#ic. a plan that it's playing itself out perfectly

[repulsiveliquidation]

Melted Ice Cream || Leah Williamson and Alexia Putellas

warnings : smut 18+, cunnilingus, food play, fingering, Daddy Alexia. player on player, reader only mentioned.

Based on the poem ‘Melting Ice Cream’ by Michael Faudet in his book ‘Playing with Matches."

orgy spinoff. Should I continue the orgy and work on the last part? 

“Could you get the door, love?” you yell from the kitchen, basting a steak that was seconds away from medium rare. Leah rushes to the front door, heart pounding in her chest. She’s been waiting weeks for this date and she’s over the moon the special day is finally here. 

Leah opens the heavy door and rushes at the person that stood behind it. Strong arms wrap around her middle and lift her off the ground, stepping into the delicious smelling house. 

“Ale, finally,” Leah sighs into Alexia’s neck, feet touching the ground again. 

“Hi amor, missed me that much eh?” Alexia teases, pecking Leah on the lips. Leah rolls her eyes and scoffs, taking Alexia’s bag into the master bedroom. The Spaniard searches for the kitchen, following the scent of butter browning and rosemary burning. 

The figure slicing away at cucumbers doesn’t hear or see the guest she has in her home, occupied with her cooking the perfect meal for her newest lover. 

“You’re realistically the only thing I’m hungry for tonight,” Alexia says cheesily as her arms snake around your middle. You’re startled but relax into her arms, leaning back into her chest as her lips leave little kisses on the shell of your ear. 

“I’m sure Leah’s got something planned that should whet your appetite,” you quip, turning around in her arms. She looks down at you proudly, leaning in for a kiss. 

It’s searing and full of lust, lips molding into each other perfectly. You both get lost in each other when someone clears their throat. 

“I’m beginning to feel very left out here, Ale.” 

“I’m sorry darling,” Alexia pulls away from you and saunters over to Leah. “Can I show you how much I've missed you?”

“Baby?” you ask, reaching into the cupboard to pull out your mandolin. 

“Yeah?” Both of them answer and it sends them into a fit of giggles, leaving you shaking your head at your silly girls. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes, angels. Not a minute more.” 

“That’s plenty,” Alexia says, taking Leah’s hand. “Come on, we’ve got time to kill.” 

Alexia leaves the door wide open, picking Leah up and throwing her onto the fluffy bed. Alexia notices the array of toys laid out on the nightstand, along with a strap that looked appealing but would have to wait till later. 

“Wait here.” 

Leah looks up at the Spaniard and nods, getting comfortable on the bed. Alexia goes back into the kitchen and rummages through the freezer for something; you hear a bowl and silverware but decide to pay no mind, the asparagus in front of you wasn’t going to blanch itself. 

Alexia comes back into the room and Leah’s eyes narrow when she sees the bowl in her hands. 

“What’s that? I swear if you’ve brought me in here to share the soup she’s made I’ll shove you back on a plane to Spain.” 

“No,” Alexia smirks, setting it on the bed. “Strip.” 

Leah is still understandably skeptical but does as she says, pulling the Barça jersey (which she secretly wore only in the house) off over her head. Leah arches off the bed and pushes her gym shorts off, legs spreading wide open for her girlfriend whose eyes turned dark. 

“Good girl mommy,” Alexia praises, standing at the edge of the bed. She takes a spoon of whatever was in the bowl and eats it, before leaning over Leah and kissing her. 

“Mmh,” Leah moans, swapping the cold dollop of ice-cream between their mouths. The sticky sweet vanilla ice-cream melted and made their kiss sweeter than it already was, leaving them wanting more. 

“That was so hot,” Leah whispers, watching eagerly as Alexia feeds herself more of the sweet treat. 

Alexia smashes her lips onto her lovers again, now climbing onto the bed. One hand holds herself above Leah while the other makes itself busy between Leah’s legs. 

Alexia feels Leah’s arousal spike, folds sticky and warm like their mouths were as the ice cream was swallowed. The ceramic bowl didn’t hold its temperature well, so there was melted ice cream around the scoop. Alexia, feeling a light go off in her brain, gathers a spoonful of it and drizzles it all over Leah’s chest. 

“Oops,” Alexia teases, watching as Leah’s skin prickles with goosebumps. “Guess I’ll have to clean up this mess I made.” 

“Yeah, you s–should,” Leah whines, head tilted down to watch Alexia lick up her mess. 

Alexia kisses Leah all over her chest, marking her with hickeys. She drags her tongue through the ice cream, sucking up the pearly white mess. 

“You taste so good, bebita,” Alexia praises, suckling on Leah’s breast. She kneads the other gently, flicking her tongue over the hard nipple. Alexia reaches for more ice cream, taking Leah’s breast back into her mouth to play with. 

Leah writhes and whines, lips begging for Alexia to touch her where she needs. 

“Please Ale, lower…need you lower…” 

“Ale?” 

Leah’s brain short circuits and she sputters, feeling Alexia’s fingers go back to her clit. 

“Daddy, please…” 

“That’s better,” Alexia praises, fingers rubbing Leah’s clit faster. Her free hand slaps Leah’s breast hard which sends painful pleasure through the England skipper, her clit throbbing harder and harder. Alexia could feel it and it stroked her ego more than she dared to admit. 

“Tell Daddy where you want it mi vida,” Alexia coos, fingers teasing Leah’s entrance. “Hurry baby, we don’t have much time sí?” 

“I–In my pussy Daddy, hurts…” Leah whined, back arching off the bed as Alexia’s thick fingers slipped into her pussy. She lets out a deep sigh and chuckles deliriously, hips grinding down onto Alexia’s fingers. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me no?” 

“Yes Daddy, only for Daddy,” 

“Oh? You’re not good for her too?” Alexia teases, fingers pressing hard on Leah’s sweet spot. Her other hand presses down on Leah’s hips and holds her down, the captain squirming in her hold. 

“I am! Good for you both,” Leah whimpers, eyes rolling back into her head when Alexia finger fucks her hard all of a sudden. The Spaniard smirks and pumps her fingers into her lover faster, watching as the skipper falls apart.

Alexia stops, taking the last bit of cold ice cream into her mouth before turning her attention back to Leah. Without warning, Alexia shoves her fingers back into Leah, a third slipping in alongside the other two that were pruning from how wet Leah was. 

“Alexia!” Leah screams when Alexia suckles on her clit. The cold contrast of her mouth and the heat from all the blood that flooded her core was too much for Leah and she is sent head first into the most mind numbing orgasm she’s had in a while. 

Leah’s thighs shake, her body jolts and her hands grip Alexia’s hair hard. She begs and begs for Alexia to stop but she doesn't until everything has been taste tested first. 

“The ice cream only made you tastier darling, remind me to bring sprinkles next time,” Alexia grins, licking her lips. Leah laid there starstruck, desperately trying to wrap her head around what she just experienced. 

“Girls! Dinner’s ready!” 

“Coming!” 

Alexia helps Leah clean up quickly, helping her throw her Barça jersey back on. 

“How much did she pay you to wear that?” 

“There were a lot of zeroes.” 

[quintinh43]

All My Heart | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn has been off the ice for two weeks, and he isn't dealing with it well.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety/panic (attack?), general questioning of existence. Feelings, Angst, the whole roster basically.

Notes: yall please be careful reading this one! I did not mean for it to go the way it did but here we are. Please please please keep the warnings in mind, and if ever you need to stop reading please do. Take care of yourselves first loves. More notes at the end!

Wc: 1.6 k

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Quinn felt like he was going insane. He'd been off the ice for two weeks due to an upper body injury, and it felt as if the restlessness had buried itself beneath his bones. He currently lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes and a mind that wouldn't relax.

