#hey nice berries I wonder what those are

[where-i-bitch-about-nashville]

Garth Brooks sweater spotted in the wild in Nashville, TN

It has been there since the news dropped

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce goes to meet the other fathers? Have a barbecue with Clark, Oliver, Berry and talk about their kids?

"Damian told me that I was cool, it's been a while since one of my kids told me that" or "Mia is doing so well at school these days"

those moments when they are all (old men) father proud of the mess the kids are?

The dads: *lounging on beach chairs*

Clark: It's nice to finally get a day off. I think Jon needed it more than me. He's still reeling from growing up and suddenly turning back into a kid again.

Ollie: How'd that happen, anyway?

Duke, walking by: That's just this blog.

Clark: What?

Duke: Nothing. Hey, B, can we use the jacuzzi?

Bruce: Sure, go ahead.

Duke: *gives Emiko a thumbs up*

Emiko: *drains the jacuzzi*

Harper and Cullen: *start cleaning the pipes*

Ollie: I know how you feel, Clark. Roy's the happiest I've seen him with Lian back but it's still a big change. We're working on getting her enrolled in school this fall so she can catch up on what she's missed.

Roy: *sprays the tub with disinfectant*

Jason: *dries it with a leaf blower*

Hal: Speaking of changes, Jaime graduated with honors. I know he's not my kid but I can't help but feel like a proud uncle. Kyle got a new concept artist job, by the way, and I think he really likes it.

Jaime: *turns the jacuzzi back on*

Kyle: *sets up folding tables*

Barry, chuckling: Bart tried to enter a marathon the other day.

Clark: Kon wanted to pay money to go skydiving. I don't get it.

Aquaman: I remember when Kaldur joined an amateur scuba class at that age. Perhaps it's an attempt to feel more human.

Bruce: It's easy for us to forget sometimes too.

Kon, carrying a giant pot: Boiling hot soup, coming through!

Kon: *pours it into the jacuzzi*

Cass: *adds spices*

Tim, with a clipboard: One down, eleven more to go. Bart, stop eating the ingredients.

Bart: It's just tofu.

Tim: That's for Damian. What's he gonna do now, starve?

Bruce: Dick's been coming home more often lately. I can tell Alfred's really happy when he sees us all together.

Dick: *drapes tablecloths over the tables*

Wally: *sets up plates*

Steve, walking in: Mind if I join? Diana's running a little late so she sent me and the girls ahead.

Clark: Of course, feel free.

Donna, holding a basket: Where do these vegetables go?

Barbara: I'll take them. Could one of you get some spoons from the kitchen?

Cassie: On it.

Steve: So where are all the ladies?

Bruce: They're in the living room. Selina's showing off her latest... um... collection. Alfred has tea in the kitchen if you want some.

Steve: Don't mind if I do.

Yara: Should I put the meat in now?

Jon: One sec.

Jon: *scoops some soup aside*

Jon: You're good now. I just needed a vegetarian portion for Dami.

Kon: MORE SOUP COMING!

Ollie: Honestly, I'm surprised everyone's doing fairly well given the industry we're in.

Steph, leading a crowd into the yard: And here's where our main event will be.

Bette: *checking names off a guest list*

Bette: That's almost everyone. Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are gonna be a little late. Avery's on a mission in Shanghai so she can't make it. Beast Boy and Raven stopped to buy desserts. And the We Are Robin kids just got stuck on a stalled subway train but they should be here pretty soon.

Clark: I think it's a matter of good mentorship and giving them plenty of time and space to get acclimated to the superhero lifestyle.

Jesse: *making lemonade*

Ace: *fills the coolers with ice*

Garth and Kaldur: *handing out drinks*

Barry: And giving them plenty of room to grow at their own pace.

Hal: Very true.

Bruce, sighing contently: You can't help but be proud of them.

The kids, chanting: HOT POT! HOT POT!

[grahstumhurts]

2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

Rekindling Masterlist

The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-” 

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out” 

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,” 

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her. 

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.” 

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind. 

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.” 

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her. 

“Are you free this week to meet up?” 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg. 

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily. 

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment. 

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.” 

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow. 

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.” 

-

“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look. 

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?” 

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us, 

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly. 

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn” 

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?” 

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen. 

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt, 

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts. 

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together. 

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

[sssammich]

there's a human in the storeroom

THIS POST got extremely long with five posts, so we're gonna just keep going in a new one. (read that first to get caught up!)

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Kara clears her throat for the umpteenth time, it feels like. But it gets their attention, so she gives them her best smile before trying to offer back the satchet of what looks like regular nuts and berries. She wasn't sure what it said about her that they gave her another bag of food. But, at this point, what's the harm? After popping the final berry in her hand and licking a little bit of fruit juice from her palm, she stands and wipes her hand on the side of her chinos. She then takes a step forward and brings the satchet towards the beautiful woman to return it.

"Thanks. They were good."

"Remarkable," the beautiful woman says. "You just ate all of it?"

"I...yes. Sorry."

The group stares at the empty satchet and then back up at her again. She tries not to squirm under their judgy eyes.

"Um," she starts to say. "This was really nice and you guys have some really tasty food, but I should probably get going. I've got work tomorrow, so I don't want to get home too late."

"You can't leave," the beautiful woman says.

"Is this about the food? I can pay! I'm good for it. Let me just--" she tries to palm for her wallet in her back pocket but realizes that her wallet is no longer there. She pats her front pockets, but there's nothing in those, either. Kara quickly scans the room and finds that her messenger bag, phone, and wallet were nowhere to be found. She shakes her head and tries to focus on what she was trying to say. "Have any of you seen my stuff? My phone?"

"What's that?" the mean looking lady asks as she walks towards the crates to move some of them around.

She stops mid-search, wonders if these...Europeans? just weren't familiar with technology. She tries not to judge, of course. Instead, she clears her throat again. "Oh, a phone? Well, uh, it's a thing that you use to make calls."

"You can't leave," the beautiful woman repeats, her face now looking somewhat more alarmed than she was a second ago.

"You keep saying that, but I really should get going."

All four of them yell NO! at her and she freezes in place.

The four grown adults talk in hissed whispers to one another lost in whatever European argument they're having. The teenager, grinning all the while, walks towards her. Kara stands her ground because she's not a wuss and this is just a teenage girl. But, like, she's not not a wuss.

"Hello," says the girl.

"Um, hello."

"You...are...n-..hmm..." the girl pauses, chewing on her bottom lip, then her eyes perk up when she finds her word. "...trouble?"

Kara's brows jump to her hairline and she shakes her head. "I don't...I don't mean to be. I'm really sorry. I was just trying to get some work done and--"

The girl seems convinced at the words she's saying as she points at Kara. "You...trouble!"

"No, hey--maybe don't say that. I'm totally not trouble. I'm a good person. I'm just trying to go home."

"You, trouble."

She stares at the girl and wonders if the girl thinks her name is trouble? Which, pffft, is not even remotely true. But she bets Alex would agree. She shakes her head and points at herself. "No, my name is Kara."

