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imagining frat!peter trying to last longer during sex so he starts to actually watch friends and forgets he’s literally inside y/n and she notices and just goes “…peter?”

the below contains smutty content.

usually there was music playing downstairs and while it was muffled it still filled the room, making it easier for you to confidently whimper and moan like peter loves.

tonight, you had snuck in around two in the morning, (peter’s pissed you didn’t tell him until you called him and told him to open the door cause it was two fucking am and you walked alone) because you were a new kind of desperate, foaming at the mouth with urgency horny. hornier than you’ve ever been in your entire life, obviously, because it made you get out of bed and walk across campus.

“for the love of christ do not tell me you walked here,” was the first thing he told you. your response was giving a sheepish smile and looking down to your feet, your pajama pants wet around the ankles from sprinklers on the campus green.

“my pants are wet,” you pull at the fabric and blink at your boy in the doorway. he sighs, and moves to the side letting you in it’s unusually quiet, while they did whind down during the week, usually one or two people would be up, tonight everyone was in bed.

the second the front door was shut you attacked peter and wrapped your arms around his torso, clinging around his neck. bringing your knee up to tap against his hip, his hand cups under your leg and picks you up, locking your ankles around his back.

“what are you doing here?” not upset, just curious. you’ve never rushed over in the middle of the night before.

in turn you kissed him, so brash it caught him off guard but he returned it. confusion spread as you kissed around his face, thinking of the most plausible thing he makes his grip tighter, his voice soft.

“did you have a bad dream?” your blown out pupils look at his mouth, shaking your head lightly you whisper out a ‘no.’

“then what is it?” his left hand scratches softly at the back of your thigh.

“i’m really horny,” you lick your lips and look at him like, ‘okay, now do something, please?’

peter nearly chokes on his spit, you’ve never flat out asked for it. instead using other signals like licking up his neck, or taking your shirt off and bouncing your breasts at him. tonight you were aching for it, and you were his girl. and he could never leave his girl high and dry.

“and what? couldn’t solve the issue on your own?” he feels you pout into the skin of his neck after you kiss it.

“you just do it so much better, and way less work on my end.”

peter exhales through his nose as a laugh, “i think it was more work to walk all the way here,” you give him a dopey smile, “isn’t it obvious how much i like you?” there were two ways to take the sentence, to protect both parties at stake peter takes it in the ‘wildly horny’ way.

two pats on your backside and you hop down, no other words spoken, just peter extending his arm towards the staircase and gestured for you to go up.

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it was completely silent in his room, every kiss and whimper amplifies from the walls. embarrassed to wake his brothers you have a shy smile, “do you think you can make it like… not so quiet?”

peter’s already half naked, while he pulls away and reaches for his tv remote you remove your shirt and shimmy your underwear off.

hearing the familiar ‘dun dun’ of the app you look up, one row down and one click in was his saved shows and movies. number one was friends, immediately selecting it and pressing play episode from the last time he had it on for background noise.

you chewed on your cheek as he raised the volume, your legs pulled up so your knees were tugged into your chest.

“louder?” peter spoke over his shoulder.

“a little,” he clicks it three more times, you hum, “that’s good.” he tosses the remote to his desk and turns, you spread your legs and grin at him.

he’s right where you want him, he recives the message and slithers back up the bed, his hands wrapping around your knees and hooking them behind his shoulders. peter looks over your slick and blows cold air on it, you jolt and reach out to grab a handful of his hair.

“jesus christ, you weren’t lying.”

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third episode of friends and you can’t remember the last time you had a fulfilling breath of air.

peter’s had you withering on the bed for an hour, taking his time using every part of himself to satisfy you.

tears blister your eyes while you dig your nails into his back, your hips rising from the bed to meet his, peter’s own breath hitched as he fucked into you.

peter pulled back slowly, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his brows furrowed. you know that look, it’s the look that says ‘no, i’m not fucking done yet.’ but you just feel so good, it’s the ‘your pussy is fucking lethal’ look.

catching sight of the TV, he thrust just as slowly as he pulled out, you hiss and pull at the back of his thighs to bring him in closer. when peter doesn’t move you try to do it for him, grinding your hips into his, but his attention is on the tv show, not the person his dick was in.

you whine and pull at his neck, when he gives you reaction you tug lightly on his dangling necklace.

“peter,” you buck your hips up and he gives a pity thrust, it’s enough to make you hum in delight, but he gives nothing else.

“peter, i need you, please?” the last word was in beg of his attention, can’t be he see how much you need him?

“shush, this is my favorite episode,” you grunt when he thrusts as deep as you can take him, while he hums watching monica and chandler kiss for the first time.

“if we switch to doggy will you please fuck me while you watch?”

a deep sigh, “if you insist.”

twenty minutes later you’re lured into sleep while posted on peter’s chest as he drags his hand up and down your naked back, melting in further when you hear him quote along with the show under his breath.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Okay smol little kings, after play time now it's bath time 👀 Wonder how MC and the nobles give their king a shower (is it the correct way to say, bad grammar sr 😭)

Smoll kings propaganda is strong in us 🙏 I bet Avisos' boys love it too, they'd die from happines having Beel in the palace for so long.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan doesn't actually need any bath because you cleverly sent him to play in the sprinklers with Paimon and Leraye in the evening. You expected that when you returned, everything would be ready, but all you found were laughing nobles and a little mud monster. It would take a month to comb the dirt out of his long hair... luckily Sitri had anticipated this and prepared a bath before you even asked him. It took you both a good half an hour to get Satan clean in the shower. Only then did bathing make sense. The kid was so tired that after all he fell asleep in your arms while Sitri was blow-drying his hair.

Mammon is very calm, but the whole bath will turn into a pool party anyway. Have you seen how big the bathtubs there are? It would be a waste to go alone. Besides, the rest of the nobles have no intention of leaving you. Bimet will complain about customers (and gossip with you) over drinks while Valefor and Eligos teach their little king how to swim. Mammon will let them do whatever they want, but he will still glance your way and try to come back sit next to you. As long as you are there, he is happy.

Beelzebub is forbidden from bathing with anyone other than you. He twists nobles around his finger and Bael said he would drown him (we all know he only threatens to do so, but inside he is soft). The shower will be quick and thorough, and you won't even look towards the bathtub, because Beel, even when he's tired, can’t stand still. Why should he take a bath? Dogs bathe with their tongue, maybe Nabe can lick him? You patiently reflect all his childish ideas. He squirms around like a flounder until you wrap him in a towel burrito and go put him to sleep.

Leviathan bathes himself. You can be with him, only you can, but don't get too close. You have a chair by his bathtub, and you make sure he doesn't hurt himself. He washes himself, although the soap regularly slips out. The problem is rinsing the shampoo out of his hair because he doesn't want to let you out of his sight for even a second, lest you accidentally do something suspicious. He was so worried that when you finally rinsed the foam from his hair, he choked on the water. Although quite confused, he didn't cry. Only touched his throat. He holds out his hands for you to help him out and cuddle him as soon as he's dressed in his pajamas.

[imagineanime2022]

S/O With Powers Like Genie

Hawks X Reader, Eraserhead X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I got one the MHA boys Hawk, Aizawa, (maybe add Mr. compress and spinner just for the fun of it?) meet reader, who’s quirk is ‘genie’ but they only just possess the magic part.

