#i LOVE her waders

[frogndtoad]

birding is such a silly hobby to be a beginner at. like yeah ive been getting really into looking at the world around me lately. im not very good yet but with practice i hope to get better!!!

[pseudowho]

Grandpapamin

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

When Nanami Kento becomes a grandfather...

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Kento thought the happiest day of his life was when he became a father...but then, his baby had a baby.

It was like love...squared.

He and you dutifully took care of your daughter's house while she was in labour. Kento pruned the plants, and baked, and paced, and paced, and paced.

While Kento knew in his heart his daughter was being well cared-for, he felt stunningly unable to protect her while she went through the biggest day of her life.

In the night, you woke, and your hand brushed out across the sheets for Kento...only to find him not there.

You creep through the house, and find him sat in the armchair by lamplight, his eyes glistening with tears as he goes through an old box, full of photographs of his baby, little onesies, a handprint in clay, a decoration she made at school, her first drawings and handwriting.

You sit with him, in front of the fire, warm and reminiscent, of those long-short years when your babies were babies.

"...she'll be alright?" He worries aloud.

"She'll be more than alright. She'll be amazing," you reassure, kissing his greying temples, stroking crow's feet.

You lead him back to bed, his hand dry, like soft warm leather, and you hold each other with the earnest familiarity of an aged love.

When Kento's phone rings at 7:37 in the morning, a time he never forgets, he is out of bed with a lithe hop, answering, desperate for news.

A sweet, swooping joy, an excited wake-up, an embrace and relief; his grandchild is born, and everyone is safe.

Kento has a grandson; his daughter is resplendent, pink-cheeked, exhausted and proud. Kento holds her close, shedding tears into her hair as she cradles his new grandson; "I'm so proud of you, darling. I always have been. You deserve him."

He drives his daughter and her partner home, knowing they are exhausted.

Kento and you never overstay your welcome; you ensure the new family is comfortable, give kisses and hasty reassurances that you are both just a phone call away, and go home.

Kento cannot stop jiggling his leg in delight on the way home. He is imagining all the wonderful things he wants to do with his new grandson.

Kento calls everyone-- Gojo, Yuuji, Ino, Higuruma. Everyone is delighted. Everyone secretly wants him to be their grandfather.

It is only when Kento and you have gone, that your partner opens the freezer-- "Oh my god!" They exclaim, laughing, "I think your dad has cooked enough to last us a month!" Kento has, obviously. He believes in being organised.

Kento spends the next few years of his life being a thoroughly naughty responsible grandfather.

Visiting Grandpapamin? Oh, only the finest will do.

While Kento always plans wonderful meals with you, his daughter turns her back for just one minute, and returns to find her son with a treat in his hand.

Kento pleads ignorance as he slides the biscuit tin back into the cupboard, a glint in his eye.

Wickedly good at hide and seek. Teaches his grandson all the tricks.

Takes his grandson down to the river, Kento in some waders, his grandson in shorts and rubber boots up to his knees, with little nets, glass jars on strings.

Kento has a reference book for everything; birds, fish, flowers, trees...he and his grandson catch minnows, his grandson splashing, holding his little round cheeks in joy.

Kento thinks his heart might burst, retaliating playfully when his grandson splashes him, giggling.

Kento's grandson is well-versed on the flora and fauna by the little river, by the time he is a grown man. All he wanted to inherit from his grandfather was the old reference books they pored over together.

His grandson inherits Kento's Cursed-sight too, a truth which Kento feels deeply responsible for, as he did when it passed down to his daughter. He fears for his grandson and the terrifying visions he will see in the world.

One day, you catch Kento teaching himself little magic tricks. He curses as he gets tangled in long colourful handkerchiefs; you laugh and blush as he pulls garish flowers out of his sleeve for you. He shows them to his grandson like he has known how to do magic his whole life.

After long sunny days in the garden and by the river, you often find Kento asleep with his snoozing grandson drooling on his chest. You take a photo, every single time, put a blanket over them and leave them in peace.

Kento, who tucks you under his arm on the sofa when they've all gone home, your evenings as intimate as they have always been.

Kento would rather his daughter didn't spend all of her hard-earned money on daycare. Instead, Grandpapamin arrives at her house at 7:30am sharp, ready to babysit ahead of the workday.

The days are silly, wholesome. Tears and tantrums are swiftly, calmly de-escalated. Kento can and will persuade and bribe at mealtimes.

Kento who is just disappointed when his grandson behaves badly-- and that is so much worse than angry.

Kento who takes such good care of his and your health, determined to spend as many healthy years with his family as possible. His old scars ache and creak though; he longs for the sun and sea.

The next year, his grandson is big enough to carry Kento's birthday cake to him, and Kento grumbles, pink-eared as he mulishly accepts a chorus of "Happy birthday". There is an envelope with the cake.

"What's this?" He grumbles again, shooting his daughter a chastising look, "I told you you didn't have to get me anything." She smiles at him, lovely brown eyes twinkling. Kento looks inside-- tickets. Flight tickets. He looks up in surprise, eyebrows raised.

"Kuantan?" He presses, excited despite his earlier chastisement.

"I thought we could all go. Together."

Though his blade hangs up on the wall, proud and displayed, at your insistence, Kento feels like he has been bestowed with the luck of the gods, to have dodged every bullet to get here.

His old scarred burns tingle and prickle, his eyepatch is old and worn, but his grandchildren never feared him; he is just Grandpapamin. He bakes. He takes them to the river. He teaches them how to whittle. He gives the best advice. He wears the softest cardigans.

Kento, who spends the golden years of his life with you, his world, the one who hung the stars.

[little-diable]

No such thing as feeling guilty – Draco Malfoy

This is pure pwp, I know y'all live for these Draco settings. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: A chat with a stranger at a tea store turns into something more–even after the reader realises that said stranger is her best friend's father.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap, dad's best friend, choking, spanking, spitting, oral (m), degrading, pure filth

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (2.2k words)

“The black one is the better choice.” An unfamiliar voice forced her eyes off the tea she was looking at. Bright eyes were staring down at her, taking in her features for a moment before they flickered back to the tea. The man was handsome, his bright hair was slicked back, a perfect contrast to the black suit he wore. 

“And why is that?” Her voice had a slight tremble to it. (Y/n) had to force herself to calm down, to follow his gaze back to the tea selection before he’d catch her staring at him. 

“You’ll just have to trust me.” A smirk tugged on his lips as he let his eyes wader back towards (y/n). She couldn’t stop her chuckles from breaking through her before she fully turned towards him, instantly picking up on the authority oozing off the man. He was at least twenty years older than her, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care, pulled closer by something she couldn’t pinpoint yet. 

“I don’t think I should trust a stranger.” Now it was on him to chuckle. She could only hope that he didn’t pick up on the heat his mere gaze flushed through her, leaving her body trembling. 

“What’s your name?” For a moment, she focused on the scent of his cologne, reminding her of green apples, old books, and something unfamiliar. Everything about the man seemed to pull her in, begging her to learn more about him and the mysterious aura that stuck to him as if it had been sewn to his black shoes. She could only murmur her name while her eyes momentarily broke contact with his, focusing back on the tea. 

“Well, (y/n), we’re no longer strangers now. Pick the tea, you won’t regret it.” The man‘s voice rang in her ears, leaving her trembling as she watched him leave. A part of her wanted to call after him, needing to hear his voice again, the raspy almost breathless whispers that would follow her around for a while.

And yet, a small part of her told her that this wasn’t the last time she‘d cross paths with him.

……

It had only been a few days since the run in at the tea store before (y/n) had crossed paths with him again. With her nose half buried in the book she was supposed to read for her classes, she hadn’t noticed him at first. Only as he had cleared his throat to gain her attention had she allowed herself to study the handsome stranger again. 

“Can I?” He pointed towards the empty chair next to hers, letting a smile widen on her lips while watching him sit down. For a moment, neither spoke up, allowing their curious eyes to take in the frame of the other before she slowly closed her book. 

“My friend loved the black tea, thank you for your help.” She could have sworn that a smirk wanted to tug on his lips. The man whose name she still didn’t know was a mystery to her, a confusing case she dreamt of whenever she allowed herself to get lost in her wandering thoughts. 

“I’m glad, (y/n).” He took a sip of his drink but his eyes didn’t stray from hers once. He was just as drawn to her, kept close by something neither could pinpoint just yet. 

“What’s your name?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking for his name, needing something to cling to. Perhaps she could find out more about him, the man who didn’t leave her thoughts no matter how hard she tried to focus on other things. 

