#gold coast weekend

[funthingsfortoddlers]

As we head into the weekend

Don't forget to visit www.funthingsfortoddlers.com

So we can help you plan your next adventure.

#funthingsfortoddlers #toddleradventure #weekendfun #familyfun #goldcoasttoddlers #goldcoastpreschoolers #goldcoastkids #goldcoastweekend

[olszewskisworld]

Weekend monochrome or whatever 😂 Do you actually know the difference between #blackandwhitephotography? I read about it and didn’t quite understand it 😅 anyway, I love black and white photos 🖤 🤍 have a fun and relaxing weekend my dear 💋

[the-physicality]

Shout out to the pwhl for not ruining my sleep schedule

[nostalgicabe]

Weekend on the Gold Coast

[philcon-programming]

Philcon 2024!

Do you love Science Fiction, Fantasy, or Horror? Are you a Writer, a Gamer, a Costumer, or a Filker? Are you looking for a weekend of distraction in your life? If you’re in the vicinity of Philadelphia- or more specifically, Cherry Hill, New Jersey- there’s an event coming up on November 22 – 24, 2024 that we’d love for you to come check out. If you aren’t already familiar with PHILCON, here’s what you should know: * We started out as a literary-centric SF convention in 1936, but have grown to embrace all mediums of storytelling (movies, television, comics, podcasts, etc) as well as expanding to cover the Fantasy and Horror genres. Most of our participants are authors, and there will be Readings by them and Autograph sessions all throughout the weekend, in addition to their participation on discussion panels. * While many of our Literary panels are about SF, Fantasy, or Horror topics in general, we also have an emphasis on panels discussing the craft side and business sides of writing, for those looking to develop as authors. * One of our content tracks for the weekend is dedicated to Science & Technology itself, not just how it is used in fiction. * We will be screening several movies over the weekend, and Anime will also be shown in our Anime & Animation room at certain times. * There will be Workshops and Demos for Costuming (including "Fabric Manipulation", "How to Make Foam Armor", "Make-up for The Stage", and "A Pox on Patterns!") and Art (including "Using Alcohol Inks", "Block Printing With Your Own Designs", "How to Make A Controlled Color Palette", and "Making Wire-Wrapped Jewelry"), and if you’ve got an outfit you made that you’d like to show off on stage, we’ve got a yearly Costume Contest. * If you are a Filker- or just enjoy listening to other people sing and play music- Philcon has a room dedicated Filk room, and this year’s Musical Guest of Honor is Cecilia Eng. As Cecilia is not often on the east coast, if you’d like to see her play in person, now is an excellent change to do so without flying to the other side of the country. Lynn Gold, another west-coast Filker, will also be joining us this year. There are also Concerts scheduled for Sirens & Liars, Half a Slime Devil, Brenda and Chuck Shaffer-Shiring, and Sara Henya. * Since the Gaming track moved from an upstairs suite to the “Gallery” room on the first floor, it’s had the literal room to expand the number of games it can run, and we’ve got a bevy of them on the schedule for 2024, as well as a bank of games for you to choose from during Open Gaming hours. There's also a LARP Workshop Series being run by Spectacle INK. * Our Artist Guests of Honor for 2024 are Gina Matarazzo and Matthew Stewart. Each will be giving a presentation on our Main Stage on Saturday afternoon, as well as having their art displayed in our Art Show. * Our Principal Speaker for 2024 is MAX GLADSTONE, and we also have Nghi Vo as our Special Guest. Both will be doing Readings, Autograph Sessions, panels, and a main stage Q&A session. An interactive version of our schedule can be found HERE. While a simplified, static overview, organized by track, can be found HERE. Our LinkTree can be found HERE. We would especially value your support this year, as Philcon’s Covid-19 policy in previous years (which required both mandatory masking and proof of vaccination in an attempt to avoid becoming a super-spreader event as several other conventions had) has led to a slow but noticeable decline in attendance. While masking in public spaces is still heavily encouraged, neither proof of vaccination nor masking are required to attend the convention in 2024. We’d love your help in making this year a success, so that we’re in a good position to bring you all something really fantastic for our upcoming 90th anniversary. We’d also love to give you a great weekend right now, for reasons I doubt we need to explain. Here’s to surviving the next few years! ~ Lynati Head of Programming, Philcon 2024

[arcane-vagabond]

Meet Me at the Sea: Prologue

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the at his family's summer home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but now there are bodies washing up on shore and you're starting to lose pockets of time. Bob and his friends are acting strange. Is it fear, or do they know more than they're letting on?

Content Warning: Nothing major. Allusion to neglectful parents, Death of a grandmother. Please let me know if I need to add anything!

Word Count: 1.5k

Series Masterlist

Music poured out from the music box that sat atop your dresser, the sweet melody filling the room easing some of the tension from your shoulders and neck. It was a small thing, something your grandmother had found while on one of her many antiquing trips. Luminescent shells decorating the sides, edges traced in gold, gave the illusion of something magical. It reminded you somewhat of the mermaid figurine she kept placed atop her mantle. She had left it to you when she passed a couple years prior, and it sat proudly on your desk for all to see as they entered your room.

Finals had been stressful, but they were finally over and you had the diploma waiting safely at your childhood home along with most of your belongings. Your parents had driven out to North Carolina for your graduation ceremony, celebrating with you for the weekend before heading back to the Midwest. They had announced their intention to travel for the summer, an announcement you were more than familiar with by this point as they had taken every opportunity to travel since you had been old enough to stay with family over the summer. Once you were eighteen and off to college, they had taken to traveling throughout the year as well. It didn’t bother you all that much—not really, anyway.

You were an only child, and while you knew you were loved, you often wondered if your parents considered you a burden rather than a beloved child, and you had spent most of your summers with your maternal grandmother. Grandma Madge had been so fun and full of life, and you had been closer to her than any of her other grandchildren, though you had fond memories of playing on your grandfather’s boat with your older cousins in the Florida heat, the ocean spray hitting your face and easing the sting of the summer heat. You had been closest with Bubbles, your cousin closest in age to you, and the two of you had been attached at the hip during those summers, calling each other often during the months apart. Of course, Bubbles wasn’t her real name, just like Skipper wasn’t yours. Names given to you by older family members, Bubbles because of the nervous tick she had of blowing bubbles into her drink while lost in thought, Skipper given to you by your grandfather because of the way you commanded your cousins around on the boat.

You may have been the youngest, but you were a natural born leader according to the older man.

You and Bubbles had drifted apart during high school, preoccupied with friends you saw every day and the different dreams the both of you pursued. Bubbles chased a dream of writing the world’s best-selling novel, and you chased a dream instilled in you by your grandmother.

You supposed it was natural to be drawn to the ocean. How many people do you hear lament about their yearning for a beach vacation? You weren’t just interested in the beach, however. No, you were fascinated by the fauna that called the body of water home, wanting to know all you could about it. You begged your parents to buy you every book available on the different creatures living beneath the waves, taking nearly weekly visits to the aquarium. You loved all the creatures, but your favorite had always been the stingrays. The little cow-nosed rays glided through the water, racing up to you for pets. They were like little water puppies, and you spent hours with your hand in the water petting them until your parents had to drag you away to finish looking at the rest of the exhibits. It was on one of those early trips that you procured your closest confidante, Rusty—a stuffed cow-nosed stingray who you kept with you as much as possible.

Rusty had been with you during every embarrassing moment, every bad test, and had even moved with you halfway across the country to attend Duke University in North Carolina. He hadn’t been your only friend for long, as during that first week of classes you met a boy who you would know as your greatest friend four years later.

Bob Floyd was a North Carolina native, having come from the small, island town appropriately named North Island. Bob told you all the stories about growing up in that small, island town, even inviting you to spend holidays with him, but you had politely refused. You still spent that time with your grandmother, keeping her company as much as possible after your grandfather had died your sophomore year of high school.

Grandma Madge had passed at the beginning of your final year, and you had considered taking time off to grieve. It had been Bubbles of all people who had called you up to remind you that your grandmother would have wanted you to continue and finish earning your degree, and so though it pained you to push on, keep going you had.

Now, you were at a loss with what to do for your final summer before starting your PhD program at Duke’s graduate school. Finals were wrapping up, and you found yourself confronted with the possibility of returning home for a summer spent alone while your parents were god only knew where.

