#caroline lime

[meteorcare]

silly things

[beauty-marked-beauties]

Today's Beauty-Marked Beauty is: Carol Caroline from Hyouken no Majutsushi ga Sekai wo Suberu

[sunflower-farm]

Summer 10 - Duck Eggs 🥚

Caroline mailed me a cauliflower

Key Lime grew up so I got my first duck egg!! And my red cabbages came up so thats 2 things for the community centre

I got a grand total of 1 battery from yesterdays lightning storm :(

I gave a dried starfish and an ancient seed to Gunther and he gave me a real ancient seed that I can plant and 3 triple shot espressos

I went to Robins and she taught me how to make drum blocks and flute blocks

I took my cloth from yesterday to Emilys and sewed a shirt with a sweet pea

Photo of the Day:

Duck Egg

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Lime Biscuits Caroline Tofu, 2022

[femmefatalevibe]

who are your favorite youtubers?

Divided by category. Hope that I'm not missing any!

Fashion & Beauty:

Patricia Bright

Lydia Tomlinson

Christina Mychas

Justine Leconte officiel

Frederique Bros

Erica Ball Style

Audrey Coyne

dear peachie

Jackie Aina

Mikaela Carrizo

Bella

HighLowLuxxe

Business & Finance/Career:

The Break (Patricia Bright's Finance Channel!)

Graham Stephen (Very sound financial advice and no course pushing/ or scamming type rhetoric)

Nischa (Licensed professional, sound advice!)

Latasha James (Great for entrepreneurs and those interested in the social media industry)

Erin May Henry

Alex Cattoni

Tina Huang

Health & Wellness:

Pick Up Limes

Rainbow Plant Life

Move with Nicole

Caroline Grivan

Heather Robinson

Doctor Ramani

Lifestyle & Self-Improvement:

Jenny Mustard

Hannah Adkins

Kalyn's Coffee Talks and Flows

Lavendaire

Rowena Tsai

Elicia Goguen

Keltie O'Connor

Mel Robbins

Hope this helps xx

[b3rrygutzz]

Ready To Die!

Funsai Lime & Caroline Uni !!

if you know this reference ur cool!!

[cauliflowertree]

damon salvatore—in the path of a lightning bolt

.ೃ࿐ྂ damon salvatore x fem!reader

summary: there’s a mysterious man at the bar. do you know him already? [warnings: mentions + consumption of alcohol, mentions of food] -> i’m not super happy with this but i’m posting it anyway.

word count: 1.9k

fanfic no. 018

walking into the mystic grill, you sighed a deep breath of relief to be far from everyone else, far from elena, caroline and bonnie. there was something going on with all three of them and none of them had bothered to clue you in. you were the outsider, and you’d no idea what you had done to deserve it.

ever since stefan had come to town, everything had been different, especially elena. 

you sat at the bar, hopping up on a stool before the young looking bartender. it seemed busier than usual, though you weren’t sure why. the bartender gave you a smile but you weren’t quite interested in ordering yet. turning around the survey the rest of the room, you saw what looked to be a rather rowdy party heading over to the bar from the back of the grill. you recognised one of them, though you weren’t sure from where. his eyes lit up when he saw you—he’d caught on faster than you had—and he began approaching your stool.

“y/n?” he said as if in astonishment. but no one ever left mystic falls.

“sure is,” you laughed, hoping he wouldn’t notice that you couldn’t really remember him.

“great to see you! are you meeting someone?” he asked, not hiding his intentions very well.

“uh, no!” you smiled coyly, wondering if this might win you a free drink. it was all a game, truly.

“awesome,” he smirked, and you could see his demeanour changing upon learning this new information. “can i buy you a drink?” 

“sure, why not?” you said, as if it wasn’t what you were hoping for all along.

“what do you want?”

“how about some tequila?” you suggested innocently.

he scoffed slightly, for it wasn’t often people asked for tequila when someone offered to buy them a drink—it usually informed the buyer of their disinterest in them in favour of free intoxication. but he was a man and he wasn’t going to complain about your drink of choice, he was simply happy you took him up on the offer.

the bartender barely gave you a second glance when the man ordered four shots for the both of you. you declined the lime and salt, took the shots eagerly and waited for him to finish his routine of licking salt from his hand, drinking the shot and then biting into a lime twice over until he was finished. he smiled with anticipation when the shot glasses were empty, but for some reason his joy began to fade in an instant. 

“why don’t you go enjoy your party?” a voice came from behind you, and the man before you did as he was told without another thought.

“so, long day?” the voice asked you, sliding in next to you at the bar.

you turned to look at the person who had ruined your chance for free drinks. he was handsome, there was no denying that—his beauty was almost timeless. but he had ruined your carefully crafted plan, so this was no time for pleasantries, especially since you couldn’t quite see what was so intimidating about him that the man before would simply give up without complaint.

“maybe,” you said, hoping to be blunt enough to push him away. 

there were plenty of people in the mystic grill, plenty of other people to bother, so why did it have to be you? maybe it was because you were here alone, a perfect target. though, you could think of worse; this man had a dangerous sense of allure about him. his pale blue eyes promised something you weren’t sure you wanted. but you always thought there was no harm in peeking.

“hmm, boyfriend got you down?” he asked, downing the bourbon he had ordered in one, clean sip. “or girlfriend?”

“no, he’s-”

“oh, but there is someone? so, am i too late?” he smirked coquettishly. you were about to complain about elena’s boyfriend, but perhaps there was another, more intriguing, way to get drinks in this bar.

“depends on what you have to offer,” you shrugged. 

there was a glint in his eye as he shuffled closer to you. “anything you want,” he whispered closely. his breath was stained with alcohol, but at that moment, it was all you wanted. 

the man eyed the empty shot glasses and the half eaten limes next to you and began to eye the bartender. “four more,” he asked quickly, before turning his attention back to you. 

“and you think you have what i want?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow, thanking the bartender silently as he passed you and the mysterious man more shots.

“i think,” he began, eyeing your lips as you put the small glass to them. “you know exactly what you want, and you wouldn’t waste your time on me if you thought i didn’t have it.”