“It’s Draco.” A hum left her at his name, wanting to taste it on her tongue. Deep down she knew that she would whine it in the late hours when her hands began to wander, urged on by the way she thought of him and the big hands she wanted to feel on her body.

“Will you let me take you out on a date, (y/n)?” Heat rose in her system, moving up her body like a snake slithering towards its next prey, ready to snap any moment now. Perhaps she should have run, should have crawled from the grave she had dug the second her eyes had met his for the first time. But there was no escaping the man with piercing eyes, no matter how much dirt would collect underneath her fingernails from trying to crawl out of the grave, she couldn’t run, couldn’t crawl, couldn’t hide. 

“Where would you take me?” A smirk widened on her lips. (Y/n) watched him ponder over her question, letting it buzz through his system before he gave room to a soft chuckle. 

“Let that be my worry. Here, put in your phone number for me, sweetheart.” 

……

In retrospect, she should have paid more attention. Not many people were called “Draco”, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that he was indeed the only Draco she had ever heard of before. The father of her best friend. The father of the one friend she had been close with for years. The man she was now on her knees for with glassy eyes and twitching jaw muscles. 

“Atta girl, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) hated to admit it, but the date he had taken her on was the best she had ever experienced. He had taken her out to dinner, not to a fancy place that would fit his appearance, but to a place that seemed to hold emotional value to the man. 

Perhaps she should have asked about his family earlier. Perhaps she should have dug deeper, but those piercing, mesmerizing eyes and those lips she had wanted to feel pressed against hers, had distracted her a tad bit too much. She should have left the date the second he told her of his daughter, dropping the name of her best friend. But she hadn’t, (y/n) had gaped at him for a second before the truth had split right from her lips. 

In retrospect, he should have ended the date with kind words and a soft smile. But Draco hadn’t. He had kissed her the second they had arrived back at her place, drawing her closer while her hands tugged on his bright roots and her heart picking up its pounding beat. 

It hadn’t taken long for her to end up on the floor of her bedroom, with only her underwear on and her hands tugging on his hardening cock. Praises left the man she couldn’t stop admiring–even as he began to impatiently fuck her throat to leave his marks on every inch of her body.

She was a goner. High on his taste. High on the sounds he made. High on the feeling of his hands touching every part that was aching for him. Fuck, she was his, had given herself to him on the first of hopefully many dates–no matter how loud her mind screamed at her to push herself away from him, there was no escaping Draco Malfoy. 

“You enjoy this, don’t you? Being a cock-hungry whore for the father of your best friend.” His cock nudged the back of her throat, forcing (y/n) to choke around him with a whine. Fuck, she did love this more than she should, set on giving every part of herself to a man who was by far older than she was. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you, to leave bruises on your sweet little body.” (Y/n) could only hope that his words weren’t just empty promises, but things he’d actually do to her. Her glassy eyes got lost in his bright ones while wordlessly begging him to finally fuck her, to touch the place that needed him the most. 

Draco harshly pushed her off his cock without a warning, watching her lose her balance with a dangerous smirk glued to his lips. Once again he looked like a predator set on pounding, ripping her to shreds while she’d beg for more and more. Before she could get another word in, his hand found her throat, choking her with just enough force to make her hyper aware of the power he held over her. 

“You’re mine, pretty girl. I will do whatever I want, and you will take it all.” A hum left her, unable to speak as he forced her to keep looking at him. His raspy chuckles buzzed through her body, straight to her aching heat. Fuck, she felt as if she was about to pass out, letting go with a high moan, sweat bearding her forehead, and her eyes fluttering close. She could almost taste her relief even though she hadn’t been touched properly so far. 

“Open your mouth.” The command was followed instantly, exposing her tongue to Draco as if she knew what he was planning on doing. They held eye contact as he spat down on the strong muscle, strengthening the bond that buzzed between them even further. The moan that wanted to leave her crawled up her throat, grateful for the way he momentarily loosened his grip on her–only to throw her down on the mattress. 

With her face buried in her pillow, Draco let his hand come down on her ass, meeting the soft fabric of the panties he was about to rip apart. (Y/n)’s sweet sounds left his cock twitching, urging the man on to move faster, to let her ripped panties drop before brushing his ringed fingers through her slit. She was dripping for him, letting her body do the talking while she could only whine and moan for him, hoping that he would stop dragging out this moment. 

“Tell me, what do you need, sweetheart?” He was teasing her, acting as if he was giving her some power to make her own decision about the outcome of this night. Nothing but lies she was too distracted to pick up on. Her moans stopped her from speaking up as he pushed two fingers into her heat, spreading her walls in preparation for his cock. 

“Fuck me, please.” The chuckle leaving Draco made her walls flutter around his fingers, keeping him close while his free hand pumped his cock, keeping himself ready to fuck her stupid. 

“Address me properly.” (Y/n) struggled to follow the command, she needed a few moments and fresh intakes of air before a breathy “Please, Mister Malfoy” left her. It was all Draco needed to hear before he replaced his fingers with his cock. 

The moan that left both at the sudden intrusion echoed through her apartment, and yet neither could pay attention to the sound, too far gone, too fucked out already. Draco didn’t hold back, he fucked her from behind as if the Devil was chasing him, whispering to him that he needed to ruin her, that there was no need to feel guilty about the situation they found themselves trapped in. 

“Oh god, you’re so big, feel so good.” She kept blabbering away, getting lost in her feelings and the new sensation. They were a perfect match, a darkening bond that chained their souls together. 

“My pretty girl, fuck, you were made for me.” His hand came down on her behind again, set on burning his handprint into her skin. Her moans spurred him on to fuck her even faster, to brush against her swollen spot while the edge called them closer, set on ripping them off their balance. 

“Draco,” he was too focused on the feeling of her clenching his cock, too focused on her nearing orgasm to scold her for using his first name. This was all about their approaching high, the need to be close to one another without having to hold back–something he had longed for since that moment in the tea store. 

He pulled out of her for a moment to flip her around, to tower over her with his dark gaze set on her features. They held eye contact as he pushed into her again, as his fingers found her pulsing bundle. She was a moaning mess–the most beautiful mess he had ever been fortunate enough to look at. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.” (Y/n) didn’t need to be told twice. She came with a gasp of his name while pulling him down for a kiss. Their tongues fought for victory while he fucked her deep, chasing his own high while her walls had a tight grip on his cock. 

Draco came with a gritty “Fuck”, pulling out just in time to paint her stomach with his cum. She was panting, needing to catch her breath while he kept staring down at her with a widening grin, seemingly getting lost in darkening thoughts on how to fill the last remaining hours of the night. 

“I’ll let you rest for a moment, but don’t you think I’m done with you yet, sweetheart. I won’t be for a long while.”

[brunettemarionette]

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

↠ female reader. no description of features. no mentions of size.

a/n: pictures made by me, spoilers I guess if you haven't watched Deadpool? No warnings just fluff and dumbassery.

Some time after Deadpool & Wolverine, they get back together, and you're a total surprise for them despite the two wanting a baby before Vanessa died.

"So... are we having a Sonny or a Cher?"

Not being called either of those names and definitely not being called anything 'strippery'... or Wade Jr, Wada, Darth Wader and definitely not Todd, either.

No matter how much Wade worried about being like his dad, all that went out the window when you were actually born.

"I've only had a daughter for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself... come back to life fuck shit up and die again. Rinse and repeat."

Wade leaving you with Blind Al as a babysitter (sometimes she wouldn't even realize you're there).

"Wade, you can't just leave the baby with a blind person." *Surprise Pikachu Deadpool * "...ableist..."

I feel like Wade, at some point, either dropped you or you fell when you were a kid, but it's for the best since that's how he and Vanessa found out that you're a chip off the ole' block when you heal super fast.

Despite what Vanessa thought when they first agreed to make a baby, they did, in fact, make a 'super baby.'

Always following your 'Uncle' Logan around no matter how much he tries to get rid of you.

"'Babypool' go-... play or something, okay kid?"

Growing up surrounded by mutants means you never think you're different or a freak but instead becoming very protective of your mom. After a talk with your dad about your mom dying, you realize just how fragile people are.

Surprisingly, Wade makes a great girl dad. He does the tea party thing and, of his own accord, puts on the dress and clip earrings; he serves tea to the plush bears and scoffs when others mock him.

"Clearly, you people have no class."

As you got older, you started to look more like your mom, but no matter what situation you found yourself in, you could stop the snark, so much so that it earned you the nickname 'Mini mouth' – Wade was so proud.

Wade took you to the roof of the building to 'bond,' which Vanessa knew was him teaching you how to fight – something she was okay with until you both fell off the roof... more than once.