“When are you gonna take me up on my offer to just spend the summer at my folk’s place?” Bob huffed in a laugh. You rolled your eyes playfully at him from where you lay sprawled out on his bedspread, several textbooks scattered around you. Bob was seated at his desk, textbooks also cracked open as the two of you studied for finals. “I’m serious, Skipper. It’s senior year, and I’d really like if my best friend would come hang out with me for the summer.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you started, stopping when Bob scoffed, shooting you a scowl.

“You’re never a bother. And where’s that same attitude when you’re over here eating all of my poptarts?”

“That’s different,” you giggled.

Bob glared playfully at you. “I beg to differ. Besides, you’d be doin’ me a favor. I’m always so bored when I’m at home. I could really use the company.”

“Wow, what a ringing endorsement,” you joked, Bob rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have friends?”

“I do,” he conceded with a grimace, “but Nat and Mickey are the only two that are at least somewhat normal, and I always feel like a third wheel. It’d be nice to have another person there to even things out.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, pen tapping against your notebook as you considered his proposal. It would definitely beat a summer in the Midwest. Bob scooted forward, putting on his best pleading look, blue eyes dark and round as he pleaded with you.

“C’mon,” he urged, lower lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. “Pretty please?”

You sighed. “I’ll think about it, alright? I want to see what my parents have planned.”

As it would turn out, your parents had planned a trip abroad for the whole summer, and you were left with no other option but to accept Bob’s proposal.

“Don’t sound so happy,” he had laughed. “You love the ocean, and the house is right on the beach.”

“I am happy,” you countered, loading your bags into the back of his car. “But, I’m worried that I’ll just be an imposition.”

“For the thousandth time,” Bob said with a dramatic roll of his eyes, “you are not an imposition. My parents love you, remember? Sometimes I think they like you more than they like me. Do you really think they would have let me invite you if they didn’t? Hell, I had to fight’em to keep’em from inviting you themselves.”

Bob’s parents were a sweet couple. Susan was a stay-at-home mom turned entrepreneur, while Richard was a tech developer, and both absolutely adored their only son. They had latched onto you the second Bob had introduced you to them during one of the home football games they had driven up to see, and now they considered you the daughter they never had.

“How did they react when you told them I was coming?” You asked him with a grin. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Pretty sure there’s a mountain of balloons waiting for us when we get there,” he mused, closing the door to the trunk. The two of you rounded the different sides of the car before getting in. Once your seatbelt was fastened, you looked up to see Bob giving you a peculiar look. You returned it with a confused one, and he looked down pointedly at your lap.

“Rusty does not sit in the back,” you said, hugging the stuffed ray closer. Bob let out a little laugh as he held his hands up in surrender.

“You sure you remembered everything?” He asked you as he started the car. You nodded, shifting in your seat to get more comfortable.

“I’m sure.”

“Alright then,” he grinned, turning to you. “Let’s get goin’.”

A/N: Here it is! I told y’all I was gonna rewrite it lol But I’m finally getting around to it!

As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. I no longer do tag lists, but you can follow my side blog ( @arcanevagabond-library ) and turn on post notifications for all updates! You can also find my stories on AO3 under the username arcane_vagabond. Until next time!

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in August 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Happy reading!

[ Text list below ⤵ ]

❓What was the last queer book you read?

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ Failure to Comply - Sarah Cavar 🧡 I Spit On Your Celluloid - Heidi Honeycutt 💛 You're Embarrassing Yourself - Desiree Akhavan 💚 Death of the Hero - Briona Johnson 💙 Between Dragons and Their Wrath - Devin Madson 💜 The Crimson Crown - Heather Walter ❤️ Sacrificial Animals - Kailee Pedersen 🧡 Oath of Fire - K. Arsenault Rivera 💛 The Palace of Eros - Caro De Robertis 💙 This Ravenous Fate - Hayley Dennings 💜 Mistress of Lies - K.M. Enright 🌈 Wolf Bite - T.J. Nichols

❤️ In the Valley, A Shadow - Samantha Tano 🧡 Follow My Lead - Adrian J. Smith 💛 The Last Woman I Kissed - Venetia Di Pierro 💚 Full Shift - Jennifer Dugan & Kristen Seaton 💙 Hers for the Weekend - Helena Greer 💜 Come Out, Come Out - Natalie C. Parker ❤️ Rules for Ghosting - Shelly Jay Shore 🧡 How to Leave the House - Nathan Newman 💛 Plot Twist - Carmen Sereno 💙 On the Far Side of a Crescendo - Kalyn Hazel 💜 Tiny Oblivions and Mutual Self Destructions - Maxwell I. Gold 🌈 Daylan and the River of Secrets - Edd Tello

❤️ The Italy Letters - Vi Khi Nao 🧡 The Gender Binary Is a Big Lie - Lee Wind 💚 The House Where Death Lives - Alex Brown 💙 Ash's Cabin - Jen Wang 💜 The Avian Hourglass - Lindsey Drager ❤️ The Heart Wants - Krystina Rivers 🧡 A Grand Love - Janna Barkin 💛 You Can't Go Home Again - Jeanette Bears 💜 Libertad - Bessie Flores Zaldivar 🌈 Her Golden Coast - Anat Deracine

❤️ Mighty Millie Novak - Elizabeth Holden 💛 Rise and Divine - Lana Harper 💚 Dying for You - L Flowers 💙 I'll Have What He's Having - Adib Khorram 💜 Changing Her Tune - Amanda Kabak ❤️ Monogamy? In this Economy? - Laura Boyle 🧡 The Rainbow Age of Television - Sayna Maci Warner 💛 Medusa of the Roses - Navid Sinaki 💙 Confounding Oaths - Alexis Hall 💜 Idol Lives - K.T. Salvo 🌈 Brother's Keeper - Quinn Cameron

❤️ Key Lime Sky - Al Hess 🧡 Crushing It - Erin Becker 💛 The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou 💚 Not for the Faint of Heart - Lex Croucher 💙 Tasting Temptation - JJ Arias 💜 Ami - S. Jae-Jones ❤️ You're the Problem, It's You - Emma R. Alban 🧡 Cubs & Campfires - Dylan Drakes 💛 The Dark We Know - Wen-yi Lee 💙 Practical Rules for Cursed Witches - Kayla Cottingham 💜 Riyati Rebirth - Kalani Shimizu 🌈 The Brujos of Borderland High - Gume Laurel III

❤️ A Bánh Mì for Two - Trinity Nguyen 🧡 Dance of the Starlit Sea - Kiana Krystle 💛 Scattered Snows, to the North - Carl Phillips 💚 Beyond a World Apart - Caitlin Myers 💙 Don't Let It Break Your Heart - Maggie Horne 💜 Nothing Heals Me Like You Do - Harper Bliss ❤️ How It All Ends - Emma Hunsinger 🧡 How Do I Sexy? - Mx. Nillin Lore 💛 The Palace of Eros - Caro De Robertis 💙 Prince of the Palisades - Julian Winters 💜 Better Left Buried - Mary E. Roach 🌈 Back to Back - Jo Fletcher

❤️ DITCHLAPSE / [REALLY AFRAID] - Tommy Wyatt 🧡 The Love Archives: Bonus Scenes & Excerpts for Palestine - Various 💛 Guardian: Zhen Hun - Ying Priest 💚 The Sunforge - Sascha Stronach 💙 Queering Reproductive Justice - Candace Bond-Theriault 💜 Gender Explained - Diane Ehrensaft & Michelle Jurkiewicz ❤️ The Unlikely Pair - Jax Calder 🧡 In Universes - Emet North 💛 We Love the Nightlife - Rachel Koller Croft 💙 Lessons from Cruising - Martin Goodman 💜 Wild Ginger in the Rhubarb - Eule Grey 🌈 Not My Circus - Delicia Niami

❤️ Asunder - Kerstin Hall 🧡 The Phoenix Keeper - S.A. MacLean 💛 Encounters with James Baldwin - Various 💚 Verity's Game - Jennifer Giacalone 💙 Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase - Fae Quin 💜 The Audacity Omnibus - Carmen Loup ❤️ Haunted to Death - Frank Anthony Polito 🧡 Blood Orange - Paige Grunewald 💛 The Bad Things We Did - Chris Archeske 💙 Dark Restraint - Katee Robert 💜 Worth the Wait - Kenna White 🌈 The Maid and the Crocodile - Jordan Ifueko

❤️ Loving Corrections - Adrienne Maree Brown 🧡 The Last Witch in Edinburgh - Marielle Thompson 💛 The Duchess of Kokora - Nikhil Prabala 💚 The Scales of Seduction - Rien Gray 💙 Survival Is a Promise - Alexis Pauline Gumbs 💜 Loka - S.B. Divya ❤️ The Every Body Book of Consent - Rachel E Simon 🧡 Southern Lights - Liz Arncliffe 💛 Then Things Went Dark - Bea Fitzgerald 💙 Death at Morning House - Maureen Johnson 💜 The Last Doorbell - William Parker 🌈 The Pairing - Casey McQuiston

[mythaura-blog]

Development Update - October 2024

Hi folks, Miyazaki here bringing you an update for Mythaura's development for the month of October! We've got some species change mechanics, super cute expressions for Hippogriffs, a rich new color for your beast creations, the Ko-fi results for the Fall Quarter Ko-fi Rewards, and some astrology.