His foot shook incessantly beneath the blanket as he tried to fall asleep, but the thoughts kept whirling. He had been having trouble sleeping since he'd been benched. The constant string of anxious thoughts preventing his mind from quieting down enough for him to slip into a blissful sleep.

"Quinn." You grumble, voice laced with sleepiness. His constant foot shaking had been pulling you in and out of sleep since the two of you had settled down for the night. But you had kept quiet in the hopes that he would be able to fall asleep eventually.

"I'm sorry," Quinn whispers sheepishly, his fingers start drawing soothing circles into your waist, from where his arm is wrapped around you. "I didn't mean to wake you," he murmers, pressing his lips against your hair in a gentle kiss.

"It's alright, love. But can you please please stop shaking your foot?" You mutter, still half asleep.

"Yeah, sorry baby," he murmers sheepishly. He stills his foot, and somehow, the thoughts become ten times more intense. He's going on a full week with a total of maybe four hours of sleep. It's fucking hell. He's been getting snappy during the day. Although you mostly leave it be, because he usually apologizes right after, and you know he doesn't mean when he says it, and it's just his anxiety about not being able to play.

Deciding that there is no use in trying to sleep, he waits until your breathing evens out into a quiet snore before untangling himself from you and slipping out of the bedroom quietly. Quinn finds himself in the kitchen, with no plan on what to do. It's nearly three in the morning.

He settles onto the floor in favour of stretching. Hoping that it will help calm him at least enough so that he's no longer obscenely jittery. Unfortunately, it does nothing useful for him. His next idea is to watch a movie. Maybe something stupid and mind-numbing will put him to sleep.

He makes himself a cup of chamomile tea and sinks into the couch, turning on the first Despicable Me movie. It's perfectly stupid enough to get him no longer thinking about hockey. Except, then there's a freeze-ray. And then Vector's in-house shark aquarium is reminding him of the Canucks.

He pauses the movie and puts down his empty mug on the coffee table with such a deep sigh. It feels as though his bones are rattling. He presses his palms to his eyes in desperation, wishing oh so terribly that he could be skating and playing hockey. He feels chained, having not been allowed on the ice for so long.

His second home, his freedom. Where it feels like he's flying. Where he feels invincible, like he can do anything. Quinn springs up from the couch, and he's pacing. He paces around the living room with such fervor that he might wear a hole into the floor.

He needs to get on the ice. Now. Or he's going to rip his hair out. And then, on top of being injured, he'll also be bald. Which would be the second worst thing to ever happen to him. The first being the fact that he hasn't been allowed on the ice for two full weeks.

With no coherent plan, he creeps around the apartment, throwing his skating equipment in a spare duffle bag. He's grabbing his car keys and slipping on his shoes when the bedroom door opens with a creek.

"Quinn?" Your voice is tired and confused. You're hugging your arms around your body to protect yourself from the chill of the apartment.

Quinn looks like a deer caught in headlights. His hair is sticking up in every which direction, his eyes are red from exhaustion, and his eyebags are so so dark. He's wearing two different shoes, and for fucks sake he's not even wearing a shirt.

You amble over to him cautiously, gently tugging the duffle bag from his hand. You can see the blades of his skates sticking out of the bag. "Baby, what are you doing?" Your eyes dart over to the time on the microwave. It's 3:47 am.

"Y/n" he breathes, it's desperate and pleading, and all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and take away all his pain and worries. "I need to go- I need to get out. I'm going insane." He whispers. There's a tremor in his hands as he runs them through his hair.

"Ok, my love, we're gonna go. Let's go put on some proper clothes first." You say lacing your fingers with his and tugging him towards the bedroom. He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. Like he needs the physical reminder that you're with him. Otherwise, you'll disappear.

You successfully coax him into a hoodie and a touqe and pull a pair of sweatpants and one of Quinn's hoodies over your (his) t-shirt. Making sure Quinn is wearing the correct set of shoes, you grab the keys off the hook, sling his duffle bag over your shoulder, and grab his hand. As soon as your hands are linked again, his grip is tight. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You throw his bag in the back seat and slide into the driver's side while Quinn slips into the passenger seat. As soon as he can, he grabs your hand again. You hold your intertwined hands tucked under your chin while you drive.

"Talk to me, Quinn," you murmur softly, stroking your thumb over the back of his knuckles.

Quinn sighs shakily. He wants to talk to you. He really does. But he's so used to burying everything down, to not be a burden. He's the oldest. He's supposed to be the leader, the strong one. He knows in his heart that if there's anyone he can talk to, it's you. You don't push. You know he'll talk when he's ready.

His leg is bouncing, and he's running his hand through his hair nervously as he formulates his thoughts into coherent sentences. "I feel like i'm going insane," he mutters. "i need - i need to get on the ice. It's my freedom. I feel chained to existence because I haven't been able to skate for so long."

Your heart breaks for him as you squeeze his hand, letting him know that you're listening.

"I'm sorry, that doesn't make any sense," he sighs.

"No baby, it does, I get what you're saying," you say softly.

"It's like, I'm being punished for something. Am I a bad person?" His voice is cracking, and if you thought it impossible for your heart to break further, you were just proven wrong.

"No, Quinn, you aren't a bad person. Injuries are inevitable. You didn't do anything to deserve this. I promise you, my love." You kiss the back of his hand, hoping that your lips can pour all your love and reassurance into him.

"Where are we going?" Quinn asks, squinting curiously at the rapidly passing treeline. You had exited onto the highway a little bit ago, with no plan or intention.

You shrug your shoulders, "No idea, I'm just driving."

Guilt washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. He tugs his hand from yours and covers his face, with embarrassment and exasperation at himself. He sighs into his hands, and all of a sudden, the emotions are too much again.

"Quinn?" You glance at him with concern. He's breathing deeply, trying to keep the anxiety from spiking again.

"I'm so sorry, I woke you up and dragged out at such an ungodly hour. And fuck- you have work in the morning. Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -" he sounds like he's on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Quinn, baby, look at me." Your voice is so gentle as you wrap your hand around his wrist and tug it away from his face, "You are the most important thing to me. Forever and always, especially especially right now. Please, please, please, don't beat yourself up about it. I would drop everything for you in a heartbeat, my love."

His breathing is still shallow. You rest his hand on your chest and take deep, slow breaths. "Copy my breathing, Quinn."

It takes a minute for his breathing to match yours, "Good job Honey" you smile, keeping his hand pressed against your chest.

"Can we go home?" He whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Of course, baby, whatever you want." You take the next exit and head in the direction of your shared apartment. The drive is mostly silent, only the sounds of deep breathing and the occasional shuddering sigh fill the car.

As soon as you're back in the apartment, Quinn is pulling off his hoodie and toque, "I need you to lay on top of me," Quinn all but begs.

"Alright, lay down wherever you want." You say, stripping if your own hoodie and sweats. He lays on the floor. The bed is too soft. He can't handle the sinking feeling. You lay directly on top of him, and he let's out a relieved sigh, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Love you so much, Y/n," he murmers into your cheek.

"I love you too, Quinn, with all my heart," you say gently, stroking his hair soothingly. He falls asleep within half an hour, and you pass out right after him.

And when the two of you wake up, if you take him skating. Well, that's no one's business but your own.

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I know I said I probably wasn't gonna post for like a week and a half cause of school, but the inspiration hit, and I wrote this in like... an hour. So if it's really bad, well...

And just cause I haven't said it before, everything I write is purely fictional! I don't know how the hughes act in real life! I am simply writing them as characters.

I might end up taking this one down, so...

Anyways. Please take care of yourselves, yall. Leave comments! And as always, Love Soph.