Just then, the four grown adults in their angry European huddle all rush towards her, the last image she sees is the beautiful woman grabbing hold of her and screaming in a language Kara doesn't understand just as she loses consciousness.

[zaimta]

Hello! Wondering if you could do Ace, Shanks and Marco with a gender neutral reader who got themselves stuck in handcuffs and needs help getting out? Totally cool if not though haha. Have a nice day </3

a/n- this right here made me giggle a lil, sorry for the long wait!!

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

˗ˏˋPORTGAS D. ACE

literally the reason you’re in this mess he dared you to do it and he didn���t think you would

“i dare you to put those sea prism handcuffs on over there.”

you rolled your eyes and shot ace a glare “now why would i do that-“

“i’ll give you one thousand berri.”

you quickly thought it over and walked over to the handcuffs while ace giggled slightly and watched in anticipation to see if you would do it.

once you walked up to the handcuffs you immediately put them on not even thinking about how you would get out at the moment, until ace walked over laughing and threw his arm over your shoulder and his laughter stopped suddenly. you both stared off into the distance as if you were looking at an invisible camera

you struggle against the cuffs and stare blankly “i can’t get out. can i.”

“nope.” he popped the ‘p’ and you both sighed.

“you owe me two thousand berri just for this.”

˗ˏˋMARCO

disappointed ™️

“marco i need your help.”

marco turned around from his studies and turned to face you “what’s going on lov- oh.” he looked at you then the handcuffs and then sighed deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose

“what did we say about getting into bets with ace.” he rose a single brow

you sighed in annoyance you felt as if you were being scolded like a child "only bet with him if you know you can live without all your berri and your dignity."

he ran a hand down his face and lead you out by gently putting a hand on the small of your back “come on let’s go find someone who can get these off of you, you might lose an arm or two in the process but you’ll be fine” he smiled slightly while chuckling under his breath

“im sorry what.”

˗ˏˋSHANKS

you were drunk and you were dared by yassop who was drunk as well and it didn't end well for either of you

"hey y/n wanna have a drinking contest? loser has to do whatever society allowing dare the winner chooses." yassop challenged you with a cocky grin, causing you to roll your eyes with a grin "you're on but don't become a sore loser when I win." he chuckled "in your dreams n/n"

the two of you put up an even fight but unfortunately, the both of you tapped out at the same time completely drunk, your speech was slurred and all thought processes went out the window.

"hey since we both lost how about we do the dare together?" you suggested while smiling it was clear you didn't put thought into it, it was entertaining for your fellow crewmates to watch. what was even more entertaining, however, was that yassop agreed to your proposition.

"hey we know what we could do, how about trying on those handcuffs. i heard they're something new the marines cooked up." you said while pointing to your office where you had the handcuffs on your desk, you quickly retrieved them and slapped one handcuff on your wrist and the other on his.

"now what?" yassop asked staring at the handcuffs without a single thought running through his head. you shrugged "let's take them off...hm."

"n/n"

"yes?"

"you do have the keys right?"

"i do not."

the two of you slightly panicked, a slight panic turned into a moderate one, and soon enough, you were running around the deck like a pair of chickens without their heads. yelling about how you were stuck.

the two of you ran into shanks and you pleaded with him "please help us." shanks looked down at your wrists and busted out laughing, "no way! this is the best thing I've seen all day!"

"it's not funny!!" two of you shouted in unison at your captain.

[blueberry-pride]

Referring to this~

OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨

I See Right Through You...

Leona x FEM! S/O

warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues

Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."

"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.

Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.

His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.

He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.

A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break

He wanted to see you bite back

He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;

You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.

You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.

It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.

Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".

He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.

Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.

"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.

"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.

It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"

Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

'Shit...' He said mentally.

"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.

"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"

He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.

"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"

"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.

A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."

Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.

The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.

It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.

[wonder-through-the-yarrow]

Chapter 2

It would take one and a half days to get to Sprototstan. As the children hiked the trail through the forest, they did their best to entertain themselves. Kingsley would run and jump, chase butterflies, and catch crickets. Perrine was in charge of the map and navigation, they also enjoyed drawing the landscapes. Clementine would pick flowers and make flower crowns for the group, while Cole strummed their guitalele.

It wasn’t long till Kingsley saw something in the distance and ran full speed towards it.

“Kingsley!” the others shouted and ran after him. Perrine, followed by Clementine and Cole, ran off the trail, through the trees, jumping over logs and large rocks, after Kingsley.

When they finally caught up to Kingsley, they were standing still, looking out into the distance in awe. Clemmie walked to where he stood and saw what had them in a trance.

A beautiful scene lay before them. A waterfall clashed with a lovely stream, its water as clear as glass. Connected was a shore with large rocks scattered around the edge. Birds flew through the sky and landed in the trees, singing a sweet melody. If you looked closely, you would notice shimmering -

“Fish!” Kingsley ran towards them, throwing off their cloak in the process, and jumped into the water.

“Oh, heavens! Kingsley!” Perrine ran after them.

Clementine had never seen such a beautiful sight. No, not the stream, but Cole, standing in the sunlight, looking into the brook with such happiness in their eyes. Every day their feelings grew stronger for the shy bard. Every time he sent a small smile their way, played with their hair, held their hand for comfort, or glanced their way while performing, their heart could barely take the overwhelming warmth it brought them.

“Cole?” Clementine reached out their hand. “Would you like to go for a swim?”

Cole looked at them with doe eyes and hesitated to respond. “W-what if there’s s-something in there? Like a river monster?”

“Oh, Cole. You’re just paranoid.” Clementine took their hand in hers. “Nothing can hurt you when you’re with us. We’re your family, we protect each other. There’s no need for fear.” Clementine gave them a gentle smile and they followed her to the stream.

They all decided that a quick swim would be nice, but only if Kingsley would stop trying to catch the fish. After removing some of their clothing, they each got in the water. Clementine helped Cole get comfortable, Kingsley jumped and splashed, and Perrine floated around on their back.

Perrine grabbed what little soap they had left from their bag and snuck up behind Kingsley. They quickly grabbed the child and started scrubbing its skin.

Kingsley screamed and kicked, but Perrine’s grip was strong. “Hey, Stop it! Let me go!”

“No! You are getting a bath, whether you like it or not!” Perrine insisted.

Kingsley struggled but soon accepted their fate. They each had a turn with the soap, washing, scrubbing, and playing until the sun started to set.

“Let's camp for the night,” Clementine suggested. “The wolves come out when the sun goes down. That wouldn’t be a very joyful situation.”

They laid their wet clothes on tree branches to dry and started a fire. Then, they sat near and ate dinner, which consisted of dry meat and berries. They were running low on many things and needed to get to the market no later than tomorrow.

“I saw another berry bush down the stream. We can eat those for breakfast if they're ripe.” Perrine always thought two steps ahead. Always the mature one, always looking out for everyone else.

“Sounds wonderful!” Clemmie said in a soft, cheery tone. Clementine was an easily excited person. You could tell them one small good thing and they’d turn to smiles, but they always kept a soft tone, especially around Cole.