Them both knowing that despite wanting to give you a normal childhood and life you were going to be some kind or 'hero/antihero'. So they roll with the punches, and Wade makes sure you know exactly what you need to know about it.

"No, spermpool, red is my color. Just ask your mom when we-"

"Ew, Dad... and don't call me that."

On that note, investing in headphones was something you picked up the older you got, asking the store which ones cancel noise the best and then buying earbuds to go with them.

"Minipool, Girlpool, not-as-good-deadpool, Wishpool... ow... okay! We'll think of a better name for you!"

Despite you and your dad both being mercs who have been killed or hurt in every which way, your mom still rules the house. That's how you two find your katanas confiscated when you started playing 'Star Wars' during Thanksgiving.

Your dad makes a lot of Batman and Robin jokes when you're working together, only after he made a weird Batman and Catwoman joke until he realized why that was gross. So you became his Robin.

For someone so laid back about love and sex, Wade is very protective when it comes to you. Seeing the bad guys flirt with you, his deadpan snark reaches a few levels higher than his norm – it doesn't help when your mom hypes up your catsuit.

"I told you we should have gotten her a costume like what the lady three floors down wears."

“Red, that's a Muumuu.”

Being impulsive is like an inherited trait from both of them, which just makes up a chaotic household, and yet you all love every minute of it.

"One of the best things my dad ever gave me, not by choice, are these two gold-plated 50 caliber desert eagle pistoleros...."

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀

The Nights by Avicii

GDFR by Flo Rida

X gon' give it to ya by DMX

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀:

Chaotic parents x Inherited Chaos (you)

Matching Family Energy

Dumbasses (wade, you) x Oh, those are my dumbasses (vanessa)

[transfemstalin]

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[seokgyuu]

heyyy hope you're having a good day

so imagine meeting Vernon's family for the first time. you were so nervous but his parents were really nice so you felt comfortable instantly, But as you had been tense for days you felt the need to get off, so when he showed you his childhood bedroom you needed him to fuck you right then and there. As y'all know Vernon is disciplined and wouldn't want you to misbehave either. but he finally agreed when you begged (how can he resist you) he didn't want you to make a sound tho... soo wall sex with Vernon in his childhood bedroom with his fam outside?

hii omg yes, thank you! I hope you are having a great day too!!! <3

interesting that you came to me about vernon since he is still up in challenge me and i haven't written anything about him yet BUT... i love it, hehe.

So, as a thank you for this, find a little bit more under the read more... hehe.

PAIRING: Vernon x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: begging, slight degradation, use of pet names (baby, slut, whore), doggy, dirty talk, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 620

"You really are insatiable, aren't you, baby?" Vernon chuckles behind you. His body is pressed against yours, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel his member throb inside of you. He hasn't moved since he entered you, your hips wiggling, but he doesn't let you go. Instead he kisses your neck, sucks on the sensitive skin. Both of you are aware his family is outside. Both of you know it's risky. And yet, how could he ever say no to you, especially when you begged him to fuck you? Just the words alone: "Vernonie... I need your cock, please just fuck me, I'll be quiet!" had already been it for him.

"P-Please," you whined now, tears pooling in your eyes. Your boyfriend smirks against your skin, one hand that was holding you against the wall before now moves down and to your front, thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit.

"Really think you can take it? And be quiet, my little slut?" You nod rapidly and Vernon licks his lips before he finally does his first thrust, having you gasp. Your walls clench around him and he presses his face against your neck, hips now not able to stop from fucking into you. When he hears your first moan, he brings his other hand to your mouth, his cock drilling into you at even quicker speed. His mouth is dropped as he watches how his cock slides in and out of you, his orgasm not far. You had riled him up so bad and now you were here, your frontside pressed against the wall of his childhood bedroom, his cock deep inside your wet and needy pussy. Never could he say no to you, never could he resist knowing he had you in the room he used to sleep in, jerking off to images of you, his high school crush.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet for me, baby, such a needly little whore, can't even wait until we're back home for me to fuck her." His words make your eyes roll back and you throw your hips against him, having him reposition you as a reaction. Now, he has your back arched, your hands prepped against the wall as he fucks you like this, one hand still on your mouth while the other is on your back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sure to have you see stars in less than a few minutes. Your boyfriend throws his head back, a deep groan leaving him when he feels you pulsating around his length. You wanna scream, tell him to fill you up, but you know him well enough to know he will do so anyways. He always does what you need him to, even without you saying it.

And you're right - he continues his spiel, his hips at perfect speed and strength, his breath getting heavier, his groans becoming more desperate. When he feels you come undone around him, drool against his hand so close to drip down your chin, he can't help it anymore.

"Yeah, just like that, cum on my cock, baby. Milk me, fuck, gonna cum and fill you up so good, shit." He lets his hand wader to your hair, pulling you up against his chest as he finishes inside of you; hot perfect cum shooting inside of you, both of you riding your highs out with each other.

Once he slips out of you, he turns you around, his lips finding yours without any trouble.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips and you giggle.

"I love you too. Now, please get me something to clean myself up before your cum drips on your parent's carpet."

[5weetmeat]

I'm back to my ranting on why I hate mituna fanarts WELL CAUSE FOR SOME REASON PEOPLE LOVE TO DRAW HIM HELPLESS AND IN NEED OF PROTECTION ???? 'Ohh poor mituna he's crying cus someone called him stupid but luckily latula or kurloz(dont even get me started on how mischaracterized the both of them also get but nevermind its not about them) are there to save him 👉👈'....... Are we.... Looking at the same character..... The guy that meenah sees as foul and unpleasant the guy who manages to swear at her like 100 times in one sentence then calls her a wader

[candyredmusings]

Bioshock Splicer Starters

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Baby Jane

Get away from my face! Not on my face!"

"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"

"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"

"Talentless?! BORING?!"

"You don't deserve this!"

"I'm a star, not you!"

"You're jealous, jealous!"

"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"

"You did this to me! You!"

"I deserve it, you fuck!"

"Give me the part, you bastard!"

"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"

"Stop ogling me!"

"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"

"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"

"He's standing in the wrong place!"

"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"

"Just say something, goddammit!"

"What's that? Is it him?!"

"I smell something nasty."

"Is that someone naughty?"

"Honey? Is that you…?"

"I heard that!"

"It hurts, it hurts…"

"Why did you…?"

"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"

"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"

"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"

"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."

"Have it your way, you sleaze!"

"Well, that was good drama."

"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"

"That gets a girl's blood flowing."

"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"

"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"

"He's gone! They always leave…"

"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"

"My god, there's so much blood!"

"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"

"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"

"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"

"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."

"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."

"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"

"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."

"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"

"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"

"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"

"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"

"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"

"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"

"You wanna play with me?"

"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"

"I can be nice if I want to…"

"Next time, work on your timing."

"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"

"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"

"Just pretend, you imbecile!"

"You ruined me!"

"No one touches me! No one!"

"You won't touch me again!"

"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"

Breadwinner

"Get out of my territory!"

"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"

"I'm top dog, you shit!"

"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"

"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"

"You're a nobody! Nobody!"

"Who the hell is that?"

"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"

"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."

"Come on. Gimme a break!"

"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"

 "I'm too busy for this shit."

"Waste of my goddamn time."

"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"

"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"

"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"

"What happened to this thing?"

"Ha, it's my lucky day!"

"She should not have come here."

"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."

"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."

"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"

"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"

"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"

"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."

"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"

"That's it? We're done?"

"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."

"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"

"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."

"I earned this! Me!"

"You give it to me, you hear?"

"Just open your mouth."

"Ah, whose fault is this?"

"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"

[anpanbun]

There's Nothing In The Water

"How long has he been fishing for?"

They ask her of the man on the dock. They see him out there before the sun has crested over the mountain. They see him out there long after the sun has slipped below the waves.

"Since I was young. Sometimes it feels like that's all he's ever done."

They laugh off her replies, just an exaggeration by a young woman. Unseeing her long looks off towards the fisherman, an unnamable emotion in her gaze.

They always leave. Satisfied with her spiel about the historic buildings and the still functioning lighthouse of the town, and of the hospitality of the residents during their visit.

No one stays. It has been a long time since someone stayed. Joel was the last. Joel and his lovely wife. He stays, she does not. She comes when the snow clears and leaves as it rolls down from the mountain and fog creeps in from the sea.

When did Lizzie last visit? Gem can't recall.

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She sleeps on the sea. The boat rocking gently beneath her feet is an unchanging comfort.