 

how interesting, that he would be right having just met you. but staring at him now, he was beginning to look oddly familiar. the messy black hair, the dark menacing eyes, that thrilling smile. maybe he hadn’t just met you. maybe he was someone who watched you from afar, just like he did everyone else. someone who learned people’s secrets before he introduced himself so he always had the upper advantage. someone who thrived on an invisible power dynamic. 

“i know you,” you accused, narrowing your eyes at the so-called stranger. 

his smile never faded, but he didn’t speak either. it was a perfect mask, you thought, indifference. the more the two of you stayed quiet, you silently analysing him, and him smirking at you analysing him, the more you saw past his mask. he was starting to get a little nervous. but why? who was he? you were just about to give up when his smile dropped completely. and then, you knew exactly who it was, damon salvatore.  

“you’re damon, stefan’s brother,” you named him, “what do you want with me, damon?” 

he seemed amused that you’d figured it out, humoured that you’d challenged him. he thrived on chaos, living life on the edge of a knife with the blade up. “not much,” he raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. “where’s elena? with stefan?” he taunted.

“what’s it to you? want to know all their secrets?”

“oh, i know all of their secrets. i’m more intrigued by you. you’re very interesting,” he laughed, but you weren’t at all sure his words were genuine. 

his laugh might have been enough to convince you to believe him, but you remembered elena’s warning about stefan’s older brother. though she wouldn’t tell you more than was necessary. she was always keeping secrets these days. perhaps that was why you wanted to know more, to know what made him tick, or perhaps it was completely out of elena’s influence. 

“i have a feeling you already know all my secrets. you don’t seem the type to offer any part of yourself before knowing the other’s weaknesses,” you pointed out, taking your last shot, beginning to feel the strong liquor take effect. 

“what’s the use in knowing your weaknesses? no, i like to know your strengths, that way i can play to them,” he corrected, offering you a sip of his bourbon. you laughed at him, bowing your head, but took the glass between your fingers.

“you’re good at the game, i’ll give you that,” you smirked, taking a sip and letting the liquid sit on your tongue for a moment.

“what can i say?” he accepted your compliment. “but games are all well and good, it’s much more fun when you have an opponent who hates to lose.” 

so it’s not the winning he enjoys, as much as beating someone who prides themselves on never losing. but if he wasn’t playing games with you, what was he doing? 

“i think i’m starting to figure you out,” you dared.

“i don’t think so.” was he nervous? “and besides, there’s no need, you’ll only ever know what I tell you.”

“well that’s not true at all, is it?” you laughed, scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion. 

“isn’t it?” 

“well, you’ve never said you’re handsome, have you? but i know that about you,” you pointed out, looking rather smug until you realised just exactly what you’d revealed. perhaps the tequila was going to your head. 

he didn’t reply, only smiled and nodded as if in agreement. of which part, you weren’t sure. it began to get quite rowdy behind you again, and it was clear form the increasing noise that the party were nearing the bar for more drinks.

“should we get out of here?” he asked in a low rumble, leaning closer to you. 

the sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you perked up a little higher in response. 

“yeah, i think we should,” you grinned. 

you hopped down from the stool and stumbled a bit, becoming, for the first time, acutely aware of the amount of alcohol you’d had in such a short period of time with little food in your system. he caught your arm and held you up gently, steadying you. you tried to ignore the heat you felt where his hand clasped around your arm and where his own arm wrapped around your waist, but that was quite nearly impossible. damon walked you out of the bar and called for a taxi, all while keeping hold of you like you might disappear or hurt yourself accidentally. 

the cab was quick to stop for the two of you and damon opened your door and helped you in, making sure you had your bag safely with you. he quickly entered from the other side, dropping in beside you and leaning against the window. you hadn’t fastened your seatbelt, though damon hadn’t noticed, so you slid along the leather seats or the cab closer to him. damon looked at you, almost surprised. you liked that, to surprise someone that always seemed to be one step ahead. he flashed a quick smile before leaning in a little closer, surprise seemingly left behind as fast as it had come. you pushed closer to where you wanted to be, closer to what might be dangerous, closer to what might have consequences. there were a few hesitant moments before your lips collided in a quick, tender kiss that was much better than you could’ve imagined. his cold hand moved to your jaw before caressing your neck, and you moaned slightly at his icy fingertips touching your heated skin. 

damon pulled away suddenly. “this is me,” he informed the driver. the car pulled over and damon opened his door, exiting the car swiftly and adjusting his jacket. 

pouting as he got out, you reached for his fingers, but only skimmed the palm of his hand. he bent his head so he could see you clearly, but he wasn’t smiling or smirking, he was simply looking at you for a split second before the armour he wore took shape again. 

“come and find me when you’re running on more than tequila, i’d be more than happy to entertain you for a while,” he offered with a wink before addressing the driver. “2104 maple street for her please,” he asked, handing over some money. “elena’s been looking for you.” 

he shut the door before you could respond and you watched him as the car began to drive away, turning look at him through the back window as he stood in the middle of the road, smiling as you left him behind. 

‘come and find me’, you thought to yourself with a grin.

🏷 @imabee-oralizard @bradleybeachbabe @velvetcloxds @flesh--amnesiac

[moodycarcass]

Tagged by @dexaroth for lil tag game. of which i am not immune to.

🔺 Favorite Color:

Full saturation red, Lime green, Black, & Steel blue/gray

🔺 Last song played:

Spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth by Caroline polachek. i also rlly enjoy the song coma by her

🔺Currently reading:

The dead zone by stephen king, i picked it out of my book stash when the power went out from like. 8pm to 2am, very little into it and i misplaced it somewhere but i have liked what i've read so far.

continued below

the last thing i read before it was The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black which is a faux biography / speculative biology anatomical artbook i got for christmas or my birthday back in like 2015/2016 and mainly used to just try and copy the illustrations, it was a short read and the story was ok, the concept of a victorian doctor ruining his entire life because he sees a freakshow rogue taxidermy of a satyr and immediately develops an ideology around human beings actually evolving from these mythical creatures and that you can reverse engineer them by sewing animal parts onto people is kinda funny ngl.