The lark pulled out their blankets and lay on the hard ground. Settling, they looked up at the night sky, watching the stars twinkle. Kingsley, of course, was the first to fall asleep, Perrine following after them. Clementine always stayed up a bit longer to keep Cole company.

Clemmie turned on their side and laid their head on Cole’s shoulder. “Cole?”

“Yes, Clemmie.” Cole softly whispered.

“I’m happy. I wasn’t before I met you all, but now I am. Thank you.” With that, Clementine drifted off to sleep, a small smile played on their face.

Cole was stunned. He’d known a bit about Clementine’s upbringing, but not all of it. They all had their own untold stories.

Cole reached over and ran their thumb over Clemmie’s cheek. “I’m happy,too . . . you make me happy.” they whispered, glad that Clemmie was asleep so as not to hear it. They held Clementine’s hand and looked up to the heaven, silently thanking anyone who would listen for their small family.

[deadandwalking]

Hellooo, it's me, coming to yap about my ocs.

Thought I'd start with my most recent one (created literally two days ago)

So I very much hope you know about Venom and Eddie, for the context of Symbiotes and them bonding with humans. But hey quick explaination either way.

Symbiotes are aliens, when not with a human host they're blobs with eyes basicially. They can live inside a human, bonding with them, to support themselves. They can still manifest their goop to aid their human, eg. making a shield to protect them from a fall. They can talk telepathy when not manifesting their head. Fun little guys!

My oc is named Sasha, she's currently 17 and an orphan! Her parents died when she was 9 and she still has nightmares about them, while she's no longer actively grieving them, she still misses them.

She was in the system for 3 years until she was adopted by a lesbian couple. The two of them always wanted children, they originally wanted to wait a bit longer until they had more time, but most of their family members and some friends always pestered them about not being able to have children if they're with another women (along with some insults, yikes). So they finally had enough and decided to just adopt early, both fullfilling their dream of having a kid and shutting those people up. Wonderful right?

Nope, they didn't have a lot of time to spend raising Sasha, especially when one of them got a promotion and was expected to put in more hours than before. Sasha was at that point still grieving and deeply unhappy. She was self isolating and would've been a difficult child for even well experienced parents. Her adoptive mothers tried to help her, sending her to therapy, but when that only helped a bit and with how expensive therapy is, they stopped sending her after a year. And kind of avoided talking about her issues, mostly pretending that everything was fine.

Sasha hated it, she was growing very resentful and avoided them whenever she could, her grades dropped and after a couple more years of stewing inside mostly, she started loitering around in alleys, starting trouble, fires included.

When she turned 16 she started doing odd jobs and jumping from part time jobs, due to her attitude she never held a job for long, but worse yet since the years went well for the couple and they had more time and money now, they decided to adopt another kid. To truly experience parenting how "it should've been".

Sasha resents them even more and while she tries not to hold it against her now little brother she's incredibly jelouse of him. The couple dote on him and treat him very well meanwhile they look as Sasha as an embarassment, a rebelliouse teen that isn't willing to grow out of their "phase".

Sasha has a lot of issues, buried emotions, trauma and crimes she's done (mostly just vandalism, destruction of property and smaller cases of arson). One day when she was smashing bottles with her bat she found something.

An alien, it seemed hurt and she kneeled down to see if it was alright. The symbiote was kinda dying and bonded with Sasha immediately to stop that.

They fought a bit at first, Sasha didn't want to share her body with an alien, though agreed to at least stay bonded untill the symbiote wasn't injured anymore.

They introduced themseves, the symbiote's name is Berry and Sasha very quickly realized how lonely she had been before. Now she had at least someone to talk with whenever she needed to and Berry was surprisingly nice and Sasha liked to teach them about human stuff.

After a week or two Berry said that they'd be fine to leave now, but Sasha made up an excuse for the alien to stay, not wanting to lose what had been their first close 'friend'. For Sasha it was a bit strange to call an alien a friend so quickly, but she grew attached to Berry very quickly and Berry also genuinely cared for her. Something that Sasha thought of as a first for her.

I'ma leave it at here for now, I'm starting to get a headache too so more will come tomorrow, when I hopefully feel better haha.

Here's some drawings of them, the designs are mostly set, though I'm still figuring out colors. -w-

wow this is really cool!! Berry’s really cute :)

and i feel sorry for Sasha :( being the “problem child” is super damaging. i hope she gets a happy ending D:

[rorywritesjunk]

(Birdie will get a post like this once more of her story comes out. Also this got long on accident so it gets a cut. It's Buggy having some self doubt as always. But we've also seen Buggy as an adult with Sunny so he kind of grows out of this self doubt with his relationship)

Buggy isn't really feeling it when his birthday rolls around. He got a little too drunk at Sunny's birthday two months previously, made a comment about how hot the barmaid was and wondered what she looked like underneath those clothes, out loud mind you, in front of Sunny, and even though he apologized profusely and she forgave him, he still felt terrible about it.

And it was the day before his birthday and Sunny insisted he needed to drop her off at this certain village for the day which he did. He would do anything for her to make up how he acted. He gave her whatever berry he had as well, insisting she treat herself ("Honey, it's your birthday tomorrow" she said as she tried to hand it back to him. "Yea, well, then buy me something nice!" He insisted as he refused the money.)

And Sunny was gone almost all day. Buggy was worried, not that something happened to her but what if she... Just got tired of him and left?

She was so specific that it had to be this island she goes to on this particular day, the day before his birthday. Was it planned? Was his birthday present a divorce after almost two years of marriage? He felt it would be justified. Sunny would be better off marrying someone else anyways.

So he decided to celebrate early with a bottle of rum with himself. He shut himself away in the bedroom with it, figuring he was alone now that the love of his life decided she was tired of him.

He was halfway through the bottle when the door opened and he heard the sweetest sound: her voice.

"I'm back! I got things to make you dinner tomorrow." Sunny told him as she shut the door. "And your birthday present, of course."

When she saw him sitting on the ground, back to the bed as he slumped forward, she paused for a moment. "Buggy?"

"I thought you were gonna leave me." He sniffled. "I'm a terrible husband."

Sunny sighed and walked over to him, taking the bottle of rum out of his hands and moving it out of reach. "That's enough of that. Anyway, you'll never guess who I ran into in town, Buggy. I saw Kuro again! He dresses so sharp, you know. I like to think I can have bragging rights over helping pirate captains with their wardrobes."

Buggy could only listen, feeling more and more miserable. Of course Sunny would meet someone she knew. She knew as many pirates as Buggy but she got along with them (even if some asked to marry her). Kuro being in town was another stab in Buggy's heart. She was going to leave him for Kuro.

"Hey, do you want your present now or tomorrow?" Sunny asked as she turned to look at Buggy. He wasn't paying attention to her, which was a surprise. She walked back over and knelt down in front of him. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"My birthday is tomorrow and you're divorcing me!" Buggy whined. "I'm a terrible husband, I don't deserve you! You-You're leaving me for Kuro, aren't you?

