hair to pull him back down, trying to shut him up. tim works quickly, pulling you close to the edge, so so close, just to lean back again. he kisses the inside of your thighs, tender and sweet, but smiling at your frustrated groans. 

“drake.” 

“not convincing enough…you don’t seem like you want it that bad.” 

“tim,” you say, through gritted teeth. you’re so over his shit.

“hmm…” he teases your entrance with the pad of his middle finger. 

“timothy.” 

“that’s more like it.” he slides it in, pumping it once, twice, before adding his ring finger and curling them inside of you. 

you can’t reply, too focused on the way he’s slowly easing the burning ache between your legs into something bigger, something hotter. coaxing the flame into an inferno as pleasure has you arching your back and digging your nails into his bicep.

he releases the breath he was holding once he’s fully seated inside of you. 

you’re connected like a pair of puzzle pieces. his hand finds your hair, wrapping the length around his fist. he thrusts once, slowly, before almost pulling all the way back out. you whimper, hooking your heels behind his back. he pinches one of your thighs, making you squirm. 

he thrusts in again, hard, his hips slamming into yours. you moan out loud, completely involuntarily. the glint in his eyes is back, but you barely get a glimpse before he’s throwing his head back, groaning through his teeth. 

“made me wait, so, so long-” he cuts himself with a groan.

“it’s been a week, drake.” your reply is punctuated with his hand on your tit, squeezing, hard. 

“what, sweetheart?” he bites out, his facial features harsh in the low light.

“i-, tim,” your brows are knitted together in confusion, a frustrating swirl of emotions flooding your body. pleasure, hurt, frustration, want, need.

 his pace has slowed, and he’s bent low, right in your face. you lean forward, trying to kiss him, but he only lets you get so close before he’s pulling away. 

just out of reach. his pace picks up again and the friction has you sobbing, your toes curling as he teases your clit. his gaze is burning into yours, the pleasure building, growing, deep inside of you, threatening to take you all the way, push you over the edge, and you’re there, you’re—

tim stops, pulling all the way out. he shifts, his thighs spread as he leans back against the seats. he looks over at you. 

“you wanna take over for me?” except it’s not really a question. 

his eyes are unreadable. he’s acting nonchalant but you can feel the need rolling off of him in waves. 

you nod, your eyebrows furrowed. he’s being so weird. he shoots you a little half smile, using his thumb to smooth out the dents on between your brows. 

you’re straddling him, slowly easing down. tim’s hands are running up and down your thighs, his touch familiar. 

this is the first time he’s ever said anything about you on top. 

you in control. 

he’s already moved the front seats forward, so you have plenty of room.  

you move your hips, hesitant. tim moves further down, leaning back more. watching.

you find a rhythm that works for you, hits all the right spots. you’re gasping out, your hands roaming tim’s shoulders and neck as his sit on your waist.

his eyes are on you, obviously engrossed in your actions. he’s nodding, giving you his approval. the look in his eyes is almost..proud. little sounds escape from behind his gritted teeth, his fingers squeezing into the meat of your hips. you want to package them up and save them for later.

you’ve never seen him let go like this before. he is one for control, always. obviously in his every day life, and as you’ve learned, especially in bed.

he’s learned how your body reacts. pulling you accordingly, as if on a rope, hand over hand, to a precipice.​ to the finish line.

just to keep you away from it.

because he can.

tim’s so attentive, so sharp, so alert. never misses a thing. that’s why he’s not surprised when you stop, breathing hard. your hands cover your face. tim wants you on top and you can’t even deliver. but your core aches from working for your pleasure, your body growing weak from the repetition. 

“tim, i can’t-” you barely pant out the words before his hips are finishing the work yours couldn’t. your arms go around his neck while his fall into place easily. one looped around your back, the other gripping at your ass as he thrusts into you relentlessly. he gives it a slap, one that stings, sending a spark up your spine. 

“i got you, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear, dark and breathy. “always so worried, huh?” 

you can hear the smug smile in his voice. he’s just showing off now, running his mouth and doing all the work.

“..so worried i won’t let you finish.” 

he leans you away from him, watching the way your tits bounce with heavy-lidded eyes. his thumb finds your clit easily, getting you back towards the edge he had pulled you away from so abruptly. you shudder and fall apart in his arms, tim pulling you close again to thrust until he’s finished too. he inhales harshly, once, before groaning loudly, his arms tight around your torso. his release fills you, burning hot as it mixes with your own. 

“needed that,” he grunts out. “..needed you.” 

you thread your hands through his messy hair, smiling down at him. he smiles back, it's small, barely a stretch of the lips, but he looks content. satisfied.

you giggle, shoving him off. “drake, i have a test in the morning!”

“so?” he pulls you back towards him, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck. 

“so, i’d like to pass it?”

“i can make a couple of calls.” his thumb bumps your clit, and it’s so, so sensitive, but you force yourself to ignore it. 

“wha-? timothy.” you extract yourself again, and he lets you this time. his lip is pouty, the swell of it just heightening the effect. you level a look at him, and he runs a hand through his hair, nodding. 

“okay, okay, fine, whatever. go.” 

you grab your flip flops, try to smooth your hair down. 

you stumble out of the car, his words following you:

“and sweetheart?” 

you turn, holding your breath. his cheeks are pink, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

“pick up when i call you.” 

you make it back inside, closing your bedroom door and leaning back against it. you clench your thighs together, the warmth between your legs threatening to drip down, down, down. 

you realize: you’re not wearing any underwear. 

fuck, drake, again?

god, you’d been so strong.

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tim drake's fan club:

(taglist)

@dfgcbgdc @benditlikegumby93 @agent-nobody-knows @jaybunsblog @astermos-74 @ravenna-reid @borutoistrash1-blog @slut4animedilfs @nuggget-consumer-9000 @turtleturtleturtleturtleneck @hellishattempt @trashhighwaybird @sergeant-angels-trashcan @lilithskywalker @natsukicookies

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[strawberry-seal77]

Hello pokemon horizons fandom!! Today I bring you: Coral Being Confidently Wrong (with sound effects!)

As always, more thoughts under the cut.

Time Spent: 2.5 hours

This was QUITE fun!! Done really fast compared to a similarly timed storyboard (which took 8 hours) due to the uncolored nature and slower pace!! I had less overall frames to draw, and longer times for each frame (since I wasn't squishing a ton of actions into a fast-paced song FBDJHSB)

Got the idea from a conversation with the AWESOME @cowcowwow (hi!! hehe) who said that MAYHAPS the reason Coral doesn't swear in the main series is, rather than Horizons not allowing it, she simply Doesn't Know Swear Words (by virtue of the rest of the explorers being Very Careful with their words. She would be too powerful otherwise)

Which then evolved into her thinking the fake swears (flip, crap, darn) are the REAL ones !

In terms of process, I thumbnailed it out first, then did the actual boards (starting with each shot's main pose, and working from there), and I made the scene + caption part afterwards by expanding the canvas !!

It got forced to 16:9 by my editing software (SAD!!!) but oh well, I'll be putting it on youtube anyways FBDSJHBF

ALSO!! I'm very proud of this smear frame!

And the tinies are QUITE cute. I love you tinies!!!

Rotom's expressions were also VERY fun to do !! I love that even the phones are livin little guys that can be scared when they fall. Rest in peace Roy, you did not have good pockets 😔

also LOOK at Glalie's face. this is the expression of a pokemon who trusts its trainer DEARLY!! (which I do think is a cool thing with Coral and Glalie!! They have LOTS of trust and care <3)

Overall, im getting more comfortable with storyboarding! YIPPEE!

