#ginger drew ale

[mariasont]

They Think I'm Pregnant - A.H

a/n: i feel like this is kind of shitty but alas here we are!

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pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: the team thinks you're pregnant and you decide to have a little fun with it

warnings: reader is not preggers promise!, honestly the team gossiping is so lol, suggestive content per usual

wc: 1.3k

"I mean she has been kind of moody lately."

The gasp that rose in your surprise was quickly smothered as you pressed yourself against the wall, pushing into it as if that would make you invisible somehow.

"Well, interestingly enough, there has been considerable growth in her chest area. It's due to elevated levels of estrogen and progesterone, which I've noticed with her." Spencer stopped abruptly, the sound of Morgan's muffled laughter in the background. "I'm not saying I make a habit of such observations. Okay, um, don't tell Hotch I said that."

Casting a skeptical eye down your shirt, your frown deepened. Sure, your boobs had grown, but that was a testament to a little happy relationship weight, not the fodder of their theories. 

"Nice one, kid," came Rossi's voice, and you could almost see the smirk on his face.

"Oh my gosh, guys, this is like, the best news ever! A mini-agent in the making! Can you imagine how cute she's going to be? I'm going to get her the cutest  outfits!"

"Garcia, how do you know it's going to be a girl? Did the baby send you a text?"

The baby? Was rational thought absent among them? It must be. You crossed your arms defensively.

"Okay, maybe we should pump the breaks everyone. Why do we even think she's pregnant in the first place?"

JJ—your voice of reason. You could kiss the ground she walked on.

"I'm just putting two and two together. She walked out, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash that wasn't there before."

Your eyebrows drew down, and the increasing shuffle from the room prompted you to make a beeline for Hotch's office before anyone saw you snooping. But in your defense, Emily snooped first.

The moment the door clicked shut, you lunged for the blinds, bypassing any attempt at a greeting with Aaron. The blinds clattered shut, so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

"Honey, what are you—?"

His words hung unfinished as you whirled around, pressing your pointer finger to your lips as if he were a kindergartner about to walk down the hall.

"They think I'm pregnant!" you hissed indignantly, jabbing a finger toward the door as if it were a portal to the rumor mill itself.

His face drained of color as his eyes darted from your face, down to your stomach, and finally rested on your tits. "Are you?"

You slapped his shoulder. "No!"

"Then why do they think that?"

You recounted every piece of evidence  they had collected, giving special attention to Spencer's bodily hypothesis as a subtle form of retaliation.

"He said what?"

You laughed, draping your arms around his neck as you made yourself at home on his lap. He leaned back in his chair, arranging you so your legs were stretched out across his lap.

"Focus," you said desperately. "They think I'm pregnant."

"Sweetheart," he chuckled, his hands finding their way to your waist. "Does it really matter what they're assuming?"

Your lower lip jutted out, fingers threading through your hair as you mulled it over.

"You're a genius." Your arms were around him in an instant once again, leaving a big, messy kiss on his cheek as you hopped down from his lap and strode towards the door.

Who cares if that's what they think?

So, you devoted your day to your greatest talent: stirring the pot. If they were set on believing you were pregnant, why should you interfere? Better yet, why not enjoy their theories and have some fun along the way?

You pulled every trick in the book.

In the morning, you bolted from the briefing room with a hand clamped over your mouth, you later reappeared, ginger ale and crackers in tow--which you knew JJ would understand. No one said a word.

In the afternoon, you turned up your nose when Emily offered you coffee, which in turn caused her eyes to bulge out of her head, but still she said nothing.

In the evening, you staged a sudden craving for the strangest of snacks, convincing Spencer of your dire need for pickles dipped in peanut butter. You sent him on a wild goose chase for it, and he did it, no questions asked.

All of these, as some would say--childish antics, lead to a big pile of nothing because no one was brave enough to just ask you.

So now that you were all gathered around Rossi's living room, with the day's efforts in vain, you were forced to drastic measures. 

The wine glass was mere inches from your lips when the whole lot of them were up in arms--a blabbering, spiraling mess.

Garcia, her mouth a perfect 'o' of scandalized red, was quick to wrestle it from your grasp, hoisting it just beyond reach as Morgan promptly confiscated it, placing it atop the tallest bookshelf, as if you were a child meddling with contraband.

"What are you thinking?"

"Are you crazy?"

"What are you doing?"

"Hotch, do you see this?"

Their words bombarded you all at once, a rapid-fire of overlapping sentences that was impossible to decipher. A giggle escaped you, hand instinctively rising to your lips. Sure, you had braced for a reaction, but this was beyond anything you had imagined.

You played dumb, your head canting to one side as your brows contracted. "What?"

You basked in Aaron's exasperated eye roll, his hands coming together as if in prayer while he let you revel in the moment. He was a good man.

"What do you mean what? I love you so much, but you have to be out of your mind," Garcia probed, her hands clutching on to her necklace as she looked side to side at the others.

You opened your mouth, ready to provoke her further, but Spencer beat you to it.

"Given the potential impact on blood volume and plasma osmolality, it's really not advised to drink alcohol, considering your condition," he said, fidgeting with his tie while nodding to your belly.

"What condition?"

"Oh, come on! We found your pregnancy test in the trash today!" This time it was Emily speaking, her hands on her hips as she gave you a knowing glance. She quickly muffled her exclamation. "Hold on, you've told Hotch, right? If not, I'm prepared to get on my hands and knees and beg for your forgiveness if necessary."

"You all are ridiculous!" you declared, rising from the couch and moving toward your abandoned wine. Aaron was quicker, offering the glass to you. "I'm not pregnant, and if you nosy nellies had bothered to ask rather than speculate, you'd know that.”

You took a large gulp of your wine. For emphasis. Your colleagues' mouth hung agape, all but Rossi, who smirked and toasted to the absurdity with his whiskey.

"You heard us?"

"Reid, let's just say, I'd appreciate if you would reserve those observational talents for the case files, not on my girlfriend's anatomy," Hotch suggested, the warmth of his hand seeping through the fabric at your back as he casually sipped his scotch.

You watched Reid's complexion turn a spectrum of pink hues, his apology barely above a whisper as laughter bubbled around us. 

"Wait so then whose pregnancy test did I find?" Emily's words caused a collective breath to catch, glances shifting suspiciously around the room.

JJ's hand shot up, laughing as Garcia barreled into her side, arms wrapping around her before she could even get the admittance out. The room buzzed with congratulatory cheers, everyone sharing hugs and kisses as JJ told the story.

Aaron chose that instant to lift his hand to his neck, his lips meeting yours in a kiss so gentle it turned your insides to jelly. He eased back, his breath mingling with yours as he mumbled, "you know, the idea of you pregnant...it's not something I'm opposed to."

You let out a soft giggle, nestling your head against his chest, the steady beat of his heart bleeding into your ear. Your gaze drifted to your friends, toasting with raised glasses--minus JJ--with laughter and chatter filling the air.

"Is that so? Cravings, mood, boobs and all?"

You felt the rumble of his chuckle through his chest, the sensation tingling against your cheek. "All of it."

Rising onto your toes, you reached up to cradle his ear, lips grazing lightly against it. "How about we head home and practice? And then if you put a ring on it, I’ll consider it.”

That was the first time you had Irish goodbye-d a party.

[luvsfics]

SERENDIPITY CH. 3 — house of the dragon

Jacaerys Velaryon x Stark!Reader

[ Sexual tension, innuendo ]

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Description: As Lord Cregan Stark’s most trusted adviser and sister, she had stayed by his side as the prince of the realm made his petitions for support of his mothers claim and to help aid their side in the war. Though, the prince had more of an effect on the younger stark sibling than the other.

series warnings: sexual descriptions, angst, adultery ??, death, violence, sexual tension, and more.

The scent of Lavender filled the air of the chambers as the Lady Stark sat in the warm water of her bath, her nerves on edge for the night to come. Arina sat near the tub, scrubbing her lady’s arm.

“Don’t be so nervous, my lady. He is just a man.” Arina attempted to soothe her nerves, yet to no avail.

“I know, i cannot understand what is wrong with me. I am usually very well with men.” Lady stark took joy in toying with men who saw her for only her beauty, she drew them in close before letting them feel her brother’s wrath.

Both her and her lady-in-waiting found amusement in seeing how far the men would go for her just because she was a beautiful woman. Men only think with their cocks, not their hearts. And she wanted a man that was the opposite and who would love her for who she really was.

“I cannot wait to see this mysterious prince who caught the eye of my lady.” Arina smiled before her lady rolled her eyes, giving her a smile.

“Men are the easiest thing to swoon when you are beautiful, beauty is the most dangerous power in the world.” Arina said.

Lady stark hummed in agreement before casting her eyes on her lady-in-waiting. Her beautiful ginger curls and gorgeous blue eyes made her the most unique woman in winterfell. She was a kind woman, taking care of everyone around her. In some ways, the Lady Stark looked up to her.

“Alright, let’s get you dress.” She said as the lady stood from the bath, revealing her bare body to the woman in front of her.

“Not meaning to be crude, my lady, but with a body like yours, you shouldn’t have much troubles with attracting the prince.” Arina winked at the bare woman before they both bursted into laughter.