"Wait, what? No!" Sunny stared at him in shock. "Why would you think that?!"

"B-Because you wanted to come here and- and he is better looking than me!" Buggy's hand grabbed the rum and brought it back over to him. He took a few more large gulps before Sunny managed to pull it away from him again.

"I'm not divorcing you!" Sunny insisted. "Buggy, is this about my birthday?" He nodded and grabbed the bottle back from her. Sunny sighed. "Honey, I told you it was fine. It was a dumb thing but that's not the dumbest thing you've done or said around me." She gave up trying to take the bottle from him, instead choosing to stand up and step back from him. "I wanted to come to this island to get to this town for a specific reason. Kuro was just a surprise."

"D'you think he's more handsome than me?" Buggy sniffled. Sunny rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Kuro is handsome, honey, but I think you're more attractive than him." Sunny told him. "Now, I'm going to show you your birthday present, okay, because maybe you'll calm down."

Buggy rubbed his eyes and looked up at her as tears streamed down his cheeks. This was it. She was going to do something dramatic like take off her wedding ring and throw it down at him, laugh about how she would go off with someone else. To his surprise and relief, she did no such thing. Instead, Sunny pulled her shirt off and turned to show him her shoulder.

Her skin was still swollen, a little bruised, but his jolly roger was clear as day, inked onto her right shoulder forever. It was shiny from the ointment, a little irritated from her shirt even, but it was there. Buggy's jaw dropped and he stood up way too fast, the alcohol hitting him and causing him to lose his balance and fall against her. Thankfully she caught him, steadying him on his feet as he reached up to touch the tattoo.

"You can't touch it, honey." She said as she pushed his hand down gently. "Not yet, anyways. It needs a few weeks to heal."

"You're not divorcing me?" Buggy managed to ask, voice wavering as he looked up at her with large, watery eyes.

"No, Buggy, I'm not divorcing you." Sunny kissed him on his forehead. "Don't think like that, okay? I wanted to surprise you with this because I love you so much and want you to know I'm committed to you. You're the only one I want."

He dropped the bottle of rum and threw his arms around her, tears gone as he hugged her tightly. "I love you sooooo much, Sunny babe! So much, you have no idea! And and you got me tattooed on you, that means you're going to love me forever, right?"

"Yes, yes, I'm going to love you forever because I got this tattooed on me." Sunny chuckled as she hugged him back. "Now, get yourself cleaned up for dinner. I need to get started on it."

Buggy held onto the hug for a moment longer, wanting to let her words sink in. She loved him, wasn't leaving him, and she would love him forever. For him, that was the best birthday gift.

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/23/2024) Episode: Gaming and Goodbyes

As everyone settled down for dinner after Skye aged up, Luigi snagged a seat across from Jade and wasted no time launching into 20 questions. 

"I'm one of the only sims around here who believes in The Watcher" he told her, "other than some real crackpots on the internet anyway." He shuddered. "So, what's it like for you, living under their direct influence? My Papa always said The Watcher could control just about anything but if that's true the one around here has a sick sense of humor!"

He then went on to describe some of the many misfortunes that had befallen him and Noemi in the past.

"Oh…my…that's a lot " was all Jade could think to say when he'd finally wound down. Well, Isra did warn me… she thought before responding.

"I don't think our Watcher controls everything. For example, my mom's friend Summer died quite unexpectedly recently, it was really hard on her. Being a legacy family may mean The Watcher keeps a closer eye on us, but in general more crazy things happen when we're around, not less!" 

"Do you know the legacy family here?" she asked "Isra and Par haven’t heard of one, but I thought The Watcher had favorites in every nation.”

"Well, actually…" Luigi began, before Noemi cut him off. "No. We've never heard anyone even mention a legacy family." she said, glaring at him. 

Jade could tell she'd stepped in something with her question, though she wasn't sure what. Now more ready than ever to extract herself from the awkward conversation she rose "It was nice chatting with you, but I think I'm going to go inside and get out of this heat for awhile."

"Hey! If we’re going inside, I’ll fire up the gaming console and start the real fun.” Rhys said. "Anyone else ready to join us?”

“You know that’s my jam." Luigi stood too, causing Jade to suppress a groan. At least if we’re playing he’ll stop talking so much! she thought.

“My foot has a prior appointment with Darth’s ass," Beau chimed in “Just give me a minute to visit the bathroom for the hundredth time today first." 

After a great session of gaming with the chatty e-sports pros Jade was almost sorry to see them off at the end of the night. “It was great to meet you, kid” Luigi told her. “Sorry about all that doom and gloom earlier. I have a tendency to get wrapped up in myself, but you were a trooper about it, and a pretty good video gamer to boot! If you decide to explore a career in E-Sports look me up, I can introduce you to some people.”

“I’ll do that” Jade fibbed, trying to be nice despite having no interest in becoming a professional nerd herself. “It was nice to meet you too.”

“Luigi, I know you believe yourself to be a legacy heir the same as Jade's sister and mother do, but we both know that isn't a "thing" here." Noemi reminded him once they’d returned home. "I thought we agreed we were going to keep that little piece of Lawbourne lore to ourselves." 

Luigi sighed "I know. I just got so excited meeting someone from another legacy; I got carried away. Thank you for reining me in, as usual."

"Happy to do it" she chuckled “now, how about you get Skye to bed while I get started on my latest side project? This one wants all their phone icons updated to penguins! The things sims come up with to do with technology…"

"Thank you again, so much, for having me. I had a blast!" Jade gushed the following morning. "I've got the pictures we took, the gifts you made for everyone, and your donation for Sims United in my inventory. I'm sure everyone will love them." 

"It was so wonderful to see you again" Wren smiled "I'll be stalking you on social media; I can't wait to see those graduation photos!"

Isra chimed in, “All Elyse wanted to talk about this morning was how much she loved hanging with "silly Auntie J!“, making Jade blush happily.

"I'll be sure to send along any fun kid appropriate memes I find for you to share with my little nieces and nephew.“ After one final hug and kiss she headed towards the teleporter that would take her home, her family watching her retreating back until she blinked out of sight.

Once Jade had disappeared back to her homeland Isra’s quietly weeping par buried their face in her shoulder and whispered, “It was wonderful to see her, but so hard to watch her go.”

“I know” Isra agreed “You want to come home with me and give your grandbabies a snuggle?"

Wren nodded, grateful for Isra’s loving support as they stepped out into the warm paradise of a sunny Sulani day.

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[hereforthefanficsandromance]

The Way He Looks at You Series

Valentine's Day Bonus Content: Festival of Love I: Like

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Chapter Summary

Cal surprises you with a spread of food in celebration of the Festival of Love. Only things don't go as planned. Rating: 18+ Words: 1.6K

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You wake late, fatigue hitting you harder than normal. The ache in your stomach reminds you that you missed breakfast and will have to fend for yourself while Cal works today. After readying yourself in the bathroom, wearing only a frustrating short dress, you head for the kitchen.