[devilat-thedoor]

happy…..manic monday?😈

sinful jake thoughts, anyone?

he won’t put the guitar down. he won’t pay you any attention despite the way you’ve been lingering in his vicinity. you tried to coax his focus elsewhere; traipsing around in your tiny shorts and tank top. “Jakey….can you take a break for a bit?” you came up behind him, walking your fingers along his shoulders and down his chest, bending to place a soft kiss to his neck.

he pulled his hand from the strings, fitting the pick between his lips, and removed your hands from his body. when he took the pick out of his mouth, he looked over his shoulder at you, “sweetheart, i’m in deep here… go read a book or watch a movie for a little bit.”

you stomped your foot, ready to throw a tantrum, as you moved to stand in front of him. “you’ve been at this all day, Jake! i don’t wanna watch tv anymore, i wanna spend time with my fucking boyfriend!” you glared at him, hoping he’d get the hint.

“don’t be a fucking brat… i’ll give you all the attention you want when i’m finished.” he began strumming the strings again, effectively silencing you and ending the conversation. you breathed out a scoff and turned on your heel, stalking out of the room. Jake paid you no mind, his fingers steadily dancing along the frets as he picked out a haunting melody, only looking up to shake his head when he heard the bedroom door slam shut. “fucking pouty little crybaby…” he mumbled to himself with a chuckle. it didn’t take long for him to get lost in his music again, nothing on his mind other than the series of chords he was putting together…until his phone vibrated in his pocket with a text message. he placed the guitar on the floor, leaning it against his chair, to dig his cell out. “jesus christ…” his mouth hung open at the photo he’d received from you. you were laying across the bed, wearing nothing but one of his tshirts pulled up above your breasts to reveal your naked body to him. the simple text that accompanied the picture, keep playing your guitar, i’ll play by myself. he couldn’t deny the way his cock started to twitch in his jeans, but he remained composed as he typed out a response. before he had the chance to hit send, another message came through from you. a video this time. when he clicked play, he didn’t even give it five seconds before he locked his phone and stood up, bounding through the house. you could hear his footsteps nearing the bedroom, “alright, sweetheart… you got my atten- what the hell?” to his surprise the door was locked. he listened to the sounds of your soft moans through the barrier before knocking impatiently. “okay, very fucking funny. open the door, babe.”

you giggled, calling back to him, “i can’t open the door right now, baby…..i’m in deep here…” your fingers were swirling over your clit for a moment before you dipped them inside of yourself with a drawn out whine.

Jake was still knocking incessantly, “Y/N, you made your point… baby, open the door. please…” you gave in when he began jiggling the door handle and got up to flip the lock. the second he heard the click, he flung the door open and rushed at you. he scooped you up and dropped you to the bed as you squealed. “you think you’re real clever, don’t you?” he straightened up to remove his shirt before moving on to unbutton his jeans.

staring up at him, you chewed on your lip with a smirk, “i got your attention, Jake…..so yeah…. i’d say i’m pretty clever.” you slowly parted your legs, watching his gaze travel from your face to your heat.

once his jeans were off, he kneeled on the bed, settling between your legs. he started running his hands up your thighs, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. “i’d wipe that smirk off your face, sweetheart……because you’re right….” his thumbs landed on either side of pussy, spreading it open to reveal your wetness, before he began tracing light patterns over your clit, “…..you do have my attention….. but i think you’ll come to learn that patience is a virtue, love….” when his sentence concluded, his thumb moved faster.

you were writhing on the mattress, moaning out for jake to keep going while his other hand slipped down to push a finger into you. “fuck, baby…. that’s so good.” when he felt you begin to clench, he removed his finger and let his thumb slow on your clit, causing you to pick your head up, “Jake, what the fuck?” you whimpered at the loss of contact, “why’d you stop?”

“patience, sweetheart.” Jake resumed his torturous swirls, smiling to himself at how easily you melted into his touch. “do you enjoy being a brat?…..” he added two fingers this time, curling them against your gspot.

moans and whines poured from your lips but when you didn’t answer his question, he started to slow again. “Jake, please….” you pleaded for him to keep going.

he stilled his finger inside of you, “answer me… do you enjoy being a brat? throwing tantrums when you don’t get your way?” his eyes locked with yours and you shook your head as you rocked your hips against his hand. his thumb stopped completely then, “don’t lie to me, Y/N. if you wanna cum, you gotta be honest.”

you were shaking your head frantically now, “okay! alright…..fine.” your breathing was becoming heavier as you chased a release. “i won’t lie, just- baby, please don’t stop again…” desperation seeped from your voice and it made him smirk with satisfaction.

he was putting all of his focus on the sensitive bundle, but his fingers remained motionless in your cunt. “say it…..i wanna hear you admit it.”

“Jake-”

“Aht… say it, sweetheart.”

you tried to hold your ground but it was bordering the line of overstimulation and your head was starting to spin. “fuck- okay, i- jesus!” he was finger fucking you before you could get the words out, but he still expected the admission and that much was clear by the way he cocked an eyebrow at you. “j- i…..i like being a brat, okay?” the words came rushed as you fought for a breath through your impending orgasm and jake started to move his fingers with a little more intensity, “i th- shit… i throw tantrums…..i do it because- because i know….it gets under your skin…”

“good girl.” he smiled wide and proud as your eyes rolled back and immediately lowered his mouth to your pussy, rolling his tongue over your clit. it was mere moments before you had your fingers twisting through his hair and you were grinding into his face. “come on, sweetheart. you can let it go now.” with one final push of his fingers and few flicks of his tongue, you were completely coming undone, calling out his name with a shaky voice and trembling body.

your grip loosened on his hair and you let your nails scratch at his scalp as he hummed against you, bringing you back to earth from your climax. “fucking hell, Jake…” as your breathing finally evened out, you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face when he looked up from between your thighs. “i know you said something about patience……but i don’t think i learned anything, baby.”

he met you with a challenging glare, “no? you didn’t learn?” Jake began crawling up your body, kissing his way up your torso as he stroked himself. when his face was inches above yours, he placed a single kiss to your lips before his own smirk grew wider. “maybe you’re a hands on learner, sweetheart….”

to be continued…..maybe?

tagging my babes that i think will appreciate this the most🩵

@ignite-my-fire @stardustvanfleet @jakesguitarsolo

[sugarplumkneecaps]

Sips of Solace & Soft Spines

Shadow & Sonic Slow Burn

C/W: none

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 (HERE) | Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Sense of Normalcy

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ☆。。☆。✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The blows exchanged between the two were explosive. Taking turns between throwing punches and blocking ones tossed his way, Shadow got into a rhythm that allowed him to let Sonic’s smart ass remarks roll off his shoulders. It wasn’t until Sonic grabbed his wrist and placed his other hand in his face abruptly that the sparring stopped.

“Chili dogs!” Sonic called, breathing heavily.

Shadow stood, frozen in time, his own breath coming and going in rapid succession. “What?”

Sonic simply pointed to the ground where his chicken scratched rules were etched into the earth. Steadying himself with a great deal of reluctance, Shadow shooed his rival’s hand away from his own and reestablished distance between them. For the first time in hours, Shadow looked at the sky, taking note that its once blue horizon had shifted to warm hues of sunset.

“Shoot, Amy’s gonna kill me,” Sonic groaned, looking at his watch. Pulling his glove back in place to cover it once more, he gave Shadow a two finger salute. “Thanks for the brawl! See ya around Shads!” Within a blink of an eye, the blue blur dashed away toward town once more.

Taking a few deep breaths, Shadow brought his heartrate back down just as he felt his phone buzz against his quills.

> Rouge: It’s time. ;)

Smoothing out his fur, he started making his way into Green Hills proper. Although he was looking forward to the reprieve of returning home, the realization of Rouge and Amy having unlimited access to the apartment all day was enough to allow his anxiety to set in. He hoped he could trust Rouge not to tamper with anything valuable to him (he kept his Chaos Emerald on him, so there wasn’t anything left behind that would interest her in the slightest anyway), but together with Amy? They were much more volatile as a unit.