Additionally: Koa, Sark, and I have been very busy the past month scoping out the remainder of the work that needs to be done in order to support Mythaura's initial launch. We're building in plenty of buffer to account for any unforeseen work that will need doing as well as any issues that may crop up.

We're really buckling down to get Mythaura to a point where we can bring in our Beta testers and get this game into a playable state. We've come a long way in our development journey and are so thankful to have had you all along for the ride.

Changing Species: Soulshift Coins

One of our biggest goals with Mythaura is to grant users the ability to customize their Beasts to be exactly what you want them to be. To that end, we've created our species-changing items: Soulshift Coins.

Functionality

There will be one coin for each species; Tier 1 Beasts (Griffins, Unicorns, Dragons) will have bronze coins, Tier 2 Beasts (Quetzals, Kirins, and Hippogriffs) will have silver coins, and Tier 3 Beasts (Ryus, Perytons, and Basilisks) will have gold coins. We are also planning to have a Jade Soulshift Coin, which would randomize the species of the Beast that it is used on.

These single-use items will change a Beast's species, so long as they are not in a Wild Area or in battle. They can be used on both young and adult Beasts. They can also be used on expecting Beasts, but will not impact the species of the unborn offspring.

Immediately upon use, the Beast will have their secondary Element changed to match the new species (if applicable). All Skill Tree points are reset and all equipped glamours and apparel not supported by the new species will automatically be uneqipped and sent back to the player's inventory.

Acquisition

All Soulshift Coins will be obtainable with in-game currency. Access to the different tiers will be tied to the New Game cycle that the player is in:

Players in the base New Game will be able to purchase Soulshift Coins for the Tier 1 species

Players in New Game+ will be able to purchase Soulshift Coins for Tier 1 and Tier 2 species

Players in New Game+2 and beyond will be able to purchase Soulshift Coins for Tier 1, Tier 2, and Tier 3 species

Tier 2 and Tier 3 Soulshift Coins will also be available through other gameplay means, like Seasonal rewards and the Weekend Traveler's inventory. Soulshift Coins that show up in the Weekend Traveler's inventory may end up being purchased with premium currency. We're still figuring out the details there, but rest assured that there will be multiple ways for players to acquire these species-changing items!

New Expressions: Hippogriffs

Koa and our talented art team have wrapped up drawing each of our available Specials, Supers, and Mutations on the expressions for both the young and adult Hippogriffs. These headshots will appear whenever a Hippogriff shows up in dialogue.

New Color: Porphyry

Named for the igneous rocks that they resemble, our color wheel's newest addition, Porphyry, is a rich red-brown with purple highlights. We encourage you to play around in the Beast Creator to come up with some fun new Beast designs!

Ko-fi Fall Quarter 2024 Winners

Thank you to all the Ko-fi sponsors who voted for the Fall Quarter 2024 rewards. Next month we will show the finalized artwork for the Inhabited Skull Companion and the Diaphonized Ryu Glamour. Stay tuned!

Mythauran Astrology: November

The month of November is referred to as Deepfrost's Current, representing the powerful and dangerous currents coursing beneath the ice floes that form to bridge the mainland to the stony islands off the coast. This month is also associated with the constellation of the Reaver and the chrysocolla stone.

Mythaura V0.33

Created functionality for species change items

Added functionality for 8 out of 12 ailments

Ongoing work implementing skill functionality

Refactored passive effects, splitting them into "battle effects" and "passive effects"

Added ailment display to battle front end

Added passive effect display to battle front end

Added checks that prevent certain game actions from occurring while in a wild area or in battle

Added temporary health, armor, and shield to beast stat bars

Thank You!

Thanks for sticking through to the end of the post, we always look forward to sharing our month's work with all of you--thank you for taking the time to read. We'll see you around the Discord.

[scorchieart]

Hello Scorchie! May i request headcanons for Rio and Silvio about what their ideal solo vacation would be? I know requests are up to 3 princes so you can pick a third! Or just the two would be good. Thank you!

Silvio, Rio, & Keith's Solo Vacations

It's been over a year, but this was the perfect weekend for me to finally tackle this one. I chose Keith for the third since I'm rereading his route atm. Hope you enjoy!

Silvio Ricci

Where does the man who travels the world for work go on vacation?

As if Silvio would know. He throws a dart at whatever map Carlo is studying at the time. Anything will work as long as it’s away from the palace. Far far away.

“It’s got a hole, genius.” Silvio flicks a gold coin into the scholar’s dumbfounded face and swipes the map. A remote island off the coast of Tanzanite? That’ll do nicely. 

Packs extremely light. “If I need it, I’ll buy it there” outlook.

Doesn’t bother to tell anyone where he’s going. If it’s that important, they would have told him before he left, right? Of course, he didn’t bother to tell anyone he was leaving in the first place…

Weather so fair and route so straightforward Silvio could navigate with his eyes closed. Hm? Yes, of course he’d be captaining his own ship. This is his vacation, after all.

Familiar scents of coin and opportunity waft into his face as soon as he touches shore. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and steers away from the marketplace, heading straight for the bungalow he purchased on his last visit here. He is on vacation, after all.

He left the crew with orders to do as they pleased during their stay, so Silvio spent the first five days alone hiking, fishing, swimming, rafting, rope weaving, sandcastle building, sandcastle destroying, bonfire starting, out-of-control-bonfire extinguishing, spontaneous karaoking…

He isn’t lonely!

… Just bored.

Maybe a trip to town wouldn’t be too bad. It was time to restock some home essentials. To fully enjoy the vacation, of course. 

Is exceedingly aware of tourist traps but doesn’t use that as an excuse to avoid the locals. When he finally psyches himself up, Silvio peruses the stalls and bazaars of the area, pockets a-jangle in all their musical monetary glory.

It just so happens he didn’t pack a toothbrush, and the repeated fish dinners stung his nostrils with each breath he took. Not his fault the miswak salesman was more than happy to offload his entire month’s stock to Silvio’s hygienic cause.

And Silvio only packed two outfits for the trip; one to wear while the other washed. It would be a shame not to indulge in the rich styles of the locals, all the dozens of combinations of colors and fabrics and textures. Oh, and can’t forget the accessories either.

But before he could try even a single piece on, how could Silvio be expected to properly experience his vacation to the fullest when the bathhouse could use an extra steam room? Or two? Plus retiling. And since they were entertaining a foreign prince, why not go for the full remodel? It would only be rude for Silvio not to invest in such an essential aspect of their culture during his stay.

By the time Silvio leaves, the island’s commerce, businesses, and quality of life are thriving. Neighboring lands scramble to enlist their best cartographers to balloon maps of their territories to ludicrous proportions and send them as gifts of goodwill to the brilliant scholar of Benitoite Palace.

Rio Ortiz

Weeks of pleading, several doctor’s visits, and a few near-collapse scares. But the final nail in the coffin is the imperial order issued by all eight princes to take some time off away from the palace. An overworked body and mind are ill-suited to properly serving a mistress, after all.

Several more days of convincing are needed before Rio agrees to go on this vacation alone. “Focus on yourself and do the things you like,” you tell him.