[kineticpenguin]

At my most cynical, I'd say the Democrat's apparent lack of a plan is the plan.

Once Ruth Bader-Ginsburg died, it should've been perfectly obvious what was coming down the pipe. The Democrat response was to wait until Roe v Wade was struck down and then act surprised.

Why? Surely they're not that incompetent. Maybe it's because they knew that ending Roe would make Republicans the dog that caught the car. The GOP is busy tearing itself apart not just over loyalty to Trump, but now also about how hard abortion should be banned, if at all. Oh, a 10-year-old rape victim had to travel out of state to get an abortion? Guess she should've thought of that and voted for Hillary in 2016. We hope you've learned your lesson, plebs.

Good ol' tough-on-crime Blue Dog Joe Biden is too old to give a shit about reelection. He's already got what he wants: "President" on his tombstone. He has been ignoring the polls because if he loses, he goes home to spend his final days eating ice cream and petting his dogs. The worst thing his constituents could do to him is re-elect him and make him do the job for another four years or right up until he croaks, whichever comes first. He cannot be pushed to the left because nobody has any leverage against him. This leaves him perfectly free to engage in his one remaining, true political passion: Genociding anyone the Israelis don't like.

This behavior is acceptable to Democrat party leadership because they are convinced that Trump cannot win the election, and even if he does, then we go through another cycle of the American people being punished for their disloyalty with more disastrous Republican policy. Playing the long game, they are confident that in the unlikely event of a 2024 loss, by 2028 their constituents will be chastened and come back to vote blue no matter who.

[sugudoe]

hiihi!!! saw ur most recent and immediately followed and decided to send in an ask for a jjk matchup!! (^з^)-☆

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characteristics

academic and athletic (figure skating + track)

a bit awkward and quiet at first but definitely loud with close friends!

my mbti is intp

pisces ♓️

i love to stay in and read, play video games, listen to music, and draw

highkey a nerd when it comes to certain things like history or whatnot

such a physical touch love language person but i also love to gift give 🎶 gift giving is such a big thing for me

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i hope this is good！ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ i plan to maybe in the future to ask for a mood board… hehe but thank you! have an amazing day/night! ♡

hello! i will love to make your moodboard, and you seem so adorable 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: inumaki toge

When Inumaki Toge first saw you, he was a bit mesmerized, a bit scared. After all, you were using the train grounds as an ice rink — in the middle of summer. That was the day he learned of you, a new student with a powerful technique, it was hard for him to not fall.

Your first interaction started weird: he speaks in ingredients, you barely speak at all, but against all odds of tongues and social anxieties, you both persisted. Your awkwardness that presented itself intensely with him, soon went away, and Toge couldn’t be any happier — you went on a rampage of talking loud enough for his ears to hurt, but he dare not to contain your excitement.

If your relationship could be described in any way was that the need of talking during dates was out the door, barely knowledge by you both. He taught you sign language before the two of your started dating, so if anything you send him some signs (or texts with many emojis) but all the two of you need is the other to comprehend — is Toge’s mannerisms that speak with you, is your eyes and hands that tell him everything.

It’s weird for everyone else, but so perfectly pretty for the two of you.

Sometimes, in your separates rooms, you both play videogames together. Like “It Takes Two”, and it’s the first time your heard your boyfriend screaming annoyed, and a second later laughing. How sweet he sounds, you sprinted all the way to him to smooch the boy a lot, he easily accepting.

There are the occasions where you are tired and decides to be in his room, your favorite songs in the background, staring at his concentrated face playing a game, he turns your way every minutes to send you a perfect smile and caress to your legs. Oh, how easily it is for him to melt someone with an ice power.

That’s the day you start to draw him, like it was always meant to be for your fingers to trace his minimal details, engraved in your mind. He loves to catch you drawing, not knowing he is your muse, but soon as he see a glimpse of his cursed mark on your art he gets your book, avoiding your timid self and running away, eyes glued to the page, heart beating faster.

He loves you, Toge loves you so much, and he adores how you love him as well.

You reach him by freezing his ankles, and with an angry pout you stare at him, but his eyes are burning into yours with total admiration.

“I love you.” He says. There is no cursed effect to his words, you still cry and lunge at him, repeating it over and over.

Inumaki speaks in love, you kiss him in return, that’s your relationship.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· he tested with a scared yuta and a unwilling panda some words to use with you after the “I love you.” Your name has no effect, and he loves to use it as well.

◛ ₊· Whenever you two fight, if he feels you are less stressed he tells you “c’mere” so you can hug him — he knows you want.

◛ ₊· Toge buys all the game skins you want and cute ones to match his weird ones.

◛ ₊· He loves to get you out from time to time, to places where you can be a total nerd. like museums, his eyes should focus on what’s on display but your happy voice always drawn him in.

[ratherembarrassing]

2025: weeks 1 + 2

starting the year off as we ended the last one: well behind on every measure!

right off the bat: the wee hours of new year's day. henny and fairy floss and chappell roan playing quietly in the background. a perfect start.

first brunch of the year: my kingdom for a horse (whitemore square, adelaide). it's gonna be the year of the waffle.

unicorn slime: the gift for a seven year old.

eight? hours in a steamy car: the fires in the grampians were forecast to kick off again, so my very brief jaunt to adelaide was over. it was hot. my stomach was angry. there was nothing but errands waiting for me. i think the eight hour drive ended up taking nine and a half.

purchases that will change your life: a new kitchen knife. the dulling of a knife is like slow boiling a frog, or whatever the saying is, but there are few things as satisfying in life as a perfectly halved sandwich.

nicole kidman, save me from the sun: i have been in the market for a rashie since about 2014, but the point is that despite being absolutely paranoid about getting sunburnt, last summer i got roasted in a 3" strip across my back and i have conceded defeat by my shoulders' inability to reach that far. anyway, there is a rashie version of nicole kidman's swimmers, and now i own it and it's great.

not that i needed it: first beach of the year was hot and entirely cloudy, which is perfect beach weather as far as i'm concerned. melbourne beaches can barely be called such a thing, but they are great for floating in the water while you have a gasbag with your pals before stuffing your faces with fish and chips.

songs i shazamed (mostly) in the car: this is an annual tradition at this point, but it's literally the reason i bought an apple watch a few years ago and i haven't shared it in a few years.

oh yeah, also tv: squid game (season 1, netflix). the next item will explain why, but i did finally watch the first season a couple of days after the second season dropped. surprised by how uninteresting i found it, which maybe tells on me more than on itself.

the blood is a metaphor: maccas was running an australian-only grown up happy meal to promo squid game season 2, which included a dalgona candy that got you a ticket in the draw for either a tracksuit or $10,000. there were four shapes, and only the golden arches were for the cash. after a couple of other shapes, one of which i got out successfully, i finally got a big M in my tin. and i was prepared. i had watched s1 now. i knew what to do: i was going to lick that sucker free. within five minutes and nowhere near to releasing the shape, my tongue was bleeding. did i stop? no. did i get the shape free? yes, but it broke. i carefully shoved the pieces back together so i could trick the scanned. it worked! "congrats, enter your details below." below: this competition is now over. motherfucker.

get that one in ya: is what i would have named the place, but fluffy torpedo is also a name for a weird flavour ice cream joint. buttermilk pancakes and maple syrup flavour was exactly as described, buttered baguette was... something else, though i couldn't say what.

also, uh: let (2024, dir. alyssa loh) sonoya mizuno in the short film version of that slightly off-putting bdsm fic that exists for every single ship.

cinema!: the brutalist (2024, dir. brady corbet). every year i manage to see the best movie of the past year right out the door of the new year. the length is daunting, but the intermission entirely mitigates it. i reviewed it on letterboxd like a wanker.