Shadow began following the streetlights that lined the shopping district leading into the residential neighborhoods bordering the town. Shadow had disengaged his air shoes upon entering the threshold of downtown, taking his time to stop by the record store once more. The lights within were off, the sign on the door flipped to “CLOSED”. He had wondered how many records they sold here were the same ones he had listened to long ago? Since they all had belonged to Maria, he hadn’t even considered the vast selection that might exist outside of her small collection. One of his personal favorites was The Traveling Wilburys; whenever he had placed the vinyl on the player, it always elicited a big smile from Maria.

The memories of their adventures replayed in his head as he continue home, a small smile finding its way onto his own face.

“Shadow!”

Rouge’s voice from atop the stairs of the apartment building brought Shadow back, the warmth of his reminiscing leaving him with each step toward the bat. He placed his hand on the railing as he made his way up to the second floor to accompany her.

“So,” she drew out the “o” as she blocked his path. “How was the class?”

Suddenly remembering the entirety of his day, his eyebrows furrowed as he stopped abruptly. “Fine.”

“I heard you and Sonic-“

The mention of that blue hedgehog made his eye twitch. “You and Amy are little shits for that,” he shot back at her.

Rouge laughed heartily before stepping aside to let Shadow through. They made their way to the entrance of his apartment before she swatted his outstretched hand away from the handle.

“AH! Patience is a virtue, darling.”

Shadow was getting quite fed up with these games. “Rouge. Let me in. I’ve had a long day and I’m in no mood to deal with this...” He motioned his hands in a rapid, exaggerated manner. “Crap.”

Letting out a long sigh before leveling with her friend, she leaned against the door with her hand placed upon her hip. “Amy and I went through a lot of trouble ourselves today. How about you wipe the scowl off your face and shut up for a moment.”

Too stunned to speak, Shadow’s hands dropped to his side as he waited in silence for Rouge to let him inside. She raised an eyebrow at him, reveling in the silence before fishing the key out of her pocket. The key slid into place, the latch clicking before she pushed the door open. The inside of the apartment was pitch black, but the bat still turned to her counterpart. “Cover your eyes!”

Playing along in an effort to get this done and over with, Shadow brought his hands to his eyes. He felt Rouge’s hand grab his bicep and pull him forward a few steps before instructing him to stop. He obliged, his feet dragging along the ground as he did. From the other side of the room, he heard a light switch flick, a soft glow peeking through his fingers.

“Okay. You can open them,” Rouge cooed.

Moving his hands down, Shadow squinted before blinking his eyes a few times, trying to adjust to the light. As he did, a loud, “SURPRISE!” was yelled in unison from the group of people who had crammed themselves into his small living space. Once his eyes finally adjusted, the sight in front of him nearly knocked him back into the door behind him.

What once was a simple, empty living room had been transformed into welcoming, comfortable space. His leather couch had been adorned with velvet pillows and a large blanket and was accompanied by a wood coffee table decorated with a small succulent plant and a short stack of books. Nestled in the corner beside the window was a new entertainment center with all the works; a TV, a peculiar rectangle (he would soon find out this was a DVD and VHS player, which was “super retro” according to Tails), and a combination of movies in disc and tape form. The walls were covered in vinyl, some Shadow recognized and some he didn’t. Confusion set in until he saw it; a table in front of the window featuring a single item. A record player, The Traveling Wilburys vinyl already in place.

He wasn’t one to get emotional over many things (anything really, if he could help it) but this might be an exception to this arbitrary rule. The amount of care and effort that had gone into this one singular room (hell, he hadn’t even seen the rest of the place) was almost too much for him to process. Floating in what felt like a daydream, he hovered over the record player, his finger itching to place the needle.

“Rouge... How did you-?” His voice was soft, the drumming of his heart too loud in his ears.

“Wasn’t just me. We all had a part in it,” Rouge motioned to the others in the room, bringing Shadow’s attention away from the player. It was in that moment that he finally registered just who was there; Knuckles was leaned against the wall connecting the living room and the kitchen, Sonic had his elbow rested on Tails’ head both featuring wide, toothy grins, and Amy, waving from the small table in the breakfast nook. Wait. A table?

“We wanted to make sure you felt right at home,” Amy beamed, resting her elbows on the new piece, holding her chin in her hands.

“Wait, you- I don’t understand.” Shadow could feel his breathing stagger as he fought the overwhelming sensation of feelings he had abandoned long ago. Rouge led him through the apartment, showing him each room all of which were furnished and decorated in some capacity or another. It had a much more homey feel to it than he would have put together himself, but he didn’t mind that in the slightest. Maria also made it a point to decorate her own room, a stark contrast to the cold interior of the rest of the ARK; this felt like a piece of her that remained with him.

The thought of his lost friend reminded him of the photo, of which he had not placed in a safe spot as he was not expecting anyone over. His heart swelled as he found the picture carefully placed in a frame that sat upon his bedside table next to a small bouquet of lavender. Reaching out, his fingertips brushed lightly over the glass and turned back to Rouge.

She smiled, “welcome home, big guy. Now come on, everyone brought a little something over to eat. Hope you’re hungry!”

Shadow returned her warm expression with a nod and half smile, “yeah. Thank you, Rouge.” The key was returned to its rightful owner as they both headed back down the hall to join the others. Amy was hovering over a pot in the kitchen, the delectable steam wafting throughout the living room. Sonic placed a large plate of chili dogs on the counter, calling over to Knuckles, “make sure to leave enough for the rest of us, aye man?” The echidna huffed in response.

“A warrior’s diet must be robust in order to fuel our muscles, something you lack, hedgehog.”

“Yeowch, bud. Little early in the night for insults.”

Rouge waved her hands as she passed the huddle in the kitchen as if to swat away at the exchange. She joined Amy’s side, reaching into the cabinet to pull down dishes for everyone.

“What do you think, Shadow?” Tails asked, his voice cheery.

“It’s really nice,” Shadow responded, the smile on his face still present. “How did you all manage this?”

As if shocked by the genuine engagement in conversation, Tails’ ears perked up as his twin tails flicked with excitement. “Oh! Well, most of it was picked out by Amy and Rouge. Lot’s of thrifted stuff, which I hope is okay. Rouge mentioned you wouldn’t mind since you’re an old soul at heart.” The small fox giggled, eliciting a soft chuckle from Shadow as well. “I made sure all the secondhand electronics actually worked. It’s one thing to buy them refurbished, but you never know how reliable older tech is.”

“I took the liberty of stocking your fridge,” Sonic sauntered over, hands placed behind his head as he winked at his dark friend. “Most of it is chili dogs.”

Yep, smile gone. The dark hedgehog rolled his eyes, “not everyone has this gross fascination with chili dogs the way you do, moron.”

The blue hedgehog guffawed, moving forward to place a hand on Shadow’s shoulder, “I’m kidding! Sheesh. Amy would never let me get away with that anyway.”

Annoyed by the sudden touch, but equally relieved at the reasonability of his new coworker, he shrugged Sonic off before giving Tails a quick nod, “you’ll have to show me how this new stuff works. I appreciate what you’ve done.” He moved through the kitchen until he reached the backdoor, pulling it open and shut to sit on the balcony, muffling the sounds of chatter and laughter behind him.

Sunset had almost made way for the night sky, the once warm backdrop slowly being engulfed in one of dark blues and speckled starlight. The swell of emotions hit him in waves as his elbows rested along the railing of the outdoor space. It was not often that Shadow felt such a surge of gratitude, unworthiness, joy, mourning, and every bit in between the spectrum of his most private innerworkings. Rouge’s list of generous deeds only grew with each passing day, bringing to the forefront what she had asked of him in return.

He had to actually try to adjust to normal life.