But what he likes are all the things you like. Wouldn’t thinking about you the entire trip be counterproductive then? Maybe he should just take a staycation…

Rio wakes the next morning in a carriage bound for Rhodolite’s southern region. In his coat pocket he finds a small coin purse and a note: “Until the season ends. And not a day sooner.” It is signed by Sariel Noir, Mr. Akatsuki, and you.

(Aww, he got your autograph. First souvenir.)

At last the carriage stops in a small village near the Jadean border. What it lacks in size it makes up for in charm: the homes cluster around an inviting inn like the rings of a conch shell, a café abuts a humble bookshop near the town hall, and children freely splash in a shallow pond just beyond the last row of houses.

After checking into the inn and depositing the bags he certainly didn’t pack, Rio spends the day exploring the town that would be his home for the next three weeks. 

He orders a black tea at the café and, after a brief chat, teaches the owner how to best brew your favorite warm beverages. The owner thanks him, waves the tea fee, and gifts a sachet of Jadean herbs that, when steeped in hot water, can cure a man’s drowsiness instantly. (Second souvenir.)

Next is the bookshop, and Rio spends the rest of the afternoon helping the seller rearrange her shelves by language of origin and genre, as Mr. Akatsuki recommended was best for stores catering to cross-kingdom travelers. The seller thanks him, lets him sit on the store’s comfiest couch, and gifts a collection of unpublished short stories and folk tales from across the south of Rhodolite. (Third souvenir.)

Upon returning to the inn that night, he is greeted by the staff scrambling up and down the building attempting to stave off a rat infestation. Rio quickly drops his gifts off in his room (hidden in the pockets of those bags he certainly didn’t pack), runs back to the lobby, and pulls up his sleeves. In under an hour, the entire pack of rodents is safely captured in a cage and released into the field just beyond the pond. Rio always disliked “exterminating” rodents in view of Sariel. The inn staff is so grateful they tell him he is welcome to stay his entire trip free of charge.

When the three weeks are up and the carriage returns to collect him, the driver gawks at the bursting bags Rio certainly overpacked.  “Just how much money did those princes give you?” the driver asks. 

Rio pulls the coin purse out of his pocket for the second time on the trip and gives it a jingly shake. “I dunno. Never opened it.”

Keith Howell

Solo vacations are practically nonexistent in Keith’s life. There is always another presence tagging along, hovering at arm’s length like a kindred soul, no matter the time or place or how hard he tries to slip away.

That’s right — Dill is always up for an adventurous getaway!

Easy for a bird to say (chirp), but a prince cannot simply spread his wings and take flight whenever the urge strikes. What would his family, his kingdom, other kingdoms say if they learned Keith Howell played skippy? 

No, that wouldn’t do. He sits at his desk and prepares dozens of personalized letters, each individual one copied twice in case the originals get lost in transit. In them, he details his intentions to take one month of next year’s summer away from the palace for the express purpose of individual scientific study, promises his prompt return before the annual goodwill summit’s opening ceremonies, and apologizes for any inconveniences the trip will cause.

Dill angrily pecks Keith’s hand whenever he slips up and starts writing the location they will be heading to. It can’t be a proper vacation unless they are totally off the grid.

Eleven months and excessive worst-case scenario planning later, Keith and Dill set out on their trip. Their destination: an uninhabited province in the valley region near Obsidian.

They pack enough food to feed five men and five birds for five weeks. Similar precautions are taken for shelter, clothing, first aid, and other travel essentials. The list is checked and rechecked each time they stop to build camp.  

Keith only considers turning back twice.

The journey would normally take less than a week, but the pair plotted their course to pass through several special botanical landmarks to check in on the exotic collections there, extending the voyage to take up nearly half their one-month timeline. Dill allows these extended detours since the satisfaction on Keith’s face whenever he sees a tree or bush or fungus thriving is a form of self-care in itself.

Their final destination sits in a crater at the cusp of the valley. Centuries ago, a meteor crashed into the mountainside, carving out a chunk from the earth at such an unnatural angle that it perpetually disrupted the biosphere of the resulting crater from its surrounding region. Keith once read about the region and how its unique evolution rendered it ill-suited for animal life and knew instantly he wanted to study it in person one day.

And that day finally arrived. With his feathered friend on one shoulder and a bag full of fresh field journals and researching tools on the other, Keith marches into the no-man’s land with a beaming expression Dill would describe as more remarkable than any of the organisms they encountered on the trip.

One week after the pair’s promised return date, and not a soul complains when Keith interrupts the goodwill summit with his late arrival, politely requests all inquiries wait another week for him to respond to, and promptly heads straight to his room for the longest, most blissful sleep of his life, all the while hugging his filled journals to his chest and tracking mud and Dill along behind him.

Silvio takes a vacation from his vacation. The village takes a vacation during Rio's vacation. Keith takes a staycation after his vacation.

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✼. THRU SPACE 'N TIME | THE FAMILY.

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✹.⠀The Sommers family is very tight-knit. Throughout her career, Michaela's family has made a lot of sacrifices to provide her with the opportunities that have enabled her to become the driver she is today. Ever grateful, Michaela has never let them forget how precious they all are to her. Between luxurious gifts and simple podium gestures, the Sommers family retains the ultimate spotlight within Michaela's career.

TOBIAS SOMMERS is the father of Formula One racing driver Michaela Sommers. Attributed by his daughter as being the "driving force" behind her love of racing, Sommers gifted her with a go-kart for her fifth birthday as a form of bonding. After Michaela fell in love with driving, he entered her in karting competitions across eastern Australia. After losing his job in 2012 through massive layoffs, Michaela would be forced to put a hold on her racing for nearly a year before leaving for the UK with the financial assistance of Tobias' younger brother, Travis. Currently, Tobias Sommers is a frequent face in the paddock on race weekends. Notoriously, he can be found wearing the cap of his daughter's team while conversing with her manager Guido Marotta.

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀THE BASICS.

birth name: tobias stephen sommers

alias: toby sommers

date of birth: october 20, 1970

zodiac sign: libra

hometown: whyalla, australia

ethnicity: australian

nationality: australian

languages: english

height: 5'10" (178 cm)

career: accountant

faceclaim: guy pearce

MIRIAM SOMMERS, better known by her professional name Miriam Sandile, is the mother of Formula One racing driver Michaela Sommers. Born in Johannesburg, South Africa, Sandile moved to Australia at the age of 17 to pursue a professional dance career with the Sydney Dance Company. After marrying Tobias Sommers, Miriam moved to Gold Coast to focus on choreography. According to her youngest daughter, Miriam was not as enthusiastic as her husband with Michaela's love for racing. In fact, she would avoid watching full races due to her overwhelming anxiety. Regardless, Miriam did her best to prepare her daughter for the impending negativity that would follow her throughout her career. Ever proud of her daughter's accomplishments, Miriam has a hand in every contract Michaela signs.

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀THE BASICS.

birth name: miriam yonela sandile

legal name: miriam yonela sommers

date of birth: january 26, 1970

zodiac sign: aquarius

hometown: johannesburg, south africa

ethnicity: xhosa

nationality: south african

languages: english, xhosa

height: 5'7" (170 cm)

career: choreographer

faceclaim: hlubi mboya

COURTNEY SOMMERS is the older sister of Formula One racing driver Michaela Sommers. Five years the driver's senior, Michaela often jokes about her sister's taking after her mother in regards to her distaste for racing. While Tobias Sommers was unable to convince his older daughter to pick up his interest in motorsport, Courtney is a passive fan of formula racing. Although the distance between the two sisters often results in relationship strain due to their equally headstrong natures, the two are still incredibly close. In her free time away from her work with her STEM foundation, Courtney can be seen supporting Michaela (from a stress-free distance).

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀THE BASICS.

birth name: courtney christine sommers

alias: coco sommers

date of birth: august 06, 1994

zodiac sign: leo

hometown: gold coast, australia

ethnicity: australian & xhosa

nationality: australian

languages: english

height: 5'6" (168 cm)

career: nonprofit advocacy director

faceclaim: carolyn moore

TRAVIS SOMMERS is the uncle and former manager of Formula One racing driver Michaela Sommers. As the younger brother of Sommers' father, Tobias, Travis spent much of his niece's early childhood tagging along to her karting competitions. Sharing his brother's love for all things racing, Travis invested a great deal of time into ensuring his niece's karts were in prime condition for competition while pulling strings in the background to get her into races for older children. Recognizing her potential early on, Travis stepped up to provide the financial support for Michaela's racing career after his brother lost his job in 2012. Moving to the UK, Travis became Michaela's full-time guardian and manager, establishing connections across all levels of formula racing to ensure his niece would be able to achieve her dreams and more. Known to be a lion of negotiation, Sommers stepped back from managing Michaela's career in 2016, only after securing top manager Guido Marotta to replace him. Travis continues to have input in Michaela's career, namely with sponsors and promotional appearances but has since shifted his focus to making a Formula One caliber racer in his young son, Quentin.