Upon opening the bedroom door, you smell the wonderful scent of freshly cooked food. Cal must still be home; something you find oddly pleasing despite loathing the man.

You hear him before you see him. “Hey, good morning! I, uh, have a bit of a surprise this morning.”

Cal walks around the kitchen peninsula into sight, wearing a blue apron over his all black clothes, covering up, yet accentuating his toned body. The sight almost makes you smile, but you mask it.

“Morning. What’s going on?”

Cal gives a cheeky smile, making you wonder what he’s planning. “I was doing some research on holidays and I thought you might enjoy celebrating with me.”

You narrow your eyes. “Why? What holiday is it?”

“This is a celebration from Endor, that Naboo also engages in. It’s…it’s for celebrating those you care about.”

There is a moment of silence as you weigh your response option. Cal doesn’t let it linger and starts speaking, trying to ease your concern.

“Look, I know you don’t care about me, and that’s okay. But I care about you and I wanted to celebrate you. I also thought it might be a nice break from the repetition of Imperial life.”

You nod, looking over the kitchen table Cal has decorated with an assortment of breakfast food. Mouth watering, you find it difficult to reject his offer, but you feel suspicious of the holiday and any traditions he may require if you agree.

Cal senses your hesitance. “You don’t have to do anything, but I made you food and bought a couple treats that were shipped here from Endor.”

Endor isn’t a place you’ve visited, but you know of the planet and its inhabitants. Unfortunately, your limited knowledge doesn’t give you insight into the holiday or its celebratory traditions.

You check the table, seeing nothing unusual. “What are they?”

“Chocolate covered Camby berries and Chak juice. Both are a large part of the Festival that takes place today.”

Cal removes his apron before reaching for a dark gray bottle, pouring a bright purple liquid into a couple of stemmed glasses. You stare perplexed at the vibrantly colored beverage, worrying about how it may stain any surface it touches. While you move to sit at the table, Cal heads for the fridge and returns with a plate of purple berries that have been covered in a rich chocolate. 

You poke a berry; it has a firm and bumpy texture. “I’ve never heard of those before.”

“I hadn’t either. I thought we might enjoy tasting them together, but I understand if you aren’t interested.”

You look up into Cal’s eyes; he appears to need your approval.

“They’re very…purple.”

Cal smiles and lets out a brief chuckle. The sound makes your stomach flip. “Yes, they are. It’s a little offputting, but I’ve heard the taste is excellent.”

“How do we know they’re not poisonous to humans? I thought Endor was mostly made up of Ewoks.”

Cal frowns, considering your concern, then smiles. “Considering they also celebrate on Naboo, I’m not too worried. But if it eases your concern, I’ll taste it first and if I drop dead, you can have my Scythe.”

You drop your guard and laugh, prompting Cal to smile eagerly at you. It takes a moment to wipe the smile from your face.

“Then I wish you the worst.”

He nods and reaches for one of the chocolate-covered berries, holding it by the green plant growth at the stem. He bites off a majority of the fruit and chews thoughtfully for a moment. You watch, half hoping he’ll start convulsing and drop, leaving you free of tough decisions. The other half is terrified he will die from this fruit.

Cal finishes chewing and washes it down with a sip of the bright purple beverage. He shoots you a smile, teeth still white, and not stained purple as you suspected they would be.

“It’s really good! I think you’re going to like this a lot.”

You narrow your eyes and grin. “I’ll try it if you’re still standing after brunch.”

Cal huffs in approval, a smile teasing his pink lips. “That’s understandable. I’ll try to perish before you finish eating.”

You help yourself to a sizable serving of the prepared food, eyeing Cal to see if he looks unwell.He appears healthy as before and seems pleased that you are enjoying his cooking. The meal is delicious and you are enjoying the company of your captor, wondering if he was this sweet as a Jedi.

Despite hating the now Inquisitor, you aren’t rude. “Thank you for the food. It was really good.”

Cal gives you a mischievous look. “I don’t feel different, and I intend to start eating the Camby berries with or without you.”

You meet his eye and sigh, knowing the food is safe and you can enjoy the delicacies. The bite of the tart and chocolaty berry causes your eyes to close, surrendering to the flavors in your mouth. The taste is unlike anything you’ve eaten. No matter the risk, it will have been worth eating.

Cal watches you, green eyes following your every movement, awaiting your response. You take a sip of the purple Chak juice, and find the flavor quite pleasant. It is tart and sweet, but not overwhelming. If anything, it is rather refreshing. You drain the entire glass, unable to get enough of the impeccable flavor.

“Oh wow, you were right, those are incredible. Could I have some more of the Chak juice?”

Cal pours you a second glass and you both consume every morsel and drop of the strange new tastes. By the end of the meal, you feel thoroughly satisfied, feeling closer to this man having shared a novel experience together. Cal looks equally content, but suddenly a new expression overcomes his face. There’s a hint of fear, as though he realized something.

“You’ll have to excuse me, I am in need of a shower.”

He stands and strides down the short hallway, closing himself inside the bedroom. You ignore it and head over to the couch to practice folding the papers Cal returned to you.

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I place my hands on the bathroom counter and stare at my flushed complexion, interrogating the reflection, annoyed at the sudden erection straining against my pants. This hasn’t happened since my teenage years. She makes me hard, but never without provocation. Perhaps I am simply excited, sharing in the Festival of Love with her.

I turn on the shower, frustrated I could not control myself and cannot spend quality time with her. She rarely provides me with praise and a willingness to sit in my presence. I am furious.

I strip off my black pants, underwear, long sleeve shirt, and tank top; tossing them into the open closet door. I’ll deal with them later when I am thinking straight.

My erection bobs as I enter the steamy shower, and I wrap my long fingers around the shaft. I place a hand against the wall, steadying myself, and closing my eyes at the sensation. The touch alone almost brings me to orgasm, something I usually have better control over. My muscles twitch as I fuck myself into my hand, a quiet groan lost in the sound of raining water. I imagine her, my Light, in the shower with me, like before. Her legs wrapped around me as I fuck her against the cold tile as she whines and calls out my name.

Moments later, I am spilling myself over the white wall. I angle the water to wash away the evidence. The relief is short-lived, and my erection stays. If anything, I feel more needy than I did before. Each touch jolting me with electricity; this isn’t right, something is very wrong.

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You sit on the couch, lost in your own thoughts, folding an obscene amount of tiny hearts. You feel compelled to fold this same pattern repeatedly, hands having mind of their own.

As you work, you lose further control of your body. A growing need between your thighs clouds the edge of your mind. You try to ignore it, though it’s getting more and more difficult.

You glance at the closed bedroom door, hearing the muffled running water. Perhaps there’s time to engage in some self pleasure before Cal returns. You need to take care of business before he returns and inevitably reads your thoughts. 

Pulling a nearby throw over your lap, you abandon the paper project on the couch next to you. You slip your hands between your spread legs, grateful Cal forbids underwear, and brush your index finger across your hard and pronounced clit. The sensation makes you jump and you’re surprised to find that you are entirely soaked.