The concept of normalcy was as fluid and subjective as any matter determined by life experiences. This idea of normal was nothing like the one Shadow had formed. It was not like him to simply settle down anywhere, as his work had him moving constantly. The paycheck allowed for hotel stays if GUN had not provided lodging in the first place, so there was never quite the need to call any one place home. Still, Shadow did not dislike the idea once having a small taste of it. It was boring, if anything, which meant that he would have to find new and creative ways to preoccupy himself. But that was truly the worst of it.

Well, maybe there was one worse thing.

“Is it ever in your nature to not find somewhere to brood?” Sonic called to him, slowly closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Is it ever in your nature to shut up?”

“Touché.” He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. “I brought you a plate.”

Shadow turned to find that Sonic had, in fact, dished up a healthy serving of food from inside onto two plates. Grumbling a small bit of thanks, he accepted the plate. However, Sonic remained.

“... can I help you?”

Emerald eyes met his as Sonic’s mouth was stuffed with 75% of the chili dog in his hand. Shadow’s face contorted into one of disgust at the display, wondering how it was that this idiot hadn’t died of asphyxiation at this point. It was almost impressive.

Swallowing hard, Sonic cleared his throat, “what, we can’t hang out outside of the cooking class or training? Which I totally could’ve kept going, by the way, but I promised Amy I would help with the finishing touches here.”

“Yeah, we’ll see how many excuses you can come up with in the near future when I continue to outperform you.” A bite of food went down easy, the savory bits filling Shadow’s empty stomach. He hadn’t realized how hungry he had actually been until he started in on his own plate. Shoveling a few more bites in, he made a mental note that Amy might be able to give him a few pointers in the kitchen.

The display of consumption made Sonic choke out a short chuckle. The two of them existing like this did not feel too out of place, something Shadow had no interest in acknowledging outright. Don’t get it twisted, if Sonic was good at anything it was annoying Shadow in ways he did not know were even possible. His charismatic character was only partially redeeming when it came time to playing the hero, maybe even when it came time to being there for his friends. But Shadow could do without the flashy crap his rival liked to pull. It was unnecessary and wasted valuable resources in the worst of times.

Still, he showed up for Shadow in more than one way today, which made Shadow contemplate how their rivalry might look in calmer settings such as these. Was he going to have to get used to Sonic being around every corner, like an annoying, fidgety shadow that followed him everywhere he went? Would he eventually lose his edge, slowly becoming another member of their colorful little cohort, babbling on about chili dogs and nonsense?

Before he had the chance to finish his spiraling, Amy opened the door in a huff. Upon finding the two hedgehogs outside, she exhaled a deep breath. “There you two are! Come inside! We have one more surprise for you, Shadow!” With that, she was back inside, leaving the door ajar as if to leave them with little option of not joining the others.

Inside once more, Shadow found everyone congregating around the small table, their bodies obscuring the view of whatever was placed upon it. After a round of shushing and a bit of dramatic pushing to make room for Sonic and Shadow, a small opening allowed for Shadow to see what the fuss was about.

A cake.

“Happy housewarming party Shadow!” Tails called, hopping slightly with glee.

“Before you ask,” Rouge held up a hand, “it’s chocolate. You’re lucky to have a friend who knows you so well.”

His eyes scanned everyone in the room, before returning his gaze back to the cake. Red icing swirled on the top of it, a small message of “welcome home Shadow!” facing him. A tad bit of embarrassment crept up his spine, his expression shifting to one of strained appreciation. Taking that as the go ahead, the group got to work cutting and distributing the dessert.

Resumed images of Shadow’s previous contemplation flashed through his mind; him accompanying this group along with those not currently present to all sorts of recreational outings. His insults to Sonic being replaced with mindless banter. Rouge taking too much pride in her successful endeavor of domesticating him. It put him off the cake entirely.

It wasn’t long after that everyone filed out of the apartment, leaving Rouge, Shadow, and Sonic behind, all giving their best wishes to Shadow as they went. He was thankful to have most everyone gone, but was perplexed at his rival’s insistence to stay behind. Sonic’s reluctance to depart made even Rouge raise an eyebrow.

“Leave you both alone for one day and you’re best buds, huh?”

Sweat drops were nearly visible across Sonic’s forehead as he coughed at the notion, “Ah- well. I figured the least I can do is help clean up since I was so late coming back to help set up.”

“I don’t need your help,” Shadow said bluntly.

Rouge laughed a bit, “typical. I think that’s our queue, Sonic.” She reached up and caught a bit of Shadow’s cheek between her fingers, pinching it, “Shadow needs some alone time.”

Removing her grip too quick for Shadow to swat it away, he rubbed the newly tender spot on his face, scowling as the bat ushered herself and Sonic out the door, his rival’s eyes lingering for far too long at Shadow before the closing door broke their contact.

His apartment now empty, Shadow took a moment to appreciate the silence of his place. It was a new kind of silence that was unlike the echoing of the space before when it was bare; unlike the ticking clock in Rouge’s living room; even unlike the hum of ARK ship. This was something all its own and it brought Shadow a great deal of comfort to exist in, which was more than a little surprising. The idea of normal did not have to a concrete concept, but Shadow found himself enjoying figuring out what it meant to him much more than he anticipated he would.

[tripthelightfatality]

Lasciva Erotica |D.R.W|

Pairing: Danny x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Danny have always done phone sex while he was is on tour but he wanted to try something a little different.

Word count: 1017

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: Dom! Danny, Oral (F rec), Dirty talk, slight spanking, Daddy kink, face riding, slight teasing, begging, Porn without plot, pure fucking filth

I saw this picture and literally couldn’t help myself. Enjoy my honeys 🖤

“Are you ready for this sweet girl?”

You have Danny an enthusiastic nod and smile.

“More than ready, baby.”

In the bedroom, you and Danny are pretty adventurous. With the new Starcatcher world tour coming up, both of you wanted to get creative. Out of all the things on the list a sex tape stood out the most.

After getting ready, you slipped into his favorite pair of underwear and bent over the couch. Danny walked into the bedroom and took in the beauty in front of his very eyes.

“If you want to stop, safe word is red”

Danny pressed the record button on his phone and panned toward your bare ass. He moved down to show your soaked black thong. A satisfied groan came out of his mouth at the sight.

“Would you look at that…she’s just fucking dripping”

He marveled at how sexy you looked bent over the couch. Usually on the tour you’ll do phone sex and nudes but Danny wanted to try something new. He wanted to have some content to get him off on the nights he has alone time.

You bit your lip and whimpered at his lustful tone. Danny trailed his fingers from the nape of your neck to your lower back. A shiver ran through your spine at his feather light touch. To test the waters, you slightly pushed your hips in his direction.

In that very moment all you wanted was him to touch the place where it hurt the most. A loud crack rang out as Danny smacked your right cheek. You jumped a little bit at the sudden pain but welcomed the dull throb that followed. The anticipation of his face being buried deep in your pussy only made you wetter.

Danny’s calloused fingertips grazed your aching clit through your panties and rubbed light circles. You whined softly as a plea for relief but it fell upon deaf ears. As the old saying goes, patience is a virtue but the fire of wanton is saying otherwise. Danny shook his head disappointedly.

“Is my good girl getting fussy on me? Tell daddy what you want and I just might give it to you”

If there were two sounds that are music to Danny’s ears it would be the noises you make when he fucks you stupid and the merciless begging for his touch. You’ve always loved it when he took charge in the bedroom.

“P-Please eat my pussy, daddy…I need it so bad,”

You whimpered pleadingly. The ache between your legs was starting to become unbearable and the only thing that would cure it is Danny eating you out like it’s his last day on this planet.

Danny darkly chuckled and pulled down your panties. He brushed his thumb against your slick lips and slowly pulled it away to show how truly wet he has made you.

“Fuck me angel…Looks like I got your sweet little cunt weeping under my touch. Is this all for me?” He purred.