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀THE BASICS.

birth name: travis joseph sommers

date of birth: november 03, 1980

zodiac sign: scorpio

hometown: whyalla, australia

ethnicity: australian

nationality: australian

languages: english

height: 6'1" (185 cm)

career: day trader

faceclaim: alex o’laughlin

BEENA KOTHARE is the wife of Travis Sommers. Frequently referred to as the calming force to calm Travis' madness, Beena is credited for establishing a connection between Prema Racing principal, Rene Rosin and her husband. Michaela attributes much of her demeanor to the elegant editor who continues to work as a fashion editor for Harper's Bazaar. Beena is typically spotted accompanying her husband to Formula races and being more than supportive of her son's racing ambitions.

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀THE BASICS.

birth name: beena kothare

legal name: beena kothare-sommers

date of birth: september 17, 1985

zodiac sign: virgo

hometown: london, england

ethnicity: marathi

nationality: english

languages: english

height: 5'2" (157 cm)

career: harper's bazaar editor

faceclaim: dilshad vadsaria

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Be natural and let the beauty fly

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max baby fever is real actually… enemies to lovers hatefucking but you guys eventually become fwb and then BOOM suddenly youre married but the sexual tension never leaves and then you have a tiny baby lion

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it’s the baby lion for me 🥺

working for red bull was no easy task. especially the weekend after weekend of scrutiny. surely, people had their reasons but its still a pain in the ass. 

you were a press officer for the team, you covered the general press handlings; approving press releases, statements, team appearances etc. but recently, you were stuck working with max as his old press officer was on maternity leave. 

max was the biggest pain in your side, you don’t think you’ve ever worked with a driver that was so irritating. 

over the course of the season, things got better. max sort of mellowed out and only became a little tense during the last race. it was down to the wire between here and lewis as to who was going to win the championship.

the was exactly what the team had been looking for and the celebration was beyond anything you could imagine. the drinks were following and one by one, the cans stacked up. 

you and max some how ended up in the same elevator after everything, the two of you had too many drinks and ended up all over each other. stumbling back to the room, hands all over each other and clothes all over the floor and you two spent the rest of the night in bed together. 

from that night, it spiralled into more. you and max ended up going back and forth over the break, sneaking around together for a bit before the season started. 

you two continued through the racing season; longing looks, hidden kisses and touches, the extra long hugs when he wins. 

at some point after the summer break, his press officer returns from maternity leave, and you go back to your regular duties, which means now you can announce that you're dating without there being a conflict of interest.

the dates were like no other, how many women can say they get to travel the world with the person they love and go on dates around the world every other weekend? 

you and max were in brazil this weekend, the season to last race when he rolled over in bed. “hey,” he whispers and you look over at him. 

you were doing some work in bed, max was settling in for the night. he rested a little velvet box on your laptop and you looked at him, confused. “what's this?” 

“open it.” he tells you, so you do. inside is a ring, a fat emerald cut diamond set on a slightly thick gold band. 

“max,” you look over at him and he smiles. “I know you didn’t want a big proposal but I can still get on my knees if you want.”

you shook your head but he pulls the ring out, reaching for your hand. “will you marry me?” 

“yeah,” you giggled, you can feel the tears when you lean over to kiss him, the cold band pressed to his cheek once it was on your finger. 

your laptop and max going to sleep was long forgotten. a tangle of limbs, clothes all over the floor, the blankets were kicked to the end of the bed. 

“I cannot wait to marry you,” he whispers to you, your legs wrapped around his waist. “might be the wrong time but just letting you know I'm keeping my last name.” 

your wedding was nothing if not picture perfect, as was your honeymoon. 

you two had a week to yourselves, a little villa on the amalfi coast. max was determined that you two would be starting your family sooner than later and that’s exactly was he was up too. 

“gonna put a baby in you, pretty girl.” 

“that’s my girl, take it so well. made just for me.” 

“look so pretty full of me.” 

and surely enough, about 3 months post honeymoon and you found out you were having a baby. you were both beyond ecstatic. 

max was more into the baby planning, nursery thing that you were so you let him take charge. 

turns out the little boy was getting a jungle themed nursery and in the centre of the mural painted on the wall was a lion, the king of the jungle. 

the months roll by and now you’ve got your own little lion, most weekends it killed max to be away from you two but the little one was too little to travel so many miles, though you two did go to the monaco gp to surprise him. 

most nights when he came in, he changed off and went straight to check on the little man, you got booted to second place. 

more often than not, you find max sleeping in the rocking chair with your baby boy in his arms. 

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Hiiiiiii

Can you write a jason smut where jase and the reader are high school sweethearts and its their first time ???

You swallow around the urge to let out a nervous sounding laugh as a tickling, wet kiss is placed on your left collarbone, the muscles in your throat tethering and constricting with the movement as Jason parts his kiss swollen lips to smile against your goosebump ridden flesh. Your stomach muscles tighten and narrow in as your boyfriend's careful and teasing fingertips dance their way down your bare and quivering middle, his thighs bracketing you in place as he hovers above you.

The sound of his spit clad grin disconnecting from your clavicle is audible in the slightly tense air surrounding you two, and the titter of nerves you were once able to hold back, pours out of you as Jason uses his hand holding up his weight near your head to level himself out with you and rests his forehead against yours. Bright blue eyes peer down into your own as he flattens his palm and lengthy fingers on your lower abdomen, the cool silver of your guys' matching class ring on his ring finger making itself apparent, as the chilled temperature of the jewelry opposes and stands out against the heated and blushed skin anticipatingly shifting underneath it.

"So nervous, even though this was your idea." He playfully taunts, the cerulean of his irises narrowing and disappearing as his smile widens and takes over his handsome features. Your laughter stutters and halts in your chest as you watch his slightly bruised lips spread, and you instinctively tilt your chin upward to chase after the taste of your own skin on his tongue. Jason immediately reacts to your kiss, his grin softening and jaw slacking enough to lave his appendage out to cascade it over your quiet gasp, before slowly licking and making its way into your welcoming and awaiting mouth. Your boyfriend's earlier and halfhearted confidence retreats as your tongues connect and your right hand weaves itself into his curly and unruly mane, his own desperation and want becoming obvious as his lips needily solidify themselves against your own, and his legs surrounding yours push your own pair even further together.

You mewl as your upper thighs rub and create friction only inches away from where you truly need it most, and as the salty taste of your own perspiration from your skin is granted on the tip of your tongue. You crane your neck back to suck in a much needed breath of air, a thick trail of shared spit breaking and landing on your chin as the ends of your hair graze the indented pillows underneath your partially lifted head. Jason forces himself to stay in place as your chest heaves just centimeters away from his own, the thin gold chain collectively holding your own ring around your neck enticingly moving to the side as you shakily pant.

"As if I did anything more than invite you over to my house for the weekend." You muse once you're sure your voice wouldn't break, and you could partially exhale. Jason's eyes follow the ring as if he was in a trance, before making their way down to the swell of your breasts, and then to his fingertips absentmindedly pressing themselves in your groin. Your heart pounds in your chest as you readily lift your head to follow his line of sight, a rush of heat flooding its way up your chest and resting upon your cheeks as you fleetingly look at the soon to be marks being imprinted in your skin. Jason removes his hand from the side of your head to encase it around your waist as he shifts back, your hips twitching as you hear him shakily curse from above you and near your knees. You use your now free hand to help you stabilize yourself on your elbows as you follow after him, your legs anchoring themselves shut as you catch him staring wide eyed down in between them.