🔺Currently craving:

it was chocolate cake n already made some earlier tonight. and now i have absolutely no desire to touch the rest of the entire cake i made bc i dont actually like chocolate that much u_u

🔺 Coffee or tea:

coffee. i drink like 2 cups of it a day just bc i think its tasty. i was however, still raised in the south and am hopeless dependent on iced sweet tea ESPECIALLY if it has shitloads on lemon in it.

🔺 Favorite animal:

Pigs/boars, alligators, domestic cats, hamsters, most ungulates, flamingos, slugs & snails, ect

🔺 Favorite time of day:

early early morning right as the sun rises. i have crippling life long insomnia and the day break has always felt like a release from the tossing and turning and sleep deprivation induced self hatred.

i am still a volatile murderous cunt if im woken up before i choose to get up tho.

🔺 Favorite cloud pattern:

Stratus :)

🔺 Last dumb mistake in a game:

from like early july but i fucked around cleaning the base too long in voices of the void and had to complete my hash code run at night and a fossilhound spawned in front of xray and i straight up ran that damn thing over with the atv because it tanked my frames and got beaten to death before alt + f4ing out of fear

🔺 One cool thing that happened this week:

mm. idk havent had much happen this week. ive made some good as food lately. namely salmon cakes and crab rangoon if that counts

tagging: ??? idk anyone who wants to do this. i think krem is back on here for a minute?? snom and lex also if either of you read this

[jungleindierock]

Rebjukebox 2024 - No. 2

My second playlist of new music from mainly new bands, all tracks are from 2024. Makes no difference, where the tracks appear in the playlist, they are all good. I feel 40 is good number of tracks not too long or too short in listening time for your enjoyment. The whole playlist is only two hours and eighteen minutes long.

I used to do these just through Soundcloud, but thought i might as well add it to my Spotify also. So i will add two links to the playlist and can use which ever one you prefer.

If your a solo singer or a member of a band, then follow me on my Soundcloud page here, if i like your stuff, i will follow you back, if i don’t follow back then sorry but your not my thing. Whatever style of music is fine, i like many stlyes and will take a listen. You should always trust your own ears with music.

You can only follow 2,000 people on Soundcloud, so am limited. But if am following you there, i can see when you share new music, which means you could be added to one of these playlists or the main JIR playlist (one per month). What style of music is fine, i like many and will take a listen.

Enjoy & share, stay free, see you soon with No 3!!

Ok the links for the playlist:- Soundcloud - Spotify

Reb

Tracklist

01- Dubinski - Downtown Operation 02- girl in red - Too Much 03- Dehd - Mood Ring 04- softcult - Shortest Fuse 05- Brògeal - Girl From NYC 06- Madi Diaz - For Months now 07- pencil - The Window 08- Keaper - Alone 09- ALICE LILY - Caroline 10- The Last Dinner Party - The Feminine Urge 11- The Height - Type Of Days 12- The Goo Goo Dolls - Beautiful Lie 13- Letting Up Despite Great Faults - Gleam 14- Dentist - Random Numbers Shaoes & Colors 15- Tom Webber - This Time 16- Del Water Gap ft. Holly Humberstone) - Cigarettes & Wine 17- DI-RECT - My Blood 18- Bull - Red Rooves 19- Genius Of The Crowd - Sleeping Bags & Concrete Floors 20- The Drives - Maybe I'm A Masocchiist 21- Emmi Maaria - Bride's Farewell 22- Prince Of Sweden - The Electric blue 23- Izzy S.O - Refuse 24- It's For Us - Sandy Beaches 25- JJUUJJUU - All The Time 26- Give My Remains To Broadway - It Will All Be Red 27- The Zutons - Creeping On The Dancefloor 28- Real Estate - Haunted World 29- Lime Garden - Mother 30- The Revivalists - Good Old Days 31- Ski Lift - Double Yellow 32- The Buoys - Gaurd My Heart 33- Scotstown Dance Band - Shawfield Greyhound Stadium 34- Gallus - Wash Your Wounds 35- Mannequin Pussy - Nothing Like 36- The Spase - She's Both Sides Of The Moon 37- SPECTRES - Chain Reaction 38- heavy wild - Dope Gods 39- The waves - Looking Up 40- Yard Act (ft. Katy J Pearson) - When The Laughter Stops

[finns-house]

first post/intro‼️

hey guys first post!!

FINNS INTRO

☆ Name: Finn ☆ Age: minor ☆ Gender: Demiboy ☆ B-Day: Sept 1

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☆ Zodiac: Virgo ☆ Relationship Status: Talking (🤭) ☆ Sexuality: Bisexual ☆ Likes: art, poetry, guitar, Fnaf, SHARKS, FilmCooper, FunkyFrogBait, Danno, Dev Limes, CyberNoop smokeebee ☆ Music: Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, The blue album (weezer), Tx2, VIAL, Caroline Carr

[stardustbarbarians]

Excuse Me, Mr. Cadillac?

A Jake Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: You play a game of pool with Mr. Cadillac while discussing some business.

Tags: drinking, playing pool, smut (MNDI), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), blink and you miss it degradation

Words: 4.6 k

A/N: This is coming to you live exactly 24 hours after I went to the Mac Saturn concert. As always, if I missed any tags please let me know! Enjoy! Inspired by Mac Saturn’s Mr. Cadillac.

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You had been to this run down dive many times before. Each time you came it always looked and smelled the same, the pungency of stale alcohol and cigarettes not something that you would soon forget. The entire place was dimly lit. Christmas lights had been strung up years ago along the ceiling, only of which two strings still functioned properly. Where the sallow yellow decorative lights failed, vibrant neon signs advertising various liquors and beers gave the place a blueish-green filter. That was, except for the pool tables. It was the only place in the whole joint that had functioning over-head lights warmly glowing down onto the red billiard cloth. They had to keep those working; it was the entire reason people came to the Crooked Cue.

Just like all your other trips to the bar, you sat in front of the burning blue Jose Cuervo sign like a parishioner in front of an altar. And just like a devout man, you hardly ever skipped mass. You were almost ashamed to say so, but the bartender knew your name. Although, he knew a lot of people’s names there. The Crooked Cue was the type of dive that housed the same patronage every day that ended in “Y”.