You went to answer him but gasped as he pulled apart your cheeks with a firm grip. A little bit of your slick dribbled down your thigh while you clenched around nothing. Subtle shifting noises indicated that you were getting closer to what you’re wanting. Glancing backwards, you noticed that Danny flipped the camera to point at his face.

He pulled his hand away from your cheek and posed just like the faces he makes on stage; finger horns and tongue out. As Danny dove into your folds,a gasp flew out of your lungs and jaw went slack.

The noises coming from your mouth could put even the most seasoned pornstar to shame as he rolled the tip of his tongue from your clit all the way to your fluttering hole. Danny’s grip on your cheek tightened with each sound flowing out of you.

You couldn’t help but grind against his face to chase your pleasure. Another open palm cracked against your cheek as a warning. You knew that Danny would get you there but it would be at his own pace.

A smirk spread across Danny’s face as he fucked his tongue into you. The cacophony of moans and opened mouth slurping made you throb against the very thing bringing forth such pleasure.

He knew your body like the back of his hand and all that would make you tick. His lips wrapped your clit and began to suck. You just about collapsed right then and there. The familiar burn in your stomach was rising to the surface.

“O-Oh my fucking god! Right there daddy!”

Danny shook his head back and forth like a predator feasting upon his prey. You tried to form words but the only thing that came out were pitiful whimpers. To add onto your impending climax, Danny detached from your clit and flattened his tongue against your aching slit.

“Can’t get enough of daddy’s mouth huh? You like it when he eats your pretty pussy until you’re a slutty fucking mess?”

You mewled and nodded feverishly. With the combination of his words and tongue, all that was on your mind is painting his mouth with your juices.

Danny had one rule when it came to him being in charge; cumming is not a request but a privilege. If you wanted to finish then you absolutely had to ask and make it pretty.

“M-May I please cum, daddy? Oh god please let me”

“Make a fucking mess of my face, angel”

He growled into your pussy and sucked on your bundle of nerves harder. A scream of unbridled pleasure filled the room as you came all over Danny’s face.

Danny swallowed you down as if he was bestowed nectar from the gods themselves. Soon as the high came to an end, you tried to squirm away as overstimulation began to set in.

While you were lost in your post orgasm haze, you didn’t hear Danny getting up off the floor and pressing himself into you. His dick was unbelievably hard just from eating you out alone. He placed his hand on your hip and lightly squeezed.

“Oh darling, we’re just getting started. Daddy still has to cum too”

[avas-poltergeist]

Six Song Soundtrack Game

Ah, yeah, what if we just made playlists for the OC's? I used to spend hours pouring over 8tracks notes....anyway.

Here's the full Fester Playlist thank you @fourraccoonsinacoat for the tag <333

tagging @galahadiant @amasec @swordbisexual @plethomacademia @lordcaptains @reqfi @xylo-phone @lilac-lich

character's past

Virtue the Cat Explains Her Departure

I emerged to watch abandoned machines Waiting for their men to return I remember the way I would wait for you To arrive with kibble and a box full of beer How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear You make the sound that you found for me

But now I can't remember the sound that you found for me I can't remember the sound that you found for me I can't remember the sound

2. how your character perceives themself

Pedestrian at Best

I wanna wash out my head with turpentine and cyanide I dislike this internal diatribe when I try to catch your eye I hate seeing you crying in the kitchen I don't know why it affects me like this when you're not even mine to consider Erroneous, harmonious, I'm hardly sanctimonious Dirty clothes, I suppose we all outgrow ourselves I'm a fake, I'm a phony, I'm awake, I'm alone! I'm homely! I'm a Scorpiooo!

3. how others view them

Home

She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool She's a fool, fool, fool, fool

Everything is better when you're cheering for the winner When you're cheering for the winner, then the song remains the same.

4. their closest relationship

In the Age of Kings

Halls of the stone tower in the foothills Why should we hide from anyone? Held you in my arms for the first time that day Felt like God's anointed when you didn't push me away

Small chambers shrinking till they vanish Wolves in the hallway gaining ground Reached down to the moment when I should have said something true Shadows and their sources now stealing away with you

5. [REDACTED SCENE]

Hacker

The rolling stoner, profit on disaster My existence is a momentary lapse of reason Got the DNA of gothic lemons Shred it thirteen times out of eleven Your bad ideas are the ATM, shed my skin Leave it for the homeless to sleep in Prodigal, fuck that, nautical Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in—)

Teachin' bitches how to swim Teachin' bitches how to swim (I'm in—) Teachin' bitches how to swim Teachin' bitches how to swim Now backstroke, through your k-hole Don't run, you might slip The table's flipped, now we got all the coconuts, bitch

Burmese babies under each arm Screaming beautiful songs The cray-cray ultra-contrarian Havin' conversations with your car alarm When you come out, your shit is gone Soon your crew will be serving sandwiches named after me Vietnamese style, fool, please Front row at the mass games, untraceable by name You speak of us in certain circles, you will be dethroned or detained

6. end credits song

Gumball Blue

So sorry for the trouble The times we've been afraid of each other 'Cause we didn't understand All the spells we cast without trying We pushed through

Shipwreck in my lap Sorry stained my mouth gumball blue

When strangers say, "I love you" You're banished to a planet with no sound No sound (no sound)

I've lived singing your songs Long-legged mazes and English geometry Daring not consider we were here Should we break spells without trying We cut our lasers short at crying And kindly banish this soundless planet To stain the edges of the nebula gumball blue

Another happy new year Another happy new year Another happy new year Another happy new year Another happy new year Another happy new year

[ambyandony]

heres the limbo fusions with the rest of the vento aureo main protags

Limbo + Mista

Mimbo - any pronouns

"Are u lost bbygrl? :)"

(They give a weird stare if asked for a full name. They only use Mimbo, even though it’s a combination of Limbo’s forename and Mista’s surname.)

most stable Limbo fusion merely by virtue of Mista’s simple ability to just not give a fuck.

GET YOUR GUN OUT OF YOUR CLEAVAGE!

bitch gon step on my fuckin toe bitch with them fuckin cowgirl fuckin boots

VITALLY important that you know that despite being easily mistaken as fem on first glance, Mimbo also has the deepest voice of any Limbo fusion for literally no reason other than it’s funny to me. They also have sideburns

Stand: Mighty Wings - Redirects Signals. Still a colony Stand, looks like tiny little pastel fighter jets!

Limbo + Abbacchio

Lio Adkio - they/them

“Don’t say SHIT about my mascara or my eyeliner.”

“In fact, don’t fucking look at me or I’ll have to kill you or myselves.”

stable only because when Limbo started panicking in the mindspace, Abbacchio simply pointed and snapped at her to CALM THE FUCK DOWN. and she did so immediately.

nicer than Abbacchio. not by that much, though… but weirdly apologetic about it.

the eyeliner doesn’t appear to be due to crying, it seems that it just looks like that.

bazongas?

Stand: Keeping The Faith? Never Too Late? Shawty like a melody-

“rewinds” signals to previous states or connections and/or can do a “replay” of those signals’ succeeded actions (i.e. having a phone replay a prior conversation) Unfortunately, it’s pretty useless in combat.

Limbo + Giorno

Glimbo Giovadkins - she(?)/they/them

“Wouldn’t you like to hear one of my 765 fun facts about aerodynamics, animals or Air Bud?”

“I also have a few facts about botany, blood and birds.”

stable, until they’re not. they’re incredibly calm and delightful, but when they think someone’s mad at them they panic and start excessively apologising.

genuinely the softest cutest sweetest lil bitch you’ve ever seen. also traumatised with a guilty conscience and can flip on a dime in a terrifying way.

shortest Limbo fusion for no clear reason? shorter than both Limbo and Giorno.

Squalo’s worst fear.

sounds pretty much how you would expect.