sportsball, as always: i hustled my ass out of the 3.5 hour movie to get down to some ill-planned impulse purchased tickets to day one of the ao to see my girl sabalenka have a stressful one. as circumstances have eventuated, i'm now very glad i went when i did.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

🫵 pointing at you...you should tell the rest of the world about the sea otters proposal....

not the big bird level threat in my inbox first thing in the morning😭 jfndkfjdsnf hi haaaaash hope you and your one piece husbands are doing well this morning. it's time for the sea otters exposure in the form of long form yapping though 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

(oda is so sick for making these designs of ace at 40 and 60 and then never making sure he will never be using them in the canon. so fucking sick. bring my freckled husband back to life, you evil man TAT)

so for the context leading up to the proposal:

for the longest time in our lore, ace and i are actually common law spouses and don't officially tie the knot until we're 37ish

we get together when we're either 19 or 20, around 22 i break the ice and take the plunge in referring to him as my husband and we just go along with that for the rest of our pre-actually married relationship and mael accidentally comes along when we're 28 (yeah our kid was an accident ndfkjndkf) so we have a considerable amount of time just being common law spouses in our timeline

i guess during our early 20s, it just seemed impractical to get married because we were always on the sea? we're traveling across the grand line trying to live long enough to see luffy find the one piece, everyday is a new adventure with battles periodically and not to mention if we did have a wedding it would be very hard getting the certain individuals we wanted to be there physically present

when i got pregnant you would think we would have a wedding then but no our biggest priority was going back to dawn island for a few years so dadan could get to know to the kid we would we be having. and... unfortunately garp but that was ace's decision. i have a very 'if you want your grandpa around, that's your decision and i will respect it as your wife' mentality when it comes to garp because ace is a better person than me so yes garp does get to know his great granddaughter. after a few years when mael is a little older, we go back to sea and we are a happy little family of three with our larger extended found family with the whitebeard pirates, occasionally running into luffy and sabo and things like that

by the time we're about to marry, whitebeard has unfortunately passed away and ace is now the captain of the crew

the proposal itself:

i kinda just get inspired one day seeing him with our daughter and everything it took to get to that moment and i just want to put a ring on it

so obviously i have to go to my nigga wallace (which if you know anything about sea otters, he is my best friend from the spade pirates transitioned into the whitebeard pirates) and tell him the scoop because i obviously can't keep all this to myself and i need help figuring out ace's ring size. all i know for sure, is that i want to exchange vows with my best friend i've known for most of my life and i want it to be a private and intimate proposal between the two of us so i just say when we get to our next island 'hey, let's have a date night, someone on the crew can babysit'

and honestly the entire date feels very reminiscent of our time in sabaody and the feelings of nostalgia make me want to propose more than i already do. we're hitting up multiple restaurants, we're dancing as local musicians play their songs and then we're off to explore more of the natural sights before we're at some lake that's large and reflecting just about every star in the sky and laying against an oak tree like we're 10 again and back on mt corvo and that's when i know it's the moment

i probably have a whole speech planned that i ran through for weeks to make sure i would be able to recite perfectly and that shit just goes way out the window.

writing my thoughts down? i'm amazing

verbalizing it? poetic prose goes right out the window

i'm not an emotional person but i'm pretty sure i'd already be tearing up trying to even start the speech and at that point i'm just like 'fuck' on both knees like a fool and i just whip out the ring

but low and fucking behold, he pulls out a ring because plot twist he was planning on proposing too and he tries finishing what i can't but he's also got his own tears and snot running down his face, his hands are shaking and i'm trying to steady them not that i'm really helping because i'm a shaking mess too

but we do manage to pull ourselves together and exchange engagement rings

ultimately, we get the transponder snails and tell ace and sabo 'hey how long will it take for y'all to get to x location, we're getting married and we want you there'

ace has sabo and luffy both as his best men, i have mael be my maid of honor and in typical luffy fashion, he gets the entire island we're at jumping for a wedding where no local knows the bride and groom but we're all celebrating our asses off

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 10/3/2023

september was not kind but we're back with a real making section babEY and lengthy all other sections

listening

SHIFTED by Jolynn J Chin, a progressive jazz (?) piano piece that changes time signatures on every bar. i am led to understand this is a massive technical achievement but more importantly to me it sounds cool as hell. this is a little funny bc pianist friends occasionally complain that the technically challenging pieces that are fun to play aren't that fun to actually listen to. spotify

the artist uploaded an explainer video that went well over my head but i have no music theory background. i know that not every video with a lady patiently talking through a problem on a whiteboard is going to be a physics video but spiritually this is a physics video to me

how'd i find this: spotify discover weekly

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reading

lee winter's The Fixer. perfectly fine technical quality of writing but absolutely bizarre plot. there will be spoilers for this book bc i cannot talk about this book without them.

A naive activist is hired by a corporate villain but doesn’t realize it. Cue one awkward farce, a twisty puzzle, and the slowest of slow burns in this opposites-attract, ice queen romance. Nine years ago, aloof, icy Michelle Hastings chose career over love. She’s now living with that choice as she rules a secret corporation catering to the rich and powerful. Enter Eden Lawless. The guileless activist finds it a bit weird being employed by a mystery organization to bring down a corrupt mayor. But, hey, she’s up for a challenge. Much harder is getting her beautiful new boss out of her head. The pull between them is electric.

this was not the fanfic level of mean woman i prefer. this woman is a bit of a tsundere boss with some past regrets. like yeah her Company does awful shit but she herself is a very restrained sort of James Bond villain level of icy polite.

unfortunately the actual plot itself is so fucking bizarre.

one of my two concerns: the author is not Jewish but has written Michelle as such, and employed sensitivity readers. i do not know that it is in the very best of taste to have a Jewish woman as the head of a shadowy, textually evil, para-governmental organization pulling strings behind the scenes for the rich and powerful.

the other thing that really threw me is that the series of events we are concerned with, a mayoral election in small-town uhhhh maryland??? i have returned the book and cannot fact check-- seems to be a very thinly veiled rehashing of the 2016 presidential primaries. but as a mayoral campaign.

there is an obnoxious redheaded used car salesman who is running for national publicity for his used car business and writes nasty jingles about his main opponent, a very unpleasant woman who nevertheless gets things done but WAS a slumlord and DID ruin our activist Eden's life. everyone in the county is in her pocket. things are running quietly and well in town, and her platform is solar. the solar farms would take up literally all the actual farmland in the country and (spoiler) she is defeated bc the townspeople think this would be an eyesore and not actually bring that many jobs to the town. again, i stress this is a small town mayoral campaign. they are a college town but it is an EXTREMELY small lib arts college. she has the correct idea about renewables but downfall is that she personally is reprehensible and is going about renewables WRONG!!!

our main character Eden sinks this renewable energy plan bc, again, in college, legally-not-Hillary-Clinton got her dad fired from the local hospital and ran them out of town bc of Eden's protests against her slumlord activities.

then there is the objectively best candidate, a retired pediatrician in the very early stages of dementia who is sort of a puppet candidate for his wife, the actual political mind who hired the evil CEO Michelle's company through a shell company in order to sink her husband's opponent. VERY weird setup.

this was indirectly recced by a big name romance writer who would would not appreciate being tagged lol. i will not be reading the second half of this duology. too much stuff that made me go WHUH???