She ignores the persistent scratching along the outer hull.

In the morning, she paints over the fresh gouges.

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The only time he stops fishing is when the Man From Out of Town arrives.

"Mumbo." He insists.

The Man comes and goes as he pleases. Regardless of the snow and fog.

They make an odd sight, the fisherman in his grubby waders with his rod set aside and the Man in his posh but old fashioned black suit sitting together on a rickety old wharf.

She looks out towards the sea.

When she looks back the Man is gone and the fisherman has his line cast again.

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From up on the lighthouse she can see further into the forest.

She can see False.

She's down at the edge of the forest by the time False breaks through the tree line.

"Anything new?"

False studies the historical settlements within the forest. There hasn't been anything new there in a long time.

She doesn't know why False looks, they both know what happened to those places.

"No."

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Cleo catches her on the path to the lighthouse.

"Can you help me put up the signs?"

The snow is clearing, soon the people will come.

Please do not drink the tap water.

She takes down the old notices and pins the new identical ones in their place on each door.

She sets the old notices on reception desk.

"I don't get why we have to do this everytime."

They sigh.

"The guests always say it tastes bad. Fresh signs draw attention which means I get less complaints."

She takes a long drink from the tap that night.

"I don't get why they complain. There's nothing in the water."

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The snow coming is back.

The last of the tourists have fled before the only pass out snows over.

She hears shouting from Joel's store.

It's Lizzie.

It takes her a moment to place Joel's wife.

Through the glass store front she can see Lizzie's hair is streaked with gray now.

"Lizzie, you need to leave!"

"Joel, give me the water! I need the water!"

"Lizzie, please!"

"You don't understand, I barely found my way back Joel! If I leave now I don't know if I can again!"

"Well its better than being stuck here like me!"

She makes it to the door in time to see Lizzie lunge for the glass pitcher Joel keeps behind the register.

She gulps down the water with a feverish desperation around Joel's frantically grabbing hands and her own gagging.

The first snowflake falls to Gem's shoulder as Lizzie collapses, choking on the blood spilling from her mouth.

[femenaces]

You look cute as hell but definitely like someone who would insist on being a they/them because she cut her hair shorter than normal 😭 What society has done to our cool short haired women... (this shit happens to me too constantly)

Nooooo whyyy its so dumb i basically have this retro women's haircut. how have we regressed from the NINETEEN-SIXTIES....

A while back I was in a Bass Pro (acquiring waders) and the old man at the counter said "ah, I love your hair, the ladies used to wear it that way when I was young"

Meanwhile, the young people in today's meeting all saw my hair and decided I must have Gender Issues

[annaphoenix1994]

A Bitter Surprise - Part 2

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"Look who it is!" Price chuckled, nodding his head towards Simon's presence as he tethered his horse to the nearby tree next to the horses Gaz and Price had ridden to their preferred spot in the river. "Surprised you found me, mate." 

"Well old man, you're not very hard to find when you have a cloud of smoke above you," Simon chuckled. "Kiera told me you two were fishing and the others were sorting cattle. So, I figured if I had to choose, I'd rather fish and listen to you and Kyle banter." 

"You're in luck. I have another pole." Kyle nodded towards his horse - a grey mare that he had named Molly - there was no reason behind the name, just that it seemed fitting for the mare's personality. That, and it was easy to remember and easy to say. Unlike Price, who nicknamed his horse Ben, after the Big Ben in London. 

"Kiera must've told you I was coming?" 

"Nah, mate, we knew you'd choose to fish over sorting cattle. We're getting too old to be falling off of horses. Hard on our old bones." Price chuckled; his cigar clasped between his lips as he cast out his line. 

"Not as old as you." Simon scoffed, standing on the bank as he prepared his rod, looking for a decent spot to cast his line as well as avoiding accidentally snagging either Price or Gaz by their clothes. Wouldn't be the first time... 

"I'm aging well, you bastard," He scoffed. "The best chance you have at catching something is standing in the stream, not on the bank." 

"Unlike you, I don't have waders on," Simon shrugged. "But I'm sure I'll catch something. I can't recall the last time I went on a fishing trip and didn't catch something." 

"I've always heard that fishermen are the best liars." Gaz poked. 

"Bloody hell, you two quarrel like a couple of children. The point of going fishing is to try and catch something and enjoy a cigar." Price groaned. 

"Simon has to get used to quarrel, sir. He has two kids he has to get ready for." 

"I'm sure with his parenting skills that his children won't be quarreling for long," Price chuckled. "How are they, Simon?" 

He shrugged, an immediate frown of guilt plastering on his face as he didn't deem it fair to be enjoying himself when Kiera was at home tending to their children by herself, even though she insisted for him to spend time with the bond he built with his comrades, now having a spot within his heart as members of his family. "They're behaving for her, thankfully. At least I hope they are right now. I'll feel terrible if I go home and they've caused her a headache." 

"I doubt they will, mate." 

"I hope so," He huffed, casting a line into the river. "I'm thinking about taking some time off of work."

"That's a good idea. I think you should. Gives you the holiday week with us and your family. You need a break for yourself too." 

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Much to Simon's irritation, the fishing trip he had taken with Price and Gaz had turned into a fishing trip and eventually aiding the wranglers with sorting cattle. Although Simon hated to admit it, he thoroughly enjoyed being on horseback with his comrades doing something other than having to worry about being shot at. 

And having a reason to shout at Soap was rather amusing. 

After helping tend to his own horse as well as the others, he ensured that Kiera's efforts from earlier that day were honored by a "gentle reminder" that she had worked hard to tidy the barn in complements of the new wranglers as well as the ones who didn't care too much about excessively keeping their stalls clean. 

With sweat still beading upon his brow, he ran a free hand through his hair before entering their home, the smell of a meal Kiera had been working on entering his nostrils and forcing his stomach to growl in response. With a grin, he slowly approached her while she slaved over the stove, stirring into a pot of boiling water after emptying a box of shell pasta. "What're you making, love?" He whispered into her neck, snaking his arms around her waist. 

"I'm making a big dinner for us tonight," She hummed. "Meatloaf, macaroni, homemade mashed potatoes, and some creamed corn. Except I didn't have beef to use for the meatloaf, only ground turkey. So, I guess we're having turkey loaf..."

He breathed a chuckle into her shoulder, "I'm trusting your judgement on that recipe, love. You haven't made macaroni in a long while. Cravings hitting you again?" 

"Not necessarily," She shrugged. "I needed to make something for the kid. He hasn't eaten in days-" 

She felt Simon straighten his posture, his peppering of kisses suddenly stops as his lips hovered over her hot and nervous skin. "What kid?" 

His gaze hardened as he stared at her, knowing she wasn't talking about their children, seeing a tinge of mischief on her failure to respond to his question. "Kiera? What kid?" He watched as her hazel eyes met his - almost as if they were saying: please don't be mad instead of a plea. He breathed heavily through his nose before he walked the few steps towards the living room, turning the corner to see Baler sitting on the edge of the couch, clasping his hands together as he was embracing the warmth from the fireplace. 

He and Simon locked eyes, Baler feeling the immense suffocation of Simon's presence making him severely uncomfortable and unwelcome. "She-She took me in-" He babbled, immediately halting his sentence when Simon raised his index finger, "Save it." He grumbled before storming back into the kitchen. "Why is that kid here?" 

"The Sheriff brought him here-"

"Why?" 

"Because he claimed I was his guardian-"

"Why? How?" 

"Simon!" She huffed. "I can't answer your questions while you keep cutting me off. I met him at the hospital while dad was getting his colonoscopy. I watched him say his goodbyes - well, bitter goodbye to his own father. I guess me being there for him was enough for him to think I was capable of being his guardian. He has no one else." 

"Are you sure you're capable?" 

Oh, fuck, that came out wrong. That glare is enough to cut my head off, he scolded himself, mentally preparing himself for the words that were about to follow that dreaded glare. 

A pissed-off woman's glare at that. 

"I'm more than fucking capable," She scoffed. "Richards brought him here with predictions of a rough future-"

"That's not your problem, Kiera-"

"Stop fucking cutting me off," She arched her brow, a warning. "I brought him in to help him get on his feet with the opportunity of bettering himself. He's not here for a free ride and I made that pretty fucking clear when I talked to him. You're acting like I just brought in a thief off the street because he was begging for money." 

"I'm not saying that," He huffed, leaning against the counter and folding his arms over his chest. "Why didn't you talk to me about this?" 

"I didn't really have a choice. Richards showed up probably an hour after you rode out to go fishing with Price." 