The newly opened space in between you two allows for a coast of air to move its way through, and you bite back a full body shiver as the essence soaking itself through your cotton underwear makes itself known. You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and go to throw your head back, only to pause in place as you feel your boyfriend's fingertips lightly tug at the lace sewn in on the top of the now ruined fabric. You tease your bottom lip with your two front teeth as Jason hesitantly looks up at you, his own face now a beet red. "Can I?" He nearly whispers, his own question sounding foreign and heavy on his used tongue. You glance down at his hand securely wrapped around your waist, the thumb comfortingly rubbing figure 8's in the sensitive skin surrounding it, and then back into his eyes, which are still focused on you. You shudder out a hilted exhalation, before nodding and relaxing your thighs. Nerves erupt throughout your entirety as his hand slowly loosens from around your hip and comes down to help his other slowly roll down the soaked cotton, your eyes feeling heavy and dilated as he sends you a praising look after you instinctively lift your hips from the tousled sheets underneath you to help.

You bend your knees once he has your underwear near the bottom of your thighs, the front tops of your feet brushing against Jason's raising ballsack and throbbing erection as you try to lift them from in between his own. Heat collects in your middle at the resounding grunt he lets out, and as his hips press themselves against you. Your clit begins to pulsate at the feeling of his dick's natural heaviness, and you spread your legs open even wider once you're able to unsteadily raise your legs to the side. Jason haphazardly manages to get the cotton past your ankles, before blindingly tossing it to the side, his eyes transfixed on your sex as soon as it fully comes into view. Your elbows shake and you falter as your boyfriend carefully raises and rests one of your ankles on his left shoulder, before turning his head to the side and descending his way down to your core with his mouth attached to the inner corner of your leg. Your hips tremble and jolt with every inch he licks, kisses and sucks his way up to your weeping pussy, your eyebrows furrowing and your jaw slack as he takes his time with you.

Jason presses his painful erection against your other bent leg, rutting against and using your raised kneecap to relieve some of the pressure against his still clothed and palpitating cock. Jason's mouth salivates as he watches you pant and attempt to hold yourself in place for him, his cockhead beading with precum and begging to be free of its confines. Your leg connected to his groin is pressed down flat, before being raised and wrapped around his side, his stomach nearly grazing the sheets and blankets as he sucks a hickey into your bikini line. Slick runs its way down your swollen folds and tears cling to your lash line as you try to be obedient and patient, the lapping of his tongue only inches away from your sex making it nearly impossible for you to be.

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Your boyfriend asks you, sounding drunk and dazed off the taste of you. Your ring settles in between your breasts as you inch yourself up into a sitting position, your lips slick with spit and your eyes feeling ablaze. Jason sucks once last mark into the skin of your hip, before raising himself up on his knees, his large ringed hand encircling itself around your limb to keep your leg hooked on his shoulder.

"I want you," you breathe, your eyes darting over his facial features as you watch him take in your words. Jason's eyes widen as you reach down to try and grasp at the waistband of his checkered boxers, his own inhalation getting trapped in his chest once you're able to delicately run your fingertips over his hardened shaft. "I want you, all the way. I want us to be each other's firsts."

The hand holding your leg up, runs its way down to grasp onto your own, the other coming up to cup your chin and tug you in even closer. Your rising smile turns shy as your nose bumps against his, the desperation and hunger you felt earlier turning into a gentle pitter of desire as you look back into his softening gaze. "I always wanted you to be my first, and I always knew you were going to be, baby," he murmurs to you in a placating and calm tone, his lips brushing against yours in a light caress with every word he speaks. Jason licks his own set as he brings his thumb up to press it into your bottom one, his gaze hardening as you peek your tongue out to run it along his slightly trembling fingertip. "Are you sure you're ready?"

You place a gentle kiss on his digit, before smiling against the skin, lowering your leg down to wrap it alongside his middle instead. Bringing his hand down to your neck and him into an opened mouth, shared breath of a kiss, you swallow his moan and carefully lie yourself back down with him on top of you.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life."

⭒

You gasp around a stuttered exhale as Jason carefully runs a finger through your folds, forcing your eyes to stay open and on him as he takes his time with you. Gentle pecks are placed from the crown of your head, down to the precipice of your jawline. His now free cock bumps against your shaking thigh, as he rubs his thumb against your jack hammering clit and grazes his index finger near your fluttering entrance.

"Please." You stammer, nearly stutter, beg. Jason presses his grin against your skin, before slowly and carefully sliding the pad of his digit inside of you. A sigh of relief bellows its way out from in between your kiss chapped and soring lips at the slight relief, the sound turning silent as your boyfriend shapes and curves his finger upward. He pauses once his second knuckle makes direct contact with the tightening walls of your sex, only pushing back and creating space in between you two to be able to look down and watch the rest of his finger disappear inside of you.

"So fucking beautiful, knew you'd be worth the wait." He speaks out loud in a wonderous and awed tone, his cockhead jumping and spurting out a translucent, warm pearl of pre-ejaculate as he slowly pumps his digit in and out of you. You reach down to encircle your hand around his wrist, looking up at him with muted desperation as the sound of your slick accumulating on his palm becomes audible and echoed. Jason carefully adds his middle finger alongside his index, making sure to stimulate your clit to help distract you from the uncommon stretch.

You moan loudly and preen forward as a sharp spike of arousal crashes into you and warms your gut, Jason's smile turning triumphant as he relentlessly twists and prods at your spongelike spot. "There it is," He announces, lapping at his bottom lip hungrily as he watches your essence begin to run down his wrist and collect where your own hand rested. Your hips raise from the bed once again, and your boyfriend encourages the movement by wrapping a hand around your cloying waist. "That's right, ride my fingers."

Sweat drips down your neck and makes its way down to your bouncing breasts as you thrust and move your hips as best and as fast as you can, careening in short spurts every time he leans forward to lick and lap at every inch of your body he can get to without faltering his own thrusts. "Such a good fucking girl." He pants, his own chest feeling tight and overexerted as he watches you use him for your own pleasure.

You gape and shallowly suck in breaths as you lift your hips up and down, twitching in near overstimulation as Jason taps and abuses your clit and incessantly prods at your g-spot, his name being the only word continuously repeated as your orgasm quickly approaches. The last thing you see is Jason removing his hand and your own going slack, before he dips down to harshly suck at your clit with his enthusiastic mouth, and your release causes your vision to whiten and blur. Your thighs tighten and bracket him in, the sensation of his reddish-brown hair cascading down your legs feeling like a comforting, ghostlike touch as you fight to catch your breath and will yourself to stop seizing.

Strong, reassuring hands grip your lower half in place as he continues to suck a mark into your pussy, only stopping after you sob and nearly begin to convulse and shy away. Soft kisses are placed and traveled upward, his mouth only able to make it past your bellybutton once you relax and come back to enough to realize he's trying to move. Your breath is nearly stable by the time he makes it up to you and you're both face to face, the glistening sheen on his chin and upper neck enough to make you chortle out a laugh and turn your head in jubilant mortification.

His cleaner hand comes up to brush the hair out of your face, his grin wide and satisfied as he bends down to share the taste of your own slick and release with you. You open your mouth compliantly as he licks his way back in and curls his tongue to massage it on the roof of your mouth. You take in your own musk and taste as he feeds it to you, giggling into his mouth as you somehow manage to turn you both over, so he lands onto his back. Mussed and disorganized curls fan out on the pillows beneath him like a halo, and you look down at him in amazement, before shaking your head.

"God, I love you." You confess, watching as he pauses underneath you, before smiling wide and reaching up to encircle his arms around you, his repeating words to you coming out and sounding like second nature. You both moan as you fully sit down on his lap, your slick still present enough to help you slide against the entirety of his shaft. Lifting your hips to make sure you aren't too sore or tired to attempt to ride him, you carefully reach back and encase your palm around his dick once you don't cramp. You nearly jump as a warm palm flattens itself against your middle to get your attention.

"Baby, if you're sore, we don't have to continue." Jason offers, even as his dick pulsates underneath you enough to let you know his erection is verging on becoming painful. You elongate your thumb to lightly rub it against his cockhead, and grin to yourself as he closes his eyes in bliss. You use your residual and still growing amount of slick as lubricant, and take a deep breath, before steadying yourself with a hand on your boyfriend's groin. Jason shakily raises his hands to enclose them around your hips, his grip only tightening as you guide his cock toward your entrance and tap his weeping tip against it teasingly.