(not the rules and everything that came with it)

Keigo Takami/Hawks

🪶 Keigo never usually takes any interest in civilians but when he saw your quirk for the first time he honestly thought that you would be a really good hero. 🪶 You weren’t a registered hero but he realised that you must have lived around the city where he protroled because you always ended up wherever he was, you were as fast as he was, your quirk was more adaptable though and you had saved him as many times as he had saved you. 🪶 When you got to know each other better, you guys became the most chaotic pair around and while you didn’t often have friends around but you were very good at annoying the crap out of pro heroes when you became his assistant. 🪶 You guys are actually dangerous to everyone's health when you're together, the whole agency is terrified when they walk into work and let’s say Endeavour has been over so many times that he knows you by name.

You sat at your desk, you glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. You were about 3 hours into your shift and no one had stormed their way into your office to complain about any of the meticulously set traps from the night before. You and Keigo had spent most of the night messing with Endeavours agency building. You know that they should have found some of the little pranks by now but there was not so much as a phone call. The phone on your desk rang and you raised an eyebrow, a small amount of excitement bubbling up in your check. “Hawks hero agency, you are through to (Y/N) Hawks personal assistant.” You said your normal greeting. “It’s me, you hear anything yet?” Hawks asked. “No nothing yet.” You answered as you scrolled through the emails on your computer “while I have you don’t forget about the meeting in a few hours, I’m sending someone over to take over from you.” “You don’t have to do that, I'll make it.” He promised but you could tell that he was only half paying attention to the conversation, you opened your mouth to say something but then the door leading into the waiting room outside Hawks office opened and Burnin’ came in her eyes finding you immediately. “I think I’m about to hear something.” You mumbled. “Me too.” He said “Keep the line open.” “Can I help you?” You asked. “Every fire extinguisher?” She asked. “What are you talking about?” You asked. “Why did they all explode!?” She asked hands flung up in the air as you smirked at her. “You set the fire extinguishers to explode?” You asked him and he let out a short chuckle which turned into a full on laugh. “You put the sprinklers on in his office every 15 minutes!?” He asked through laughs and you giggled. “I just thought it would be interesting to know what was under the fiery facial hair, plus I moved everything slightly to the left.” You shrugged as Burnin’ raised an eyebrow as you materialised the camera that you had set in Endeavour's office. “Oh you're going to want to see these.” “Hey!” Burnin’ brought your attention back to her as you smirked and snapped a picture of her covered in the foam from the fire extinguisher. “Stop that!” “I would but you just look so amazing.” You smirked as you made the camera disappear. “Would you mind leaving the lobby? We'll be having some people in for a meeting very soon.” “I still have-” You waved your hand when she started talking again and changed her and Keigo’s locations so now he was the one standing in front of you. “Well you're more pleasing to look at.” He smirked as he leaned forward pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m sure I am now, get ready for this meeting please.” You pressed a final kiss to his lips before ushering him off to his office to make sure that he had everything that he needed.

Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

🛏 You had met Shota when he started working at UA, you were good with kids and your quirk made teaching exciting for the kids. Shota didn’t see you quirk as anything more than a magic show for a very long time. 🛏 No one expected for you and Shota to be that close but Mic loved your quirk and dragged him over to talk to you more often than not and you both found that you had more in common then you thought. 🛏 You were popular with all of the kids, calm, kind and easy to talk to. When Shota was given class 1-A he requested a teaching assistant and it was you, that was when he started to see the more versatile uses for your quirk, by this time you had been dating for a long while so Nezu decided that if anyone could work with him it was you. 🛏 Shota really needed you when he finally got Eri though, he never really cared for flashy quirks but he immediately thought of you when it came to making children feel safe and happy.

You had been sitting on the sofa waiting for Shota and Eri to get home, he had told you that there was someone that he wanted you to meet. Shota walked in with a little girl on his hip, she seemed scared “Who’s this?” You asked softly, you didn’t move from your position lounging on the sofa, you didn’t want to scare her anymore. “This is Eri, she’s going to be staying with us for a little while.” He said and you looked at him and nodded as he put her on the floor, she looked around the room before her eyes settled on you. “Can I come over?” You asked, she frowned for a second before nodding, you moved then making sure to properly show your movements as you did, you sat on the floor in front of her. “So you coming for a sleepover?” “Sleepover?” She asked, she twisted her head in confusion and that was the moment that you knew that there was something more to her, there was no girl at the age of 6 that didn’t know what a sleepover was even if they hadn’t been to one. “Mhm, your going to stay with us for a little while, we can watch some movies and maybe paint your nails or something…” You suggested. “I can, watch a movie?” She asked. “Yeah… Do you know what you like to watch?” You asked, she shook her head and you shrugged “then we can look through them once we figure out something to eat.” “Usually I’m only allowed bread.” She mumbled. “I liked apples.” “Really?” You asked as you lifted your hands in a puff of purple smoke, an apple appeared “Here.” “Thank you.” She said softly. “Have you ever had apple pie?” You asked, she only confirmed your suspicions when she shook your head. You smiled as you lifted your hand, opening your fist and showing a slice of apple pie. “Here, try it.” From there the night seemed to go well, you watched some movies and gave her other apple themed confectionery all while Aizawa rolled his eyes, he loved you but your quirk was something that he deemed anyone lucky to be a part of.

Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress

🔮 He saw your quirk for the first time when you got into a street fight, he wasn’t at all going to help, we all know that but he’d point the police in the right direction, however you didn’t need anyone’s help in fact, you caught sight of him across the road and winked before disappearing. 🔮 You frequented the parts of the city that he was often found in and it wasn’t long before you started talking, and you started using your ability to steal from the group that he attracted with his magic tricks. 🔮 You offered to be his assistant when you started to get bored and you were soon known as a pair, that was where your more intimate relationship started to blossom. 🔮 While everyone thought that he was the dangerous one, you would pull the strings in the back and take down anyone that caused trouble.

You realised it a millisecond before anyone else did and in the moment you used your quirk to the fullest of your ability to pull Compress away from Kai, who attempted to use his quirk for a second time, you had seen what was left of Magne. “Thank you my dear.” He breathed as Kai looked at you. “Well, aren't you interesting.” He murmured as Compress linked your hands to stop you from doing anything stupid. “She’s rather interesting…” Compress said “but I’m afraid that my assistant is spoken for.” “You’d be useful.” Kai turned to you. “Come with me.” “You can’t just steal my team members.” Shigaraki glared at him but you smirked as you disappeared from where you were standing and appeared behind Kai. “I have no intention of joining your group.” You informed him as you kicked his knees out from under him guiding him to a kneeling position at the same time that you used your quirk to make the rest of his group disappear “state your terms quickly, I’ve only got about 20 minutes of patience left in me.” “I wanted a meeting, I’ll send a location.” Kai suggested and you looked at him before looking at Shigaraki. “We’ll think about it, send the location and we’ll decide what we want to do.” Shigaraki waved at hand for you to let him go and you immediately did, using your quirk to move him to the same location as the rest of his group. “(Y/N) are you okay?” Compress asked, making his way towards you. “I’m fine, Atsu.” You smiled. “Well then can I say that you put on quite the show.” He smirked, having taken off the mask now that there was no one apart from the league around. “You enjoy it.” You teased leaning forward. “Alright quit it, you aren’t the only ones in the room.” Dabi said. “Aww burner boy, you jealous?” You teased as you pressed a kiss to Compress’ cheek and pulled away. “Do we have a new location to travel to, we should probably head there if we do.” “Yes.” Shigaraki said “We’ll once they’ve given over the location of the meeting.” “Yes sir!” You gave a teasing salute, as he rolled his eyes before Compress pulled you away to stop you from pressing the volatile young adults buttons any further.

Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner

🦎 You had known Spinner since you were kids, you’d often beat away the bullies that tried to bring him down. 🦎 When Spinner decided that he was going to be a villain you just followed him, with no one else to call a friend you’d follow him anywhere. 🦎 Spinner loved your quirk and spent the majority of his time making sure that no one got too close to you when you were fighting, he knew that you worked better at a distance. 🦎 You guys were rarely apart, you were so aware of each other that you never let anything happen to the other but Spinner just loved watching you because you power was gentle and devastating all at the same time.

You were in Redestro’s hideout, Spinner was sitting on the sofa with you laying next to him with your head on his lap “(Y/N)!” Toga called as she shuffled over. “Yeah?” You asked turning from tracing shapes on Spinners hands to look at Toga who was holding her hands out to you. “I wanna change my nails.” She mumbled. “To what?” You asked. “Red.” She answered and you raised an eyebrow before swiping your hands over hers and changing the colour of her nails. “Thanks.” She smiled as she ran back over to Twice as they continued talking, you smiled softly as you continued to play with Spinners fingers. “God, they're all so weird.” You heard one of Redestro’s men mumble and you stopped what you were doing. “Don’t do it.” Dabi mumbled from his place across from you. “She's going to do it.” Spinner sighed as you lifted your head. “He’s right, I’m gonna do it.” You winked before you stopped the culprit in his tracks. “What was that you just said?” “Hey let him go!” His friend ordered walking towards you but Spinner lifted his large sword to point it at the one approaching you, it was in this moment that everyone who knew both friend and unfortunate acquaintances realised how strong you were together, with Spinner sat on the sofa leg spread and one arm behind the sofa while the other held his sword steady at the man’s throat, while you hadn’t moved from your reclined position but had perfect control of the situation. “Apologise.” You ordered “both of you.” The one you had control of was the first to apologise. “S-sorry.” He ground out through his teeth and your eyes shifted to his friend. “Sorry.” He finally said and you both looked at him and smirked. “Next time you misuse your tongues I’ll take them so be careful with your words.” You warned them before waving them both away. “Was that necessary?” Dabi asked as he looked at you. “Wholly no one talks about any of us like that, I’ll make sure of it.” You promised, pressing a kiss to Spinner’s hand as he pulled your hand up to his face where he pressed a kiss to your hand a silent reminder that he loved to watch you work and would for years to come.

Request Here!!

[dark-romantics]

INTJ: empty elevators, old buildings and spirales staircases, puzzles, deep meaningful conversations, museums, alone time, any time between 12am-5am, sarcasm, earphones, science, big libraries, bookstores, the smell of books, rainy days, thunderstorms

INFP: Smiles directed at strangers, cuddles, vivid daydreams, sunlight streaming through windows, an autumn palette, messy buns, glasses that slide down your nose, half-written stories, sea-foam green, a large coffee mug filled with tea, constellations, window seats

ENFP: bulletin boards with inspiring quotes, humming along off-key beneath your breath, bare feet on hot sand, pinterest projects, improvised road trips, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, silly nicknames, sugar rush, compliments from strangers, good morning texts

INFJ: deeply meaningful conversations, contemporary art galleries, bookstores and libraries with high ceilings, writing and reading poetry, handwritten love letters, art-house films, psychology, stationery stores, the vastness of the universe, bottled messages, automatically reading others' souls

ESTJ: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines

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ENFJ: the leaves as they change colors, comforting words in the middle of the night, swimming with dolphins, self compassion, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can't help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug

ESFJ: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing art a crosswalk, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children's laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

ISFP: curling up with a book by a fireplace, cozy blankets, charcoal drawings, hot chocolate, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, the night sky, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

ISTJ: finishing homework right away, instruction manuals, calm before the storm, hugs when you most need them, graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

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ISFJ: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly's wing, rocks in a stream

ESTP: bruises on knees, an adventurer through & through, adrenaline rush, a mischievous grin, spontaneous, party animal, likes to be center of attention, nurturing and selfless, fearless, spends 80% of their time online, big on physical touch, gets out of trouble very easily, flirty af

ISTP:

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Vulnerability

[prompt, crying in front of the other for the first time]

In retrospect Hawks knows that this is probably the only way Dabi would ever cry. After laughing so hard his face was splitting and tears formed from laughter first. 

Theres not much to say, or do. Besides let the other collapse fully and curl into a ball as he sobs. “It’s Okay’, isn’t appropriate when it’s really not. When Dabi’s whole life is coming down and there’s nothing he can do.

Dabi lets out a scream and Hawks flinches. 

The flames start after and it’s no wonder Dabi burned alive the first time he unlocked them. With how hot they are and how fast everything starts on fire. Hawks can’t think of what to do besides dump water on all of it. On Dabi himself. It barely slows him down. The water evaporating in seconds as he sobs. The floor around him is a scorched circle and its only getting worse as the screams dont stob. Sobbing open mouthed and clutching at himself, Hawks can’t stand it but he can’t do anything either.

The sprinklers flick on and start dousing everything in water. Which is what finally kickstarts Hawks brain into getting the fire extinguisher. Spraying Dabi he coats him in the flame resistant foam until the extinguisher is empty and Dabi is silently sobbing, wet hiccups coming out of him as his stomach turns and he coughs up blood and bile.

Endeavour is dead. Touya is dead. 

Enji Todoroki died of a heart attack and all the statements his children had given were of hysterical laughter. 

No one could believe that he died of a brain hemorrhage of all things. Just suddenly and without cause. Collapsed and was dead within minutes.

Hawks sinks to his knees and wraps his arms around Dabi. The ice cold foam hot where it touches Dabi’s skin. 

[possibilistfanfiction]

I'm already laughing at any social media posts ava and bea might have, the internet woso gays would go so wild for them

[little ch4 preview]

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you’re at dinner, sitting by yourself because you’d gotten there a little late. you don’t mind it: you like the quiet, and you’re reading a new series of essays in german you’d been waiting to dig into since ava gave it to you a week ago, when your phone dings.

instagram: avasilva has tagged you in a post.

you take a deep breath — shaky, and so sure — and then click on the notification. it’s a carousel of pictures of your time in the alps: the field in early morning light; the view of the lake from your deck, the mountains glittering double in the distance; a pile of pastries ava had come home with one morning; ava with her favorite regulars at the bar you’d dance at. the seventh picture is of the two of you laughing, a ball between you, your foot up on it and your hands on your hips, ava in a sports bra and your shirt faithfully tucked in. hans had taken it, one day, just before ava had convinced him to turn the sprinklers on so you could run through them after you’d finished training, barefoot and free. it doesn’t mean anything, really, if you weren’t paying attention, but you had shared your home with her. you’re looking at her like you’ve never wanted anything else in the world: ava silva and football and the hazy summer sun.

avasilva had the best off-season convincing @beatricexin to take a break from running around with a ball & instead try every croissant in the alps 💅 i can’t wait to play for everyone soon, lfg!!

it’s funny, and endearing, and you did in fact eat a lot of croissants. you like the photo and ava sends you a text with a string of emojis that are mostly hearts and smiley faces, a random planet and dog thrown in, and a few mountains. 

i love you too, you text back. in bed that night, you think of how ava’s unabashed joy had turned your life on its head: you want and want and want, now, without remorse, something other than football. something bigger than football. 

bea <3 <3 <3 (9:06 pm)

Hello, is it okay if I post something? I can send you a draft.