Stand: Crystal Dolphin - can transform signals into life—by taking the signals out of something, typically disabling it, they can create life like Gold Experience can. The more complex the device, the bigger its potential creation.

Limbo + Buccellati

Bimbo Luno Adkellati - they/them

"...I've lost the conversation. I'm gonna go make pizza!"

Megan Thee Stallion?!

has no idea what’s going on for some reason? always looks a little confused and loses track of conversations very quickly.

very good with kids! practically unable to have a coherent conversation with Abbacchio. They don’t seem too distressed, but they just stop making much sense and seem to confuse themselves.

Stand: When Doves Cry? Perhaps Freewill? Uhm… I don’t know? Maybe it can sort of, ‘zip’ signals together, combining two or more functions into one sent signal? Bruno's ability is just so specific... I can't think of many ideas.

Limbo + Fugo

Fimbo (Pannalimbo Adkigo) - they/them

"STOP TALKING ABOUT FREUD BEFORE I KILL YOU WITH MY FUCKING BRACELETS!!!"

( Note: all currently depicted instances of Fimbo seem to be post-PHF, as Fimbo is almost always seen with the mouth scars hidden by the tattoo.)

enemy of the state. punches fascists. lovecore punk goth. in terms of authority figures they only respect Buccellati and Limbo’s dad.

AuDHD trauma poster child. Short fuse but very friendly until something sets them off and they start screaming and or burst into fucking tears.

Self-love in the sense that the fusionmates care about each other deeply and both sides are trying to look out for the other knowing the other won't look out for themself.

Stand: Cabin Fever - Terrifying deathly virus that, rather than being airborne like Purple Haze, is passed though signal transmission. Fimbo doesn’t know if the virus is the same as Purple Haze, a different strain of it, or something entirely different. It spreads most quickly through vocal communication between two people.

Limbo + Narancia

Nimbus Ghirgins - he/they/she

"tummyache... :("

Libby why does my stomach feel like it’s going to fucking collapse in on itself and why are my knuckles torn? aren’t they supposed to bruise when you punch?

bad relationship with food. Hanahaki disease, what are you doing here? (/ij)

sometimes they find Mista sitting around, sit next to him and fall asleep on him immediately

incredibly bad with emotions and doesn’t even get angry they just get overwhelmed instantly at any presence of significant emotion

Stand: Falling in Love/Hard on the Knees - who the fuck let this kid control CO2 emissions?? They can barely control themselves???

[backtothestart02]

All About Lucy Gray - 1/2 | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: For a friend.

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Synopsis: Modern!AU - Lucy Gray leaves a revealing message on her husband's work lunch.

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Chapter 1 -

Coriolanus sighed deeply. It was five hours into Monday morning – afternoon? – and he was already exhausted. His office calls had piled on one after the other, and he was starved. He was also missing his wife, but he remembered their baby’s nap time wasn’t quite yet – or just passed? – either way she’d probably be unavailable for a quick phone call. But she had packed him lunch. He remembered grabbing the bag from her slim fingers on his way out the door with a quick kiss on her lips.

Getting up from his cubicle seat, he made his way to the office break room and the fridge for his lunch. He wouldn’t stay in there. He’d take it back to his cubicle and eat there, so he could work through lunch and maybe come home a little early and get the real craving he’d been having since he’d had to settle for a quick peck earlier that morning.

Swinging the fridge door open, he found the large paper sack, folded over neatly in the corner. He frowned slightly as he felt the bottom and realized there was something long inside. Usually, she just made him a quick pb and j.

“Hey, Snow, you’re not the only one with a lunch in there, you know.”

Coriolanus turned and looked over his shoulder. Festus. His head of brown curls did nothing to hide his annoyance in those hazel of his.

“Patience,” he began, snagging his bag without looking and pulling it out, “is a virtue.”

“That I don’t have,” Festus sneered, bumping Coriolanus deliberately as he pushed past him.

The blonde only shook his head and peeked into his bag just as Livia Cardew was coming into the room. They collided, and his bag ripped, sending the contents to the floor.

“Watch where you’re going,” she huffed, flipping her long straight hair over her shoulder, all good looks and a bad attitude.

Coriolanus could not have been more annoyed. That was when he saw the writing on his wife’s handmade seven-inch sub sandwich packaging and froze, hardly noticing the chips and carrot bag half-opened on the floor.

I love your penis à

“Well then,” Festus said loudly, announcing his presence as he turned for the exit. “More than I needed to know about you, Snow.”

Coriolanus picked up the sub and followed the arrow to the other side of the packaging as a fiery, red blush covered his face and neck.

Enjoy your lunch, Baby – Can’t wait to have the real thing tonight

A scoff came from Livia, and a roll of her eyes, as she walked back past him, her salad clutched in her hand and a tea.

“Not everyone needs to know about your sex life, Coriolanus. Tell your plucky, little wife that.”

He was about to come after her with a savage remark when Sejanus stepped into the entrance after her and held up his hand for him to stop whatever the hell he was about to say.

Despite his need to defend his wife, he knew Sejanus was right. Livia was their boss’s daughter, and insulting her could go a long way in getting him fired.

“Live to fight another day.” Sejanus patted his friend on the back, then spied the writing on the sub packaging. “Oh. Well. Take that to your cubicle?”

Coriolanus nodded and grabbed the rest of the abandoned food, trudging back to his cubicle and eating his food in peace. Or as much peace as he could without that bitch, Livia, flooding his thoughts.

How dare she.

He’d been married to Lucy Gray for two years. They had a six-month old. Who cared that she hadn’t been born into an upper-class family like him and his co-workers? She was amazing. She was the love of his life.

He took a deep breath and chomped a ginormous bite out of his sub that Lucy Gray had likely made with sex in mind. He wished he could have something to take the edge off. Something like a blow job, at the very least, and full-on fucking at the most. Anything to simmer down the stress and anger he felt.

Maybe he was the problem. This wasn’t the first time Livia had taken a dig at Lucy Gray. He didn’t know what her deal was quite honestly, but he’d handled it with class in the past. What was it about today that…

He reached for his cell phone sitting beside him on his cubicle desk and called home.

“Hey, Baby,” Lucy Gray purred into the phone. “Have you eaten your lunch yet?”

He could hear the smile in her voice, and some of the stress immediately seeped out of him.

“I’m about halfway through it.”

She giggled.

“Notice anything? The exact length of it perhaps? I tried to be exact.”

He knew if she were in front of him right now she’d be sending a wink that would have him weak in the knees.

He sighed deeply, wishing for something he couldn’t have.

“What’s wrong?” Her frown was evident.

Oops.

“N-Nothing. Just…work stuff.”

“Tell me about it.”

All flirtation left her voice. She was instantly in listening and understanding and soothing mode.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her how the one person he couldn’t go up against in his office had been belittling her over and over behind her back. So, he held his tongue.

“I just miss you.”

“Baby…”

“How’s our baby?” He changed the topic again. “She napping still?”

“Come home. Our baby girl is fast asleep and will be for another hour. You’re five minutes away. Let me take your mind off work.”

“With…what?” he asked, holding his breath, his cock twitching in his pants at the possibilities.

“Hmm. Let me think. Does a massage sound good?”

Oh. Right. That would probably relieve some tension.

“Oh. Sure…”

Lucy Gray burst out laughing.

“I’m just kidding. I want to fuck you.”

“Oh. Thank god. I’ll be right there.”

“See you soon. Love you, Baby.”

“Love you more.”

Click.

Wrapping up the second half of his sandwich, he stuffed it in his bottom desk drawer with the rest of his lunch and shrugged into his jacket.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Festus asked as he buzzed past.

“Home.”

“To fuck your wife?” Livia quipped, popping her head out to catch him by the elevators.

He took a deep breath and turned to face her.

“You know what, Livia? Yes. I am going to fuck my wife.”