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watching

The Big O is a 1999 and then 2003 detective noir mecha anime. i have never wondered what batman: the animated series would look like if it went in a different retrofuturist direction and put bruce wayne in mecha, but now i have that answer.

this show looks good as fuckin hell. there are SO many dutch angles and dials and gadgets and switches. there's a cut in the first episode that doesn't translate well to screenshots, to the interior of a luxury apartment building and the water in the pool is sloshing around as mechs fight outside.

ive only seen the first three episodes but im having a marvelous fucking time. very importantly for me, there is a robot who is a child but notorious womanizer Bruce Wayne Roger Smith isn't fuckin weird about it.

how i found it: this post reblogged by @ouroborosenso ! the line "You're a louse, Roger Smith." got one short sharp bark of laughter out of me, and a bone dry sense of humor is an excellent selling point. it's available on the internet archive (dubbed but no subtitles)

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playing

im having a grand old time with g/enshin's new area. my shit did kind of get rocked with the revelation that the prisoners-- okay let's back up. the player character gets sent to prison on false charges so they can investigate something for the chief justice. backing up farther, the watery land of Fontaine runs on magic energy produced during its court trials. this incentivizes them to make the court trials full-on fucking dramatic productions with very little care for like. victims. once convicted (fontaine feels like it has a near 100% conviction rate, very much like japan) prisoners go to an underwater prison that is a more steampunk version of bioshock. these prisoners make the automated clockwork humanoid police force, as well as the automated clockwork police dogs. there is a panopticon.

the economy in the prison (cannot believe this game that wants me to spend money on anime waifus so i can watch their skirts billow teasingly in the wind while i fight big monsters also wants me to think about prison economies) anyway the economy in the prison is scrip-based. you get one free meal a day but everything else runs on scrip. apparently many people choose to stay in prison after their terms are up bc they have achieved some sort of power and stability there. says a lot about the surface world, don't it? wish we SAW literally any of that in the surface world!

i guess being very overt about drawing from a fifteen year old game is like. kosher? so many other games have drawn from bioshock, but genshin draws so heavily and frequently from Breath of the Wild that it was a little jarring to go from the last area with the cute little korok seed knockoffs and a lot of thinking about academic misconduct to somewhere with a flavor of politics i think a lot more about. as you travel throughout the land of genshin impact, you are quite involved in big diplomatic incidents and overthrowing various baddies, installing the correct people, things of this nature. i think this new land of Fontaine is the most overtly political in that literally all of your time here is spent thinking about exactly how this country's administration operates. it's not a real "hey look we've recreated the Torture Nexus" situation yet but i am curious about what sort of themes the next expansion will be chewing on. im also not quite done with the second of two giant quests that take place in the prison so stay tuned.

bonkers fucking game. wish it wasn't gambling based and didn't have to adhere so closely to chinese restrictions. wish literally ANY outlet was regularly covering this insane lore hiding under the gacha and grind systems

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making

the goddamn couch covers are finally done. they are 9x12 and 12x16 100% cotton drop cloths from Chicago Art Supply, and im quite happy with their quality (evenness of weave, normal selvededge, normal seams). i used rit all purpose dye in fuchsia (hot bucket method with colorstay, more on that later) and the itajime triangle method of shibori dyeing. this involved folding the fabric accordion-wise, folding it like a flag, then sandwiching it between two triangles of wood or plastic with many many many rubber bands or twine.

it was a right fucking bitch to prewash, dry, and fold these fuckers. mack was deeply unhelpful. if i need to wash them in future i will be visiting a laundromat.

i could not procure enough dye locally for the recommended 1 packet per 1 lb of dry fabric (4 and 8 pounds respectively) so i did a .75 strength dye bath, since i wasn’t trying to dye the entire thing perfectly and evenly. i think you could probably do a half or quarter strength with more time and be fine. the photo on the left is the smaller dropcloth after a half hour in the bucket (unfolded in the washer to reduce. well to just reduce many problems) , and i did not like that high of a contrast bc i did want some color on all the fabric. so i unfolded and dunked the whole thing back in for literally thirty seconds and it promptly sucked up the rest of the available dye molecules, making it lower contrast than i wanted. so it goes.

i didn’t like how even and neat the triangle motif was on this go round (when deciding on colors and patterns for this project i was thinking about coral and pink cow print but did not want a literal pink cow print couch), so for the next one i did a much worse job folding and was way more aggressive with the rubber bands. i also folded it in half lengthwise to make the accordion folds easier for myself, something i did not do for the smaller one.

and here she is through my balcony screen door after an hour in the dye bucket and a wash with half the recommended amount of fixative to get it to bleed a Little for better coverage of the fabric but keep it lower contrast. i am not completely thrilled with how this came out bc i feel it reads a little sorority girl tshirt. im not sure if making the motif/triangles smaller would have helped any, and even though i was not folding it in half every time you can only fold something so many times before it becomes extremely cumbersome.

couch before the cushion, the cover loosely on the couch. i am going to safety pin and tuck the shit out of this but do not currently have the bandwidth to actually sew it. we’ll see how this goes! kind of a pain in the ass and physically taxing but not a lot of actual hands on time, and now the dyeing bug is out of my system.

preview of next project: i am going to repaint this somewhat shabby globe bar with northern hemisphere constellations :)

[yukiwhitetm]

The Perfectly Ordinary, Extra-Ordinary Life of Daisy-Mae

Daisy-Mae was a perfectly ordinary girl up until her sixteenth birthday, or perhaps it was the week before, depending on your perspective. She lived with her single mum and her much younger sister Jessica-Jae, who she often had to babysit, a perfectly ordinary family. She finished North Walsham High School with an even mixture of Cs, Bs and As, perfectly ordinary grades. She had a best friend Emma, who she was looking forward to attending Paston Sixth Form College with in Autumn, a perfectly ordinary aim. She dreamed of being a Primary School teacher one day, a perfectly ordinary dream.

Daisy-Mae was a perfectly ordinary girl, until she was not.

On her sixteenth birthday, Daisy-Mae was taken aside by her family before she left for her long-planned trip to Pizza Hut with Emma to celebrate it and told in no uncertain terms that she was a witch born of a long line of witches, which she found hard to believe and, in fact, didn’t believe, at first.

But no. Perhaps that was not when she stopped being perfectly ordinary. Or perhaps it was.

Let’s go further back.

The week before her sixteenth birthday, Daisy-Mae was walking her much beloved St. Bernard George Frederique the Third (although there was no first and second), he was as big as her when standing up on his hind paws and almost as old as her too, even though he was as sprightly as a dog half his age, in North Walsham Play Park when she toppled over nothing at all and fell flat on her face. It sounds funny (you’re welcome to laugh at her misfortune as long as you cry at it too) but what resulted from it was anything but. Daisy-Mae fell flat on her face but her faithful, old dog had no idea and kept on walking. On and on he trod and on and on he dragged her along as she futilely tried to pull herself back up to a stand.

“Georgie!” she yelled as a tuft of grass smacked her in the face. But George didn’t hear as he sniffed at the ground and continued walking.

The situation only worsened for her as her foot caught in the root of a yew tree growing just along the outskirts of the park and –

Pop!

Out went her hip.

It didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt strange. Daisy-Mae could feel her hip dislocate, although she hoped and prayed it was anything but that, she could feel the drag of her bones as they were pulled away from her cartilage. She made a strangled sound and it was at this that her faithful, old dog finally stopped.

He returned to her side and sniffed around her face in concern. He swept his big, slobbery tongue over her cheeks and nose affectionately and she ruffled his fur in reply. George Frederique the Third was a good boy.

As her body settled and realised it was no longer moving in two different directions, her hip pulled itself back together as it ought to be. So, in the end, Daisy-Mae suffered a partial dislocation a week before her birthday.

Rightly, she should have gone straight to the Accident and Emergency department at the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital. But Daisy-Mae was British born and bred and you know what they say about the British stiff upper lip; you stick it out and don’t complain (unless it is as a pastime, which is another British thing) so as not to bother anyone.