Ava (9:08 pm)

yeah!!!!!!!!! of course :) as long as it’s not a nude do your thing ;) those stay between us

you roll your eyes but don’t let your hidden folder of nudes ava does enjoy sending you distract you from the soft pictures you’d taken of her one night, as the sun was setting. she’s wearing a hoodie — one of your hoodies — and shorts, her cap on backwards, barefoot, doing silly tricks in the small patch of grass behind your lakehouse next to the deck. you had asked her how, after all the complaining she did during training, she still wanted to be playing football right now, and she had laughed and flicked the ball over her head, then trapped it deftly. ’training is football,’ she’d said, ‘but this is fun. the beautiful game, bea. don’t forget.’

you pick your favorite: ava smiling at her own trick, standing still with the ball balanced on her foot, the hydrangeas around the same purple as the dusky sky. your instagram really is only pictures of you playing or sponsored content, most of which zuri posts herself or sends you copy for. there’s the occasional picture with your teammates after you’ve won something, but — your life has expanded far beyond your carefully pressed kits and the six foam rollers in your home gym, the stack of tupperware in your fridge. 

beatricexin Jogo bonito @avasilva

ava calls you laughing, delighted, and then tells you all about her day; you turn off all of your instagram notifications and fall asleep to the sound of her voice.

[lonestarflight]

The Original Crew of Gemini 9

"Portrait of the Gemini 9 prime and backup crews. Seated are the Prime crew consisting of Astronauts Elliot M. See Jr. (left), command pilot, and Charles A. Bassett II, pilot. Standing are the backup crew consisting of Astronauts Thomas P. Stafford (left), command pilot, and Eugene A. Cernan, pilot."

The original prime crew of Gemini 9 (GT-9) was to be Elliot M. See Jr., command pilot, and Charles A. Bassett II, pilot. They were a part of NASA Astronaut Group 2 "New Nine" and Group 3 "The Fourteen", respectively, and this would have been their first spaceflight. On February 28, 1966, about four months before their scheduled May 17 spaceflight, they and the backup crew flew in two T-38s from Houston, Texas to St. Louis, Missouri. They were there for two weeks of simulator training for rendezvous and docking procedures, and to inspect their Gemini spacecraft at the McDonnell Aircraft plant.

"See and Bassett flew in one Northrop T-38A Talon jet trainer, tail number NASA 901 (Air Force serial number 63-8181), with See at the controls and Bassett in the rear seat. A second T-38, NASA 907, carried Stafford and Cernan in the same configuration. Weather at Lambert Field in St. Louis was poor, with rain, snow, and fog, broken clouds at 800 ft (240 m) and a cloud ceiling of 1,500 ft (460 m), requiring an instrument approach. When the two aircraft emerged below the clouds shortly before 9 am, both pilots realized that they had missed the outer marker and overshot the runway.

See then elected to perform a visual circling approach, a simplified landing procedure allowing flight under instrument rules, as long as the pilot can keep the airfield and any preceding aircraft in sight. The reported weather conditions at the airport were adequate for this type of approach, but visibility was irregular and deteriorating rapidly. Stafford began to follow See's plane, but when he lost sight of it in the clouds.

Astronaut Elliot M. See Jr. inside Gemini Static Article 5 spacecraft prior to water egress training in the Gulf of Mexico.

"As See and Bassett’s jet vanished from sight, Stafford barked to Cernan in his backseat: 'Goddammit, where’s he going?' It was the last they ever saw of their comrades."

"Stafford instead followed the standard procedure for a missed approach and pulled his aircraft up, back into the clouds for another attempt at an instrument landing.

See completed a full circle to the left at an altitude of 500 to 600 ft (150 to 180 m), and announced his intention to land on the southwest runway (24). With landing gear down and full flaps, the plane dropped quickly but too far left of the runway. See turned on his afterburner to increase power while pulling up and turning hard right. Seconds later, at 8:58 a.m. CST, the plane struck the roof of McDonnell Building 101 on the northeast side of the airport. It lost its right wing and landing gear on impact, then cartwheeled and crashed in a parking lot beyond the building which was in use as a construction staging area."

"The wreckage of their T-38 training jet, covered with firefighting foam. The jet clipped the roof of Building 101 with its right wing, then skipped twice along the roof before plunging into a construction yard nearby and exploding."

Both astronauts died instantly from trauma sustained in the crash. Inside Building 101, 17 McDonnell employees and contractors received mostly minor injuries from falling debris. The crash set off several small fires inside the building, and caused minor flooding from broken pipes and sprinklers. Stafford and Cernan didn't see the crash and made an instrument landing 14 minutes later. They were asked by the control tower, “Who was in NASA 901?” Stafford replied back “See and Bassett." They were told that McDonnell Aircraft Corp. had a message for them. "A few minutes later, as Stafford opened his canopy, there was James McDonnell ('Mr. Mac' himself, aviation pioneer and founder of McDonnell Aircraft Corp.) waiting for them. In solemn tones, he explained that See and Bassett were dead."

"A truck slowly pulls the Gemini IX capsule past flags at half staff at a McDonnell parking lot on March 2, 1966, in memory of the two astronauts who were to have flown it into space."

See, 38, had been a civilian test pilot and the married father of two girls. Bassett, 34, an Air Force pilot, left a wife, a daughter and a son.

"Alan Shepard and Deke Slayton flew to St. Louis to lead an investigation. Their closed investigative hearing was held in Building 101. On May 27, their report cited deteriorating weather conditions and a descent that was too steep for See to pull out."

The backup crew, Thomas P. Stafford (left), command pilot, and Eugene A. Cernan, pilot.

"The promotion of Stafford and Cernan from backup to prime crew meant that a new backup crew was required. Jim Lovell and Buzz Aldrin were originally the backup crew for Gemini 10. This is significant as the standard crew rotation meant that a spot on the backup crew of Gemini 10 would have placed Buzz Aldrin on the prime crew of the non-existent mission after Gemini 12 (the crew rotation usually meant that after serving on a backup crew, an astronaut could expect to skip two missions and then be on a prime crew). Being moved up to the backup crew of Gemini 9 meant that Aldrin flew as part of the prime crew on Gemini 12, which played a major part in his selection for the Apollo 8 backup and Apollo 11 prime crews, ultimately making him the second human on the Moon."