It was at the point of the night where you had gotten enough liquor in your veins that you would leave the bar and join whichever game of pool you thought would be the most entertaining or challenging. But you hadn’t yet. You stayed planted in front of your neon icon and sipped on your tequila cocktail.

“Aren’t you gonna join a game, y/n?” the bartender asked, pouring a shot for Caroline - one of the repeat faces you had played against and drank with.

“Not yet, Stu. I’m waiting for someone,” you answered, fingers playing with the lime wedge you had long since squeezed into the drink. The rind was rotating between your anxious fingers, the extremities having a mind of their own and just itching to go out there and play.

You saw the way his eyebrows knit together minutely in confusion, his hand resting against the bar to your right and his other on his hip. The sound of billiard balls clacking together peaked over the steady clamor of voices methodically, the dying speakers just barely coughing out music that didn’t date past 1979.

“Who are you waiting for?”

Your lips involuntarily pulled up into a humorless smirk, an eyebrow cocking up on its own volition as well. A huff of laughter pushed past your lips as you dropped your lime rind back into your drink, shifting your now free arm to cross over the other that was leaning against the bar. “I don’t know.”

Before he could press you for more, you saw someone approach from your left out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t make out any features, but you knew instantly that this wasn’t one of the familiar acquaintances that made their second home in that dive. When you turned to get a proper look at him, your body immediately tensed up. He was a man that carried an aroma of respect, one that was earned through fear. There were more than a few tough customers you were cozy with at the Crooked Cue - one could even consider you a member of that label - but something about the man next to you screamed that he was not one to be trifled with.

The man had strong features, dark eyes, and a prominent nose. Just one look from him was enough to intimidate you. He wore a black turtleneck underneath a black suit coat that had white pinstripes running along the length of the fabric. A single pendant made from obsidian hung from a short silver chain glinting in the light of the neon sign. Dark curls framed his face; only a few strands, the rest of it was pulled back in a low ponytail. He was wide, broad. He stood about six feet tall and he made use of every inch of his height. Hanging from his plump bottom lip sat a toothpick, indentations from his teeth marring the pine splinter.

“What can I get for ya?” Stu asked the man. He also seemed spooked by this new person, standing up straight and never taking his eyes off the man’s clasped hands. You’d never seen him with his guard up like that before.

“A Cadillac Margarita and another of whatever she’s having.” His voice was deep as he spoke, almost like it rumbled from the deep valleys of his chest. But there was a smooth and warm quality of it that drew you in and eased your worries. That made your guard go up even more.

As Stu reluctantly busied himself with the ordered drinks, that’s when the man turned his attention to you. Subconsciously, you sat up straighter as his gaze fell upon you.

“Ms. y/n?” he addressed, a shiver going down your spine at the iciness in his tone.

“Yes. And, you are?”

“None of your concern,” he barked, that stone face somehow steeling even more.

He stared like that for what felt like hours. You felt pinned down under his gaze, almost entranced by the frigidness of it.

Just when you had accepted your fate of being suspended in that purgatory for the rest of time’s slow march, he jerked his head to motion behind you. Spinning around, you noticed Stu placing his Cadillac margarita and your El Diablo on the bar next to you.

“Grab your drink. Let’s move,” he ordered, scooping up the margarita for himself and marching off towards the tables. Taking the moment of reprise while his back was turned, you inhaled a large gulp of breath, a hand flying to your pounding chest.

“What’s going on?” The bartender placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, concern all over his face and in his words.

You swallowed before you spoke, willing your heart to slow its hummingbird-paced pounding. “I found my pool partner.”

That was all you spoke before grabbing your drink and following the path Mountain Man had taken over to the pool tables. He wasn’t hard to spot; a tall, dark, and handsome man whom you’d just encountered in a sea of monotonous and consistent faces you knew like the back of your hand.

When you approached the table he was positioned at - the back far corner away from most of the other patrons - that’s when you noticed the other unfamiliar face leaning against the wall next to the pool cues. Just like Mountain Man, he had long dark hair, but it wasn’t tightly coiled. There was an easy-going wave to that chestnut hair that matched his aura. The moment you laid eyes on him, you knew just who you were dealing with. This was a man of authority, a man who knew how to boss people around in order to get exactly what he wanted. He was a man that dealt in people's lives and felt himself a god. You could tell all that just by the way he smiled at you.

This man was significantly shorter than Mountain Man, probably around five foot seven. He wore a dark navy suit with a matching vest, however he was bare chested underneath. Similar to his companion, he also wore a silver chain, but the pendant at the end of his was what appeared to be an old fashioned coin. The color suited him well. The blue made the warm brown of his eyes seem even warmer than probably usual. You could tell it was tailored to fit him. Why he didn’t also ask said tailor for a shirt to match was beyond you, but you found yourself unable to complain. He watched you as you approached, regarding you with a slight inquisitive tilt of his head. His petal pink lips were pulled up at one corner, a condescending look in those amber brown eyes of his. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

Right as you made it to the table, Mountain Man whispered something in his ear. Whatever he said must’ve been favorable as his smirk grew, a nod of his head dismissing his companion.

You’re not quite sure why, but you were far less intimidated by him than his brooding compatriot. He almost reminded you of a mouse, his features soft like one. Perhaps that’s why you suddenly had confidence surge through you as you grabbed the worn cue from the rack on the wall. It was the cue you had used over the years, the maple wood smooth and comforting in your fingers. You knew it was yours because of the nic in the cue where it had splintered from you hitting some perv over the head with it. It’s been your lucky charm ever since.

You watched as your opponent took a sip from the margarita Mountain Man handed him before walking over to grab his own pool cue. He had a multitude of silver rings adorning his fingers, but not enough to be gaudy. There was a brief glint in his eye before he came within feet of you, unable to catch what exactly it was before it vanished. That cocky smile was still on his lips and it was starting to get on your nerves.

“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” he stated in a rather smooth voice. It reminded you of how a quality whisky felt sliding down your throat: smooth but with an edge to it that burned just enough to be a warning. You stood there as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it with his soft lips. If you had allowed yourself, you most definitely would’ve become putty in his hands after that. But you had to keep your wits about you. If the rumors about this man were true, then letting your guard down was the most dangerous thing you could do.