Your eyes flutter closed as you work small circles onto the needy bud, biting your lip to muffle any traitorous sounds. Little is required to push you over the edge. Eyes squeezed tight as your body convulses from the powerful orgasm. To your frustration, it isn’t enough; you need another.

You glance backwards, stroking yourself with more force this time. Another climax building in your belly, but the sound of the bedroom door opening halts your efforts. Cal exits with ferocity and heads straight into his office, leaving the door wide open. You hesitate, knowing you should stop the pleasure here, but something makes you want to push the limits and continue masturbating, even with Cal so close.

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Next Chapter: Want

[alexanderlightweight]

pet names for the wednesday prompt? magnus already tried pup and panda, what if he was inspired by alec's reaction and thought of the most cute sappy pet names when he wants to see alec make that face?

hey anon, this was fun to write and you're 100% correct. magnus does it to see alecs reaction. i hope you enjoy!

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“Come along, platypus.” Magnus says, keeping himself carefully turned so he can see the expression of flat disdain on Alexander’s face in the mirror.

There is silence for a moment before a horrified whisper of, “abso-fucking-lutely not, Magnus.”

“But Alexander!” Magnus bemoans, as if he thinks Alexander would accept the endearment. “They’re such underestimated, adorable creatures and can be quite dangerous.”

For a second, Magnus wonders if his ploy has finally worked, Alexander’s face softening at the compliments before his scowl deepens. He crosses his arms over his chest, unimpressed with an eyebrow raised as he leans against the wall.

“It’s not happening. Ever.”

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Magnus lets Alexander have a bit of reprieve after that, but he comes in strong, watching Alexander eat breakfast methodically. They’re both about to crash and Alec is eating like its ash in his mouth, but he doesn’t care. There’s no enjoyment and Magnus doesn’t care if Alexander thinks it’s a waste of magic, he summons a bowl of strawberries and raspberries and holds one out, eyes crinkling at the look of beloved, fond exasperation Alexander sends his way.

“Babe, you’re exhausted. You shouldn’twaste magic like this.” His boy scolds but is already opening his mouth and leaning forward for a berry. Alexander won’t waste them, not when Magnus has already summoned them, and Magnus abuses this loophole continuously.

“Your enjoyment is never a waste.” Magnus tells him and feeds him another berry, watching as Alexander’s face smooths from a grimace of exhausted pain to tired delight, his tongue peeking out to chase the juice on Magnus’ fingers.

“My little fruit bat.” Magnus and instead of a kiss, he gets a cranky nip of teeth and Alexander is scowling at him, cheeks stuffed full of berries, his greedy boy.

“Not happening.” Alexander mutters as he finally swallows, and he gives Magnus a dark look even as he leans forward for another bite.

“Of course, of course darling. After all, it’s not very imaginative of me to simple call you what you are.”

Alexander groans as his fingers close around Magnus’ fingertips and Magnus chuckles, exhausted himself but the humor is needed after the last two days and he lets it rest, Alexander mock-ignoring him while still being fed by Magnus’ hand.

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“Alexander, petal why on earth are you out here this late?” And by late, it’s nearly eleven ’o’clock in the morning and most of the shadowworld is resting and sleeping, gathering their strength for another night of life.

It’s an absolute accident and Magnus winces, because while he enjoys teasing Alexander, it’s been a long day for them both. Magnus would prefer Alexander to melt into his embrace, not scowl and give Magnus dirty looks.

Except Alexander doesn’t seem to mind it, there’s no furrow on his brow.

None of those adorable, scowling pouts where you can just tell he’s judging Magnus’ ability to create endearments.

He’s smiling, the corner of his mouth a gentle upturn and he looks up from where he’s setting down a book.

“That’s nice.” He says, like he’s making any sense, like Magnus could possibly hear what he’s saying when he smiles like that.

“What is?” Magnus finds himself saying, swaying towards Alexander, hopelessly enchanted by him, and leaning down to kiss his hair and lingering, inhaling the scent of their shared shampoo.

“Petal, I don’t mind it, but—” and Alec gives him a wry look. “Don’t think this means you get permission to go overboard. I’m still going to veto you when you get ridiculous.”

“Me, ridiculous? Oh, ye of such little faith!” Magnus gasps in mock affront, “there was absolutely nothing wrong with calling you my precious pumpkin prince and you hated that one!”

Alexander sends him the look that deserves and if Magnus had lesser demon blood, he would surely shrivel from the weight of Alexander’s angelic disdain.

However, Alexander’s divine dismay is not related to Magnus’ blood and only the names he continues to try on Alexander, so Magnus laughs instead and nuzzles his boy, his love, his Alexander.

“Come now—” he murmurs, a hint of a plea to his voice. “Surely you aren’t intending on making me sleep alone?”

Alexander softens again and tilts his head up, mouth kissing Magnus’ jaw and then rubbing their cheeks together.

“I was only waiting for your potion to finish,” he promises. “I can finish the book tomorrow.”

“If you’re not too exhausted.” Magnus teases, waggling his eyebrows, because tomorrow is their day off and Magnus has plans for when they both wake up and only half of them are portaling Alexander about the world and introducing him to new things.

“Well, it won’t be a huge loss to postpone reading it.”

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 44- Part 2

Do not tempt fate like that- Xera already failed to stop Heather from getting horribly traumatized by an electro-happy doctor, she failed to prevent Shade’s vision of Kiki’s death from coming true, she could easily fail to protect these two gems again.

Well, this is…a little sad. 

The Belrose Manse seemed like a halfway decent safe haven after all the horror and chaos Xera experienced in Reborn City and its associated locations (coughPyrousMountaincough), it had real beds, real plants and clean water, it was nice! There was a chance at peace! And now, not only has it all been screwed up again by Team Meteor, but now Xera’s being forced to separate from the people who either are her friends or she just became friendly-ish with. She didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone! Sure, it’s to protect everyone else and I’m sure she accepts that, but…still, being alone like this after what happened really sucks. It always ultimately comes back to Xera being alone (except for her Pokémon), doesn’t it…?

Anyways, let’s finally see what those key gems look like.

Mm- yeah, those definitely are jewelry pieces. Honestly, I was expecting them to look a little more fancy, I was…oh my gosh, the Ruby Ring looks so much like Corey’s Silver Ring, aaaaaaaaah- 

Nope, no, not making myself even more sad right now, we are moving forward! Did anything get left in this rubble pile?

A single Ice Heal, great! Now, is there anything special about the tunnel Saphira came from?

Nothing but another one of those crystals, alright. So I guess there’s nowhere else to go but up?

Ooooh, but I’ll definitely take one of those, thank you!

Now, that must be the way out…where will this lead us, I wonder…?

Oh-?? Hey, we’re in the Aventurine Region now! Lookit that! Look at- oh gosh, what’s going on with the lighting, why is it so bright over there?

Weird log placement, very inconvenient, not a big fan. But hey, sounds to me like this area uses a White Forest remix, that’s pretty neat.

Oh, and this is also where you can find Honey trees, even better!