Arina wrapped a robe around the woman as she sifted through her wardrobe, pulling out a beautiful black dress.

She smirked at the dress in hand, “this should do just fine.”

The lady stark giggled at the woman, feeling rather excited for the feast after all.

Chatter and laughter filled the hall. Cregan and some men and the prince sat at the end of the hall at the long table filled with delicious foods and ale. With introductions and jokes filled the air, the prince felt at ease with men around him.

Though, the Lady stark caught his eye as she and her lady-in-waiting walked into the hall. He had never seen beauty as rare as hers. Though he was betrothed to Baela, and she was a wonderful girl, he couldn’t help but fawn over the Lady stark.

“They call her the winter beauty, y’know. She really is the most beautiful girl in the north. Took all the looks from her mother and Lord Stark here is stuck lookin’ like his father!�� The men boasted with laughter as Cregan smiled and scoffed at the joke.

The men began talking of Northern women as the two came over, Her lady-in-waiting falling into the arms of her husband, a man with dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes.

The Lady Stark pressed a kiss to her brother’s cheek before sitting beside him, the opposite side from the prince.

“Before our Lord Stark here wed, he was a real ladies man!” A man said, shaking Cregan from his shoulders.

“Tell the prince, M’lord! Northern women fuck like mad women! Best feelin’ in the world!” Another said, all the men laughed as they chugged their ale.

The prince’s gaze met the Lady Stark’s, though, hers was already on him. A curious look casted on her face, as if she was trying to read him.

His mind became flooded with the idea of her beneath him, or perhaps on top of him. The dress she had on made her breasts look amazing, as they practically spilled out of her top. The explicit thoughts about her made him feel terrible, how could he think about a woman that had been nothing but kind to him like that?

He quickly tore his gaze from her and chugged the ale in his jug to ignore the growing bulge in his breeches, groaning as he was finished with it. The men around him cheered, proud of the prince’s efforts.

What he didn’t know was that the Lady was imagining some of the same thoughts he was. Her small clothes becoming damp with her arousal. She gulped at the feeling, becoming more aware of her surroundings as she became hot with all the people around her.

“So, how is it up south, my prince?” One of the men asked. Jace was glad for the distraction, “Much warmer than this climate, I’d say.”

“Too cold for the princeling?” A woman asked from a man’s lap.

“The prince is a dragon. Dragon’s thrive in heat. I wouldn’t think you’d understand.” Spoke the Lady stark, defending the man from the teasing joke.

His head whipped towards the woman, as did everyone else’s. Everyone astonished at her sudden quip.

Jacaerys had never felt more desire for a woman as he did now. All manners and restraint he had learned from his mother were mere seconds from being thrown out the window.

She quickly rose from her seat, whispering an excuse before racing off to her chambers. The arousal she felt was eating at her, wanting to crawl out of her like a beast.

She panted out heavy breaths as she reached her chambers, feeling feverish as the prince plagued her thoughts.

Her lady-in-waiting rushed in just moments after. “What happened?” She said as she took her hands into her grasp.

“Why do I feel such things for a man I just met? He must have bewitched me!” She sighed as she sat down at the bench in front of her bed, bringing Arina with her.

Arina giggled at her lady’s jest. “Everything will be alright, my lady. You cannot hide from your feelings and desires.” She said as her lady laid her head on her shoulder.

“I have never felt this way for anyone..” she pouted. Arina silently laughed, “Love is a silly thing, my lady. It is the most confusing yet most wonderful thing. Even in the earlier stages.”

“It is not love, Arina. It is just a silly crush!” She rose her head from her shoulder.

“Whatever you say, my lady.”

[ TAGLIST 💌 : ] @aegonswife @melsunshine

[seat-safety-switch]

When I was a kid, the only silver lining of staying home sick was getting to watch daytime television. Yes, sure, I didn't have to go to school, but I was spending that not-school time being sick as hell instead of doing cool BMX stunts with my friends, which is what I would have preferred. Game shows helped salve that particular wound.

While chewing on saltine crackers and trying to drink the ginger ale that my mom had meticulously stirred the bubbles out of before heading off to her Narcotics Anonymous® meeting, I would try my best to follow the intricate rules of the shows. Luckily for me, the producers knew that they could never make things too complicated for the humble viewer, so being zooted out on cough syrup didn't even slow my comprehension down that much. And if nothing was going right and I didn't understand the show in my haze of contagion, I'd just do what the average person does when confronted with something that makes them feel dumb: push the "change channel" button.

Historians picking through the detritus of polite society have remarked on how impressive it is that the humble game show has survived to the present day in our increasingly fractalized entertainment landscape. Maybe to them, it is surprising that a competition over limited resources – but unlimited fame – is appealing to broad swaths of the great unwashed. To me, it makes complete sense. Getting to watch some relatively dumb-assed dude completely skunk an easy opening question on Wheel is great human drama in a bite-size portion. Even though I'm not smart enough to get all these other literate questions, I would have definitely been able to spell "chalupa," what a moron.

Do I watch game shows now? No, absolutely not. I don't have a television anymore. And before you think I'm one of those folks who brags about it, come on over to my place. I don't have electricity, either. When I get sick nowadays, the only way I can entertain myself is by going out into the back yard and seeing which squirrel is willing to take a peanut out of my hand. Sometimes I like to put on my announcer voice, and then pretend I'm Pat Sajak, or on my weaker days, Drew Carey. That additional entertainment helps make up for the fact that I arbitrarily decide which squirrel goes hungry for reasons that are unclear even to me.

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[therapardalis]

[Half-assed barely plotted thing for @templeofvengeance.]

Petrie Museum of Egyptian Archeology ... evening ...

Thera couldn't deny she'd been looking forward to this. Ever since the word had come around of a new visiting exhibit she'd been keeping a weather eye open, quietly using her credentials to gain access to the research department and, by the time the prize of the collection arrived no-one really noticed her sticking around after dark.

But now the familiar sarcophagus lay in pride of place in the main hall, its legendary golden Tablet behind the protective ropes alongside. Thera took a second to check over her shoulder to ensure that the security guards weren't around, then popped her head around the door. "Hey, kiddo," A call and a whisper all at once as she slipped into the otherwise quiet hall, "welcome back to merry England." She held up a bottle of ginger ale, "I brought you something for the jet lag."

Silence.

" ... Ahk?" Eyes flicked to a window to confirm it was dark outside, and a frown began to form. While she wouldn't blame him for being unhappy to be there ... it was also very quiet all around. Huh ... Thera frowned, moved closer to the Tablet; maybe a key was out of line? With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was alone, she reached over the rope barrier to touch the gold ... and snatched back as if stung.

That wasn't ... Not stopping to look again she climbed all the way over the rope, squinted at the Tablet close-range. The texture was wrong, the keys didn't move ... Thera drew back, brows low and an uncomfortable feeling in her gut.

This is a fake ...

[talshiargirlfriend]

Babes, please tell me I absolutely do not need or want to write an AU fake dating fic with SpecialAgent!T’Pol…

The likelihood of me following through is incredibly low so I’m just going to put this here:

“You’re gonna act tipsy? And come home with me tonight?” he stared at his dance partner in shock.

“Slightly impaired, yes. As will you. To aid in the appearance of a ‘whirlwind romance.’”

Trip blinked. Was it possible to hear air quotes?

“No way. I am not taking a drunk Vulcan home.”

“I will not act drunk, merely slightly more emotionally demonstrative than is typical,” T’Pol clarified.

“I’m not sure humans will understand the subtlety there, darlin’. They’re gonna think I took advantage of you. You’ll just have to succumb to my charm, I’m afraid,” he flashed her a smile.

“And you think people will believe you charmed a Vulcan into engaging in a sexual relationship with you?” She did not look convinced.

He cocked his head to the side and ran his tongue along his bottom lip slowly, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

She stumbled a step but her recovery was so quick he only noticed it due to the slight increase in pressure of her hand in his. Were all Vulcans this graceful, or was this just another area in which T’Pol was particularly impressive?

“You have mated with a Vulcan?” she asked in an intense whisper.

He leaned in close enough to speed up her pulse as well as the rumours that were already circulating before murmuring against her ear, “Well, no, but I had you going, and you’re a lot more skeptical than most folks.”

Her brows drew together in disapproval, “You needn’t mock me, Charles. I am simply attempting to provide an effective cover for my continued presence at your side, for your own safety.”

“Hey, I’ve told you, it’s Trip, and I’m not making fun of you. I just don’t think it’s that far-fetched that we could have gotten attached after working together these past few weeks. You’re brilliant and beautiful, and I have it on good authority that I ‘possess some positive attributes,’” he did his best impression of her dry delivery.

She pressed her lips together in amusement, “You do.”

“C’mon then, let’s take a break.” His breath stirred her hair as he whispered, “I’ll buy you a ginger ale and we’ll convince everyone here you want to go home with me stone cold sober.”

Dark eyes met blue, and it was a very convincing act.

“Very well.”

[heroofshield]

Whumpcember Day Two- Sickness (Clintasha, G, No Warnings)

@whumpcember

In hindsight Clint should have seen it coming.