“Are you going to tell me your name?” you prompted, ripping your hand away from him. He seemed to find that amusing, a short burst of a laugh escaping his lips.

“Call me Mr. Cadillac.”

“Will that be something I find on your license?”

“Let’s just say it’s for the best interest of everyone involved that you don’t know my real name,” he purred, that dangerous edge back in his voice. It seemed to have traveled to his eyes, that hardness. Looking into them reminded you of stepping outside in the middle of January.

“Fine. Breaking or raking, Mr. Cadillac?” You moved away from him, pulling out all the colorful balls from the pockets on the table.

Pulling the racking triangle off the wall, he holds it in front of you intending for you to take it. “I always break.”

With an unimpressed look, you took the triangle shaped wood out of his hand and walked over to the side of the table marked with the racking circle. With a practiced grace, you arranged the polyester resin in the alternating pattern of solids and stripes, mindful of keeping the 8-ball in the center. Once you finished, you removed the triangle and hung it back on the wall next to the pool cues. Mr. Cadillac was at the other end, lining up the cue ball inside the area of the table called the kitchen. Bending over so that he could take the shot, Mr. Cadillac lined up his pool cue and within seconds, a loud CRACK emulated through the bar. It was a good break, the solid and striped balls rolling all over the red felt with no grouping of balls larger than 2.

With a self-assured smile, he sauntered over to your side of the table, one hand in his pocket. Stopping within a few feet of you, he leaned his hip against the table with his head falling to the side. His eyes never seemed to leave your face, almost like they were inspecting you. You weren’t entirely sure if he liked what he saw; you weren’t sure you liked being gazed upon like that.

“Good break, sweetheart,” you muttered as you got closer to him. Mr. Cadillac had positioned himself in a way where you had to stand within inches of him in order to take your shot. He chuckled at your comment, a small hint of surprise in his tone.

You tuned out the rest of the bar as you line up your shot, aiming for ten - the blue striped ball. On your exhale, you send the tenth ball into one of the side pockets. Not breaking your concentration, you continued to sink shot after shot. It wasn’t until on your fifth attempt at making a pocket that you missed. Standing up to your full height, you finally tore your eyes away from the table and looked at your opponent. There was something in them that burned fiercely, just barely contained. He was looking at you with a hunger you rarely saw so unadulterated in a man’s eyes before.

“Are we gonna talk business or did you just come here to get your ass handed to you?” you ask, your tone snarky but low. He was once again close to invading your personal space, but not close enough that you could call him out on it.

“Right. Business.” He walked over to the cue ball, his eyes never leaving you once again. He only looked away to examine the table, his long hair spilling over his shoulder as he leaned down to make a shot. You would only admit to yourself that the way he looked leaned over that table made your blood catch fire. It wasn’t hard to imagine yourself pinned between his chest and the table, both of your breathing heavy as sweat and his movement caused his hair to stick to his face-

You cut yourself off before your thoughts got anywhere else. You had to keep a clear mind and thinking like that would get you into nothing but trouble.

“Tell me what you want, angel.” The way his voice sounded sent chills across your skin, the pet name doing nothing but adding to that sensation.

This time, it was your turn to saunter over towards him. “I need you to make someone disappear for me.”

Hearing that, it seemed that Mr. Cadillac’s ears perked up. He wasn’t expecting that to be your request.

“And who might that be?”

Placing your hand on his shoulder, you pressed your body against his side as you leaned into his ear. “My husband.”

You watched his face closely as he turned his head in order to look you in the eyes. The smirk that spread across his full lips sent an ache between your legs. It had been a long, long time since someone had made you react in such a way. To say he was pleased with your answer was an understatement. Completely abandoning his shot, Mr. Cadillac shifted his torso that you were now pressed into one another’s fronts.

“Growing tired of the old ball and chain, are we?” he purred, the hand that wasn’t holding the pool cue snaking around your waist. The way your body seemed to perfectly fit with his was something that you filled away for later.

You hummed in response, your own hands sliding across his body. You allowed yourself to be pulled by his arm, hoisting you up to sit you down on the table, your leg sliding up the side of his. It was a picture of perfect sensuality. There were so many sparks flying from both of you. Part of you was worried that one would catch and set the building on fire.

“Not tired of him, per say,” you answered, touching your forehead to his. Your right hand had made its way up to his lips, your pointer toying with his bottom lip a little.

“Then what is it, doll? Tell me,” he coxed, slotting himself between your legs as his palms planted themselves on the table on either side of you.

“Excuse me, boss,” Mountain Man had called, his voice closer than you had expected it to be. Mr. Cadillac whipped his head around but not before you heard a frustrated growl originate from deep in his throat.

“What do you want, Daniel?” he snapped, his hair hanging in your face. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was extremely pissed to have been interrupted. It was quiet between the three of you as the two men had a silent conversation. It was then and there that you figured out just how long the two had known each other. Mountain Man - whom you had now known was actually named Daniel - shot you one final look before being dismissed by Mr. Cadillac. If looks could kill…

Collecting himself and returning to that suave personality he had inhabited not two minutes earlier, Mr. Cadillac swiveled his head to once again look at you. “Sorry about him. He can have horrendous timing.” The way he delivered that line, it was loud enough for Daniel to hear.

“Where were we?”

“You were about to tell me why you wanted your husband taken care of,” he purred, his fingers coming up to your chin, his thumb playing with your bottom lip; a parallel of what you had done to him only minutes ago.

“I’m afraid that’s none of your concern,” you whispered back, your hands pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, angel,” he chuckled, his tone sultry. Mr. Cadillac slid his left hand down to your waist, his fingers pressing into you not enough to bruise, but enough that you felt their presence.

“Don’t I,” you flatly hummed. You were aware of all the eyes watching the two of you, your blatant public display a spectacle for the other patrons. They had never seen you act so overt in your affections; they all knew your marital status. However, when the police eventually would poke their nose into your husband’s disappearance, you knew they had your back. There would be no utterances of a strange man tangled in your arms in the days leading up to his disappearance that would pass their lips. Just as you keep your lips sealed and eyes averted from the illegal happenings within the walls of the Crooked Cue. That’s why you had insisted you meet Mr. Cadillac at this dive.