"How'd you know I chose to go fishing?" He questioned, changing the subject as he truly hated arguing with her, knowing that not only did it make her angry - but he also hated seeing her angry, especially when he constantly assumed she was angry because of him. 

"For one, I suggested it. And two, I knew you'd choose to go fishing over sorting cattle." 

"Well, I ended up doing both today," He sighed. "That's why I'm home late." 

"I figured." 

"I didn't mean to offend you by what I said. I didn't mean it that way. Just that you're busy tending to our own children and don't want you to have to worry about another." 

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't think I was capable. And to be honest, the longer I looked at him I saw it as a chance for you to really teach him and help him grow into a man." 

He scoffed, the base of his reaction being of self-doubt, "I don't have the time to raise a boy that's not mine. Nor am I wanting to have to provide for him." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" That familiar, yet scary arch of her brow and glare in her eye. 

"As of right now, I'm working to bring in money to take care of you and our kids-"

"I'll go back to work early since it sounds like it's a problem for you." 

"What was that you said about me cutting you off? Now you're doing it. And no, you're not ready to go back to work." 

"Oh, I'm more than ready. What makes you think you have a say on if I'm ready or not?"

"Then are you planning to take them to work with you? Because I can't," He shrugged. "I told you that you wouldn't have to worry about bringing in any money for a long while so you can focus on taking care of them while I'm working. I know you don't like it, but I feel it's best that you probably don't worry about pressuring yourself for bringing in money and leave it to me." 

"So, you're expecting me to be the only one to take care of the kids?" They both knew her response was simply out of anger and frustration, knowing that Simon pulled his weight when it came to helping Kiera tend to their infants. 

"That's not what I'm saying at all, love," He sighed. "You already have a lot on your plate right now. The last you need is to worry about going out to a nine to five and having to constantly keeping your eye on some kid that probably has a temper and an un-readable personality." 

"That's why I think you can help change that." 

"Why do you think that?" 

"Because I saw you in him, Simon. I felt like I looked into a portal and saw a glimpse of how you were at his age. And I think it would do him some good to have you teach him how to make a man out of himself."

He sighed, looking down at his feet, partially knowing that she was right with her statement, but not wanting to believe it as he believed he wasn't capable of helping a troubled kid make a difference for himself, "Is this really what you want?" 

"I want to try, Simon. He at least deserves that. If you don't want to help him, then I'll do my best to." 

"If that's what you want, then I'm going to try and make it work." His response truly stunned her, but she grew to admire him even more due to his willing attitude, no matter how much he didn't want to at that given moment. He slowly shifted his gaze upwards towards her, his lips turning into a reassuring smirk when he saw the look of relief in her eyes as well as a grateful glare and not a hateful one that he had seen a few moments prior. 

"I told him that he needs to earn his keep around here, that I'm not letting him stay here without contributing. So, I suggest we all sit down and have a nice dinner and I'll take him down to the barn with me in the morning and have him start working." 

"I think that's a good idea, love," He nodded. "I go back to work tomorrow night, so I'm going to have to stay up tonight so I can avoid being too tired tomorrow night." 

"I guess that means it's movie night?" She questioned, knowing that Simon nearly only watched movies to keep himself awake on the night before his usual routine came into play, although he always found it amusing as Kiera would desperately try to stay awake during whichever movie he chose, always falling asleep before the movie made it into its first hour. 

"Movie night for me considering you can't stay awake long enough to finish one," He breathed a chuckle. "But yes." 

"I can't help you pick boring movies." 

"Kiera, I watch action and war movies. There's nothing boring about that," He playfully scoffed. "While you're still cooking, I'm going to go lay out the rules to this kid and hope he has enough common sense not to get on my bad side." 

"Go easy on him for now, Simon. He's stressed and still overwhelmed with things that happened. We don't need him running away-" 

"It would be a problem that takes care of itself..." He trailed off, refusing to look at Kiera when he said it knowing she was shooting him another threatening glare. "Okay, fine. I'll make the rules clear while trying not to sound like a bastard." 

"If you say so..." 

He hummed, deciding to lean towards her and kiss the side of her head before he walked towards the living room, relieved when she subtly leaned into his tender embrace. Knowing that Kiera could possibly still be irritated with him, he couldn't help himself to always show her affection, not letting the elements of a bitter surprise ruining his mood when he came home to her and their children. 

"You got your hands full with that one." Baler commented, making it clear that he had heard the entire conversation. 

Simon struggled to hide a smirk, knowing exactly that Baler's comment was right. "That's for sure. You know the only reason you're here is because of her, right?" 

The kid nodded. 

"When we ask you to do something, we don't expect for retaliation. You're expected to earn you place here. Come dawn, you will be working for Kiera at the barn." 

"But... I don't know how?" 

"No questions asked, lad. You'll learn." 

"O-Okay, Simon-" 

"For now, it's not Simon," He corrected. "We start with sir. Addressing names comes with respect." 

Baler's hands trembled, "Yes, sir." 

"Good start. After dinner, we'll help her clean up and I'll talk to her about your sleeping arrangements." 

"T-Thank you, sir." 

"No need to thank me. She's the reason you're here." 

[koskela-knights]

Masculinity & appearance observations in Alan Wake 2

This may not be a fully coherent post but bare with me, I'm writing some observations on different men in AW2.

It goes without saying that while there's more diversity in the game vs their previous AW game, the majority of characters are still men so I thought it'd be fun to look at some of them.

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Alan/Scratch/Zane/Seine: I think Alan is, appearance wise, somewhat generic. White, male, dark-haired and bearded protagonist. However, him being a writer first makes him more unusual in the game world. Usually, a male protagonist is an adventurer, a soldier but while Alan has some basic knowledge of firearms and uses them, it's not his main profession nor is it his main weapon, that would still be the flashlight and even then, his sections aren't as action-packed as the first game.

His mental health and constant confusion also makes him deviate from the standard of your typical male hero (even in the horror genre) These traits are not often seen in men in games, who are supposed to be stoic, confident, heroic and aggressive. The latter trait being very overt in Mr Scratch who behaves more animalistic in AW2 than AW1.

Finally, you have Zane who is nothing like we've seen him in AW1. He has more personality and a completely different look. Especially in the motel sequences. As Ilkka had said himself, Zane can love whoever he wants and his romantic/sexual freedom is reflected in his fruity outfit. The leather pants, bracelets, necklaces, shirtless or bare-chested with a loose blouse or just a blazer on. He wears eyeliner and is much more expressive in both body language and voice. His hair is literally not straight. The contrast is prominent when he's directly played against Alan who has a more muted posture/attitude and outfit. Only in YY where Seine portrays Veikko, does he wear a formal, typical masculine suit in the writer's room but interestingly, when he exits the Well, he wears the leather pants and is shirtless again.

Casey: In any other game, Casey probably would've been the protagonist. Somewhat stoic, knows how to handle weapons, an ex-wife, etc. But through interactions with his partner Saga and through Saga's mind place, we know Casey to be not just a hard-boiled cop (like his Dark Place counterpart/Alan's Casey). He seems to have a soft spot for Saga and her family (directly shown in that photo of him doing the dishes during Logan's Bday party).

Warlin Door: Door is a well-composed man and great talk show host. However, when the camera isn't rolling and he confronts Alan, his attitude shifts and he becomes dead serious and calculated. Alas, we don't see or know much more about Door besides his appearance on the talk show. He is one of the few men of color with a prominent role and I think he has the most screentime (Steven Lin and Ed Booker having significant less screentime) (On a sidenote, it's great to see how much David Harewood enjoyed playing this role and I hope they do more with his character in the future)

The Anderson Brothers: Their age doesn't make them stop dressing like rock and roll stars: the combat boots, the leather jacket/coat. Tor seems to be wearing a Viking-inspired necklace and subtly has braided his beard to look the part as well in this iteration of him. I don't have much else to say about them.

The Koskela Brothers: Them with many NPCs in Watery embody the male, working class. They are blue-collar workers: Jaakko's construction pants, Ilmo's fishing waders and on top of that, their leather jackets to signify their involvement with the Kalevala Knights motorclub. Ilmo is assertive, an active business man with a whole lot of plans. Jaakko is a bit different, having some traits and a role that you also don't often see in male videogame characters. He is a single dad who seems to care about his kids, and unlike Ilmo, Jaakko is introverted with a more monotone voice for most of the game. However, his appearance is very manly with a big mark being of course his beard. Through notes, it's also apparent he's the maintenance guy in Coffee World.