They were in Amsterdam, trying to ferret out an arms dealer, and it was his first time in the city. Normally he was able to understand the layout of a place pretty quickly, but for some reason struggled with the numerous bridges and bicycle friendly layout. He'd be minding his own business on the sidewalk and then a bike would appear out of nowhere, nearly clipping him in the process while acting like he was the problem.

Tired and fully in a bad mood, Clint decided to return to the safe house and pulled out the burner to text Natasha that he was on his way.

--

Natasha heard the door to the safe house open and walked into the main room, pausing when she saw Clint. "What happened?" she asked, taking in his sodden appearance.

Clint shivered as water continued to drip down him and puddle on the floor. Drawing his arms across his chest, he chattered out, "Fell into the water."

"I can see that...but why?"

"Because...this goddamn city and it's 'bike only' bridges that aren't clearly marked!" Clint felt his cheeks heat up with the frustration he still felt and tried not to shiver even more but it was hard.

"Why don't you dry off before you get sick and I'll find a back-up outfit." Natasha said, disappearing for a moment and reappearing with a towel outstretched towards him.

Clint took the towel and started to dry his hair off. As he finished, a sneezed escaped and they both froze. "It's a just a sneeze, doesn't mean anything." he sniffed while wrapping the semi-wet towel over his back.

"Yeah." Natasha nodded as Clint squeaked his way through the apartment towards the bathroom.

--

Clint tried to stifle another sneeze but failed. Reaching for the box of tissues, he grabbed one and blew his nose for what seemed like the thousandth time. Blowing his nose, he threw the tissue away and leaned back against the pillows-hating that he was sick.

Feeling his face burning, Clint grimaced slightly as he swallowed and felt his sore throat protest at the action. Closing his eyes, he tried to relax and rest while Natasha was out but couldn't. Letting out a huff, he slowly got up and shuffled into the bathroom-hoping that another hot shower would loosen some of the congestion.

Natasha let herself into the safe house and heard the sound of running water. Setting the bag on the table, she starting checking the surveillance recordings as the water stopped and after a minute the door opened.

"Feel better?" she asked, partially taking off the headphones and semi-concentrating she scrubbed through the audio feeds.

Clint let out a grunt which was followed by a cough.

"I got some soup."

There was a pause, followed by a sniff.

"Chicken noodle. Actually found a cafe that had pretty decent reviews of it. Luckily we're here on a day when they serve it."

The sound of shuffling drew nearer and Natasha spared a glance to see a slightly haggard looking Clint going for the bag on the table. Pausing the recording and fully taking off the headphones, she stood while saying, "And some ginger ale. The bubbles will help with the congestion. Or at least that's what the internet says. Later I'll make some hot lemonade and honey if you want it."

Clint opened the soup container and closed his eyes as the warm steam wafted towards him. "Thanks." he rumbled out before taking a small sip.

Natasha let a small smile appear and placed a comforting hand on his back. "You're welcome."

[borbology]

idk if anyone has asked this before but may i ask for some knight headcanons? specifically sword and blade,,?👀

YESSS I have been waiting for this ask! I have a lot of hcs about Sword and Blade that I'd love to share. GET READY FOR A LONG POST!

To start off, I have the post where I drew what I think they look like under their armor (I also birthed this cursed image).

First of all, and as much as I love them, I think Sword and Blade didn't get a big enough personality in the anime. If I were to describe them in my hcs, I think that Sword is generally the more chill one out of the two. He strikes me as the kind who is easy to hang out with, but he can be unexpectedly funny or stubborn at times. Sword is more gentle with the way he speaks, whilest Blade is bri'ish and has an ocassional potty mouth (says wanker and consistently gets away with it because no-one knows what it means). Because Blade has a harsher voice in the dub that somehow makes me want to make him the bolder one of the two. He's the one who's more likely to express himself. We gotta hear more of that hilarious voice afterall lol. In making his design I gave him his one eye that he has in the game sprites. I've really enjoyed drawing him very expressive so I decided to make him a creechur with big emotions.

I love thinking about how they interact with eachother. I see them as brothers. They've been through a lot, love eachother, but also get into shenanigens and bother each other sometimes.

Their relationship is both endearing and hilarious. Between the two of them, Blade is actually the older one -- I decided that because it's funnier if he's the eldest even though he's shorter. At this point they wouldn't know what to do with eachother. I think that they share a room next to Meta Knight's quarters, and that they have bunk beds. I actually have a sketch of their room that I want to finish someday soon.

As for their personal lives, it's important to me that characters have substance which makes them feel like real people, so when I make my own characters I always give them five things to help with that -- hobbies, desires, a favorite food and favorite drink, a birthday, and trivia (some little traits that have no real impact on the character in their story but still exist and are interesting). This is something I love doing and my autism always has me making lists/filling out self-made questionares for characters. I highly reccommend it, it's fun as Hell and a useful tool for writing character.

Sword:

He can play guitar and he likes music in general. Once I decided to give him antenna I thought it would be neat because bugs hear by picking up vibrations, so the vibrations of music are probably very pleasing. He also likes to watch sports because he has become quite athletic since training under Meta Knight.

He is happy with the state of his life but once he feels like the timing is right he wants to find a girlfriend. My man has been alone too long. Part of this is because he feels like he missed out on getting to experience relationships when he younger (due to the war). He'd like a girlfriend, but he's somehow embarrassed to talk about it and he worries how Blade would feel if he spent some of time with another person.

Sword likes comfort foods like macaroni and cheese. He enjoys the taste of ginger ale because it makes him think of the ginger beer they sold at home (whatever the kirby universe's equivilant to australia is lol)

His birthday is June 14th (I do have a system for how I pick chracter birthdays btw but I'm not willing to share it you just have to trust me)

For trivia, he likes cats, and he's allrgic to peanuts

Blade:

He likes to relax in his off-time and scientifically the best way to do this is by playing Animal Crossing, so I gave him an Animal Crossing town because I love Animal Crossing. It'd be funny if there was a game in the Kirby universe where you played as a cappy or something in a village of creatures like Rick, Kine, and Coo. He also likes to practice baking (he and sword said in the anime that they both always wanted to be cooks, but they were too afraid to tell this to meta knight. plus its fun for him to watch meta knight eat all the treats and still somehow try to deny he has a sweet tooth lol)

Blade, unfortunately, is British - which means that he, unfortunately, likes British food. He will eat beans on toast and make everyone around him uncomfortable. As for his favorite drink... peach nectar lol (bugs love sugarsugarsugar)

His birthday is March 9th (don't question meee)

For trivia, he likes dogs (its funny if he is a dog person while sword it a cat person). He's got just the one big eye so cats give him allergy. I also subscribed to the idea of him being trans because of the difference in his voice between the sub and the dub versions of the anime. Just this alone comes with its own set of hcs I won't get into here.

Lastly, I felt the need to dive into their history. Their backstory about being survivors of the war and having to resort to robbery to survive is so interestingly tragic and something I feel like people don't pay attention to enough when it comes to portraying them. They had to have homes and family and friends that they both lost before happening upon each-other and deciding that two is better than one when it comes to staying alive in the barren hellscape that they now roamed. I plan on making some art about this topic in the future so I'll leave out my hcs for now.

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS

[vixenscratch]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

@prismatoxic tagged me, and I'm pretty okay with an excuse to share my writing.

“Last I saw him, he was asking, uh…” He struggles recalling the name; there’s simply been too many of them, and few of them as unique as Ferret’s frankly peculiar nickname. “He asked his husband for ginger ale. I don’t know if that helps any. It’s been a little.” “It might, thank you. Victor, would you?” His relatives scattering on a mission he doesn’t understand, Lucas is left standing alone in a sea of people. The feeling of being overlooked, invisible, rises again. Like it doesn’t matter how hard he tries, he still won’t matter to, really, anyone here. Or anyone at all.

I'm feeling generous so you're getting a few short paragraphs. (I agree with Tox, more fun this way!)

I am not, however, tagging anyone. Telling people to do things makes my anxiety go brrr. You wanna do it, go do it! Pretend I tagged you if that validates you.

[thecheshirerat]

Dear Aubrey

(danbrey fic for @tazsapphicweek ! this has been so fun. I'll put it on AO3 if anyone wants, but idk how collections work. also the prompt was technically "home" but I've done like three based on that prompt so...)

Dear Aubrey, 

Do you know how many casserole dishes I’ve washed for the privilege of control over the TV? Jake said that if I keep putting on Supernatural I’ll owe him three bags of the fancy squid chips he likes just for his suffering. 

That’s not it. 

Dear Aubrey, 

I’ve been watching Supernatural. You were right, it’s pretty good. 

Dammit. 

No. 

Dear Aubrey, 

They didn’t have TV shows in Sylvain. You know that. You’ve been there. But of the three that I’ve encountered so far, Supernatural seems pretty good. Definitely better than streaming old episodes of America's Test Kitchen, which is all Barclay wants to watch.

FUCK.

Dear Aubrey, 

Do you know how many perfectly good sketchbook pages I’ve spent, trying to draft a proper letter to you? 