Y’know, my schedule for playing these sessions and writing/posting these chapters has been so scuffed as of late, I almost forgot the sensation of constantly finding hidden Shards all over the place.

They’ve got Berry trees here too!? And a TM!? I don’t know what Berry that is, but I’ll find out! Move outta the way web, Xera’s about to get it!

Oh, she…can’t get through the web? No prompt to Cut or anything? She’s got the TMX, she- she has a Fire-type, she can just burn through it! Seriously??

Well, if I go down here- is that a hidden path?

Nope, I’m just being taunted by more webs and logs, and…useless hidden paths. What is your purpose? Why is this forest such a mess? Well, good thing it’s not so much of a mess that I can’t navigate it, I think the exit is up there.

Oh-! Geez, the music got louder all of a sudden, that spooked me. 

But- look! WE DID IT, WE FOUND ROUTE 1!! HECK YEAH!! Any special items to commemorate this achievement?

Fern!? He’s back!? You’re not a cool item! You barely even qualify as a tool! 

Uuuh…I mean, it’s not like my team’s changed from the last time we fought him, and I beat him decently fine that time, so…let’s just keep Riptide in the front and step up.

I’m just wondering how long you were standing there for, like- it’s raining out dude, didn’t you at least bring an umbrella??

Castle- oh, is that Vanhanen Castle? The place Bennett mentioned- oooh, wait, if that’s true, then…he said Luna’s a Gym Leader too, so if Vanhanen Castle’s nearby, is Luna the next Gym Leader we’re gonna fight?

Eight Badges…? Where’d he go and get an eighth one from, because I’m 99% sure he’s never met Noel before.

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[aprillikesthings]

It's a work night but it's fine

I wanna watch more she-ra

s4 ep9 hero

my occasional reminder that this is a rewatch and therefore not spoiler-free for later episodes

YAY MADAME RAZZ

she calls Mara by Adora's name D: she really *isn't* oriented in time, huh

but then time shifts and

...for those of you who don't know, I work in a retirement community, at the front desk. Most of our residents are independent living, but we have a few that have memory issues and aren't in the locked memory care floor--some aren't considered at risk of leaving/dangerous, and some get 24/7 caregiver visits. And the way Madame Razz talks definitely reminds me of some of those residents.

I made myself really garlicky pasta for dinner and multiple friends of a roommate have walked through and commented on how good it smells. But I only made enough for myself.

Poor Adora is freaking out and Madame Razz is puttering around. And for some reason stores stuff under a Horde helmet?!

Adora: AHHHH Mara said something about a weapon??? Madame Razz: *suddenly stops* Madame Razz: *thonks Adora on head with broom, goes back to pie-making* Madame Razz: anyway Swift Wind is coming over to make pie

he's right

But also Adora is trying to talk to her the same way relatives will insist on talking to someone with dementia sometimes--repeatedly trying to orient them to time and place or arguing with them. (Don't do that.)

You have to enter their world. If they wonder where their (long dead) husband is, don't tell her he's dead; say he's at work, and do you want to help me with this (fairly simple task)?

(Seriously. Do not tell them their husband (or other family member) is dead. All you succeed in doing is upsetting them. They will forget WHY they're upset a few minutes later, but they will physically be able to feel that they're upset, and not have any idea why, which will just agitate them further. Don't put them through that. Don't make them grieve their spouse/parents/etc over and over and over.)

OH HEY they're back in Mara's time, and that's the space ship alright. And uhhh the Crystal Castle? I guess?????

Mara doesn't recognize her! Madame Razz is like OOHHHHHH is this the first time? It's been so long! Also I need sugar for the pie.

"or I will be forced to alert your superiors."

That's so weird, I'm used to She-Ra not having any "superiors"

just give her the damn sugar!

Even Mara doesn't know details about the Heart of Etheria Project. (oooooh yeah I bet she didn't D: )

Back to Adora's time

oh that's not the Crystal Castle--it's a new (old) place

The ruins have a bunch of marks from the She-Ra sword, ancient boxes of sugar (lol I bet the First Ones' writing just says "sugar") and a fancy crystal thing (that had been in the control panel of the ship)

Adora: what is this? Madame Razz: oh Mara left that for you, she wants to talk. Help me pick berries.

"She's been gone for a thousand years!"

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

Thankfully Madame Razz exists outside of time and was just like "pfft nah Mara's helping me make a pie today :D"

well that's definitely inspired by the boar god from Princess Mononoke

oh we get to see Mara's little transformation into She-Ra, nice!

Madame Razz can order the boar monster around!

and there's a transfer of magic happening! cool! they're friends now

and this is how we (the audience) learn that She-Ra's powers don't necessarily require the sword, nice

which is wild because Mara is technically an alien lol

lol Mara points this out the moment I unpaused it

yep

Madame Razz: "You cannot control magic, magic simply is."

Mara: "I'm sworn to protect Etheria just as I'm sworn to protect my people. But I know we're doing something to the planet."

Me: *squints* is this a metaphor for like, climate change

Mara: "I don't know all the details of the Heart of Etheria Project, I just know it's big. They say we're the heroes, but I don't know if it's right." Madame Razz: "She-Ra protects Etheria. Your people made the sword, but they did not make She-Ra."

Oh that makes sense lol

They jump back to the present, and Madame Razz is all sad and says, "She said she would come back....she promised....we were going to make the pie....I've been waiting for so long"

Adora puts two and two together: "Everything we're doing, the berries, the sugar, making the pie--it helps you remember." YEAH (seriously tho familiar things really do help them remember stuff, which is why people with dementia, especially at first, are "better" around family.)

Madame Razz, with tears in her eyes: "Oh, Mara. You were never supposed to succeed. They made a plan for you.

;_;

"There is a great evil at the Heart of Etheria, Adora. And it is waking up again."

(eek)

omg look at the little timer thing

YUP

A frustrated Adora is just like "Please you have to remember SOMETHING"

Madame Razz: "Adora, Mara, it always ends the same!"

IT'S NOT FUCKING GOOD

Mara: "It's going to activate soon, there's no time...it's starting, I have to get to my ship." Oohhhh that's when she does the little recording they found

Mara: "I can't stop it."

;_;

THAT CAN'T BE GOOD

it's a show for kids! light-hearted fun!

(Hey at least I made a Gravity Falls reference and not Steven Universe. This time. But also for real they got away with SO MUCH BODY HORROR in Gravity Falls?! but couldn't have two people of the same gender in a relationship. FFS.)

Anyway I'm not screenshotting the rest of this scene

Except to point out THAT'S HOW THE SWORD ENDED UP IN THE WHISPERING WOODS that's where Adora found it :O A THOUSAND YEARS LATER, Mara literally abandoned it there as she stumbled off to the ship

but yeah we jump back to the current era where the pie is done, and also Swift Wind and Adora have fallen asleep, Razz runs out the door with the pie, and then is chasing Mara in the past, and then it jumps back to the present--

I forgot they moved the ship lol but poor Bow is working on it and

but yeah Madame Razz is back on "you need to talk to Mara!! you have everything you need"

she gets out the little crystal thing from the ruins

we see Mara's "ghost" (like we did in the ship when it was still in the Crimson Waste) and we flash back:

Light Hope sounds SO CREEPY

Okay so they're not in space, they're just above Etheria

Light Hope: "The Heart of Etheria has been activated. Your mission has been fulfilled. There will be peace throughout the galaxy"

Mara looks HORRIFIED

Light Hope: "you will be a hero" Mara: >:( Mara: "How will destroying worlds bring peace?"