Ilmari: Now I'm not too well-versed in Finnish history, but a fellow fan pointed out that Ilmari and his men might've been based of of the puukkojunkkarit (knife junkers/fighters) Historically, these were troublemakers in the Ostrobothnia region of Finland. On the wiki page it's also said that people respected them becos they dared to stand up against society and authorities. (Which is interesting, because Ilmari is somewhat connected to Ilmo who also shows to be anti-authoritarian.) The gang clearly seems to be of the lower class when you look at their outfits. Ilmari, however, seems to be richer. The shirt looks nicer, he wears that bolo tie and the leather jacket.

Steven Lin: So Steven is the only Asian male character that is named and has a bit of dialogue in the game. He is a technician with the FBC and is seen talking to Ilmo and Saga. Can't help but notice that the technician is an Asian guy. The seems to be a standard Asian male Taken and citizen (which is also used as the FBC agent arresting Ilmo) and I think that's about it when it comes to Asian male rep. I'm adding Steven becos as an Asian guy, rep can be severely lacking lmao.

Besides some racist remarks toward Saga, I don't think race has been really discussed unless I've forgotten something.

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Anyways, feel free to add your own thoughts and observations

[dansnaturepictures]

Our wild adventure in Yorkshire 1st-8th June 2024 

Over the past week we have had another fantastic, packed, relaxing and breathtaking wild holiday this year, this time returning to the Yorkshire coast for a trip based around visiting the incredible RSPB Bempton Cliffs. It was an amazing week. 

The main highlights came on the visits to Bempton on Monday and Friday, going on a boat trip underneath there and Flamborough Head on Wednesday and visits to Flamborough Head and North Landing and Thornwick Bay where we were mesmerised to be immersed in bustling seabird colonies. It was magical especially to be ensconced in the elegant world of Gannets, seeing these remarkable and bold sea kings and queens in huge numbers was an honour getting views of ones with vegetation in their bills, scuffles and many flying and still views. The enchanting Puffins with their parrot beaks were also stars of the trip, I can never tire of these birds which awaken by heart. As do Guillemots and Razorbills, more awesome auks treasured at close quarters this week. Another of my favourites the Fulmars meandered in the wind and brought me much joy. Also making Bempton and Flamborough stand out are true seagulls, the angelic Kittiwakes whose onomatopoeic calls provide the colonies’ main soundtrack, precious to witness seeing the quirky sight of the ones nesting on buildings in urban Bridlington too. The sight, sound and smell of seabird colonies enriched my soul. Also seen this week were Herring Gulls well including young, Shag, Sandwich Tern and loads of Little Terns on a first visit to places I had always wanted to go the peculiar and almost otherworldly Spurn and Kilnsea Wetlands.  

At Kilnsea Wetlands we saw a surprise bird of the trip with exhilarating views of our first Yellow Wagtails of the year, part of a rich farmland double of bird year ticks for me this trip alongside thrilling views of a grand pair of Grey Partridges on a walk from Bempton. We were spellbound to watch two owls, brilliant Barn Owl views at Bempton and epic views of stunning Short-eared Owl at Flamborough North Landing just before setting off for home today. Also standing out throughout the week were a scattering of other pretty passerines; luxurious views of Bempton’s gorgeous Tree Sparrows birds I love seeing, strong Sedge Warbler views, Whitethroat, Chiffchaff, Stonechat including young, Reed Buntings, Dunnock, House Sparrow, Starling, Goldfinch, Song Thrush, lots of views of hirundines Swallow, House Martin and Sand Martin including on nests and Swifts. It was good to see Pheasants and Stock Dove too. Beautiful Little Ringed Plover, Ringed Plover, Avocet, Grey Plover, Oystercatcher, Lapwing, Grey Heron, Teal and Wigeon mostly at Kilnsea Wetlands and Spurn were nice wader and waterfowl sightings with a Cuckoo’s call heard in a third area of the country for us this year alongside Hampshire and Scotland reverberating over the North York Moors landscape at Fen Bog Nature Reserve. 

Lepidoptera played a big part in the week with my treasured first sighting of a Small Copper this year a butterfly I needed to see at Fen Bog Nature Reserve and it was also good to see some of my last Orange Tips of the year I shall imagine with them coming to their end especially at home with lovely Painted Lady at Bempton Cliffs, Red Admiral, Dingy Skipper, Speckled Wood and Green-veined White other butterflies enjoyed. Silver Y and Mother Shipton were good to see too as was Brown House moth where we stayed. We also saw some nice caterpillars, burnet moth, Garden Tiger moth and Brown-tail moth. 

Onto other wildlife and mammals starred in the week with astonishing sightings of Weasel and Field Voles at Bempton Cliffs providing me some of my moments of the year, making my mammal year list my joint highest ever alongside last year’s total. It was breathtaking to watch iconic Grey Seals from land and from the boat at Flamborough Head with some powerful intimate experiences. Brown Hare on another holiday this year, Rabbit and Grey Squirrel were nice to see too. Fen Bog brought more marvellous moments with my first giant Golden-ringed Dragonfly and thrilling Common Lizard of the year, with bees, lots of snails and slugs including Black Slugs, flies, a Green Tiger beetle at Fen Bog also seen in Scotland, at home and Yorkshire for me this year and Long-bodied Cellar Spider at where we stayed other highlights. 

There were some fabulous flowers seen with hogweed and red campion painting swathes of colour on Bempton’s seaside meadows. Common butterwort and heath bedstraw at Fen Bog Nature Reserve and many marsh orchids adorning the coast were other key species seen. Other key flowers enjoyed across the week were meadow crane’s-bill, herb-Robert, yellow rattle, plantain, white and red clover, groundsel, oxeye daisy, daisy, chamomile, hawksbeard, sow thistle, milkwort, comfrey, poppies, mouse-ear chickweed, green alkanet, roses, buttercups, cuckooflower, vetch and seas of kidney vetch painting cliffs.

Thursday brought something slightly different for us with a look at nearby to where we stayed Sewerby Hall and Gardens; feeling inspired to see the Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition and enjoying gladiolus, roses and forget-me-not in the gardens and Humboldt Penguins, Racoon Dogs and Rheas in the Zoo among others. Quite something to see Penguins which I love then see the auks Guillemots, Razorbills and Puffin on a look at Thornwick Bay later in the day; my early childhood obsession with Penguins meaning I was drawn to these northern hemisphere counterparts when I first got into birdwatching in my mid-late childhood sowing the seeds for my hobby and passion something I reflected on a lot this week in this big seabird experiences. Finally particularly centring on rugged and stunning coast but also including meadows, moor and marsh and hints of woodland with picture postcard seaside at Bridlington too I have taken in some breathtaking views this week and nice sky scenes too. An unforgettable and extraordinary week. 

The photos I took in this photoset from the week are of; Tree Sparrow, Yellow Wagtail, carrot type flowers at Flamborough North Landing, hawksbit type flowers with a fly and beetle on at Fen Bog Nature Reserve, view at Spurn and snail at Flamborough Head, view at Thornwick Bay, Kittiwake at Flamborough Head and views at Flamborough North Landing and Sewerby Gardens.

[hanayori89]

✨🐺Sparks Between Fang Marks: The Final Bite✨🐺

  Shad sat across from Link. His blue eyes were wide from all the wisdom he'd accrued from the many books he'd devoured throughout his studies. His glasses slid down his nose. With a nudge from his fingers, he pushed them upward, focusing his gaze on Link.

"I think it is credible to believe the Oocca played a part in the formation of Hyrule, or at least its government. The sky beings are often discredited for their contributions. "

From behind Shad, you continued to graze at the bar, stifling a yawn.

You caught a glimpse of Link's head beginning to dip, his eyes fighting against sleep. You knocked over your glass from the bar. It shattered against the floor, disturbing the pillow prince from his table slumber. His eyes settled on the broken glass by your feet, unamused.

"Oh, how clumsy of me!" Your glossy eyelashes batted with contrived innocence at the annoyed bartender.

Shad cleared his throat. " As I was saying, Link, you met the Oocca; tell me what is your thought process? How did the ancient beings of the sky shape the Hyrule we know? I'd love a thesis statement from you."

He sighed at yet another dud of a date sitting across from him. "Shad, while I find our conversation riveting, I'm actually waiting on a date. Could we continue some other time?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Forgive me, Link, but I am your date. I suppose I just got a little too intellectually stimulated." A coquettish wink fluttered over Shad's right eye. Link grabbed his water, guzzling it.

He wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand, peering at you. He discreetly began to shake his fist at you from beneath the table. You knew then that not even Hylia's protection would be enough if you encountered wolf link again.