I know you’re not, like. Living far away. You’re going to be back in a few hours, actually, probably, unless you’re killed, but I don’t think you will be, and then you’ll eat something terrible for you and pass out like, two floors above me. 

Maybe I could pass this to you through the vents. 

Did you know that passing notes between bunk beds is common to both our worlds? Sometimes I imagine you’re in the bunk above me, and we could just, talk. In the darkness. About everything. 

The truth is, I’ve got a lot to say. But you’re not here, so I’m writing it down. In my sketchbook. I really should buy a notebook or something. 

Goddamnit. 

I could’ve sketched so many cedar branches on this. 

Dear Aubrey, 

This is going to sound insane, but you smell like home. A little smoky, a little like flash-paper, but there’s also this strong ginger smell. That part is familiar. It’s orange and spicy and makes my teeth flinch in their illusion. 

When you walked by the other day it felt like every spark of heat in my body rushed towards you, like there’s a current between us. What do you guys call it, bird bumps?

For a moment, I was just, frozen. And then you looked over my shoulder at the vase of flowers I was drawing and said something like, “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” And you joked that I could make hundreds of dollars online if I drew Deacon Winchester. Your hand brushed my shoulder, and all the warmth came back, just like that. 

I’ve never felt anything like it.

Well, I have. You know about the crystal, right? It felt kind of like touching that. 

God, Dani. Don’t bring that into this. 

Dear Aubrey,

I’ve spent so long trying not to stand out.

I can have my identity, so long as it's quiet enough that no one looks too closely. 

I can doodle on the cover of my sketchbook. I can be the quirky alt girl who doesn’t have her license at the age of… what age do I tell people. I don’t even remember. I can stare into the mirror, smiling at the freckles that show up on my nose, and people will forgive me for not wearing makeup, but they can’t see my skin when it glows, they can’t see my teeth. They must never see my teeth. 

You, on the other hand. Your flashy gestures, your vibrant hair, your jacket that you can barely see under all the pins. When you walk, they clink, alerting people (people whose skin didn’t tingle the moment you arrived, people who are not me) that you’re here. You’ve got an identity strong and colorful enough to be armor. You wear your teeth on the outside. 

I want to know what’s under all that. Not to be- nevermind. 

I want to know what it’s all protecting.

Or maybe, it’s protecting us. 

Dear Aubrey, 

I miss Sylvain a lot. 

It’s hard to describe the feeling of missing your former planet. It’s like an ache, but sharper. It’s hard, and scratchy, and it eats a cavern inside of me. It’s empty in here. It tingles. My pain chimes, and the chimes echo. 

It chafes at you, when the world you’re in is not yours. I don’t belong here, and Earth has no qualms about reminding me. Alien customs. Alien holidays. Alien people, but… not so much you. 

It went away, the other day, when you touched me. Just for a second, I was full. 

In that second, I felt so free. I felt so untethered. I felt like I could go and be anywhere as long as it was with you. So, not untethered. Re-tethered. 

Sometimes I imagine there’s a string between us, and when I see you fidgeting with your fingers, it’s being pulled, looped and tied. I want you to make me into jewelry, to set me around your neck. I want to swing there, next to that gemstone you always wear. I want your heartbeat to warm my skin.

To be a vampire is to know that you are empty, and that other people fill you up. 

Here you are, with all this vitality. If I soaked myself in it, if I tucked myself like a bunny rabbit into your arms, if I bottled up vials of flame to warm my bath and make my tea, would you even notice? I don’t want to hurt anyone. Sometimes I feel like I’m scraping away at the walls of a cave inside me, and one day my willpower will collapse. I keep shoring up my inhibitions. 

Why does it feel like I’ve awoken from the most restful sleep of my life after talking to you? Why do I feel relieved when you brush my arm? I just want to close my eyes. I want to take off this disguise. I want to follow you. 

God, I barely even know you. 

This is so weird. I’m sorry. 

Dear Aubrey, 

I have one episode left of season five of Supernatural. I thought I’d take your advice about stopping there. And now I get the joke you made about chevy impalas! 

Do you want to watch the last episode together? 

Love, 

Sincerely, 

Yours,

Dani <3

PS: See on the back my drawing of Dr. Harris Bonkers :)

[queasydoesit]

declan's disatrous date: part 2

After a first date has been derailed by an untimely bout of motion sickness, Declan and Lottie attempt to salvage the rest of their day together.

Read Part 1 here.

warning: vomiting & sexual references (just shy of depicting actual sex)

[note: finally finished this story. it is ridiculously fluffy. if y'all don't hear from me after I post this, assume I've rightfully been sent to horny jail.]

***

Declan and Lottie cleaned themselves up as best as they could. Their clothes were stained but Declan felt his stomach settle once the smell of puke faded. As Lottie used a wet wipe to carefully remove the last of the dried vomit from his face, Declan asked, “How are you not even a little grossed out right now?”

“I have an iron stomach. This kind of thing doesn’t phase me,” she replied.

Declan sighed. “Ugh, whatever the opposite of an iron stomach is, that’s what I have.”

“Oh no! Poor guy,” said Lottie. “I've managed to avoid throwing up for years.”

“Ha, I guess we balance each other out.”

She laughed, “Yeah. It comes in handy when I have to take care of drunken friends. Downside is I’m always the designated mom friend when my roommates and I go out.”

“Your friends are lucky! The last time I got super drunk, my roommate drew all over my face with permanent marker — took days to get it off. And he’s a sympathy puker so I’m out of luck there, too. It’s been nice having someone take care of me for once,” said Declan.

“Speaking of which, you should drink something so you don’t get dehydrated,” chimed Lottie.

“Yes, ma’am!,” Declan saluted at her. “Ginger ale it is.”

“Just so you know, I don’t mind taking care of you,” said Lottie. “And not only because I still feel guilty— which I do.”

“It’s a good thing you don’t, because we still have to drive home,” he replied glumly. “Usually when I puke once, I’m prone to it for the rest of the day. It happened the last time I rode the Mortal Coil.”

“Wait, you’ve gotten sick from this same ride before? Why did you get back on it?” asked Lottie

Declan rubbed the back of his head, looked away and answered quietly, “Well, you said it was your favorite…”

Lottie looked at him for a long moment then flashed a mischievous smile. “That’s very sweet of you, but I can’t help but feel responsible. I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

Conspiratorially, Lottie looked around for potential eavesdroppers and leaned close to Declan’s ear, whispering, “As soon as you’re feeling better, I’m going to suck your dick like it’s never been sucked before.”

Then she kissed him on the cheek and leaned back on the bench. She giggled when he sputtered in response, nearly choking on his soda while his cheeks blazed. For the first time, Declan truly believed Lottie liked him enough that she wouldn’t be put off by his gastrointestinal mishaps. Which was a good thing considering he was now pretty sure he loved her.

“Easy there, tiger,” said Lottie with a grin. “We still have to get you home. Don’t worry, I’ll drive. If you start to feel sick, we’ll just pull over.”

Declan was relieved. Whether he got sick or not, he knew he’d be too distracted to focus on the road.

***

After they’d left the park and reached the highway, Lottie peered over at Declan and asked, “How you doing over there?”

“So far, so good,” replied Declan. He knew he was supposed to look out the window to reduce his chances of getting sick, but he was having a hard time looking anywhere but the driver’s seat. Lottie sang while she drove and danced around in her seat. She had a decent voice but, if you asked Declan, he’d swear her singing was the best he’d ever heard.

She blushed when she noticed him staring. “Sorry, I don’t usually sing in front of anyone but my best friends. I just feel really comfortable around you.”

“Don’t stop,” replied Declan, beaming at her. “I’ve been enjoying the show. You could charge admission!”

“It’s your car so you can listen for free,” she said, laughing.

Declan marveled at the events of the past week. Somehow he’d ended up in the passenger seat of his shitty car, covered in puke, being driven home by an incredible girl who somehow liked him anyway. He was appreciating the serendipity of it all when he began to feel a familiar queasy twinge in the pit of his belly.

Please, no, he silently begged his stomach. Please just let me enjoy this.

Declan had finished the bottle of ginger ale so he sipped on his water in an attempt to stave off further discomfort. At some point, Lottie reached a hand over to rhythmically rub his thigh, her fingers climbing a little higher with each stroke. He soon began to feel his arousal and his nausea increase simultaneously. Both sensations warred for his attention until one finally reached a crescendo.

“I’m gonna — uuurrp — I’m gonna be sick,” he said urgently.

Lottie squeezed his knee. Her voice was calm. “We’re almost to the next exit, then I can pull over. It’ll be alright. We still have the bags if you need one.”

Declan gagged as he fumbled with a bag and brought it to his mouth. He belched sickly. Nothing came up, so his stomach squeezed again. Declan’s abdominal muscles were already aching from their earlier exertion. Now each contraction of his stomach felt unbearable. The pain brought tears to his eyes by the time he managed to heave up a small mouthful of liquid.

“Oh, honey,” said Lottie softly as she heard him struggle. “Look, there’s a rest area just ahead. I’ll pull in and we can get out of the car.”