Mr. Cadillac had leaned into your neck, his lips gazing against your skin when you interrupted him. “So, you’ll get rid of Joel, right?”

With a sigh of annoyance, the hired gun pulled his lips away. “Babydoll, I can arrange it so that he never existed.”

Satisfied with his answer, you pulled his head in towards your neck as a way to coax him to use his mouth. He took the hint, his soft lips pressing into your skin. His teeth occasionally would nip you, each time a sound of surprise emulating out of you. You weren’t aware of your hips rolling into his, but he was very conscious of it.

“Is there anywhere more private we can go?”

He chuckled in your ear, shivers rolling across your body. “That’s a little forward, isn’t it, angel?”

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart: You’re not dealing with any angels tonight.”

The shaky breath he let out had to be involuntary. He couldn’t believe you. With one more growl, Mr. Cadillac pulled away from you before wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. There was a rushed feel to his handling of you, as if he thought every second was precious and was wasted while not in your arms.

You realized that he was leading you out into the parking lot, his hand not gripping your waist shoving the back door open. It slammed against the wall with a loud BANG, the cool night air frigid against your fiery skin. You allowed yourself to be led to a Black 70s Cadillac. It was all cliché; the name, the car…

He opened the door for you, glancing over your shoulder to see Daniel tailing you two. He wasn’t close by any means, just monitoring the both of you. Mr. Cadillac saw where you were looking, waving his hand at his associate in a shooing manner. It seemed Daniel was not happy about being treated as such, but he obeyed regardless. He disappeared back inside and left the two of you alone.

You climbed into the car, now aware that the two of you weren’t leaving the parking lot. That made a surge of excitement blister across your nerves. It wasn’t like this was the first time you would be in the backseat of a car getting your world rocked. It was actually your preference. Mr. Cadillac followed, slamming the door behind him and hitting the lock. As soon as the two of you made eye contact, you went after one another. It was all heavy breathing, roaming hands, and sultry tongues. Mr. Cadillac pulled your shirt off over your head, his lips attaching themself to your neck as his cold fingers slid along your back and undid your bra. The leather of the seats was cold against your back, his chest burning against yours. It was your turn to leave him bare chested. You pushed the blazer off his shoulders, still attached to him at the lips. You tried your best to get his vest off, but the buttons proved to be very cumbersome. Losing his patience, Mr. Cadillac ripped the vest open, buttons flying off and bouncing all over the back seat. One of them landed on your chest before jumping to the floor. It wasn’t long before the ruined clothing item was laid to rest with the other discarded buttons.

He detached from your lips, trailing them down your neck and torso before he took residence right above your zipper. His fingers nimbly freeing you from your pants, lifting your hips up off the upholstery so he could remove them fully. You weren’t expecting him to move your panties to the side and start lapping his tongue through your folds. You screamed out in surprise but it was quickly muffled by his right hand shoving his fingers in your mouth. You knew exactly what he was telling you to do. You began sucking on his fingers while he sucked on your pussy. The air was filled with the sounds of his slurping and your desperate mewls. You didn’t realize your hand was gripping his hair until you looked down.

After a moment, he removed his mouth from your core, placing two kisses on both of your thighs. However, he watched you with hooded eyes with your hollowed out cheeks and your tongue swirling his fingers. He pulled them out, you trying to chase them with your mouth. That made a whine escape his lips, his eyebrows knitting together momentarily before he collected himself.

You watched as he lowered his spit-slick fingers towards your pussy, a smirk spreading on his lips before he touched you. He slipped a finger inside you, a moan being ripped from your throat. He lunged forward and swallowed it with his mouth. In fact, he swallowed all of your moans as he stretched you out by curling, swirling and scissoring his fingers inside of you. His teeth worried your bottom lip, his free hand in your hair as he leaned on his forearm.

The end was in sight, your nerves aflame with each movement of his fingers. Your nails scratched at the skin of his back, pulling your head away from his lips to warn him. “Mr-Mr. Cadillac-”

“Jake,” he growled. It was his name. It was a command.

“Jake,” you breathily corrected, “please. I’m so close.”

“Please, what?” he demanded, his fingers pressing against your walls and causing you to scream.

“FUCK! Please! Fuck me!” you managed, your back arching against the feeling.

A low and dangerous chuckle sauntered out of his throat, chills wracking your body at the sound. He leaned right into your ear, his nose brushing against the side of your face. “All you had to do was ask, angel.”

Removing himself completely from you, he hurried himself by undoing his belt and removing his pants. They weren’t removed completely. His tailored pants pooled around his knees as you took in the sight of his cock. It wasn’t the longest you’ve ever taken, but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth.

Jake took himself in hand, lining up with your entrance. He slowly pushed his way in, feeling every inch of him as he nearly burst your hole. You bit your finger in order to keep your screaming at bay as your eyes rolled back in your head before you felt it violently removed from between your teeth.

“None of that. The entire block will hear how much of a slut you are,” Jake purred, his grip on your hand firm. He had finally inserted himself to the hilt, bending himself at the waist to cage you in. He took each of your wrists in hand and pinned them to the leather above your head.

You both stayed there for a moment as you adjusted to his size, breathing each other’s air. You moved first, shifting your hips enough until Jake got the hint to start thrusting. He started out slow, but it was only a matter of a minute before his pace increased. You were crying out loudly, your hands curling themselves into fists at the sensation of your organs being rearranged. He was biting at your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving his signature there in a possessive manner.

Sweat was rolling off his skin and dripping onto yours, his hair sticking to his cheeks and forehead. You couldn’t help but compare it to your earlier daydream. The real thing was leagues better. It didn’t have the sound of slapping skin, guttural growling, or the sensation of Jake’s hot breath against your skin. Those nuances were what made it real and better.

You gave Jake no warning as you came as your orgasm had creeped up on you. The whole time it had felt as if you were toeing the ledge, but the final shove came to you as a surprise. You let out a broken sob, your back arching against the pleasure as his grip on your wrists tightened against your struggle to free them. You felt yourself spill all over his cock, your walls tightening against him. He thrust into you one more time before quickly pulling out of you and cumming on your stomach. His cum was warm as it spurted on your abdomen. You both struggled for breath as your fatigue hit you full force.