You avoided Link's silent threats, noticing a flash of sunlight from the tavern door opening and illuminating the dim bar. Hena stepped inside, her waders dripping wet from whatever fishing exhibition she had just embarked on.

She walked over toward Link's table, unclipping them and letting them fall to the ground in a soggy pile.

He groaned. "Don't tell me..."

"Hi Link! Sorry, I didn't have time to dry off for the date!" She grabbed a soaked, brown tendril of hair from beneath her bucket hat, tucking it back under. "I see you already have a guest."

Shad stood, grabbing another chair for Hena. "Please join us. We were just having an open discussion about the Oocca."

Telma glided by with a tray balanced on her palm. "Just so ya'll know, sugar ain't lookin' for lovin' serious inquiries only." She let out a hearty chortle as she slammed some mugs onto the table.

Shad turned toward Link. "Link, what does she mean by that? Why did you ask for a date then?"

Hena chimed in. "Should I not be here? I just thought you were kind of cute, and you're a pretty good fisherman. The worst that could happen is that I gain a fishing buddy."

Agitha strolled over, hugging her box of pet roaches. "Well, it looks like I won't have a bug buddy. I've decided Link is overrated anyway." She grabbed the skin beneath her eye, tugging it downward in Link's direction.

"He doesn't seem invested in our conversation." Shad agreed.

"And he doesn't want sex." Telma breathed down the back of his neck.

"Does he even want to be on these dates with us? Do you even know what you want, Link?" Hena questioned.

From across the room, you noticed Link grow flustered as he was bombarded by the fatal four known as Telma, Agitha, Shad, and Hena. You got up, ready to come to his aid, until you noticed another person join the free for all for Link's heart.

"He's looking for love." Princess Zelda stood behind Link; a soldier fastened to each of her sides. "Guards." With a knowing look, they scattered to the corners of the bar to keep watch without invading the princess's space.

"Always nice for you to visit, Princess. I'll be back with some refreshments." Telma put her head down, staggering away with her empty tray.

Shad pushed his chair out, greeting her with a curt bow. "Yes, I must take my leave also. Your majesty."

"You look very pretty today, Princess Zelda. As always." Agitha chirped. "I'm going to just go play with these outside. Ahem." Link's skin prickled beneath his tunic, listening to the sounds of the roaches crawling in the box. She turned toward him, once again tugging the skin beneath her eye downward and poking her tongue out at him before skipping off.

Hena got up, grabbing her wet waders from the floor. She followed Shad's example, providing a bow of reverence. "Your highness. I hope the fish distribution has been to your liking. Your presence has reminded me I should probably head back to the lake."

Everyone had scattered like mice running from a light being turned on. That was one definitive perk of being a royal. Zelda took a seat across from Link.

"Did Y/N convince you to date me too?"

She repressed a smile. "A date? No, I'm afraid I'm here on business. Is Y/N present? I'm still waiting on an update from her research. That crowd was here to date you?"

You observed from afar. A different version of her highness sat on that wobbly bar chair. Her usual rigid posture was now relaxed in the form of slouched pauldrons. Her crossed leg bobbed beneath her dress. She threw her head back, laughing.

What caught you by surprise even more was Link, who was also laughing.

Could it be? You found the one who would cure his curse?

Their lips seemed to move with such velocity. Conversation flowed with the harmonious force of water bustling through a reservoir. With each bursting laugh from their table, your chest tightened.  The air in the bar became stale. A pulsating migraine above your left eye made itself known. You slipped through the random bodies littered around the tavern, escaping outside.

The job was done.

But now there appears to be a new job for you to complete.

And that would be nursing your broken heart.

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The moon played a melody with each beam that strummed against the ruffled surface of the Ordon spring.

You stared at it, your thoughts jumbled, and your heart empty. Why had you allowed yourself to get so close to him? This pain was inevitable, and as far as you were concerned, you deserved it.

A thought came to you then. If this spring could heal, did that also apply to broken hearts?

You ripped your clothes off, leaving nothing but your bra and panties. You heard a bush rustle, your breath tight in your throat. Only this time, it was actually a squirrel.

You wandered into the spring; its tepid temperature was perfect for you to float in a meditative trance.

You tried to focus on your breathing. But every time you erased a thought of Link, two more of him with Zelda would pop up. You could feel the same putrid acid flare in your throat and trickle into your mouth.

Ok, so the spring couldn't heal broken hearts. Noted. You flipped over onto your stomach and submerged yourself in the water, reemerging with a gasp.

"Y/N?"

You splashed with a scare. You rubbed the water droplets from your eyes as you saw Link watching you, baffled.

"Link! What are you doing? Why are you not with Zelda??" You slapped the water and created a miniature tidal wave that slammed into him.

"You went swimming and didn't invite me? After everything you put me through?" Link pulled his tunic off, flinging it off into the distance. He continued to undress.

You splashed around like a panicked duckling who couldn't swim. "What are you doing?" You squawked.

"Going swimming. Obviously." His gambeson and chainmail were in rumpled piles by his feet. He plopped down and began to pull his boots off. You turned away before you saw him remove his pants. But not before allowing yourself a brief glimpse of his gracious muscles, which you first noticed when you met. Then you felt a tsunami of water crash into you as Link cannonballed into the spring.

"Link." You assaulted him with a series of angry splashes. "You didn't answer me! Why are you not with Zelda?"

Link broke through the spring beside you, wiping water from his face. "Why would I be? And why did you leave without a single word?" He gave you a weak counter splash back.

"I did my job."

"Ah, so I'm just a job to you?" Link floated closer.

"No, what I meant to say was-"

"And even if I'm just some 'job', you failed to even do it right." He kept his lips hidden beneath the water as he now floated in front of you. His eyes and their reflection examined you. Your despondency was more transparent than the water of the spring.

"I thought maybe Zelda was the one."

"What brought you to that conclusion?"

You didn't speak. You knew anything you would respond with would sound foolish. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"I'm waiting."

"It's just, you both look good together." You felt your eyes become unrestrained in their blinking of tears.

"Just because people look good together doesn't mean they feel good together. Is that your only deduction as to why you thought Zelda was the one?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, Link. My job was to help you break the curse." You countered in a tone that was a tad bit defensive. You caught something floating in the water behind Link that stole your breath.

There beneath the moon was a fluffy, gray-coated tail. It swished back and forth behind him.

"Link!" You began to flounder in the spring. "Why did you come here knowing you would transform?"

The slight protruding canine dropped lower, sharp against his bottom lip. He began to hunch over, his hands on his abdomen. "You had one job, Y/N. Now it looks like I'll have to do the work." He glowered.

"Link, I'm so sorry that I failed you." He lifted his hands onto your cheeks; the backs of them had spiny gray hairs prickling through the follicles.

"You didn't fail. You just forgot to give me the final date."

Both of your chins floated above the surface of the spring. You couldn't tear your eyes from the sharp teeth adorning the curl of his snarling lips.

But beneath it all, you saw Link's gentle eyes still holding onto you. He was still holding on.

"What final date?" You were puzzled.

He lunged forward, his nails slightly digging into your cheeks as he brought your face into his.

You began to scream.

Only for the feeling of hard lips to silence you. Your hands rested on his chest, slapping him away from your perceived attack. With a final thump of your fist against his chest, you surrendered. You took your arm, wrapping it around his waist, your eyes opening when you realized you didn't feel the tail that was behind him.

Link's eyes remained closed, soaking up the taste of you. You felt a warm trickle of something run down your chin. When you looked down, you realized his canine had punctured your bottom lip. You reached your tongue across his teeth, a hankering to feel them possessed you.

The canines had vanished.

He lowered his hands from your cheeks, gliding down your neck and shoulders, until they found your hips. He held you in place, still not breaking the kiss.

You trailed your fingers down his chest and laid your one hand on top of his.

The fur that had broken through his skin was now gone.

He wasn't going to transform. He wasn't going to become the beast of Twilight.

So then, did that mean that you were the one?

Link finally broke the kiss, and you both parted, gasping for air. A smirk that disappeared into his cheeks appeared. "I told you there was no reason for all that torture."

You grappled him in your arms, holding onto his neck and burying your face into him. "So do you still think Zelda is the one?" It wasn't really a question, but a dare.

He let his hands flow up your curves until they rested in the middle of your back, pinning you further against him.

"You're cured." You murmured into the base of his neck.

He grabbed your chin again, raising your face toward his once more.

"Almost." He lapped at your chin with a few strokes of his tongue.

"What are you-"

He gave you an impish grin. "There was blood in your teeth."