Declan responded by retching into the bag again. Once Lottie had parked, he threw open the passenger door and lurched out of the car. He stumbled in the direction of some nearby grass but didn’t make it before he was halted by an intense cramp. He doubled over and clutched his stomach tightly.

Motion sickness always left him feeling dizzy and the next time he gagged, he almost fell face-first onto the parking lot. Fortunately, Lottie reached out an arm to catch him. Unfortunately, she caught him around the middle, and the added pressure on his abdomen caused him to spew a geyser of soda and water.

Declan continued to hurl up everything left inside him. The earlier round of puking meant it didn't take long for his belly to empty itself onto the hot pavement. It was unsatisfied by this and continued to punish Declan for the afternoon's bad decisions. He dry heaved until he felt his anguished stomach would be turned inside out.

Declan's retching was violent and loud, and he could feel Lottie sympathetically wincing at every pained sound that escaped him. She had stayed behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist to help hold him up. He was exhausted from being sick and appreciative of the assistance. Even more so when her hand occasionally brushed against his crotch as she rubbed his belly. Against all odds, he was still turned on.

Declan realized there was something hot about being so vulnerable in front of Lottie, about letting her take care of him. He’d been forced to lose control of his body and Lottie had responded by making sure he had everything he needed. It made Declan trust her in a way that felt especially intimate. Not to mention, she kept touching him. He was a big fan of her touching him.

The thought of being with Lottie was almost as much consolation as her caretaking. As he finished the latest round of heaving, Declan remembered what she had whispered to him earlier and shivered at the thought. Lottie seemed to mistake this for the chills because she touched one hand to his forehead to a check for a fever.

Declan straightened up and reassured her, "I'm okay, really.”

“That would be more convincing if you didn't sound so hoarse.”

Declan cleared his throat and spat on the ground. “Look, I know it seems rough, but this is how always it’s been for me when I get motion sickness. I promise I’ll be good as new once I can rest at home.”

Lottie stepped back from him a little awkwardly. "Glad to hear it. Sorry for getting touchy. I like being doted on when I don't feel well but not everyone does — I hope I didn't overstep."

"Trust me, I appreciate it. This is not how I hoped today would go, but you've been amazing. You are amazing."

Lottie lowered her eyes at the compliment and blushed. Declan blushed when he realized what he'd said, and even more when he saw Lottie blushing. He coughed and added, "Why don't we go back to the car? I could use more of that water."

***

“You haven’t told me how to get to your apartment,” said Lottie as they climbed into their seats.

“You can just drive to your place. I'll take the car back home from there.”

“Didn’t you say your roommate was out of town?” Lottie raised an eyebrow. “You just threw up so hard you almost collapsed. There’s no way I’m letting you drive yourself to an empty apartment. I'll get you home and in bed, then I'll take an Uber to my dorm."

“You don’t have to go to all that trouble,” said Declan. He was starting to feel guilty about everything he’d needed Lottie to do for him on their date. When he’d imagined ending the night together at his place, Lottie babysitting him was not what he’d had in mind.

“I insist. It’ll make me feel better to know you’re okay. Plus, I really want to see where you live!”

Declan silently wondered if he’d ever be able to say no to this girl. He was too flattered by her concern for him to seriously consider turning her down. He smiled in spite of himself and sighed, “Alright. But I'm going to drive you home after I get cleaned up! I don’t want you to have to take an Uber by yourself at night.”

Lottie seemed agreeable to this as she started the car without protest. She didn’t turn the music up or sing while driving this time. Instead the two of them talked, with Lottie asking Declan all sorts of questions and telling him about herself. Eventually, it occurred to him that she was trying to keep him distracted from the movements of the car. Amazingly, it worked and they arrived without any further complaints from his stomach. Declan was so relieved to be home and out of the car that he could have kissed the sidewalk in front of his building.

While he unlocked the apartment door, Declan's stomach turned not from nausea but from nerves. Lottie Lewis was coming inside his apartment. Where he lived. Their interactions had always been impersonal until recently because Declan had tried so hard to hide his crush on her. When he'd believed he had zero chance with Lottie he didn't have to worry about losing her. What if she got to know him for real and didn't like him after all?

"I love your place! Ooh, look at all these records," she said, kneeling in front of the bookcase where Declan and his roommate, Felix, kept their extensive vinyl collection.

"They're not all mine. We both take advantage of the employee discount, as I'm sure you can tell," he replied.

"The record shop is where you met your roommate, right?" Lottie continued thumbing through the records.

"Yep! He trained me when I got hired there. Wasn't much help, to be honest. He's not exactly a model employee but he knows his music. We get along really well."

"Where's your bedroom? I'm dying to get out of this dress," said Lottie suddenly. She continued thumbing through the records.

Declan was taken aback, "Oh, um, it's, uh..."

"You said you wanted to get in the shower, right?" she added. Declan gaped at her. It's not that he was opposed to the idea, exactly, but after pining over Lottie for half his life he'd expected their first time to be more romantic. Lottie seemed uncharacteristically cavalier about the whole thing.

She glanced up from the shelf and paused upon noticing his expression, "Declan? What's wro-- oh. OH! No, that's not what I meant."

After a nervous giggle Lottie collected herself and continued, "Sorry. That was definitely not clear. I want to go into your room alone to borrow a t-shirt and change out of this dress with the door closed. I thought I could wash our clothes while you shower, um, also alone with the door closed."

She gestured at the washer and dryer at the end of the hall as if to re-emphasize that she'd had only laundry on her mind. Declan laughed, relieved, though he was still pink when he pointed her in the direction of his bedroom and said, "Borrow anything you want. I'll leave my clothes in the washing machine since you, uh, since you want to do the laundry. But only if you want to! Don't feel obligated, I mean."

***

Declan thought a lot about the laundry while he cleaned himself up. After brushing his teeth, he rinsed with mouthwash twice in case the laundry wanted to kiss him. While he scrubbed off the day's sweat and vomit residue, he pondered what might happen if the laundry joined him in the shower. He imagined the laundry changing in the next room, naked under one of his t-shirts, throwing his clothes into the washer with her own to tangle together in a wet, sudsy swirl.

In front of the bathroom mirror, Declan tried to arrange his towel-dried hair in an attractive manner. He gave up when it occurred to him he had no idea what sort of hairstyle others found attractive. He put on a comfortable but nice pair of shorts and a band t-shirt without any holes or bleach spots. Declan considered tying a hoodie around his waist to hide how hard he was after daydreaming about Lottie, but decided it would just attract more attention. He exhaled deeply and headed for the living room.

Lottie had made herself comfortable. She'd put a record on and sat on the sofa with her legs curled to one side. He pretended not to notice that her underwear (tiny pink shorts with lace trim, good God) was poking out from beneath the borrowed shirt. It didn't cover much because Lottie was gorgeously, distractingly curvy.

"Hi," she smiled up at him. "Have a nice shower?"

"Yeah, it was great," he said, though he didn't think Lottie needed to know just how great. "I feel reborn."

"Glad to hear it," she replied, "It's going to be a little while until my clothes are washed and dried. I thought maybe you'd want to relax on the couch and watch a movie or something."

"That sounds perfect," Declan said as he carefully sat down neither too close to nor too far from Lottie. He noticed she'd grabbed the wastebasket from his bedroom and put it by the couch. He didn't think he'd need it but he still appreciated the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

"Good," said Lottie. She pulled Declan's throw blanket off the back of the couch and spread it out across his lap.

Declan laughed, "I'm not even cold."

"No, but I am," she replied as she scooted towards him. He put an arm around her as she readjusted the blanket to cover them both.

"How's your stomach?" Lottie asked. Her head was resting on one side of Declan's chest, almost under his armpit. He was grateful he'd remembered to reapply deodorant.

"Mostly back to normal," he said. "My muscles still feel worn out but I'm pretty sure I'm out of the woods."

"I could rub them for you, if you want," Lottie offered quietly.

"I'd really like that," Declan replied. Slowly, Lottie slipped her fingers up under Declan's shirt and inched them toward his upper belly. The sensation of her hand trailing across his bare skin nearly made him moan with pleasure. They sank into each other while Lottie kneaded at Declan's sore spots and took all his aches away. They never bothered to put on a movie.

In different circumstances, perhaps with a different girl, Declan might have relaxed enough to doze off. But here and now, he was closer than he'd ever been to Lottie, achingly beautiful Lottie with her wild hair and boisterous laugh and kind eyes. Declan's body thrummed with the electricity of his unexpressed attraction.

Desperately, he wanted to touch Lottie, to bring her into his bed and spend hours demonstrating to her the intensity of his feelings. Declan held back because he didn't know what Lottie wanted. He found her difficult to read -- sometimes she was bold and forward with him, other times she seemed shy and uncomfortable. Declan was no ladies' man but he'd never felt so uncertain with a woman before. She made him hyperaware of himself, like a little kid getting tongue-tied around his first crush because he couldn't think of the perfect thing to say. Lottie was his first crush, but it occurred to him that he'd never really gotten to know her in all the years he'd spent burying how he felt.

***

Lottie stopped moving her hand and pulled away from Declan. She tilted her face up at him. "Declan, are you sure you're okay? Your heart's beating really fast."