Jake hung his head momentarily before sitting back and up straight. He glanced to the floor of the car, reaching over to grab his discarded vest. He wiped your stomach clean with his ruined vest, tossing it back on the floor after cleaning up your cum off the seat. When that was finished, he laid against your chest.

“Your husband will vanish within the week,” he announced, his voice hoarse.

You bent your neck down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “I’ll send you some money after he’s gone.”

“Since you’ll be newly single in the next few hours, how open are you to being my arm candy? You wouldn’t have to pay me for disposing of your husband,” Jake proposed.

“As long as you keep fucking me like that,” you honestly answered.

“You just sold your soul to the devil, angel.” His chuckle was low.

“Sweetheart, I’ve seen the devil. You don’t have his smile.”

The conversation was left at that. You gathered your clothes and left Jake.

The next day, your husband didn’t come home from work.

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[waterloggedsoliloquy]

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icicles don't soften when they die! they sharpen into sabers and they stab you in the eye!

i really need to find a way to use Caroline in something again. She's a wonderful antagonist, but she deserves to be a primary antagonist, y'know? She's a bit of a showstopper-- she commands a lot of attention narratively, and when i write her she tends to subsume the story against my wishes GAHAHA. i considered using her for carousel waltz, and i still am kinda, but i want the pink magical girl to be someone i could potentially do without if i end up writing her out-- and i'm too attached to caroline and her complicated relationship w anthea and sicely that if i got started it'd be really hard to take her back out -3-

if she was a dancer, her theme color would be purple, her theme animal would be a snow leopard, her theme flower would be comfrey (panacea), her title would be Lightbringer, and her weapon would be ribbons.

there would be a benefit for her being so disruptive, to the point of being narratively uncontrollable-- she'd be the first character to see through the villains' shit and retaliate against the harm they cause.

i worried at first how ppl would take her, bc oh schizophrenic antagonist, yknow? but shes based on my own experiences with psychosis and the way it made me paranoid and self-destructive and a control freak, and the love and care i deserved then but did not get. (and its not like my protagonists are apsychotic...)

her favorite color is bright lime green (sicely's least favorite color) and she refuses to wear any footwear that isn't this green. Her hair is magically pink. Sometimes she wears costume fairy wings that allow her to fly for real. this art is oooold...

[mermaidinthecity]

I couldn't handle it, I was in Monaco. I couldn't hear what they said on the telephone. I had to sing for the prince in two hours. Sat in the shower. Gave myself two seconds to cry. It's a shame that we die. When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by. Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side. I wanted to go out like you, swim with the fishes that he caught on Rhode Island beaches. But, sometimes, it's just not your time. Caroline, what kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions? All I wanted to do was kiss Aaron Greene and sit by the lake, twisting lime into the drinks that they made. Have a babe at sixteen in the town I was born in, and die. Aaron ended up dead and not me. What the fuck's wrong in your head to send me away, never to come back? Exotic places and people don't take the place of being your child. I give myself two seconds to cry. Let it crash over me like the waves in the sea. Call me Aphrodite, as they bow down to me. Sunbather, moon chaser, queen of empathy. I give myself two seconds to breathe and go back to being a serene queen. I just needed two seconds to be me.

Fingertips by Lana Del Rey

[strawberry-metal]

Download is in the description of this post in my deviantart gallery.

Big ol' updated model pack of my oc, Saki! SDC is 15 years ol, DIU is 18, Adult is 20. Major thanks tonTheBizarreKazeko/@kazekothestrange for creating the SDC and DIU models, and RitaLeader14  for fixing the rigging on these models! This update pack couldn't of happened without them! Thank you both so much!!

Poses are by Snorlaxin, grid is by Touko-p, dome is by hiro K, svssao effect is by Sovoro.

Made a separate model of Adult Saki with the wings because I got lazy and didn't wanna deal with fixing hair physics. The wings are meant to only be used for her ultimate attack or when she's controlling a type b fire.

Sorry for not cleaning the folders up of sphs or toons. This is an update of mostly old models and honestly after how long they've been in production, I rather just release them as is. If the extra stuff bothers you, feel free to delete them.

Please follow the rules!

Rules:

Credit TheBizarreKazeko when using the SDC and DIU models but credit me for the character

Credit me for the Adult model

No VRChat

Ask first before porting models to gmod or sfm

Blender use is fine as long as its kept to your own personal use and you still credit

No redistribution no claiming as your own and no selling the models!

You can take parts

No editing

No R18 no inc*st no p*d*philia!

Do not use the injured face texture on DIU for fetishes what the fuck

Password: Wildfire

She looks best with self shadow off. Only leave it on if you're applying a shader to her that requires the self shadow to be on to look better.

Credits:

All three:

Wings: MMDFakeWings18

Toon: MijumaruNr1

Skin Toon: AceYoen, edited by me

Cloth Sph: AceYoen

Gold hair things: Just recolored hair

Both SDC and DIU:

Face: TDA, edit was taken down and can no longer be found

Hair: MMDFakeWings18

Hair tex: Shioku-990

Eye tex: CarleighE

Face tex- moonuko, edits by TheBizarreKazeko

Base- garbagegobble edits by TheBizarreKazeko re-rigging by RitaLeader14

DIU:

Qipao- Your-friend-Sushi

Shoes, earrings, bubble gum, sunhat- Tehrainbowllama

Hair Accessory- ScarlettAckerman

Sock Lace- Reseliee

Rings- o-DSV-o and NataliS

Back hair- Maddotor2

Socks: Recolored Skin

Injured face texture: IT'SNOTMEOwO

DIU and Adult:

Arm tattoo: roosjuh14290

Hair spikes: MMDFakeWings18

Adult:

Back tattoo: Sairenix

Chinese dress plus texture for the dress and sleeves, heels, and the gold roses on her heels: Kooooi's Chinese Dress Teto, dress texture edited in gimp

Hair buns: Kooooi's Chinese Dress Rin. Originally by Montecore I think.