And the elevator doors closed on her shocked face.

[latenightsleeper]

Random fact about Tank of the day!!

Tank has a flip phone, it’s the only think he uses. iPhone, Samsung, google pixel—they do not know what you are saying to him, they just have a flip phone and or flip phone adjacent device. By virtue Tank also doesn’t have a social media presence, growing up he normally just want to Christian’s house and played on his family computer or uses the library one for work and stuff.

The amount of times Chrissy has begged Tank to get a new phone is many, he’s tired of them using his phone to look up recipes when they’re both together

[missdrummond]

Album 78 reaction part 2

So last week the episode made me feel disappointed and I couldn't pin point precisely why.

So I'm like let's look at what has happened before. Episode 100 for example, I've listened to it recently. There is a really good core to it, with a sweet lesson. However, there's also some corny bits and parts I don't like, but ultimately I wouldn't have been disappointed with an episode like ice fishing.

So then I asked why that is, if Ice Fishing isn't a better episode why is it a better milestone episode. My ultimate conclusion was that it had an ending. It built up everything that it had promised then delivered. Kris-Crossed part 1 was mostly just set up for the next episode, leaving the stand alone product only introducing some interesting concepts but not packing a real punch. It felt so lacking with Chris basically only being able to say see you next week and remember lying is bad kids. Which felt unfair to complain about since that's just the nature of how part 1s work, but that fact didn't really make me feel better about it. I wished it'd been a really tight one parter instead preferably with strong theme or a novel concept.

All of that stemed from the idea that that the 1,000th episode should ideally be a marker, a place to stop and breathe, a high five after climbing a mountain, but discussing it with a friend completely flipped the scrip for me. She (not an AIO fan just really good at media literacy) said she liked the idea of it being a two parter because it was like saying this isn’t the end of the journey. By virtue of it being a one of two it represents one of the show's major motifs, "keep listening." Which was just so poetic that suddenly all the set up felt like it said so much.

I wrote all of the directly prior to listening to the episode. Here's the reaction:

I forgot how obnoxious the guy who won the art contest sounds. He sounds like he should be a character in Animaniacs

The Egg has been scrambled

A Ninja! I didn't catch that last time

Wow that apology was quick! And Morrie expressed himself really well. This character growth is really paying off.

Alright but only skilled googling no hacking

Yes. Yes it is. Way to go building am actual friendship

I didn't even think her faking her disability was even an option on the table. I'm glad they didn't go in that direction.

*Gasp* oh no! she's a... theater kid

Is he a photographer or just a guy with a phone?

Are school newspapers really this connected to eachother?

Whit does not pay for Netflix

"You can't be any worst than your brother." Owch

Cooper only gets in one guest at a time on his golf pass

Why would she get the award?

Wasn't the award already given?

Wow the police must have been really hassling her why is she so mad?

Ooh she doesn't like kids

A plot and B plot connection!

So Phil watched a movie and was like "yes. That I want to write that." ... ... mood.

Ok but wouldn't you be able to tell if the egg smasher was a child?

Oh duh Jellyfish, not Jellyfish did it.

Will amateur detectives PLEASE stop confronting your suspects with accusations it makes me so scared. Please tell me there is another adult at this golf course.

Ok but does Jellyfish Anthony really hate Emily?

Ok good it was Judge Jones.

Again how can she get top prize after it's been awarded?

Morrie quoting Mr. Whittaker was sweet

Wow there really isn't a lot of run time left

Burke!!!!

Wow I really thought they were going to let the criminal get away with it. At least for now.

Good for Kris!

Suzu what did you do! Don't "really?" me. What did you do?

This ending is brilliant! This is so messed up! Suzu lying and stealing in order to get her happy ending and it worked!

Morrie's literal come to Jesus moment is working. Jimney Cricket is doing his job

🎵And voice of truth tells me a different story🎵

Aahhhhhh! TBH I still wasn't fully sold on that episode untill the ending. Boy-howdy that ending was good.

[balshumetsbaragouin]

It is finished! I'm so happy to post the last chapter and finish off my first long fic! Thank you to everyone who has joined me along the way and who left comments, kudos, bookmarks and subs! This has been a wild ride, so I hope you all enjoy the ending to the first entry in the Pestilence!AU trilogy. Inside, Danny and Valerie catch up after the harrowing events the day before, and Danny asks an important question...

One last time: Have a sneak peek for the dashboard!:

She landed a few feet from the bushes, not wanting to get twigs and leaves caught in the newly rebuilt engines of her hoverboard. She still missed her wings, flying was much more convenient and exciting with them, but after the curse left, so too did the ability to transform. She discovered her ability to interface and control with other technology diminished as well. It had been nice to control the systems inside Plasmius’ house, but she could at least enjoy the knowledge she’d crippled its defenses. She also missed the ability to create new weapons with a thought.

Still, having her mind be curse free and no longer subject to the whims of homicidal ghost hunting sprees definitely made up for it. She slid the armor back into place, the suit quieting to a hum in the back of her mind. Another change involved the suit being more silent. They could still communicate, she just seemed less opinionated. But, if the opinions she had shared were any indication, she tended towards the primal and vulgar anyway. She did not need dietary guidance or suggestions! Squirrels are filled with protein, so are rabbits. They were adorable woodland creatures and she was not a wild animal. They were not going to eat them. The suit didn’t seem particularly happy about it, but the grumbles settled out into gentle hisses. She didn’t try to take control anymore either, just gave suggestions about her diet and butted in about her social life. It was still weird, all things considered, to share her mind with a piece of tech, but what could she do? 

She walked into the park a few minutes early, preparing to settle in for the long haul. For all of his many virtues, Danny had never met a deadline he couldn’t dodge…except today, apparently. She walked into the park, ready to find a bench to relax on for the next fifteen to twenty, only to find him already inside and standing around looking for her. Ok, that’s a new one, Fenton. Agreeing to talk about his feelings and showing up on time, all without being reminded? He’d just opened a new chapter, or maybe just flipped to a new page. When she walked closer, she could see him shove a breakfast pastry in his mouth with one hand and check his phone with the other. On the bench near him sat a water bottle. He picked it up and started chugging the liquid inside. He’d definitely rushed here. “Hey Danny.” He started choking, and she rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I crept over here.”

“I’m used to sensing... Uh, hi Val.” He set the bottle down and waved. “You’re still feeling better, right?” He walked over to her, hands in his pockets, typical bright smile on his face. Like she hadn’t almost died yesterday, like he wasn’t always half-dead himself. 

[pumpkinhrat]

     It is with no small amount of shame that Jon pulls up the ‘How to Flirt with a Guy over Text’ article by ‘Wikihow’ on his laptop. It’s as his grandmother always said, though: if you’re going to do it, you had better do it right.

     Martin had texted him back yesterday, right in the middle of him taking a statement. Despite how absorbed Jon can get in them, it had been very difficult to finish the statement with the notification flashing in his periphery. He finally opened it and had received a little flip and flutter in his chest for his efforts. Silly. The phrase ‘cat-dad’ had tripped him up a little but after no small amount of googling Jon had come to the conclusion that Martin is most certainly flirting with him. Now for the response.

     Jon isn’t an idiot. He knows he’s not the most personable guy around. Hell, the whole reason Sasha and Tim had cooked up this scheme was because they’d seen him try and fail miserably at social interactions on multiple occasions. He’s always too blunt or dry or just too plain strange to hold any sort of meaningful conversation with new people. He’s half convinced the only reason Sasha, Martin, and Tim are his friends now is because they’d been forced to break down walls by virtue of their job. It’s unsurprising that things are as grim for him romantically as they are platonically.