Tentatively, she drew herself to a stand, then a slow step forward, then a gentle walk and found she was OK. She rested a hand on her hip because it hurt frightfully but she reasoned that that was only normal really after what had happened (but what had happened?) and she surely only needed to RICE it – Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation – as you need to do for any sprain or strain. And surely, her muscles must be sprained or strained after such an ordeal, whatever it had been.

However, it was not to be. For, what Daisy-Mae didn’t know at no fault of her own was that she was born with a condition known as Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder (formerly known as Joint Hypermobility Syndrome). She had suffered from a constant ache in her back since she was twelve years old and had gone to see her doctor about it twice yearly. And yet her doctor, as often happens in our overdrawn healthcare systems these days, dismissed her concerns as nothing more than ‘growing pains’, even though she hadn’t grown an inch since she was, indeed, twelve. And people with Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder do not heal well.

That partial dislocation of her hip, her left hip she noticed belatedly, had created a rather large tear in her cartilage as it was pulled to-and-fro between her bones. A tear that sat right beneath all her muscles in her leg, the muscles which allow her to walk freely as much as anyone else. A tear that rubbed and rubbed and rubbed against those muscles, making them swell up, all red and painful, every single day for the rest of her life. And it would never ever heal. And it would only get worse.

(First, she would limp through it, until the intense pain was in both her legs and up her side, until they went numb and she fell down. Then she would use a walking stick or crutch to aid it, until the same. Then she would end up in a mobility scooter or wheelchair from it, although still ambulatory. And she would constantly, always, forever be fatigued.)

But Daisy-Mae didn’t know any of that yet.

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This is the story of Daisy-Mae, a perfectly ordinary sixteen-year-old girl until the day she finds out she’s a witch or perhaps the day she becomes disabled. Daisy-Mae should have been overjoyed at finding out that she was a witch, that all the magic in the world was at her fingertips, but all she could think about was finding a way to heal her disability. And yet it was that witchcraft was not used for healing, more for prevention and protection. After all, why else do you think there are so many stories of crooked-nosed, hunchbacked witches leaning on canes from the olden days?

But Daisy-Mae would not be deterred, she would find a way to heal her disability, even though everyone said there wasn’t one. Because not finding a way simply wasn’t an option to her. She couldn’t live the rest of her life disabled. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

This is a story full of ableism, both internal and external, of friendship, of familial love, of acceptance and a little bit of magic.

Welcome to the Perfectly Ordinary, Extra-ordinary Life of Daisy-Mae.

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Hello! I am Yuki White (@yukiwhitetm on Tumblr and AO3) and I wrote this little snippet of an original story (all in one sitting!). I based it on my own experiences as a disabled woman with Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder (HSD) and a Labral Hip Tear (the technical term for a tear in your hip’s cartilage), although mine is the right hip not the left and my accident was totally different to Daisy-Mae’s and I was twenty-one when it happened not nearly sixteen.

Did you know one in four people have Hypermobility? Many famous athletes do! But very few people suffer chronic pain and fatigue from it like I do.

My intention in writing this story is to highlight the difficulties of becoming disabled and that, although much of what will drive Daisy-Mae in the full story is finding a way to heal her disability, it’s not always about becoming able again. Instead, it’s about finding ways to cope with your disability. And it’s about accepting and loving yourself just the way you are. Daisy-Mae’s story is a journey, a journey of learning that to be disabled is not to be less than you were before (even though society tells you it is), that your worth as person is not tied up in your ability to work (even though society tells you it is) but in who you are as a person and that you can give back to society in other ways, whether by volunteering your time or just being kind to others. That every life is worth living and every person worth loving.

Now, I have only written this little snippet of The Perfectly Ordinary, Extra-Ordinary Life of Daisy-Mae because I am currently working on Truth, Lies and Butterflies (which is about fifteen-year-old Compulsive Liar Masahiko Ochi, set in 2017 Japan if it existed in a world of magical girls and boys) and promoting myself and my writing, including my original poems and finished novel Shattered (which is about thirteen-year-old water mage, otherwise known as a Wasserzauberer, Konstanze “Konnie” Schmetterling, who lives in a High Fantasy world full of magical creatures, when the source of her beautiful, magical city’s magic is threatened), on my TikTok account @k_lange_r and dealing with life stuff.

So, if you would like to read more of this, for me to write this as a full book one day and publish it for your reading pleasure, then please like, comment and, most importantly, reblog this story to let me know!

[creativitystrides]

The proposal- Nick and Charlie

~ = Time passing

… = perspective change

Charlie couldn’t believe it.

Finally, after graduating, him and Nick were getting their own place!

Excitedly, he started opening the various boxes and putting them in their place.

Unboxing always takes awhile, but is always satisfying. Then, someone knocked on the door. Charlie opened the door and Tao was awkwardly standing there, fist still raised to the door. “Hey Charlie” Tao waved. “I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping? I dont know if you still need furniture or anything but I was gonna pick up something for Elle. For her birthday.” Charlie thought for a moment. He DID still have shopping to do, and he hadn’t had a lot of time for his friends as of late. “Alright.” He replied. “But only if you help me unpack after.” Tao smiled. “Deal.” he said, and waited patiently while Charlie grabbed his wallet.

~

At the shopping center, they walked for about 20 minutes before Tao found a jewelry store. They ducked inside and observed the sparkly jewelry in the fancy cases. Then, Charlie spotted a ring that it was so perfectly Nick. Just that thought made him blush. They had discussed marriage, but never anything serious. Mostly just in passing and what ifs. The idea was so bold, and so unlike him, it made him smile. He casually pointed out the ring to Tao. Tao laughed and replied with a witty “What, finally gonna make it official?” Charlie laughed. “No” he replied. Just a thought.” A thought that refused to leave his mind. He snuck one last glance at the ring before they ducked out of the store.

~

 It had been 6 months since that interaction, and the ring still lingered in Charlie’s mind. They were closer than ever, and he felt the time was ready. He drove back to the store and purchased the ring, hiding it in one of his hoodies. Having the ring in the same room made the idea feel more real. He realizes that he will one day marry this perfect guy, and he is obsessed. He overthinks and comes up with the perfect proposal, and sets it all up in his head. Casual dinner. When dessert comes, place the ring on top. ‘Will you marry me’ in icing. he smiles. Then realizes its horrible. What if he choked? What if its too public, and he gets rejected in front of everyone? What if they spell his name wrong? No, he can’t do it. So he decided to just carry the ring around with him, just so he’s ready if the opportunity ever presents itself.

 ~

3 months later, Nick and Charlie are staying with Nick’s mom. They decide to do the holdiay shopping for her.  They’re walking through the store, just chatting, and Charlie feels the ring in his pocket. He stops, so Nick stops. All at once, he realizes that he is so in love with this guy, and wants to marry him and be with him forever. So he obviously blurts out ‘We should get married.” 

…

Nick froze. He had thought about this a lot, but had not thought he would be confronted with it at this moment. Nick figured that he must have meant eventually, so he just says “Yeah?” and turns around and gives him a smile. Then he notices that Charlie is playing with his shirt and scratching the back of his head nervously. Shit he thinks, and realises that that was a proposal.

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 Charlie’s brain was on fire. He couldnt believe he said that. Embarassed he blurts “Oh shit, I think I’m proposing right now” He reached into his pocket and pulls out the ring. “Nick Nelson, you, you are the most special person in my life. Im sorry this wasnt planned, but I cant live another day knowing you are out of my reach. That we arent officially married, and you are out of my grasp. If I  woke up and you werent there, I wouldnt know what to do with myself. So Nick, will you marry me, so we can be in eachothers orbits forever, entirely in reach?” 