"What did you say about me being the nervous one earlier?" You ask mirthfully, deciding to go easy on him after he whispers out a please, and his dick twitches in your hand. You both let out tightened and whimpered exhales and whines as you slowly take him in and descendant downward, his cockhead being the hardest part of the stretch. Tears spring to your eyes from the realization of what was actually and finally happening, and you tilt your head backwards to blink them out of view. When you look back down, Jason is already looking up at you, his eyes blown wide, and his mouth seemingly stuck in the shape of an O. Your free hand comes down to join your other on his groin for support, while your boyfriend's grip loosens around you and his hands instead rise and lower on your sides to help you relax and loosen up.

"God, you feel like a fucking dream. Doing so well for me already." He compliments and praises, even as he already looks fucked out and close to moving his own hips himself. You send him a shaky smile, before carefully rising to your knees and shifting upward. Jason lifts his legs and plants his feet on the bed behind you, positioning himself to thrust in case you need assistance. You place the majority of your weight on your knees and then the rest on his stomach, the first thrust feeling empty and hallow, until your ass makes contact with his pelvic bone.

"Oh." You whisper around a sob, the first feeling of his cockhead brushing against your cervix overwhelming. You restabilize yourself and then thrust upward again, your movements and hip work quickly becoming fluid and easily repetitive as you chase the deep satiation and the sounds Jason's moaning out. You reach up to interlace your fingers with his after he experimentally fucks upward and meets you in a rough and soundly thrust, your eyes nearly rolling back as he somehow makes it even deeper in you than before.

"Please, baby. Again, again." You plead around choked stammers, your stomach muscles tightening, and your walls milking your boyfriend with every reckless and hardening plunge and thrust. You lean forward and bear down onto his pelvis as he pierces himself into you, the wet sounds of your slick and his prerelease enough to bring a breathless blush to your already blood red cheeks. Thick globs and strings connect you two together as the force of Jason's thrusts nearly have you toppling forward and off of his lap, and you have to instead bring your hands forward to rest them up on his chest as he unintentionally takes over.

"Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart." Jason grunts, his words nearly unintelligible as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon, one of his hands sliding down to rest upon your lower stomach. You clutch at it as you struggle to breathe in, your walls vicing and gripping around him so tightly, you can feel the long and thick vein in his dick rubbing alongside your walls.

"So fucking good," you begin, your words slurring off as the now familiar sensation of your orgasm almost comes back barreling through. You look down and make unsteady and tear-filled eye contact with him, his own gaze glazed over and his chest a bright, sweaty red. You place your hand over his heart and nearly gasp at the erratic heartbeat that greets you back in response, before rushing forward as Jason uses his hand on your hip as leverage to bear you down on him as he pegs forward. Tears make their way down your cheeks as you needily suck in aborted breaths of air, your knees failing underneath you and your hand on his chest sliding forward. You both look at each other and stop mid-thrust, before laughing in disbelief. "I think I'm going to cum soon." You say around a hiccupped guffaw. Jason places a kiss on your forehead once you end up chest to chest, and he reaches down to grasp onto one of your hands, before placing it behind your back to hold you in place. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder blade as he uses your joined hands as leverage to drive you back down on his length, as he incessantly pumps his way back into you.

Your spine arches and you forcibly straighten out as he continuously hits that deep rooted spot inside of you, your face crumbling and jaw dropping as Jason reaches down in between you two with his free hand to messily rub at your clit. "Go on then, baby. Make a mess out of me." You're clamping around him and orgasming before he can even finish his sentence, so tightly his thrusts are forced to slow down. Heat coils and snaps in your middle, and you settle on a silent wail as you feel your release exit and drip down to the bottom of your boyfriend's ballsack, even as your walls continue to narrow and attempt to milk him dry. Jason manages to grind twice more, before his balls tighten and raise, and he's shooting his seed into you. You slump forward and rest your head on his shoulder, exhaustion weighing you down.

Heavy pants fill the now overly quiet bedroom, and you carefully sit yourself up, making sure to keep him inside of you as you do so. You brush the tendrils of stray hairs out of your eyesight and off of your face, and bite back a grin as peer down at your boyfriend. A wide, satiated and worn-out grin overtakes his face, yet it softens into a wistful smile when he amorously looks up at you.

"How was that for a first time?" Jason asks you humorously and shellshocked, his tone falling short and turning into a resounding gulp as you tighten around him instead of verbally answering. You lean down and tilt his chin up, before deliberately kissing him, and humming contently as you lick the taste of yourself off of his mouth.

"How about we go for a second in a little while, and then you can ask me again?" You're flipped on your back and crowded in before you can even react, matching wide smiles and laughter ricocheting off your bedroom's four walls when you do.

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Saying Goodbye Gen 1 pt.50

“Grown from the humble roots off the coast of Shih Sea, Tomarang is lively with local fare, community chaos, and legends of lore. Known for its tight-knit communities and sun-filled shared spaces, Tomarang is a lush landscape of possibilities. Come cozy up with nature or fish around for neighborly niceties and whim-simsical secrets. Whether you're flying solo or raising generations, the region offers a warm welcome to any multi-living lifestyle! Sul Sul De-Kah!”

The town Spirit and Jorden grew up, fell in love and raised 2 children. The town they sent their children to school and grew a business. Where they grew old and hung pictures of their grandchildren. The town where they ate at the local fare and sold produce on the weekend.

To Mercury, Tomarang was a small village littered with color and wonder. A village that had helped her learn to be kind and confident, giving, loving and nurturing. All the things the village had given to her parents before her. Now she had returned to say goodbye to what anchored her there.

When they arrive at the Tomarang funeral home & cemetery, M is immediately drawn to the new headstone that was already placed in the designated place for Jorden on the Medley Family plot. As she approaches she notices the hoard of cameras and fans standing beyond the fenced area. Word of her father’s death and her return to Tomarang had circulated quickly but she had begged for privacy. Seems she wouldn’t get her wish. The crowd did nothing to quiet her emotions. She couldn’t handle it anymore, she’d spent all morning trying to keep herself poised and in check, but seeing her Fathers name engraved across the shiny new headstone had broken her resolve. She set down Zohreh and released a gut-wrenching sob.

Kason joins her silently supporting her but understanding her need to get it out. He stands between her and the gathering crowd trying to shield her as his own emotions begin to rise. Jorden had welcomed Kason from the moment they’d met during Family day weekend all those years ago. He had deemed Kason, Mercurys moon* after they started dating and had even given him permission to ask for M’s hand in marriage. He gave him advice on raising the triplets and had even helped to name Zohreh. No one had ever needed to say it aloud, but Jorden was the backbone of their mixed families and everyone from the Gratz to the Medleys and all of Tomarang had lost a friend, a mentor, a husband or a father.

As they gathered themselves to head inside they notice Zohreh pulling himself toward his grandfathers headstone. He’d been practicing for weeks and had chosen this moment to complete his creep milestone.

Kason: M did you see him?

He asked as he wiped the tears from his eyes. M smiled with a fresh batch of tears coating her already red rimmed eyes.

M: I did. Maybe he knows. Maybe…he did it for his grandpa..

Kason: It’s a beautiful thought M, hold on to it. Let’s head inside.

The pews were filled with tenants, friends, neighbors and employees a like. In the front rows sat Winter and Peyton with their now 3 kids, along side Beckett, Spirit and the triplets.

The service commences and M tasked with giving the eulogy takes her place at the podium eventually. The casket a beautiful white with intricate gold detailing a daunting backdrop. She takes a deep breath and begins.

M: My delightful, quirky & remarkable father, Jorden Medley has passed and left our beautiful village hollow. My mother, brother and I are beyond heartbroken. We know how blessed & lucky we were to be loved by him. Now it’s up to the watcher to take care of him, and I know he’s earned his right to a peaceful rest. You can’t be called a daddy’s girl without the perfect father. Mine burned breakfast every morning, and took the training wheels off my brothers bike to soon. My father couldn’t sing and had two left feet. He lived for a decent cup of coffee he couldn’t make himself and often didn’t have a serious bone in his body. He taught me to keep my head in the clouds and to search or create things that no one could take from me.