     So, with that happy thought in mind, Jon clicks open the link. A bright white and green screen stares back at him. The blurb at the top reads “Text messaging is a great way to flirt with your guy. Flirt texting can be done with someone you are just getting to know, a guy you are developing a relationship with, or a long-term partner to add some fun to your relationship. You can also use texting to stay in touch, build interest, and connect with a guy prior to making the next move.” The last bit actually sounds like what Jon’s looking for and the tight feeling in his chest loosens a bit as he begins to scroll. Then he gets to the actual advice section.

     It’s dreadful. The entire article is littered with useless little platitudes and suggestions like “Play Up Your Fun Side!” and “Don’t Be Afraid To Tease”  and, most worryingly, “Maybe Wait To Send That Sexy Pic”. It’s exactly all the sorts of things Jon hates about first meeting someone who’s interested in him; the posturing, the desperation, the clearly produced and polished personality. He doesn’t want to send Martin a “flirty compliment” when he doesn’t even know what the man’s face looks like. And even if he did, Jon’s sure that any compliment he’d try to come up with would sound like a thinly veiled insult.

     It’s hopeless. He knew he shouldn’t trust the internet but what other options does he have? When he’d given up and debased himself to open the wikihow article, all he’d had written in reply to Martin’s text was “Yes, I do like cats.” Which, while true and, in Jon’s opinion, a perfectly serviceable response, he can hear Georgie’s disappointed sigh in his ear now. Jon echoes it as he closes out of the tab and shuts down his computer. He’ll just have to come up with a response himself. Simple.

     Fifteen minutes later, the same five words glow up at Jon from the Tinder chat box. It feels as though they’re mocking him, goading him to send the blasted text already. Everything else he’d come up with was equally if not more dreadful and Georgie wasn’t returning his texts.

     Jon takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes. He checks the time. 2:13am. Not too terrible, then. If he just sends this now he can finish up his notes on the Kominsky statement and still have a little over three hours of sleep before he has to get up for work. He looks longingly at the file on his coffee table and turns back to his phone. If this Martin is truly going to be interested in Jon as a partner of some sort, he’ll have to be accepting of Jon's way of communicating, he reasons. There’s no point trying to spruce himself up, really.

     Jon sends the text and turns off his phone.

AAAAA Dear Anon, you're back! Thank you so so much for writing more, (and i'm sorry it took me this long to respond, i've been trying to survive uni).

This is 4th part of Anon's Dating App Jmart fic. Check the tag or the pinned post to see the previous parts! This chapter is based on this part of my au.

UPDATE: You can read the whole story by JJanuaryRain on AO3! Go give them lots of love -> "all's fair in love & tinder"

[bleachbleachbleach]

1/8 - 1/14/2024

Ha! I wrote very little this week. I ended up spending most of my time dealing with airplanes, then got home and dealt with mice (I am at war), so I was like, fuck it, I am tired, I'll focus on reading, then. So I read a few chapters of Bleach, and a few chapters of fanfic. And a lot of nonfiction while standing in lines at customer service desks in the airport. I didn't read any nonfiction I really liked while standing in lines for customer service desks in the airport, BUT I wanted to share some of the spoils of "nonfiction in 2023" at large--in particular, those that make me think about craft (AKA writing fanfic).

1. Succession

While circumnavigating the United States, I ended up watching/sleeping through almost the entire first season of Succession, which I'd never seen. It wasn't interesting to me, but it was very good. It's known for its piercing witticisms, but where I thought it really excelled was in its deeply unpolished, inarticulate dialogue (and the performances to back it up). It takes the in-lived-time, verisimilitude-of-actual-speech to an extreme, even within the genre of TV (and of prestige TV, which I feel like is less pressured to be 'approachable') and I love it. I'd previously read this article about the writing of Succession, which is about the inimitability of the collaborative, creative process vs. AI. While my fanfic technically only has one author, I feel like having ~come of age~ writing for a TV fandom, an addition to having my primary motivation as a writer be "hang out with my blorbos," has influenced my writing process in that I think of it a lot like this--running lines with them, blocking out the scenes in different ways as though in rehearsal, inviting their personalities in as co-writers. So I really enjoyed that article's encapsulation of a particular writing process!

2. Flipping Grief

Like I said, I read a lot of nonfiction--usually longform journalism or essay-style creative nonfiction. And a narrative convention that is VERY popular is to present a niche topic and then cross-pollinate it with a parallel personal narrative. This is as common as, say, coffeeshop AUs in fanfic. And while an understandable impulse, and one I think has a lot of potential, if you read enough of them just doing the thing isn't enough, and it becomes too easy to see the bulging seams where the two narratives don't hold together, or are stitched too obviously.

Flipping Grief, written by James McNaughton and published in Guernica (2023), is the opposite of that. It's an example of a common trope done extremely, extremely well, and it's one of my Top 10 articles I read last year. It's about predatory real estate flipping practices; it's about a brother's death by overdose. The two are connected by a phone call--the author is predated upon while mourning his brother--but the two narratives wend together in so many ways, and in so many ways that do not force the connection or seek easy metonym, clear parallelisms. Just stunning. Where writing is concerned, it's an example of something at the top of its genre, imho, but I think also a reminder that there is room in this world for messiness and elusiveness and the refusal to tie things together by virtue of their Symbolic Relatedness.

3. Against Aboutness

This last piece I think deserves its own post, because I love it to pieces and I draw something new out of it every time I read it. The first time I read it, the note I wrote was, "I feel like this is the kind of article you read and feel viscerally as your brain expands--hard to pin down rationally (first word that came to mind) or practically. But it's also not meant to be read instructively, at least not in that way."

Against Aboutness, written by Yiyun Li and published in Harper's (2023) is technically a BOOK REVIEW, LOL, for Elizabeth McCracken'. It follows the vein of this post--a love song for the inarticulate and refusal of clean parallels--in that Li loves McCracken's work because it resists the impulse to define what something is "really about"--to say this is a story about trauma, or womanhood, or grief. It's the lit crit impulse, to identify themes and bring them out, but perhaps not the frame of mind that either the writer or reader needs to inhabit unilaterally or universally. And of course it's against the vein of this post, because I went ahead and told you what the pieces above were "about" just as naturally as breathing, haha.

I'll stop there for now, because now I really do want to give this one its own post, but here's a line I think about a lot:

If you take your characters’ feet for granted—if you haven’t washed and bandaged your characters’ toes, if you haven’t placed their feet on yours to lift them upstairs—perhaps they have a right to refuse to come alive. You’re stuck with sentient and bodiless beings: egos, ghosts, cyphers, fragments of an insufficient imagination.

[flashingmarkii]

hellooo ✨ for the meme: what phone do they have and what kind of dreams do they tend to have?

( prompt )

what phone do they have?

This depends heavily on the verse! U.C Melissa has no phone, mainly because there's no need for her to have one, reception is pretty bad in space, and she's always aboard the Argama. Payphones or the intercoms aboard the spaceship cover all of her necessities.

Araceae, however, has a phone! A pretty flip phone with a definitely healthy amount of keychains.

what kind of dreams do they tend to have?

We've already establish that Mel doesn't dream that often, so, let's talk about Araceae's dreams! In an environment as demanding and life-consuming as being part of Celestial Being, it isn't that uncommon to dream.

Call it your brain attempting to stimulate itself to break from routine, even if their routine is unconventional, it still is one. Some might dare that she is quite the dreamer, some being Feldt Grace, the only person she seems keen on sharing her outlandish dreams with.

Usually, Feldt keeps her dreams... well, a secret (she wouldn't trust just about anyone with them!). But, some of them are so outlandish that it's impossible to talk about them, even if it's just a little bit.

"Then... how about that one time she dreamed about the Virtue having a third hidden Gundam? Ian overheard her that one time and started laughing... said something along the lines of VEDA accounts for anything, but I don't think even it would be that obvious! She made us promise not to tell Tieria, so, please... don't tell him I spoke to you about this, okay?"