-Information from Wikipedia: link, link

NASA ID: S66-15620, S66-28075, S66-15622, S66-15621, S65-28456

source, source

[anusmitha]

https://unicotrading.net/fire-extinguishers.html

[arminizewithme]

Rain Room Cosplay Photoshoot 🌧

Hey Tumblr! I did a cosplay photoshoot in a rain room studio back in June of 2022. I've posted the final photos, but I also want to talk a little about the logistics and experience, because I enjoy reading that kind of thing. Finding interesting places and ways to take photos is one of my favorite parts of cosplay.

My photographer friend announced that they were booking the studio and offering shoots. I had finished my Adam cosplay from Sk8 the Infinity, and I was immediately intrigued. Sk8 has an iconic scene where Adam gets caught in the rain, so I thought this would be a great match. Plus the studio had red and blue lighting options, which match his outfit, so I thought that would look amazing.

(^ photo by @neon-frills ) Once I had the shoot booked, I started thinking about the logistics of getting my costume wet. Most of it would be fine: the fabric parts could all be washed and dried, and the foam armor was sealed and waterproof. The only issue would be the wig. Getting a styled wig soaked would definitely ruin it, and I really love the styling I had done. So I sprung for a backup.

I bought a short blue wig and styled it to look like Adam's wet hair look. (After the shoot, I washed it out and it's ready for a new project. I'm planning on using it for teen Ainosuke, eventually-- waste not!)

I took a bus to the studio (in NYC), and my look was Interesting. I wore most of the costume there and brought the rest, putting on the wig, jacket, and armor once I got there. I also brought a change of clothes, a towel, and a big water resistant tote bag (for carrying my wet stuff out of there). The studio did have a changing room, but I wanted to show up as prepared as possible.

And then we shot! It was a lot of fun. I did indeed get soaked but it was so worth it. The water was lukewarm and pretty tolerable (since people are meant to stand under it for a while). We also had options to change the sprinkler patterns and lighting. Thank you to my wife for taking these majestic bts pics.

My photographer friend is ChezPhoto, mostly active on instagram so check them out here! They do amazing work.

And that's about it! I've used all 10 photo spots on this post, so I'll reblog with the final photos. :> Let me know if you have any questions, and thanks for reading!

[eviltiddyproductions]

on most days of my life I absolutely hate and will complain to anyone who listens about dramas releasing weekly (because I am an impatient monster) except the day my show releases!

it’s my demon fridays besties !!!

love the fact that it’s a Friday Saturday release schedule so that I can cry a bit more for my Sunday sadness moments

the intro cut from yoojung’s eye to song kang is so beautiful actually

LMAOOO I forgot how during the weekly release pattern you sometimes lose the rhythm of the show for a second because Do Dohee going with the tv tropes classic ‘everyone I love is dead’ 😔😞😭 made me just bust out laughing 😭

and you’ll die because of me too! 😔

‘i don’t care’ 👿🤷‍♂️

two gorgeous people kissing

the droplets suspended in the air looks so beautiful

aww they look adorable! wet little puppies 😭

medical undressing but with actual dressing time 🩹

oh they’re making out again, that’s actually pretty realist for kdrama standards 😂

most of them go designated kiss over, back to talking; here they’re actually making out again, like normal people do

song kang has a heart warming smile

lmfaoooo we went from fun time to eerily creepy clock room

we’re back in their room and i adore them !!!

my man went from ‘humans suck! losers!!! boooo 🍅🍅🍅 to they’re not that bad actually, love is kinda cool and i sorta get them and while we’re at it can i get a couples set dinner with my wife?!’

and let me just couple bike with my wife as well!

i will always be a sucker for anyone who’s down for cheesy things! #mypeople

wait woah my sister was going that in heels !!!

this fuckass quality…. giphy you will crumble !!!

they’re actually truly having the world’s most loveliest date. just having fun and taking walks and admiring the breeze !

same sister, if I saw someone that beautiful irl I’d also thank them 😭 [context : guwon says thankyou to the barista for his couple coffee set and she’s like no thank you 😻]

him saying do dohee always takes me out

they’re so cute y’all, they’re slow dancing

i’d be kinda surprised if there’s no criminal from the eldest son’s family like they rank a little higher on the possible murderer scale for me than everyone else. seems misleading rn because all shows tend to do this but y’all need to be in checked 😭

my short term memory is memorying because I was wondering why he was following her into her office and then remembered he’s her bodyguard 💀

I mean she didn’t have to give up everything but if it makes her happy!

two gorgeous people in one frame!

y’all are not subtle at allll with the wrist thing at all 😭 how many times has the seokhoon seen it already?

I adore the wolf gang lmaooo

lmaoooo they’re so dramatic, I love them!

the beautiful theatre dancer has a point and doesn’t have a point at the same time 😭 jin gayeong you’re beautiful, go live your life !!!

my sister said one shot while all she poured miss shin was foam 😭

miss shin I <3 u

doo hee the nut job 💀

lmaooo did he rush to her because he was happy to be called husband lmao, my man looks shook seeing them drunk 😂

he said my wife is embarrassing let me take her home and then she called him a blinding sun and he just glowed (he’s just like me fr)

all of the happiness and love he was uncomfortably bottling up inside in denial is coming out right now and I love it.

she could ask him for a toothbrush and he’d give her a loving smile and do it

cuties

poor boggy I omg 😭

your honour, this demon is whipped !!! 😭💞

the bag on his neck lol

it has taken me over an hour atp to finish this episode lmao maybe I could’ve written this later

miss shin is a mood

my wolf gang is back

the dad’s just laughing after choking someone ? 😭 this family…

it’s always fun to watch the murderers be hunted 🤷‍♂️

oh he killed his mom too, he was my first guess but the son was a strong case too

this cartoon villain ass laugh

my married lovebirds have a pretty strong knit game like his cardigan rn and hers during the sprinkler kiss scene

slay you found the bug

the wife seems normalish compared to her son and husband

damn did they vanish because of the card thing

woah

him knocking at the cardboard door 😭

did they fumble the continuity or something changed when they were walking at the bar because our homeless mystery queen’s teeth are back to normal rn

is she god

need that snapping finger power so bad like I also want a galaxy in my room thankyou

butterflies just follow song kang in tv shows

the second male lead kinda needs to let it go, bae it’s not that serious

why would the theatre girlie just tell that to him flat out 😭

honeymoon period over

[shiorihyuga]

Steadfast Hearts

In the aftermath of global war, alliances are forged, and new bonds are tested. Dr. Tiana Belrose, a brilliant Androsian engineer, arrives in Paradis with cutting-edge technology, her country's hopes on her shoulders, and a guarded heart. Her brilliant inventions are the reason why Marley invaded and ravaged her country, but Tiana refuses to sit back and do nothing.

Assigned to be her personal guard, the stoic and battle-hardened Captain Levi Ackerman is known for his discipline, but as they spend countless hours together, he finds himself drawn to the woman he’s sworn to protect.

In the midst of battles against Marley, political intrigue, and the weight of their responsibilities, an unexpected romance begins to blossom between two unlikely hearts. As tensions rise on the battlefield and within their own ranks, Levi and Tiana must navigate their feelings in a world that doesn’t allow for weakness.

Love was the last thing either of them expected to find in the midst of war, but it may be the only thing that saves them.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Levi stood just outside Tiana’s workshop, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on her as she bent over her workbench, tinkering with a contraption that looked both intricate and, quite frankly, dangerous. The device was a jumble of gears, wires, and small metal parts, all connected in a way that seemed almost haphazard. Next to her, Demetri hovered, his mechanical eyes flicking between the contraption and Tiana’s face, his expression one of curiosity mixed with a hint of apprehension.