Declan had been so lost in thought that he needed a moment to process what Lottie had said. He was sure his heart would stop altogether as he took in the sight of her face, only inches from his, her rosebud lips parted and eyes round with worry.

"I'm not sick," he admitted finally, "I've just never been so nervous before."

Lottie smiled and touched a hand to her own chest. "God, me too."

"Why?" blurted Declan.

"Same reasons you are, I guess."

"But you're perfect," said Declan incredulously.

"What? Of course I'm not!" said Lottie, and Declan could see his own incredulity reflected in her face.

"Lottie, there is virtually nothing you could do that would make me not want to be with you. I'm crazy about you. I've been crazy about you since we were kids, you have no ide---"

Lottie cut him off with a kiss. A really, really good kiss. Declan's heart sank when she pulled away suddenly, but then she said, "This is okay, right? You're feeling up to it?"

"I have never felt more up to anything in my entire life," he answered truthfully and pulled her back into him. Lottie responded by climbing onto his legs and straddling him where he sat. Declan ran his hands up her back and she shivered.

Lottie pulled off the borrowed t-shirt after Declan fumbled to unhook her bra underneath it. Once the stubborn bra had finally been discarded on the floor, Declan moved his attention to Lottie's breasts, which were ample and beautiful, each nipple adorned with a piercing.

"Jesus Christ," he breathed. His hands moved to cup them, and he explored each one with his mouth, slowly circling his tongue around both perfect nipples. Lottie moaned and grinded her hips against his lap. She leaned her head down to kiss his neck.

"Do you remember what we talked about earlier? On the bench?" Lottie whispered in his ear. Goosebumps rose up on Declan's arms when he felt her panting against his skin.

"Yeah," Declan responded simply, because of course he remembered.

"Do you want me to--"

Declan cut her off, "I don't want you doing anything just because you feel guilty."

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't want to. And I really, really wa--"

Once again, Lottie was interrupted, this time by a loud buzzing sound. They both jumped. Declan collected himself then sighed, "That... that would be the washing machine."

"Oh," said Lottie, sliding backwards off Declan's lap. "I guess I should put the laundry in the dryer. You said you wanted to drive me home, and it's starting to get late..."

"Yeah, I guess I did. Say that, I mean," Declan replied. "I will drive you home. Unless... unless you want to stay the night?"

Lottie held his gaze as she lowered herself to the floor in front of him.

"Thank God," she said, a wicked smile forming on her lips. "I thought you'd never ask."

[gtunesmiff]

The Miami Biltmore || Coral Gables, Florida

The Miami Biltmore Hotel and Country Club is a National Historic Landmark that was built in 1926.

The hotel’s tower was designed as a recreation of the Giralda Tower in Seville, Spain, and its main structure is reminiscent of Mediterranean Renaissance–era architecture, with several balconies, ornate terrazzos, and tile floors.

15-acre site was connected by canals to a swimming pool created from a rock-pit/quarry, still in operation by the City of Coral Gables, and accessed by "Venetian gondolas" (hence the pool's name as "Venetian Pool")

In the 1920s, the new hotel drew notable guests such as Ginger Rogers, Judy Garland, Bing Crosby, Franklin Roosevelt, and Al Capone.

During World War II, however, the luxury hotel was converted into an army hospital.

The building remained a Veterans Administration Hospital until the City of Coral Gables restored it to its former glory in the 1980s.

The modern Biltmore also underwent a more recent $40 million dollar renovation, which added a championship golf club and one of the largest hotel pools in the country.

[ellieloves2draw]

drew my dnd party in the outfit from this post! please welcome tally (soccer player and unintentional antichrist extraordinaire), al (daughter of titania and the inventor of feywild-safe wifi), liv (tally’s beautiful cheerleader barbarian wife), bill (motorcycle-riding gunslinger who talks to gods sometimes), bree (part-time rockstar and full-time death omen), and reese (metalhead heir to a noble werewolf lineage)!

(ID under the cut)

(ID: a series of colored marker drawings of the members of the validins d&d party. each party member is drawn in two different outfits and poses.

tally is a white human with short white hair, grey-blue eyes, a sleeve tattoo, and a lightning scar reaching from the middle of her chest up through the left side of her face. they wear an orange t-shirt, white shorts, and orange sneakers in one pose and a blue square-pattered button-up shirt, black pants, and blue sneakers in the other pose.

al is a white fey with long black hair, white freckles, heterochromia (one gold eye and one green eye), and long pointed ears. she has a green streak in her hair. in one pose, she’s wearing a long-sleeved low-neck burgundy shirt, a black pencil skirt, and black flats. in the other pose, she’s wearing a sheer shirt over a black bralette and black shorts buckled into black heeled boots.

liv is a grey tiefling with black horns, yellow eyes, and white shoulder-length hair. in one pose, she’s wearing a lilac sweater and sneakers, and a dark purple gingham pleated skirt. in the other pose, she’s wearing a white sweetheart-neckline blouse and black pants and flats.

bill is a blue tiefling with short, forward-pointing horns, red eyes, and short ginger hair. he has stubble and is wearing a cowboy hat in both poses. in one pose, he’s wearing grey pants tucked into black cowboy boots and a black vest over a white shirt, unbuttoned all the way down to his stomach. he also has several necklaces and a belt with a huge gold buckle. in the other pose, he’s wearing a yellow low-cut blouse and dark blue mom jeans tucked into brown cowboy boots.

bree is a white halfling with fluffy, dark brown hair and brown eyes. they have a black star tattoo on their right cheek and a raven feather braided into the hair on their left side. in one pose, she’s wearing a white shirt with peaches printed down the middle and light pink jorts. she is not wearing shoes. in the other pose, he’s wearing an orange denim jacket over a white shirt with an astrological sun and the words “shine like the sun” printed on it. he’s also wearing black leggings with gold stars, suns, and moons printed on it and orange converse shoes.

reese is a tall white human with brown eyes and black hair styled into a shaggy mullet. in one pose, he is wearing a light blue jacket over a white turtleneck and dark brown slacks. in the other pose, he’s wearing an orange tank top, an unzipped orange jacket that exposes his shoulders, and white-and-orange pinstriped pants.

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 8 - Sea Sick Sea Otter

(divider by cafekitsune)

Chapter Notes:

TW: poor hygiene, mentions of mucus. I named this chapter “sea sick sea otter” because I thought it was fitting and that it had a ring to it.

Also.. Before anyone asks, yes the scene where Kwazii calls chamomile tea shamamalay is based off the tiktok video. And PROFESSOR INKLING FINALLY MAKES AN APPEARANCE AFTER NOT APPEARING SENSE CHAPTER FIVE YASSS 🕺💃✨🎉

I really enjoy Inkling- I’m surprised he hasn’t appeared more in this fic But here he is now :3

oh and I also remember that betta fish are fresh water fish so shell’s tail is now based of a sapphire damsel fish tail

Shellington was laying in bed, he didn’t feel to good.

he hadn’t been taking good care of himself, he’d been to focused on his research. He hadn’t showered in days, and hadn’t gotten much sleep, usually staying up till 6 am. 

Shellington was sitting at the control center with Dashi, Dashi noticed that Shellington looked… well rough to say the least.

“Shellington, are you okay?” Dashi asked in concerned tone “yeah I’m fine” Shellington replied sounding nasally “are sure about that? You don’t sound fine.” Dashi said, unconvinced “yeah im definitely fine!” Shellington rasped.

“Okay…” Dashi responded, not buying it, Shellington coughing and sneezing, constantly using the tissue box, Captain Barnacles also noticed. 

“Shellington, I think you should take today off and get some rest.” Barnacles began “but what about my research!” Shellington frowned “Shellington, it’s okay, everyone needs a break sometimes!” Captain Barnacles assured “okay…” Shellington mumbled, getting up from his chair and going to his lab.

Tunip waddled beside Shellington, making typical vegimal noises, “oh hi Tunip” Shellington sniffed, blowing his nose, Tunip’s expression went from happiness to sadness. “It’s okay Tunip, I’ll get through this.” Shellington assured as walked inside and crashed on his bed, feeling terrible. 

Shellington let out groans as he lied in bed, Tunip glanced inside, a frown appearing on his face. I got to do something! Tunip decided, running to the Med Bay. 

Tunip saw Peso putting bandages on the shelf, Tunip tapped Peso on the shoulder, Peso flinched “sorry Tunip, you scared me!” Peso apologized, Tunip looked concerned “what’s wrong?” Peso asked, Tunip signaled Peso to follow him, leading to Shellington’s lab.

Shellington was coughing and sneezing as he was sitting on the floor “Shellington!” Peso gasped as he ran over to him “I don’t feel to good…” Shellington sniffled groggily, grasping the tissue box and blowing his nose. 

“I’ll go get you some cold medicine and kelp soup, stay here for now” Peso retorted, Shellington gave Peso a thumbs up, looking pathetic. 

Peso went to go get some cold pills and a glass of ginger ale, Tunip and the Vegimals  followed behind like some ducklings following its parent. 