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT lol I knew I would hold on

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for leaving without saying goodbye to my niece?

Hey there, Internet! I haven’t used one of these thingies in ages, so I’m sorry if I make any mistakes. I read that I’m not supposed to say any names, so you can call me A! (M, adult.) You see, I happened to pass away somewhat recently. And who do I meet? My lovely niece, S! (F, young adult.) She even got herself a boat, and a job ferrying people like me around! What are the odds, huh?

When I say that S is amazing, I really mean it. She did so much for me, like building me a house, bringing me to islands to collect wood and berries, and she even made me pork chops!! Those are my favourite! What was I saying? Oh yeah. S did a lot for me. But despite that, I was unhappy deep down. You see, I was constantly reminded of my friends, my wife, and my daughter. I just wanted to see them again, but I knew that I wouldn’t. Not for a long time, at least. And that thought weighed me down immensely.

Eventually, a part of me knew that it was my time to go. I know that it’s S’ job to help me with that, but I could tell that this whole ‘escorting souls’ thing was already hard enough on her. The last thing I wanted was for S to have to say goodbye to her dear ol’ uncle. It would break her heart!

So just the other day, I asked S if we could throw a big family-style dinner for all of the spirits on board. And you know what she did? She cooked all of the food herself, and brought us to this nice little island town! S really is a great host, and an even better niece. We all had a great time at the dinner, but when it came time for us to hit the sack, I snuck off her boat. Didn’t wanna cause a fuss, you know?

Now, how did I get to the Everdoor? It was sort of a blur, but here I am. I didn’t think that I’d regret my decision, but I’m starting to wonder if I should have just let S take me here. I wanted to get this all off of my chest before I moved on which is why I’m posting this now.

So…AITA?

Edit: I don’t think I’ll be able to bring this thing to the other side with me so I can’t see the verdict. Maybe S will see it instead? Who knows!

[thessalian]

Thess vs the Eclipse Resurgence

A little more Forbidden West ... except not really in the Forbidden West, mostly.

Okay, so - off I go to this clearing. Well, there's all the blood, and ... well, here we go, Focus says third person. Let's follow the third person.

Oop, there goes a raccoon. I could Focus it but it'll be got away by the time I-- Oh. I just ... approximated its trajectory and shot it. DAMN I'm good.

Why do these people not just kill the machines when the machines are in their way? It's not hard! You'd figure everyone wandering around outside a settlement would go armed when there's a possibility of machines in the way! Ah, well - at least that means I'll never be out of a job. ...At least, if I save the world. I guess it's not going to matter either way if I don't.

Aha! Cave! Wow. Cave full of shinies. Treasure caves for the win.

Huh. Yeah, that's Eclipse alright. Shooty time.

Wow. I'm getting good at melee stealth kills. Then again, how far am I down the Infiltrator tree? Yeesh.

"We should go check". Yeah, c'mon down into the nice dark cave where I can shoot the living hell out of you people. YOU PEOPLE WERE SUCH PAINS IN MY ASS AND I'M NOT DEALING WITH IT AGAIN IF I DON'T HAVE TO.

...Oh. Was I supposed to fight them out here? Eh well. they came to me. That seems a nicer way of dealing with it.

Eclipse with Focus. Great. And apparently the wanting to set up whole armies in the Forbidden West to TAKE OVER THE WORLD-- oh for fuck's sake. I guess this is what @true0neutral meant by "You'll like what they have in place of bandit camps", hmm?

Right. Mask for proof and ... okay, brief raid of the rest of the shinies in this cave and then I will go back.

Ooh. Nighttime. And Fanghorns in the way. Yay, Zen hunting!

...Fuck. I think I lost a Scrounger down a cliff. Eh well.

Go, Conovar, be freeeeeee! No, please, enjoy the being free. You don't want to dedicate your life to a cause; it sucks. I can take on another cause; it's fine.

Right. Now, how do I glide? Okay, now you're not giving me helpful hints. I want the helpful hints; how do I fucking glide? Lemme check the keybinds - and you don't tell me either! Fuck's sake. Fine, lemme do some testing; I'm sitting on all the medicinal berries in the world anyway.

...Fuck this. The glider no longer exists. Fuck it and fuck my life.

Right. Onward to the scavenger place. Ooh, hey, foxes! I need fox parts! Let's do this!

Ooooooooookay I saw some of that stuff I see in the distance at the far edges of Nora territory etcetera, but I seem to recall it looking somewhat less like a fucking Reaper. Didn't I have enough of this shit on the final run to the Beam in Mass Effect 3? And I had better weapons until Harbinger wrecked my shit up and left me with nothing but a hand cannon to deal with the final boss of Marauder fucking Shields. ...At least I can trust Guerilla not to do that to me.

Ugh. No, dead-by-Blight fox is not worth this. Man, I spend far too much time in games where the Blight is a thing and red things radiate deadliness of that sort. Now I kind of wonder what the colour-blind accessibility options do because for those of us who can see colours in the usual way, red means danger but red is also the grass we hide in for stealth. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND.

Hi, Scavenger dude. Oh, you want to make spiffy armour? Cool. Ah. You're running a contest and this poor jerk's stuck without parts. Well. You've given me an excuse to Zen-hunt, Poor Jerk, so I will be nice to you. I like hitting up Shellwalkers anyway.

Precision arrow quiver upgraded YEEEEEES. And that's the achievement for having upgraded all the bags at least once. I like achievements. They're fun.

I ... should take a break or something. More coffee. Food. Then pick what the hell I want to do next. I see ... one of those Eclipse camps ... a Large Metal Bird hunting spot, and a whoooole lot of Fog of War, so there's probably a Tallneck out there someplace. ADVENTURE! ...Yeah, okay, and saving the world, but lemme HUNT.

So I'mma go grab some potato salad and coffee and then get back to the ADVENTURE. If nothing else, this has so far been a great way to hyperfocus past the OW I woke up with today. I mean, the paracetamol helped a bit, but sometimes, even when moving hurts, I just have to keep weaponising my hyperfocus tendencies. I could be a grumpy sod about the fact that it took forty-some years to figure out that I probably have ADHD, especially when it's often misdiagnosed as borderline personality disorder in women and I was diagnosed with that over twenty years ago, but ... I'm honestly not that much? I still prefer having a diagnosis when I can, but at the same time, I did at least figure out how to not only work around the whole mess but even use some of it to my advantage. See also: hyperfocus as an all-natural painkiller, and setting my executive dysfunction to work against my impulsivity tendencies so I don't end up bankrupting myself stupidly. I guess we all figure it out eventually.