You investigated your teeth with your tongue, stopping when you felt a sharp poke from your canine against its tip. Link danced his fingers up the side of your face, sliding them behind your ear and gently scratching it.

Beneath the spring, your foot twitched.

Edited:11/16/2023

[bonefall]

decided to try my hand at some oc clanmew translations because i think it's fun :3c i have more but here are the ones that are either my favorites character-wise or took some thought!

STAR HIVESWARM - shai ffawsbabfsfsafen

star bee-home swarmed. there's no word for a hive in term of bugs, so i just shoved ffaws with the first part of babipanna to make hive. She's called hiveswarm because her gray ticked fur looks like a swarm of bugs and she was overwhelmed with many things as a warrior and deputy, swarmed with them

ISOPODSPOTS- booiwoowoo

rollypolly-spotting. Isopodspots is white with black spotting like a dairy cow isopod! He's in star hive's clan, which has an abundance of bug names

booiwoowoo is really fun to say.

BLUEFLOWER - luparponma

blue flower... hers is very simple but i like her. she was named for her blue eyes, bluish grey parts of her dilute calico patterning, and for her knowledge of medical flowers as a medicine cat. If her clan knew what lotuses were she'd be bluelotus (blue water-flower?) instead. a very straightforward name, but as a character she's far from straightforward!

STAR BREEZESONG - shai hraa'ahwuosoon.

star breeze wind-whistling. i would have used the singing verb, but I thought the hypothetical literal "song" the wind sings would be fitting for her name instead. she wasn't named breezesong for any super specific reason in particular but i imagine she may have been born on a particularly windy day, or maybe her fur flows in a specific way akin to a breeze

HOUNDSNIPE - bayaokikaboohafefyl

large hound-wader-bird. her name is a joke about guns since the character she's based on uses guns as her main weapon, but uses the name of a wading bird! as for why the hound prefix... she looks somewhat doglike, being large with black and white markings and having huge paws, teeth and distinctively pointed ears. she's breezesong's sister. breezesong looks like a normal cat

JUNGLEHOPE - papayaogshaba

steady rain-forest-prayer. jungles and rainforests would probably be synonymous to warrior cats since they don't know a lot about em, and i'd imagine a prayer to starclan is similar to hoping!

SPLINTERFLOOD - boekarkworrl

a lot-broken piece-flood. the clanmew word for splinter, as in the piece of wood or thorn that gets stuck in your paw pad, isn't what i imagined for splinterflood's name. splinter as in the verb, splinter as in breaking into many small pieces. he's flooded by the splinters in his namesake, parts of himself. his old name was floodheart, but he changed it to splinterflood, then eventually splinterheart again. (worrlbabun, boekarkbabun) he's indecisive and also very dramatic, almost like cat the shakespeare

MOTHFLARE - ffyyfyn

moth-flame, her name is an honor title! she survived major burns as an apprentice from a forest fire that occurred during a battle with a warring clan, and when she recovered she was granted her honor title. she's also a sorta charcoal black color, with long fur that wisps like a flame

ffyyfyn is a very nice coincidence of a name. it's very pleasant sounding

very nervous to send this but who cares i'm having fun it's clanmew time. i love better bones it's super cool

No need to be nervous! These names are all great! Booiwoowoo my beloved!

I'm going to give you words for homes that insects construct. I AM GOING TO BE POSTING IMAGES BELOW THE CUT. So here's a Trypophobia warning!

There's BEES down there, and SPIDERS, and HOLES. And weird plant tumor things called galls. Basically, bugs are adorable but they are also horrorshows who bend nature to their little leggy whims.

A home that an insect constructs is a Kin. Kin is also a word with many meanings in Clanmew. It can mean...

An insect's home

A clay pot with only a small opening

A strange object

A belonging of someone, especially an object that has special value to that person; a prized possession

A hole with a biting animal in it

Something that someone will fight you for; something you may have to fight to keep

There's a LOT of words for specific Kin.

Large, flat web = Yyb

Cobweb = Feep

Gall/Bauble = Kichaw

Honeycomb = Mlogur

Hive = Skib

Anthill = Shein

Yellow Meadow Anthill = Eebo

Large, flat webs = Yyb

The sorts of webs made by orbweavers, hanging straight downwards. Big, strong, and sticky. Word can also mean that something is vertical-- perpendicular to the ground.

Cobweb = Feep

NOT made of dust. Cobwebs are formed first by cob spiders, and then dust can settle on them in a house after they've been abandoned, damaging them beyond use.

In Clanmew, a cobweb is a fuzzy, 3D web with an odd structure. It can describe any spiderweb that doesn't have the "classic" flat shape, like the webs you may see in your cellar or the corner of your house.

Gall/Bauble = Kissaw

These are ALL galls that Clan cats can find on oak trees alone. They're specialized growths that certain types of wasps and flies can force the tree to grow into, to protect and feed a larvae before it pupates.

The word can mean gall, or it can refer to any interesting little natural object or adornment. Clan cats also can't always tell these apart from blights, chawb, so the word tends to be applied to useful galls (ink can be made from one type) or ones that are particularly interesting.

Honeycomb = Mlogur

SPECIFICALLY the hives of honeybees. Cartoons lie to you; honeybees do not create the grayish, papery hives that wasps and hornets do. A mlogur is yellow, droopy, and sometimes drips with honey.

And they're VERY important. Honey is one of the best natural antiseptics in the entire world, INVALUABLE for treating wounds. The wax can also be repurposed into all sorts of useful things, and even the larvae can be eaten.

Hive = Skib

EXACTLY what you usually imagine when you hear 'hive.' A nest of stinging bees, wasps, and hornets; but NOT honeybees.

Dangerous and useless. Clan cats avoid these at all costs; nothing good comes from messing with them.

Anthill = Shein

The hilly, bare structures that 3/4 of the ant species they encounter create.

Yellow Meadow Anthill = Eebo

A term mostly used by WindClan! At first glance, one may think these are strange little natural landmarks, but in reality, they're actually colonies of yellow meadow ants. After they build their homes, grass comes up to cover the structure.

Sometimes WindClan apprentices like to play hopping games with these, seeing how many they can successfully bounce over without stopping.

[rosieathearthside]

~*Our...Darling Siblings.*~ (Reupload from Wattpad!)

...I suppose it would be easiest to start with the elephant in the room. 

Or, rather, in the Kingdom. Basil Auralius Bareroot. How does one speak the 20-year-old's name without a shiver of terror- of sheer rage- speeding down one's spine? He is the definition of a wall-skirter; he is a water-wader to avoid at all costs.  This is why Kinoko Kingdom, though she hasn't a single relevant charge against him, closes her ears when she hears his rambling whispers. Why she greets him with a sneer when those eyes- those deadly curious eyes- happen to look towards her castle.  Just look at him, children! Heed not his thoughts of treason. I assure you, good people...one of these lovely days...he will be revealed.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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"Dang...wait, he doesn't even look-"

𝕾𝖍𝖍! 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊.

...Well. Okay, then. 

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And then, there's his sister. Estera Catherine Bareroot. 

One wouldn't think it, but despite her...unfortunate lineage, she is actually the prime example of a perfect Kinoko adolescent. Her attitude towards the kingdom is profoundly wondrous, her grades have been exemplary ever since childhood...everything about her demeanour is wonderful. No surprise there, really; her parents- Dyana and Noah- were sure to tighten their iron fist once Basil was old enough to leave the house. Now, at the ripe age of 16, she is blossoming like never before. 

But...well. There is still something a tad strange about her. Sometimes, if one happens to glance at her during class at Upper Kinoko Prep...one can see the deepest of sadnesses behind her eyes. 

Ah...some roots run quite deep, do they not? But it is inconsequential in the end- after all, once Estera becomes a legal adult, she will be able to truly reap the rewards of her harvest. 

Then, all traces of sorrow will surely leave her eyes. 

Such is the blessing for those with a strong dogma, a faith devout and everlasting. 

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So...yeah! These are the main protagonists of my DSMP fic. Don't worry, they're fine...completely fine.

This was drawn traditionally, and considering that 75% of all this was done in the dead of night, I'm pretty freakin' happy with how they turned out. (This was actually my first time ever drawing out Basil, too, so that's even better!!)

I do have one or two sketches of Estera from the past, so I'll go ahead and post the most recent/lore-accurate version of her here: 

(Yes, she is indeed capable of smiling. Not gonna lie, it took a hot minute to figure out how to make her look sane in that first drawing. Seriously, those rough drafts of eyes bordered on psychopathic. XD) 

Thanks so much for viewing, guys, and remember to never put popsicles in your coffee!!

With Platonic <3,

Ros!e