Soon, Peso came back. “Hey Shellington, here’s some medicine and ginger ale” Peso offered, placing it on the desk “thank you” Shellington rasped after blowing his nose “no problem!” Peso smiled, “let me know if you need anything!” It added, as it walked away.

The Barrot, Tunip, Codish and Halibeet went to the kitchen to make some kelp soup, Groubert and Tominnow  kept Shellington company 

Maybe I should draw something? Shellington wondered, grabbing a piece of printer paper, a pen and drew a vampire squid from memory. 

•••

Later…

Kwazii was chewing on some fish biscuits as he walked past “Ahoy Peso!” Kwazii greeted in between chews “hi Kwazii” Peso responded “what ya doing?” Kwazii asked “oh Shellington isn’t feeling to good, I’m just trying to take care of him.” Peso answered. “Oh I’m sorry! That sucks!” Kwazii frowned 

Peso shook its head, “the vegimals made him some kelp soup, hopefully it’ll help him get better!” Peso added optimistically 

Kwazii walked down to Shellington’s lab and knocked on the door “ahoy shells, you okay? Peso said you didn’t feel to good.” Kwazii mrrped on the other side of the door, “yeah I’m not doing to good- I wouldn’t come in here if I were you!” Shellington coughed “okay, hope you feel better soon matey!” Kwazii expressed.

•••

Shellington had gone downstairs to the kitchen, he had to take the medicine Peso gave him, he wanted some tea to go with that, somehow he actually got some decent sleep.

Kwazii had been up all night, thinking about all the those pirate myths, he had been rereading a book about them quietly to himself all night for fun, he had borrowed it from Professor Inkling’s library.

However, Kwazii realized he was hungry and decided to get a kelp cake from the kitchen. 

They noticed Shellington as they walked in the kitchen “Ahoy matey!” Kwazii meowed “hi Kwazii” Shellington chirped nasally “I’m just taking my medicine.” Shellington added, sipping his chamomile tea.

“Im gonna get meself some shamamalay tea.” Kwazii “what?” Shellington questioned “shamamalay, you know the tea you’re drinking?” Kwazii clarified “Kwazii- its chamomile-“ Shellington giggled, soon the two noticed Peso was also downstairs.

“Ahoy Peso!” Kwazii mrrped, waving to it “hello Kwazii!, hi Shellington~” Peso chirped, waving back, walking into the kitchen, Shellington’s cheeks turning bright pink. 

The three stood there in silence for a moment, Shellington had taken his medicine and Kwazii had finished their snack. 

“Ya know why don’t we go swimming. I mean it’s three am and it’s not like we don’t have anything better to do.” Kwazii suggested 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Kwazii. Shellington is sick.” Peso disagreed “oh don’t worry Peso. We’ll be fine!” Kwazii assured. 

Shellington, Peso and Kwazii made it down to the Launch Bay, Kwazii opening the Octo-Hatch.

“COME ON ME HEARTIES!” Kwazii called as he backflipped into the Launch Bay tank, splashing Peso and Shellington. Shellington then took a dive, his tail appearing before his eyes, Peso soon dived in as well. 

Soon the three had swam out the Octo-Hatch and out into the sea… But little did they know that Kwazii had forgotten to close the Octo-Hatch! 

••• 

Professor Inkling was listening to some 80s disco music that was playing on the radio, however ink couldn’t help but feel as if something was off, Ink went to go investigate for Inkself.

Professor Inkling made it downstairs to the Launch Bay, only to see some strange blue Damselfish scales in the Launch Bay tank and the Octo-Hatch open “hm? How did that happen?” Professor Inkling asked himself. 

“I should go investigate I suppose” he said, slivering down into the Launch Bay tank and swimming out the Octo-Hatch. 

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were chilling around a kelp forest. Shellington was having a blast identifying each of the creatures, “wow look! It’s a sea urchin!” Shellington beamed, using his magnifying glass “get that stupid thing out of my face!” The urchin snapped “sorry!” Shellington apologized, pulling the glass away.

Professor Inkling could hear some faint voices coming from the kelp forest, swimming closer he could hear Shellington, Kwazii and Peso oh they just went for a swim! Professor Inkling thought happily, letting out a sigh of relief.

Professor Inkling soon swam away back to the Octopod, Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were heading back as well. 

Peso was already ahead of them 

“Wanna race?” Shellington challenged, smirking at Kwazii “challenge accepted.” Kwazii smirked back, getting a head start, soon Shellington disappeared into a trail of bubbles. 

Professor Inkling was already at the Launch Bay when it heard a loud splashing noise “huh?” Professor Inkling said as it turned around, only to see Peso also at the Launch Bay “Hello there Peso!” Professor Inkling greeted “Hi Professor!” Peso replied.

“I beat you!” Shellington giggled like a little kid “not by much!” Kwazii remarked Shellington then glanced over, only to see a very confused Professor Inkling and a nervous Peso.

“He’s a merman. Professor. Those weird ass sea caves turned him into one.” Kwazii explained, getting out of the Launch Bay tank, helping Shellington out of the water and throwing him a towel. “what sea caves?” Professor Inkling asked “remember when I went to those strange sea caves?” Shellington recalled “yeah?” Professor Inkling guessed “well um.. I went during a full moon and well.. The pool started bubbling and I became a merman..” Shellington explained 

Professor Inkling nodded his head, showing he understood, he then went back to his Library, Peso and Shellington went to Peso’s room and Kwazii went to back to his room.

[chicadesastres]

⭐ PELÍCULAS

⭐ PELÍCULAS

Swallow (2019)

Requiem for a dream (2000)

Gone girl (2014)

▫️Desde mi cielo (2009)

Canino (2009)

The dressmaker (2015)

▫️Rodrick heffley

I origins (2014)

Pur- sang (2017)

Estafadoras de wall street (2019)

Bar coyote (2000)

Boda sangrienta (2019)

La once 27. Ondamedia

Cerca del.horizonte (2019)

Cómo escapar de buffalo (2019)

▫️Wild things 1998

Pride (2014)

Percy Jackson

▫️Las hermanas vampiro (2012)

▫️Beutiful boy (2018)

▫️The basketball diaries (1995)

▫️Christine f (1981)

Almost famous (2000)

Funny games (1997) (2007)

Y tú mamá también (2001)

▫️Call me by your name (2017)

▫️Lady bird (2017)

▫️The craft (1996)

Sensesless (1998)

▫️Big time adolescentes (2019)

American honey (2016)

▫️The love Witch (2016)

▫️Kids vidas perdidas (1995)

Gummo (1997)

▫️Scl punck (1998) 2 (2016)

▫️She's all that

▫️Hackers (1995)

Vacaciones al sol (2001) Olsen girls

How to lose friends (2008) megan Fox

▫️Fashon crimes 2004

▫️Vírgenes suicidas (1999)

American Beauty (199)

Orgullo y prejuicio (2005)

▫️Midsommar (2019)

▫️Lolita (1997)

▫️Ciudad de dios

Vieja escuela (2015) (2018)

Al ritmo de la vieja escuela (2007)

Rocky horror (1975) (2016)

Freak show (2017)

Howards end (1992)

Ghost word (2001)

Fallen/ oscuros (2016)

Fix (2008)

Una oración antes de amanecer (2017)

Woodstock (1970) 99 (2021)

Broken (2012)

Disco pigs (2001)

▫️Secreto en la montaña (2005)

Anna Karerina (2021)

▫️Joven y alocada (2012)

The wrong daughter (2018)

Manic (2016)

Chloe (2009)

Clementine (2019)

The bling ring (2011)

Stolen fron suburbia (2015)

Vikes (2017)

Cassidy way (2016)

10 cosas que odio de ti (1999)

▫️The dirt (2019)

▫️Jennyfer's body (2009)

Weekender (2011)

Boys don't cry (1999)

House at the end of the street (2012)

Desconexión (2012)

Beetlejuice (1988)

Where the heart is (2000)

León (1994)

Closer (2004)

The other boleyn girl (2008) la otra reina

Garden state (2004)

▫️ El ofanato (2007)

Beutiful girls (1996)

Pretty baby (1978)

Pretty woman (1990)

La laguna azul

Developing (1994)

American virgin (1999)

Carrie (1999)

Yo puta (whore) (2004)

Satanás americano (2017)

Spun (2002)

The mysteries of Pittsburgh (2008)

Factory girl (2006)

Nowher boy (2009)

Nowhere (1997)

Sonny (2002)

Sugar & spice (2001)

Song to song (2017)

Viaje a Darjeeling (2007)

True (2004)

Atrapados (2001)

▫️Babyteeth (2019)

How i love now (2013)

▫️Unpregnant (2020)

Atomik Blonde (2017)

Match point (2005)

Dazed and confuised (1993)

Fast times at ridgemont high (1982)

▫️Suburbia (1983)

Fear and loathing in las Vegas (1998)

▫️Transpoting (1996)

Empire records (1995)

Little miss sunshine (2006)

Super dark times (2017)

The clovehitch killer (2018)

▫️Palo alto (2013)

▫️Eterno resplandor (2004)

▫️Easy A (2010)

▫️Tengo miedo torero (2020)

Bloq(2001)