 …

 Nick is completely stunned. He hadnt expected all that. He had bought a ring earlier in the summer, and had been planning on proposing when they got back home. His brain was a blank, and he couldnt process any thoughts. So he stood in silence, staring blankly at the love of his life.

 …

 Oh shit I’ve fucked it up! What am I doing proposing to him here?! Charlie Spring, you complete idiot! Of course you would pick the least romantic place in the entire world to ask the love of your life to marry you. As if he would say yes to you in a Tesco! You couldn’t have thought this through more?! Charlie tried to pull his thoughts together, and began to tear up. This was so, so wrong. And then Nick started to tear up and fishes around in his own pocket and pulls out a ring. “Charlie.” He says. “You are the love of my life. I am always in your orbit, in your reach. I want to be yours forever. You are my life, my breath, my thought. You captivate me so much I can barely think around you. So Charlie Spring, will you marry me?”

 …

  They were both sobbing now, in the middle of the produce aisle. People were staring, and some were recording it. They both choked out a tear stricken yes.

Charlie found later that Nick had bought a ring back in the summer too and had wanted to propose but didn’t want to add stress to Charlie’s already full plate with graduation and starting a new job and moving into a new place, so he had decided to wait. He’d been trying to work up the nerve to take Charlie to the beach where they had their first date and propose there, but just wasn’t sure when it would be the right time, and he didn’t want to rush Charlie into anything if he wasn’t ready to be married just yet.  Charlie started blubbering, apologizing for doing all this in a Tesco of all places, and Nick reassures him that it was perfect and beautiful. 

~

The marriage ceremony was beautiful. It was on the beach where they first met, and they invited everyone. Everyone was sobbing by the I do’s, and everyone thought it was perfect. After the ceremony, Nick and Charlie lay under the stars, trying to count them all. And they lived happily ever after. 

The End :')

credit to @heartstopperthoughts for this wonderful idea :)

ty so much :))) love ur work

[ihave0hearts4me]

You Cannot Possibly Believe I Can Live in These Conditions

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions 

its hot and humid 

global warming is melting ice caps and releasing deadly mosquito viruses 

or some shit like that 

right now im feeling hot and bothered, 

and not in the good way 

i just wanna rip my shirt off and walk around in a bra 

well, everyone did just walk around in leaves back a few centuries ago, 

hell, women didn’t even cover their tits, 

they just hung freely 

This weather, 

Its suffocate 

I can barely even feel myself walking 

My head hurts, 

I literally feel like im gonna throw up 

I have to get out of this heat, 

Its too much 

I miss winter 

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions 

The winters here are getting worse by the years 

I can practically smell the snow coming towards my “coastal” Heart Of Dixie town 

Im half asleep when my father burst in my room 

Wait what did i hear him say? 

The powers gone out? 

That literally never happens during winter 

It only happens during hurricane season 

This is so bullshit

My mother is always yelling for me to put on all those jackets 

She doesn’t understand that my outfit’ll look chunky if i put all if them on 

We make a fair deal, 

An undershirt, a long sleeve, a cardigan, 

some black pants with shorts underneath, 

and a winter chaleco for good measure 

That seems to satisfy her and myself 

I cant wait for summer, 

Shorts and tees everyday 

No chunky layers 

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions 

Its settled, 

Im dying 

The impending doom that is summer 

Its here back again to kill us all  

It might as well 

Am i going to sound crazy if i say that the literal fucking heat is pissing me off? 

Because just being in it makes me hate everyone im with in the moment 

This human emotion called greed is never satisfied, it always wants something 

Midas doesn’t even compare to us here in 2023,

We want this we need that 

It’s getting so boring in my room 

I feel as tho this isolation is not fixing my problems 

God i cannot wait for school to start and i get to see all my friends and “be myself” 

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions 

Ah yes, another thing ruined by humanity itself again 

Cant even go to fuck school without a bitch worrying she might die, 

And i thought my crushes knowing they’re codename was bad 

Its fine, 

I have a perfectly planned escape route for every classroom, 

But honestly, 

Who the hell thinks to do that kind of shit 

I mean i guess if it was just they’re bullies but, 

Innocent people, 

thats where the fuck i draw the line

And the violence in general in this world 

A man running over people of his own race, 

His own blood basically, 

Those dudes literally looked just like him

I mean, I get a humans thirst for blood, 

For fun, 

For gore, 

For crime, 

For rebelling, 

For attention, 

For vengeance, 

Im human after all, 

And really thats all violence is, 

Its a human quality  

Sometimes i think, 

I think this is all a play 

And we’re just players in a game, 

Just entertainment for a hierarchy to enjoy 

This is just a sick,sick game 

And when our life gets boring or they just want a show with a cliffhanger, 

Thats when it all ends, 

And that when we get reincarnated, 

Its just us getting a cameo in someone elses life 

Life, 

Aha, thats a funny word 

Life, 

Life, 

Life,

Life, 

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions 

These horrible, horrible conditions 

Why i plead, 

Why? 

[cjp-film]

Calculated Affection, On Set

Day 1

The first day of shooting started at 10am on the 27th of November, a bit later than we would have hoped. There were issues with booking equipment so the shoot days were pushed back a number of times, which meant there was less time for post production. But spirits were high and we were ready to get going.

The first thing that needed doing was dressing the set, so I began by moving the furniture to where we had planned in the recce. I had noticed that the wall lights were the perfect place to hang the bunting/ disco ball from, as it was fairly central and made a good composition. I also used the fairy lights which were already hung up to fill the space above the wall lights. Francis and I laid the table, spreading half drunk glasses of whiskey and eaten food over the tablecloth. The tablecloth itself was brand new so had quite prominent folds in it that I was worried were going to be too noticeable, but once it was covered in the decorations they were pretty well hidden.

The apple juice/ appletizer were really effective as alcohol in the glass, and I found some lime garnishes to put in the whiskey to make it more believable. We debated for a while if the ‘whiskey’ looked too apple juicy so played around with watering it down, but kept it straight apple juice in the end as it would need to be topped up throughout the shoot. The set ultimately ended up looking like so:

The first scene we shot was the dream sequence, which was meant to take place over the duration of the party, and establish the passing of time. This meant I wasn’t to worry too much about continuity, in fact I could even move the props to make it seem as though drinks had been drunk, etc.

The candles which are lit in the photos were not lit at all during shooting, due to risk assessment guidelines. We only lit them for about 10 minutes before we started so that they looked as though they had been burnt. It was a shame we could not have them lit because they did look very pretty.

Once the camera team had finished lighting the set, the actors were to improvise a sequence to show different scenarios of what might happen between old friends at a party. They looked really good in their costumes, with the matching shirt for the body double. I had sent Charlotte a few reference photos for some makeup and she executed it perfectly. There were a few bits of lighting equipment missing, so we had to improvise…

We needed an orange gel to light Nicola’s shoulder for the OTS shot. Thinking on his toes, max who was gaffer that day, went behind the bar and found a dried orange slice. We taped it to Ina’s phone torch which surprisingly worked perfectly. As I had finished dressing the set at that point I held up the orange slice where it was needed for the rest of the shoot.

We managed to stay on schedule and capture all the coverage we needed, only cutting one or two shots (which were planned to be cut anyway). There was a party in the function room starting at 8pm, which meant we needed to dismantle the set entirely before going home. I saved everything so that the next day would look as similar as possible.