Levi’s brow furrowed, a familiar knot of concern tightening in his chest. He had seen Tiana work on countless inventions before—gadgets, tools, even small machines that could make life a little easier. But this… this looked different. It looked unstable, unpredictable. Dangerous.

“Are you sure that thing is safe?” Levi asked, his voice carrying a note of caution as he stepped further into the workshop, his eyes never leaving the contraption. 

Tiana glanced up, her eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of mischief. “Of course, it’s safe,” she replied with a grin, waving a hand dismissively. “I know it looks a little… unconventional, but trust me, I’ve got it all under control.”

Levi’s expression remained skeptical, his gaze shifting from the device to Tiana and back again. “I’m not so sure about that,” he muttered, his tone dry. “It looks like it could blow up any second.”

Tiana laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh, come on, Levi,” she teased, her voice light. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Levi’s frown deepened. “I prefer to keep my adventures outside of your workshop,” he replied, his tone flat but his eyes glinting with a touch of humor.

Tiana chuckled, her hands deftly adjusting a small dial on the side of the contraption. “Relax,” she said, her voice soothing. “I’ve done this a thousand times. It’ll be fine.”

But as soon as she said it, a loud pop echoed through the workshop, followed by a burst of sparks. Tiana’s eyes widened, and Levi’s instincts kicked in. He moved forward, his hand reaching for the fire extinguisher mounted on the wall just as a small flame erupted from the device.

“Get back!” he ordered, his voice sharp as he yanked the extinguisher off the wall and aimed it at the flames. The white foam sprayed out, coating the contraption, but the fire seemed to resist, growing larger, licking up toward the ceiling.

Demetri, ever the observant assistant, quickly assessed the situation. “Deploying emergency sprinklers,” he announced, his voice calm. And with a quick click, the sprinklers embedded in the ceiling burst to life, raining down a steady torrent of water over the entire workshop.

Levi continued to fight the flames with the extinguisher, his jaw set, his focus unwavering. But as the water poured down, soaking him to the bone, he couldn’t help but notice that Demetri had somehow managed to produce several umbrellas, which he held strategically over himself and the nearby tech equipment, keeping both dry. Tiana and Levi, on the other hand, were left fully exposed to the downpour.

Tiana sputtered, water dripping from her hair and clothes, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and incredulity. “Demetri!” she exclaimed, her voice half-laughing, half-scolding. “You couldn’t have at least covered us?”

Demetri’s mechanical eyes blinked, his expression unchanging. “Water is not fatal to humans, Dr. Belrose,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Protecting the sensitive equipment takes precedence.”

Tiana stared at him for a moment, her mouth hanging open, and then she burst out laughing. The sound was bright, infectious, filling the water-soaked workshop with a kind of absurd joy. Levi, still holding the fire extinguisher, couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at the corners of his lips. He hadn’t seen her laugh like that—so freely, so genuinely—in a long time.

He set the extinguisher down, the flames now completely out, and turned to Tiana, his eyes softening as he watched her laugh. Her hair was plastered to her face, her clothes clinging to her body, and yet she looked… beautiful. Radiant, even. 

Tiana caught his gaze, her laughter fading into a soft chuckle as she took a step closer to him, her eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something deeper. “Well,” she said, her voice still light, teasing, “that didn’t go exactly as planned.”

Levi shook his head, his smile widening just a fraction. “You think?” he replied dryly, his tone warm despite himself.

Tiana moved closer, the distance between them shrinking. Her eyes searched his, her expression softening. She reached out, her hand tentatively touching his forearm, her fingers lightly brushing against the wet fabric of his sleeve. She could feel the firmness of his muscles beneath, the strength that seemed to radiate from him even in the most unexpected moments.

Levi stiffened slightly at the contact, his breath hitching. He wasn’t used to being touched—especially not like this. It was… different. Her touch was soft, almost hesitant, yet there was a warmth to it, a familiarity that made his heart beat a little faster.

Tiana’s fingers slowly moved up his arm, tracing the contours of his muscles, her touch gentle, almost reverent. She felt a thrill of excitement, a mix of curiosity and desire. She wanted to be closer to him, wanted to feel the warmth of his body against hers. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the hesitation, and it only made her want to reach out to him more.

“Levi,” she whispered softly, her voice barely more than a breath, “it’s okay.”

Levi’s eyes met hers, his expression guarded but not unkind. He could feel his heart racing, could feel a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreading through him at her touch. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to respond. This was new territory for him, uncharted and unsettling.

But as he looked into her eyes, saw the sincerity there, the quiet understanding, he felt something inside him shift. He wanted to trust her, wanted to let her in. He wanted to explore this, whatever it was.

Tiana took another step closer, her hand moving up to his biceps, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said softly, her eyes never leaving his. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Levi swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry despite the water still dripping down his face. He could feel her warmth, could feel the closeness between them. He didn’t know how to navigate this, didn’t know how to be… close. But he knew one thing: he didn’t want her to stop. He didn’t want her to pull away.

He took a slow, steady breath, his hand lifting slightly, hesitantly, until it rested on her waist. He could feel the damp fabric of her shirt against his skin, could feel the warmth of her body beneath. It was… strange. Unfamiliar. But it wasn’t unpleasant. It was… comforting.

“Tiana,” he said softly, his voice steady, his eyes searching hers. “I’ve… never done this before.”

Tiana’s expression softened, her smile gentle, understanding. “I know,” she whispered, her hand moving up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. “And that’s okay. We can take it slow. We don’t have to rush anything.”

Levi nodded slowly, his hand tightening slightly on her waist, drawing her just a fraction closer. He could feel her breath against his skin, could feel the warmth radiating from her. And for the first time in a long time, he felt… at peace. 

Tiana took a slow, steady breath as she stepped closer to Levi, closing the small gap between them until her chest was pressed against his. She could feel the warmth of his body seeping through the wet fabric of their clothes, could feel his heart beating in time with hers. Her own heartbeat quickened, a soft flutter in her chest as she felt the firmness of his muscles against her softness. She wanted to be close to him—closer than she had ever been to anyone before. 

Levi stiffened at the contact, a flash of heat shooting through him as he felt her soft breasts press against his chest. His mind was suddenly overwhelmed with memories—vivid, unbidden images from that day in the shower when he had seen her naked for the first time, her skin glistening with water, her body so breathtakingly beautiful. He had never allowed himself to dwell on it, had pushed the memory aside, buried it deep where it couldn’t distract him. But now, with her pressed so close, he couldn’t help but remember.

His breath hitched, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air beside her. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know where to put his hands, how to respond. He wasn’t used to this—wasn’t used to being touched, to being this close to someone. He had spent so long keeping people at a distance, building walls around himself to keep everyone out. And now… now she was here, so close, so warm, breaking through those walls with a gentle persistence he wasn’t sure how to handle.

Tiana sensed his hesitation, saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the way his hands hovered unsurely at her sides. She felt a surge of tenderness, a deep, aching empathy for this man who had never known the comfort of another’s touch, who had never allowed himself to be vulnerable. She wanted to show him that it was okay to let go, to trust, to feel.