Stocking: Kooooi's Chinese Dress Miku and recolored skin

Base: TDA Miku

Face: TDA, Angelica-Lime, and Nekasan

Face Texture: Cinnabooty

Eyeshadow: TheBizarreKazeko

Earrings: TwilightDashy/Caroline Sun

Arm Sleeves: elina002

Bangs: I looked for literally an hour and I can't find it anywhere so I can only assume it's no longer for download. That or I'm an idiot who passed by it multiple times. If you know the creator please tell me.

Hair texture: tehrainbowllama

SDC:

Sleeves and dress: MMDFakeWings14

Shoes: Jasperkins and Shiro-NekoVocaloid

Fluff sph: Neverlia

[dee-in-the-box]

have some refs for the guys pre-Everything (aka 1973 Edition™)!

we've got:

- Dee 'n Jack! (plus my headcanon on how her scarf works)

- Peter and Caroline bein' adorable!

- Henry and Dave William!

various fun design things:

Dee has a light pink/lime green color scheme!

Dee's got a cat hair clip!

my headcanon for Dee's middle name is that it's Rainne!

the night/day guard badges at Fredbear's has the initials of the restaurant and a picture of a bear on them. it's the reason Jack didn't have a name badge at that time.

Dee and Jack are both chubby/fat. i'm not elaborating, it's just the Vibes™. also me projecting a tiny bit, but that's besides the point-

Jack and Peter haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in four years now.

Caroline's maiden name is Ellis.

Dave is sort of a snake-human cryptid thing. he's not even sure what he is himself.

the scar on his cheek/chin is from the Wrench Incident with Henry.

I Am Not Drawing Dave's Old Diner Suit Outfit. I Will Not. The Outfit In The Picture Is As Close As I'm Getting For Now.

Henry just dresses in pink 90% of the time. yeah.

Dave's got reptile-like claws for nails. he's also scratching at his arm out of stress in that image. also me projecting a little bit (context: i'll grab at my arms when i'm stressed, and if my nails are long enough, i'll basically scratch at myself as a consequence).

yes Dave has a tail. i'll reiterate: Snakey Boy™.

i'll let you guess what the fuck's happening with Henry and Dave in the bottom image. is Dave anxious about something? trying to bring something up to Henry? who knows, i'll let you come up with that!

anyway, if y'all are curious as to what these lil dudes look like (at least until things go Very Wrong), here they are!

[wonderkat11]

My ideas for Just Dance 2 Animal AU

It’s Raining Men/Lari = Turtle.

TikTok/Kayla = Shiba Inu.

A-Punk/Thomas & Mia = Dog & Cat.

I Got You (I Feel Good)/Benjamin = Kermode Bear.

When I Grow Up/Lady = Flamingo.

Toxic/Ivy = Siamese.

Idealistic/Neona = Bat.

Girlfriend/Amy & Matilda = Fox & Rabbit.

S.O.S./Anzia = Coyote.

Dagomba = Asiatic Golden Cat.

Move Your Feet/Charlie = Iguana.

Proud Mary/Mary = Ostrich.

Hot Stuff/Nelly & Benny = Apes.

Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)/Laura = Hippopotamus.

I Want You Back/Thor = Quagga.

Iko Iko/Arizona = Crocodile.

Katti Kalandal/Veena & Manjul = Elephants.

Holiday/Goldie = Hyena.

Call Me/Samara = Labrador.

Sway (Quién Será)/Arista & Quinn = Swans.

Satisfaction/Isaac = Leopard.

Hey Ya!/Moses = Monkey.

Mugsy Baloney/Nia & Callum = Gazelle & Dolphin.

Baby Girl/Matthew (Matt) = Owl.

Jungle Boogie/Harry = Cheetah.

Crazy in Love/Anjia = Poodle.

Soul Bossa Nove/Aleena & Sam = Parrot & Red Wolf.

D.A.N.C.E./Lime = Toucan.

Sympathy for the Devil/Auli'i = Devon Rex.

Rasputin/Boris = Bull.

Jump in the Line/Caroline & Alexa = Giraffe & Arctic Fox.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go/Eric = Gazelle.

Walk Like an Egyptian/Rula = Camel.

The Power/Khalid = Otter.

Jump/Momoe & Graham = Gray Foxes.

Monster Mash/Frank = Elk.

Take Me Out/Pyra = Octopus.

That's Not My Name/Jane = Rabbit.

The Shoop Shoop Song/Marie & Svetlanta = Gazelle & Coyote.

Cosmic Girl/Mariana = Panda.

Body Movin'/Juliana = Venom Snake.

Viva Las Vegas/Sebastian = Crab.

Alright/Amanda & Dan = Siamese & Monk Parakeet.

Rockafeller Skank/Kevin (Or you can call him DJ DNC3) = Skunk.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?/Rob = Red Wolf.

Funkytown/Oob = Darwin Frog.

Jai Ho! (You are my Destiny)/Kammi = Indian Leopard.

Firework/Icy = Fox.

Pon de Replay/Yui = Hyena.

Barbie Girl/Diva & Rex = Swam & Wolf.

Pump Up the Volume/Mikey = Hedgehog.

Maniac/Isabella = Flamingo.

Born to be Wild/Wolf = Wolf.

Professor Pumplestickle/Zeka & Pumplehead = Coyote & Frog.

Crying Blood/Miranda = Dalmation.

Down by the Riverside/Jennifer = Dove.

Fuetbol Crazy/Alice = Savannah.

Kung fu Fighting/Master Mantis & Dawn = Goat & Tiger.

Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of Monika)/Steve & Elsa = Bear & .

Nine in the Afternoon/Mona & Jake = Cat & Dog.

It’s not Unusual/William = Pug.

Chicken Payback/Louis = Jersey Giant Chicken.

Crazy Christmas/Santa = Reindeer.

Skin to Skin/Perry = Parrot.

You Can’t Hurry Love/Gigi & Lily = Dolphins.

Why oh Why?/Michelle and Howard = Bear & Red Robin Bird.

American Boy/Taio & Julia = Owl & Jaybird.

Come on, Eileen/Soraya & Lucky = Fawn & Mouse.

Song 2/Zack, Bianca, & Josh = Deer, Penguin, & Arctic Wolf.

Spice Up Your Life/Jazzy & Pink = Peacock & Squirrel.

Here Comes the Hotstepper/Shaun = Rabbid.

Movin' on Up/Mindy = Snake.