Paradise hills (2019)

Nancy drew y el misterio de Hollywood (2007)

Mean streats (1973)

After (2019)

Una serie de eventos desafortunados (2004)

▫️Slum of Beverly hills(1998)

Mad love (1995)

El lado luminoso de la vida (2012)

The '60s (1999)

La mansión embrujada (2003)

Narnia

Jackie (2016)

Were are the young men (2020)

Skate kitchen (2016) --> Betty (2020)

The wackness (2008)

Una semana en Córcega (2015)

▫️The diary of a teenage girl (2015)

Happie as lazzaro (2018)

Cracks (2000) ▫️(2009)

The talented mister ripley (1999)

The breakfast club (1985)

Voyagers (2021)

Super 8 (2011)

Funeral Kings (2012)

Welcome to the dollhouse (1995)

The lighthouse (2019)

25 watts Uruguay (2001)

Jawbreaker (1999)

▫️Donnie Darko (2001)

▫️American psyco (2000)

Taxi driver (1976)

Ginger snab (2000)

Girl interrupted (1999)

Fredy

▫️The fight club (1999)

Mentiroso mentiroso (1997)

Scream

Terminator

Friday (1995)

▫️Mysterious skin (2004)

The crush (1993)

Speak (2004)

Stick it (2006)

Dude where's My car (2000)

Inside i'm dancing (Amazon) no

Sobrevivir a la muerte (Netflix docu)

The edge of love (2008)

Misfits (2009)

The black swan (2010)

Birdman (2014)

Disobediense (2017)

Vatos locos (1993)

La isla siniestra (2010)

The great Gatsby (2013)

Atrapame si puedes (2002)

Diamantes de sangre (2006)

Pandillas de nueva York (2002)

La playa (2000)

V de venganza (2005)

The boy's life (1993) amazon

Jackie Brown (1997)

Kill Bill (2003)

El efecto mariposa (2004)

Monday (2020)

Betty blue (1986)

Cry baby (1999)

Words in bathroom balls (2018)

Una loca entrevista

Perfect sense (2010)

Career opportunities (1991)

Below her mouth (2016)

Freaks (2018)

Ferris buellers day of (1986)

▫️Mystery train (1989)

The rules of attaction (2002)

The last black man un San Francisco (2019)

The canyons (2013)

María Antonieta (2006)

Mother (2017)

Romeo y Julieta (1968)

Valerie and her week of wonders (1970)

Alicia en el país de las maravillas (2010)

Nocturnal animals (2016)

And then we dance (2019)

I'ami de mon amie (1987)

Wicked city (2015)

▫️Poison ivy (1992)

We need to talk about Kevin (2011)

▫️Heathers (1988) escuela de jóvenes asesinos

▫️Las ventajas de ser invisible (2012)

▫️Once upon a time un Hollywood (2019)

▫️ El gran pez (2003)

From Dusk till down (1996)

Fear street 1994

assasination nation (2018)

Good bye Lenin (2003)

▫️Candy (2006)

Fighting with mi family (2019)

Princess cid (2017)

Look away (2018)

The neon Demon (2016)

Enter the void (2009)

Nightcrawler (2014)

Not another teen movie (2001)

Crossroads (2002)

The lover (1992)

Tart (2001)

D.e.b.s (2003)

Juno (2007)

Heavenly creatures (1994)

Valley of the dolls (1967)

Claire's knee (1970)

Psychout of murder (1969)

Pixote (1981)

Francés ha (2012)

The killing of Two lovers

Mid 90s (2018)

The ácid house (1998)

The king of comedy (1982)

Sobredosis (1986)

Film socialisme (2010)

Bubble dance (2017) riri

Veronika decides to die (2009)

La insoportable levedad del ser (1988)

▫️A los trece (2003)

Fourteen (2019)

Las niñas bien (2018)

▫️This is England (2006)

Mujercitas (2019)

El misterio de los excavadores (2003)

Los juegos del destino (2012)

Yo soy Simón (2018)

Alma salvaje (2014)

Camino salvaje (2007)

Mi primer beso (1991)

Brooklyn (2015)

Going the distance (2010)

White girl (2016)

Isi y ossi (2020)

Amarte duele (2002)

▫️Amores perros (2000)

Odio el amor (2014)

Besos de azúcar (2013)

Cómo agua para chocolate (1992)

Boy Erased (2018)

Knives out

Ruby, la chica de mis sueños (2012)

Show me love (1998)

But i'm a Cheerleader (1999)

Bridge to terabithia (2007)

Padre no hay más que uno

Despertado (1995)

I killed My mother (2009)

Candy (2006)

The dreamers (2003)

Skate kitchen (2018) --> Betty (2020)

Gia (1998)

Practical magic (1998)

The witches (1990)

Valerie and her week of wonders (1970)

▫️The Blair witch project (1999)

The graduate (1967)

Summer of 42 (1971)

Mommy (2014)

Disturbing behavior (1998)

I love You philip morris

bending like Beckham

Life as a house

Modern life is a rubbish (2017)

The dreamers (2003)

Les amants réguliers (2005)

Singles (1992)

Reality bites (1994)

Empire records (1995)

▫️Into the wild (2007)

Malèna (2000)

The crush (1993)

Words on bathroom walls

Control (2007)

Los nadie (2016)

England is mine (2017)

Güeros (2014)

Throw away your books, rally in the streets (1971)

Les amants du pont neuf (1991)

My first summer

Crisis Lily rose depp

Crossroads (2002)

▫️Breakfasf on pluto

Enter the void (2009)

Irreversible (2002)

Climax (2018)

7 días en la Habana (2012)

Love (2015)

Closet monster

Me tonya (2017)

Lost un translation (2012)

House of guchi (

▫️The runaways (2010)

Vigilando a jean seberg (2019)

Anestesia (2015)

K-11 (2012)

The girl next door

▫️Rocketman (2019)

Femme fatale (2002)

Ginger snap

Last night in soho

Starred up 2013

✴️ LIBROS

Matar a un ruiseñor

Las ventajas de ser invisible

Cuando quiero llorar no lloro

Verónica decide morir

La insoportable levedad del ser

Menos que cero de verte Easton ellis

Gente normal- sally roone

Homesick for another Word

Boy's parts

Her body and other parties

Eileen

The Bell jar- Sylvia Plath

Murakami- kafka

Priest de sierra Simone

A good girl's guide to murder

⚡ SERIES

Skam España (2018)

The l Word (2004)

hiGH fidelity (2020)

Unnseen skins

Undeclared (2001)

Genera+ion (2021)

H20 sirenas del mar

Weird city (2019)

Gangs of london (2020)

Misfits (2009) amazon

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I can see you (Taylor's version)

A/n: um I don't really write about batman or joker so if this isn't canonically accurate, forgive me and pretty please don't dox me. I have a wife and kids. This is our secret kitten 😈

Wc: 530 (sorry kinda short)

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Bruce Wayne walks into a bar, carelessly. "Scotch and ginger ale." His voice deeper than usual. Bruce was so careless he doesn't even notice he sat next to his worst enemy, the joker. As Bruce notices the joker he scoffs. "I prefer to drink alone." He muttered under his breath. "But you'd make an expectation for me." Joker muttered. "Excuse me?" Bruce looked at the joker.

"You brush past me on an empty street and you don't think. I can see you, do you?" Joker's lips curl into a smirk as he turned to see Bruce Wayne or Batman as he should call him, sitting next to him at the bar, having a drink. "I've been watchin' you for ages, And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it." Joker moved closer to Bruce as he towered over Bruce. "But what would you do if I went to touch you now?" Joker put a finger on Bruce's chin as he lifted his chin up to look at him. "What would you do if they never found us out?" Joker chuckled softly as he noticed Bruce's eyes go to his lips.

"What would you do if we never made a sound?" Joker leaned in closer, their lips almost touch. "Cause I can see you waitin' down the street from me." He smiled as their lips hovered over each other. "And I could see you up against the wall with me." Joker winked at Bruce as he moved away slightly, teasing a kiss. "And what would you do, baby, if you only knew?" He sighed as a finger caressed Bruce's lips.

"That I can see you." Shivers were sent down Bruce's spine at how deep joker's voice got. "And we kept everything professional." Joker sighed as he caressed Bruce's cheek. "But something's changed, it's something in the air." Joker's finger on Bruce's lips was unexpected as he froze, staring into the man's eyes. "They keep watchful eyes on us. So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet." The clown continued to stare intently and Bruce felt the heat rising in his face as the joker drew closer and closer until their noses almost touched. "You won't believe half the things I see inside my head." Joker spoke softly as Bruce slowly raised his chin as he kept the intense eye contact, unable to look away.

"Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet." Joker chuckled, reaching up to stroke Bruce's cheek before placing his hand under his chin. "And what would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor." The Joker leaned in closer as if they were about to kiss, "I could see you make me want you even more." The Joker sighed as he continued watching Bruce's lips and body. "What would you do, baby, if you only knew?" The tension as joker spoke for the both of them, their lips so close to eachother that one minor move can change their relationship. "That I can see you." The joker whispered as he took the risk, having their lips collide into a passionate kiss.