“It’s okay, Levi,” she whispered softly, her voice soothing, her hands moving up to gently guide his around her waist. “You can touch me. It’s okay.”

Levi’s fingers tightened around her waist, his grip tentative at first, then firmer as he felt the solidness of her beneath his hands. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He could feel her warmth, her softness, the steady rise and fall of her breath. It was… overwhelming. Overwhelming in a way he had never experienced before. 

Tiana’s hands moved up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his collarbone. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body seemed to tremble under her touch. She wanted to ease that tension, to show him that it was okay to let himself feel, to let himself be vulnerable.

“Just breathe,” she murmured softly, her voice a gentle whisper. “It’s just a hug, Levi. Just… breathe.”

Levi tried to focus on her words, tried to steady his breathing, but it was hard. His mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest. But as he held her, as he felt the softness of her body against his, he felt a flicker of something—something like a distant, long-forgotten warmth. A memory of his mother, holding him close, her arms wrapped around him in a gentle embrace. It was a memory he hadn’t allowed himself to recall in years, a memory that had been buried beneath layers of pain and loss. But now, with Tiana in his arms again, it came rushing back once more, vivid and raw.

He tightened his grip on her waist, his arms wrapping more securely around her, pulling her closer. He could feel her breath against his neck, could feel the softness of her hair brushing against his cheek. It was… comforting. More comforting than he could have ever imagined.

Tiana felt his arms tighten around her, felt the way his body seemed to relax, just a fraction, against hers. She smiled softly, her head resting against his shoulder, her own arms wrapping around his back. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, beneath her cheek, could feel the way his breath came in slow, steady exhales. 

“You’re doing great,” she whispered softly, her voice barely more than a breath. “You’re doing just fine.”

Levi closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him, letting himself sink into the moment. He had never felt this before, this strange mix of vulnerability and comfort, this unfamiliar warmth that seemed to spread through him, easing the tension in his muscles, calming the storm in his mind. He didn’t know what to do with it, didn’t know how to process it. But he knew one thing: he didn’t want this to end. 

He rested his chin on top of her head, his eyes still closed, his breath steady. He could smell the faint scent of her hair, could feel the softness of her skin against his. It was… nice. More than nice. It was something he hadn’t realized he needed, something he hadn’t allowed himself to want.

“Tiana,” he said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper, his lips close to her ear. “I… I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know… what I’m supposed to do.”

Tiana smiled against his shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his back. “You don’t have to do anything, Levi,” she murmured softly, her voice gentle. “Just… let yourself feel. Let yourself be here. With me.”

Levi took a slow, steady breath, his grip on her tightening slightly. He could feel his heart racing, could feel a strange, unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. He didn’t know what this was, didn’t know where it would lead. But he knew one thing: he wanted to explore it. He wanted to see where this could go.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her even closer, his breath steady, his mind finally quiet. He didn’t have all the answers, didn’t know what the future held. But in this moment, with her in his arms, he felt… whole. He felt… alive.

…

The night was quiet, the stillness of the Scout Regiment headquarters broken only by the distant sounds of wind rustling through the trees and the occasional creak of wooden beams settling in the cool night air. Levi stood just outside Tiana’s quarters, his back against the stone wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He stared out into the darkness, his gaze unfocused, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations.

He was supposed to be focused, supposed to be alert, keeping watch for any threats that might approach. But tonight, his mind kept drifting back to the workshop, to that moment—that hug. 

He could still feel it, still feel the way her body had felt pressed against his, the way her softness had molded against the hard lines of his frame. He had never felt anything like it before. It had been… overwhelming. Disorienting. And yet, at the same time, it had been strangely comforting. 

Levi closed his eyes, letting out a slow, steady breath. He could still feel her arms around his neck, the gentle weight of them, the way her fingers had brushed against the nape of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. He had never realized how sensitive he was there, how much a simple touch could affect him. 

He swallowed hard, his throat tight, his heart beating a little faster at the memory. He could still smell her, that subtle, lingering scent of lavender and something else—something uniquely hers. It had filled his senses, wrapping around him like a warm, comforting blanket. He had never noticed how much he had missed that—missed the scent of someone close, the warmth of another body near his. 

The way she had pressed against him, her chest flush against his, her heartbeat steady and strong beneath his touch. It had been… intoxicating. He had felt a heat spreading through him, a strange, unfamiliar sensation that had started in his chest and radiated outward, flooding his veins, warming him from the inside out. He hadn’t known what to do with it, hadn’t known how to handle it. But he hadn’t wanted it to stop. 

He had felt her breath against his skin, soft and warm, each exhale a gentle caress that sent a shiver down his spine. It had made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to feel. He had spent so much of his life building walls around himself, keeping everyone at a distance, never letting anyone get too close. But with Tiana… it was different. She had a way of breaking through those walls, of reaching him in a way no one else ever had.

He opened his eyes, his gaze drifting to the door of her quarters, the soft glow of candlelight visible through the small crack beneath. He wondered if she was still awake, if she was thinking about the hug, too. He wondered what she thought of him—what she saw when she looked at him. Did she see the same hardened soldier everyone else did? Or did she see something more? Something deeper?

He didn’t know what to do with these feelings, didn’t know how to process them. He was used to burying his emotions, to pushing them down where they couldn’t distract him. But now… now it felt like they were bubbling to the surface, refusing to be ignored. 

He thought back to the way she had looked at him, the way her eyes had been so soft, so full of understanding. She had seen through him, seen past the stoic exterior, past the hardened soldier. She had seen the man beneath, the man who had spent so much of his life alone, who had never allowed himself to be close to anyone. 

And she hadn’t pulled away. She hadn’t pushed him aside or turned him away. She had reached out to him, had offered him something he hadn’t even known he needed. Comfort. Understanding. A connection.

Levi’s fingers tightened slightly on his arms, his breath steady. He didn’t know what to do with that. He didn’t know how to be close to someone, how to let someone in. It was new, unfamiliar territory. And yet… he wanted to explore it. He wanted to see where it could go. 

He glanced back at the door, his gaze lingering on the soft glow of candlelight. He wondered if she was thinking about him, if she was lying in bed, unable to sleep, her mind racing with the same thoughts, the same feelings. He wondered if she felt the same pull, the same connection.

Because for the first time in a long time, he felt… something. Something more than just the weight of his duty, more than just the burden of his responsibilities. He felt… alive. And he wasn’t going to let that go.

Not for anything. 

As he stood there, the night stretching on, the quiet enveloping him like a comforting blanket, he allowed himself a small, tentative smile. He didn’t know what the future held, didn’t know where this would lead. But he knew one thing: he was ready to find out. He was ready to take that risk.

And as the hours passed, the stillness of the night settling around him, he kept his watch, his mind still filled with thoughts of her, with the memory of her touch, her warmth, her presence. 