She’s pauses. Takes a deep breath and continues

M: When we were kids my father built us a treehouse and then spent all his time teaching me about astronomy. Being named after the Planet Mercury at my great grandmothers request my father learned all he could about the planet and then passed it all down to me. One day he promised me a moon. At the time I didn’t understand, I thought all planets had their own moon and we just shared the sun. Until my father explained that because of Mercury’s small form and its proximity to the sun it doesn’t have enough gravitational pull to create a moon all its own. But he assured me everyday that I would be stronger than my small form and I would find my moon. Jorden Medley kept his promise and I was blessed with a moon, my husband Kason and a number of tiny stars that could one days be suns, my children. But what my father didn’t know is he was the strength in my orbit. He made it possible for me to keep the people around. My father taught me that I was stronger than the cosmos, and I could outshine the sun and have my own galaxy even if the world didn’t have it planned for me. My father spent his life teaching me to build a galaxy and now he is the brightest star in my orbit. For a moonless planet I was bless with the prefect star. We…will miss you daddy….

After the service the family gathers outside at the headstone after greeting friends and thanking them for coming. Outside the crowd of vultures hadn’t diminished. The family gathered around to say their final goodbyes.

They head back to Spirits house. It’d been a while since M had been to her childhood home. She’d seen her family often but normally they traveled to her considering she had the most space and the hardest travel with the kids. It felt like a bittersweet moment to be back. Once inside Kason starts to get the kids ready for bed with Spirits help. As they rally the kids Spirit notices M head for her bedroom. She watches her open the door painfully slow and then she steps in and closes the door behind her.

Inside M stops and takes a moment to gather herself. Stunned by how comfort she felt being in her father’s space. She could recall sneaking into bed with her parents at night. The familiar picture of her father sits on the nightstand on her mother’s side of the bed. She stares back at her father’s kind eyes. She never takes her eyes off the photo as she moves around to her father’s side of the bed (the same for years). She lays down on his pillow and stares at his photo until she’s eventually overcome with exhaustion as drifts off to sleep

*The planet Mercury IRL does not have a moon. Mercury has no moons. The planet's close proximity to the Sun makes having moons impossible, as the star's strong gravitational pull would likely pull them out of the planet's orbit.

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tell us more about the death note/h2o crossover please 👀

Warning, tiny bit of dark content near the end. But like, it's death note sooo...

Characters:

Rikki = Light

Emma = L

Cleo = Misa

Lewis = Matsuda

Miriam = Kiyomi

Zane = Mikami

Kim = Sayu

Elliot = Near, Mello, Matt

Miss Chatham = Ryuk

Now, despite character assignments I'm still giving cannon siblings. So Sayu is still Light's little sister, the wammy boys are L's etc. The roles are based off of personality, so not everything fits and I'll move things around. Like yeah, Ryuk is Chatham because him as a weird old ocean man with ominous advice is hysterical.

Plot:

Starts of pretty similar, will diverge.

Light and Misa go to high school at the Gold Coast, Australia. Light's mother is a marine biologist that works at a nearby institute, while his father still works in Japan as the chief of the NPA.

Misa lives there with her parents, and is close with Light. Ie, she follows him around and he puts up with her. She is also good friends with Matsuda, who studies with her occasionally.

L is the new transfer kid, who Light doesn't like because he keeps on challenging his intellect. Plus he's weird.

So of course Light gets put in a group biology project with him, along with Misa.

While brainstorming where to research, L asks about Mako Island. Light says the Island and the waters around it are too dangerous. L (in essence) calls him chicken.

That weekend, the two, and an unwilling Misa, take Sachiko's boat out to Mako. And the gas tank leaks. So, they row the short rest of the way to Mako.

Of course, there's no phone service, and no one will look for them until after the weekend. Light and L bicker on the beach until Misa makes them go setup camp on the shore, then look for higher ground to try and get reception.

While looking, Misa falls in a hole. L goes in to help her. Light falls into trying to lend them the rope. Stuck down there, they look for an exit, and find the moon pool.

After oooing and aweing, they figure out the pool is connected to the ocean due to tidal rings. They plan to swim out after L scopes it out. Problem, Misa can't swim.

But after encouraging words and promises to help her, they all get in the pool as the full moon rises over the mouth of the volcano.

Weird bubbles happen.

But they ignore it, swimming out to the ocean and back to their camp near shore, getting dry and going to sleep.

The next morning they go into the shallow water to look for samples for their project since they have nothing else to do.

And they all turn into fish.

They freak, Misa screams, it's a mess. They all crawl onto shore to try and figure this out, and as soon as they're dry, they turn back to normal.

Misa refuses to touch water again. L needs time to process what just happened. But Light, the little getter he is, goes for a swim.

And he loves it, it's the most awesome swimming experience he's ever had. Way better than swimming as a clumsy human. He convinces L, then Misa, and after they all start to get used to their tails, they're having the time of their lives.

Now, they can push the boat back to the mainland, and say that "luckily" the gas tank leaked right as they were getting back.

They get what they need for the project, and like the dorky 16 year olds they are, swear a pact to never tell anyone about this.

(Touta finds out a week later when Misa tried to go to a pool party.)

Miscellaneous/Plot Points

Misa shows up at school the following day in total beach girl aesthetic, including beach curls, shell/pearl jewelry, flowy clothes and wedges. L nearly smacks her upside the head. Light does.

They turn the moon pool into their own little hangout! Misa gets them all to buy fairy lights, tapestries, blankets, pillows, and even shelves for all of their stuff, along with a crap ton of batteries for the lights. It turns out surprisingly cozy.

They all hang out a lot for obvious reasons, which puts a chip in Kiyomi and Teru's shoulder. They've tried to be close to Light to no avail, but suddenly this L guy, and Misa who is now more than tolerated, are suddenly thick as thieves with him! They get bitchy with the two, especially L.

Misa made them all fishing net pouch-belts to put cool things they find during swims in.

The pool starts to look like a little treasure trove, since there is a LOT of cool stuff to find and the bottom of the ocean.

With the sheer amount of pearls and mother of pearl they find, Light starts to make accessories out of it. Misa is overjoyed and accepts the items with joy. L likes to watch Light tinker. Light doesn't mind him there.

The three, especially Light develop a superiority complex in regards to other people. It's based in insecurity about not being human anymore, but they do feel superior because of their powers.

L goes research nuts. A large portion of the moon pool wall looks like a mermaid conspiracy board, he wants to find any possible explanation. Light helps where he can, impressed with L's brain.

L was the first to find his powers, when he froze Kiyomi and Mikami to a wet sidewalk. Next was Light, after he boiled his annoying history teachers coffee all over his desk. Misa found her power a few days after, accidentally flooding her bathroom when she tried to bath.

The first full moon was... not good. Ryuk randomly showed up at the beach to warn Light, who discarded his words as meaningless blabbering. The three of them went moon crazy, and swam in the ocean until Misa got caught in an illegal fishing boat net.

The next morning, the boat was found sunken and destroyed, the charred and frozen bodies of the small were found with it.

None of them swam for three days.

But uh, yeah! They're a little pod, very protective of eachother :)

Misa likes to find starfish that match their hair colours and stick them on the boys' hair. They don't come off :)

It's the wammy boys that notice something up (they including Sayu are 10 btw) and they end up finding some of L's research. Watari just said it was probably a hobby when they showed him, but when they go to Sayu and they find a type of shell that is only found at diving depth in Light's room, they begin to think their theory of mermaids is warranted.

The trio is annoyed by the snoopyness, and now that they were technically murderers there was another level of urgency to keep this secret.

Unfortunately, mermaid hunters and scientists do start showing up, as "sitings" have increased due to underwater cameras.

Stakes rise and the three begin to ponder the benefits of staying. And the risks of going.

They start sabotaging. Finding the groups, their plans and evidence under the guise of mermaid enthusiasts. It works mostly, except for one group that keeps coming back. L finds himself impressed with how easily Light can manipulate them.

The three start going farther away during swims, able to go to places like Fiji or the Mediterranean in under an hour due to their extraordinary tails.

There is relationship drama. Misa is realizing her crush on Light is going no where, and he and L have started to become closer. Eventually they get over it, but lawlight is end game.

Kiyomi's jealousy deflates over time, and she begins to appreciate Misa without Light clouding her mind ;)

That's all for now I think! BTW, blue tails for mermen isn't on a whim, it's cannon in the h2o sequel Mako mermaids :)

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Thank you for dropping by my booth at Gold Coast Supanova! It was so fun seeing familiar faces and chatting with people (about Trigun).

I will have a booth this weekend at Melbourne Supanova! Unfortunately, I won’t be able to make it but my friend will helping me out.