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                            𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

                            𝐑𝐄𝐃

wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

                          𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams

                           𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍

marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grottos / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

                          𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

                          𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

                            𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

cloudless sky / ocean waves / winter dusk / deserted rest stops / dust filled book jackets / sea salt in your lungs / open space lofts / mountainside meditation / empty ski lodges / calm before storms / electric charged air / lighthouses / road trips with no destination / desert skies / summer breeze through a cottage window / cool air against water soaked skin / seaside towns during off season / wind-chimes / big bed with lots of blankets / coming home after a long time away / a wolf howling in the distance / fingers dancing along spine / a hug from an old friend / afternoon tea / wild flowers off abandoned highways

                            𝐑𝐄𝐃

wine soaked lips / internalized rage / blood on knuckles / four poster beds / barefoot on marble floor / velvet drapes / lipstick marks / murder mysteries / old barns with hay lofts / mouth full of weapons / possessive love / dark chocolate / apple orchard visits / handwritten letters / fresh strawberry fields / cherry flavored chapstick / soft candlelight / vintage pumps / tingles over your body / strong but gentle hand around your throat / scarf tied over your eyes / fog on a rainy night / intimate bar settings / complete destruction / kiss swollen lips / scratches against flesh / sitting by a fireplace / blood orange sunsets

                          𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

community gardens / sunflower seeds / open fields / blowing dandelion fluffs / bubbles in spring / warm champagne / drafty cottages opened after winter / soft buzzing near your ear / loose braids / flaxen sundresses / handmade straw hats / warm butter on fresh toast / daisy chains / drum circles / sun on your face / maypoles / outdoor festivals / street food / car shows / pop art drawings / fruity flavors / mist on produce / running through sprinklers / cucumber water / wrap around porches / worn pages of a book / honey in tea / yard sales / freckled skin / tarnished gold lockets / angel food cake / windmills / flashlight beams

                           𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍

marshy swamps / cajun recipes / haunted graveyards / old road signs / the house people tell stories about / lights flickering / jazz music / twig snapping / campfires / ghost stories / urban exploration / vines creeping up brick / wooden flutes / quiet forests / labored breaths / hiking trails / rain on leaves / bonfires / fresh smoothies / water logged grottos / painful whispers from jealous lovers / successful business ventures / leaky cellars / park theater productions / mint scented lotions / ambitious promises / pine needle covered floors / oil lanterns / aloe on warmed skin / crushing floral foam / forgotten towns

                          𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

crinkle of leather jacket / midnight walks / bulbs burning out / black lacquered nails / the sound of bats screeching / distant marching band music / noises when you’re home alone / blood soaked knife / dark lipstick on pale skin / scent of sulfur / soot on boots / slasher movies / glint of cat eyes in the dark / oil slicks on dark asphalt / basement bedrooms / investigating a noise / grainy camera footage / black and white photos / dust filled attics / empty theaters / whistling in the middle of the night / scratches at your window / wrought iron gates / lace neck ruffles / long floor sweeping skirts / broken music boxes / needle scratching on vinyl / lost memories / disembodied voices / forgotten faces

                          𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

crisp scents / laundry on a line / fleece blankets / brightly lit hospital rooms / empty train stations / genuine laughter / feathers against skin / new life / cotton dresses / log cabins in winter / swan gliding through water / harp music floating through the air / plane rides for fun / mountain tops / ice sculptures / first snowflake of winter / linen freshly pressed / the scent of a running dryer / vanilla and cinnamon milk / a smile from a stranger / letters in the mail / a longing finally satiated / kiss of moonlight on skin / fresh canvas / snow glittering like diamonds / paint strokes / pretty lie told from a kind mouth / sparklers / coffee foam art

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[sy666th]

Hymn To Satan

(Giosuè Carducci, 1863)

To you, creation’s mighty principle, matter and spirit reason and sense

Whilst the wine sparkles in cups like the soul in the eye

Whilst earth and sun exchange their smiles and words of love

And shudders from their secret embrace run down from the mountains, and the plain throbs with new life

To you my daring verses are unleashed, you I invoke, O Satan monarch of the feast.

Put aside your sprinkler, priest, and your litanies! No, priest, Satan does not retreat!

Behold! Rust erodes the mystic sword of Michael and the faithful

Archangel, deplumed, drops into the void. The thunderbolt lies frozen in Jove’s hand

Like pale meteors, spent worlds, the angels drop from the firmament

In unsleeping matter, king of phenomena, monarch of form,

Satan alone lives. He holds sway in the tremulous flash of some dark eye,

Or the eye which languidly turns and resists, or which, bright and moist, provokes, insists.

He shines in the bright blood of grapes, by which transient joy persists,

Which restores fleeting life, keeps grief at bay, and inspires us with love

You breathe, O Satan in my verses, when from my heart explodes a challenge to the god

Of wicked pontiffs, bloody kings; and like lightning you shock men’s minds.

Sculpture, painting and poetry first lived for you, Ahriman, Adonis and Astarte,

When Venus Anadyomene blessed the clear Ionian skies

For you the trees of Lebannon shook, resurrected lover of the holy Cyprian:

For you wild dances were done and choruses swelled for you virgins offered their spotless love,

Amongst the perfumed palms of Idumea where the Cyprian seas foam.

To what avail did the barbarous Christian fury of agape, in obscene ritual,

With holy torch burn down your temples, scattering their Greek statuary?

You, a refugee, the mindful people welcomed into their homes amongst their household gods

Thereafter filling the throbbing female heart with your fervor as both god and lover

You inspired the witch, pallid from endless enquiry, to succor suffering nature

You, to the intent gaze of the alchemist, and to the skeptical eye of the sorcerer,

You revealed bright new heavens beyond the confines of the drowsy cloister.

Fleeing from material things, where you reside, the dreary monk took refuge in the Theban desert.

To you O soul with your sprig severed, Satan is benign: he gives you your Heloise.

You mortify yourself to no purpose, in your rough sackcloth: Satan still murmurs to you lines from Maro and Flaccus

Amidst the dirge and wailing of the Psalms; and he brings to your side the divine shapes,

Roseate amidst that horrid black crowd, of Lycoris and Glycera

But other shapes from a more glorious age fitfully fill the sleepless cell.

Satan, from pages in Livy, conjures fervent tribunes, consuls, restless throngs;

And he thrusts you, O monk, with your memories of Italy’s proud past upon the Capitol.

And you whom the raging pyre could not destroy, voices of destiny, Wycliffe and Huss,

You lift to the winds your waning cry: ‘The new age is dawning, the time has come’.

And already mitres and crowns tremble: from the cloister rebellion rumbles

Preaching defiance in the voice of the cassocked Girolamo Savonarola

As Martin Luther threw off his monkish robes, so throw off your shackles, O mind of man,

And crowned with flame, shoot lightning and thunder; Matter, arise; Satan has won.

Both beautiful and awful a monster is unleashed it scours the oceans is scours the land

Glittering and belching smoke like a volcano, it conquers the hills it devours the plains.

It flies over chasms, then burrows into unknown caverns along deepest paths;

To re-emerge, unconquerable from shore to shore it bellows out like a whirlwind,

Like a whirlwind it spews its breath: ‘It is Satan, you peoples, Great Satan passes by’.

He passes by, bringing blessing from place to place, upon his unstoppable chariot of fire

Hail, O Satan O rebellion, O you avenging force of human reason!

Let holy incense and prayers rise to you! You have utterly vanquished the Jehova of the Priests.

("Witches' Sabbath" - Francisco Goya - oil painting on canvas, 1798: Musée Lázaro Galdiano, Madrid)