Day 2

My first job before coming to set on the second day was to buy a birthday cake. I had given myself about 45 minutes because I knew I would be indecisive about choosing one. I went to Lidl, Tescos, Sainsburys and then back to Tesco. It was really hard to find one that wasn’t extremely expensive, or for kids. The one I found in Tesco was pretty average, with white icing and rainbow sprinkles. I was debating it for ages because it didn’t have icing around the side, only on top. I thought that this was probably the best I was going to get, as my time was running out. I thought it would look good with candles on anyway.

I arrived on set at 3:15 where I found the rest of the group had been struggling to get access back into the room. It was fine, as we had planned for this - we did not lose any time. Francis and I speedily put the objects back on the table in the same place as the last shot, referring to the photos we had taken the day before. The bunting had fallen down a lot yesterday as it got in the way of lighting setups, so we waited until they were finished to put it back with extra tape.

I searched for where I had kept my second bottle of appletizer/Prosecco, until I saw a half empty bottle in the fridge. The party had seemed to help themselves, which was fine as it was my fault for leaving it behind the bar! The leftover appletizer we has was enough, although it had lost some of its bubbles. A simple top up with soda from the tap was all it needed.

Once the set was ready looking the same as the day before, the camera team began the dolly shots. The annoying thing about this sequence was some of the props kept blocking the actors faces during the movement. It would be quite distracting sometimes, so we had to adjust the camera positioning.

The cake was needed next. I went to prepare it, putting the candles on in a circle around the edge. In this scene it is carried out while the party sings happy birthday. The candles were allowed to be lit as they were blown out within a matter of seconds. This of course took a number of takes, which meant that the candles got shorter and shorter each time, which may have been an issue with continuity at a certain point. I did have to run to the shop next door and grab another pack. For one of the master shots, the candles needed to be lit halfway through a take, which was difficult due to the sound of the lighter.

The cake. ⬆️

Overall, I was happy with my work over the two days of shooting. We worked really well together as a crew and I look forward to seeing the final result on the screen.

BTS photos:

OSP and FW

[sakanadeh-a]

@SAKANADEH’S RULES

I own neither Sakanade nor Bleach. They both belong to Tite Kubo. Not only that but Kefka Palazzo from Final Fantasy VI belongs to Square Enix. I make zero profit off of this blog and am only here to have fun. nothing more, nothing less. I do, however, own all of my icons / gfx / promos / headcanons / etc. unless stated otherwise. So i'd greatly appreciate it if you neither stole them nor claimed them as your own considering I worked very hard on making all of them.

I am pro-callout if there is proof. I might not always reblog callouts but I do hardblock those who have been called out if there’s enough evidence to support the claim. I know we’re not perfect but if you continue to be problematic in the RPC and refuse to change for the better then you most certainly had it coming. Any callout posts I reblog will be tagged as CALLOUT TW and DRAMA TW for ease of mind.

I refuse to interact with problematic muns. If you are racist, ableist, sexist, LGBT-phobic, and a Nazi bootlicker then I want nothing to do with you. And the same is equally true if you're going to completely disregard all of the problematic themes within Bleach. While I abhor all of the things I listed, ignoring all of the toxic themes within Bleach does not make the problems magically go away. I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not.

Please do not follow me if you interact with any of the following people: Ziro. I’m a pretty forgiving person but if problematic people tend to play the victim, refuse to acknowledge they’ve messed up, refuse to apologize, and refuse to learn from their mistakes then I want nothing to do with them. All I want is for those who have messed up to just apologize and learn from their mistakes. That’s all. I’m here to sit down, relax, and have fun. Nothing more, nothing less.

I’m not duplicate friendly right now. I'm all for people roleplaying as Zanpakutos but I'm not entirely comfortable roleplaying with other Sakanade blogs as of right now. But that doesn't mean that I won't root you from afar!

I’m stuck using BETA TEXT EDITOR + XKIT REWRITTEN. I can’t use LEGACY TEXT EDITORat all because I made this blog after November 26th, 2022. I know this might sound a bit brash but I'd greatly appreciate it if you used BTE with me otherwise I'm probably not going to interact with you until everyone’s forced to use BTE.

I only interact with mutuals who are 18+. Though I am perfectly fine with non-mutuals sending headcanon asks, anonymous asks, and chatting with me OOC. Otherwise, I’m only going to interact with mutuals IC. It just makes my dash cleaner and easier to deal with.

Memes, unprompted asks, open starters, and dash commentaries are the best way to interact with me. I’ve come to learn that I get bored / lose motivation quite easily and rather quickly when doing starter calls. So I prefer sending / receiving unprompted asks, memes, and making open starters as well as replying to them. Now if we plan on doing a specific thread or something then that’s one thing. So I will very seldom if ever be making starter calls and / or like my mutuals’ starter calls because of how easily bored and uninterested I get with them early on.

I do practice mains & exclusives. Though I am extremely picky with whom I become mains or exclusives with due to bad experiences in the past. The number of dupes I will have of one character is up in the air right now so I'll stick with two to three mains per character for the time being.

Call me Shin! My pronouns are she/they. I’m 21+ years of age (29 to be exact) and am demi-bi. I suffer from severe GAD (with frequent paranoia episodes) and mild MDD. Not only that but I'm also in the process of getting tested for BPD. So please be patient with me and my random mood swings and bouts of negativity.

The fact that we have to remind everyone of this is problematic in and of itself. It ought to be common sense that none of us are our muses. Will we share similar traits and have common interests? sure. are there things that fascinate us with our muses? Most definitely. Do we condone everything that our muses do? Absolutely not.

Do not take Sakanade lightly. His Shikai and Bankai are both incredibly dangerous. Not only that but he's the Zanpakuto of Shinji Hirako (5th Division Captain and The Defacto Leader of the Vizards). You mess with Shinji or any of the Vizards and you will, without a doubt, feel the wrath of Sakanade. No exceptions.

I do not practice reblog karma. I’m perfectly fine with you reblogging musings, fanart, gifs, memes, music, PSAs, promos, and callouts from me. In fact, I encourage it. Just don’t reblog my ooc posts, headcanons, and threads without permission. You can like them all you want, just don’t reblog them.

I'm not quite sure on what the shipping status is on this blog yet. But I do know that he's in an extremely complicated relationship with @yumichikah's Yumichika Ayasegawa. I would, however, love to build on his relationship with Hiyori's Zanpakuto (Kubikiri Orochi) and Aizen's Zanpakuto (Kyoka Suigetsu).

I have several verses to choose from. Okay … technically I don't because they're still very much under construction. With that being said, my default verses generally vary between   五 ›› verse ›› tybw arc and 五 ›› verse ›› post series arc.

I can and will be updating these rules from time to time. But rest assured that I'll always be letting my followers know when I update them. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns then feel free to message me for I’ll 100% answer them to the best of my ability!

[hihihebi-a]

@HIHIHEBI’S RULES

I own neither Renji Abarai nor Bleach. They both belong to Tite Kubo. I make zero profit off of this blog and am only here to have fun. nothing more, nothing less. I do, however, own all of my icons / gfx / promos / headcanons / etc. unless stated otherwise. So I'd greatly appreciate it if you neither stole them nor claimed them as your own considering I worked very hard on making all of them.

I am pro-callout if there is proof. I might not always reblog callouts but I do hardblock those who have been called out if there’s enough evidence to support the claim. I know we’re not perfect but if you continue to be problematic in the RPC and refuse to change for the better then you most certainly had it coming. Any callout posts I reblog will be tagged as CALLOUT TW and DRAMA TW for ease of mind.

I refuse to interact with problematic muns. If you are racist, ableist, sexist, LGBT-phobic, and a Nazi bootlicker then I want nothing to do with you. And the same is equally true if you're going to completely disregard all of the problematic themes within Bleach. While I abhor all of the things I listed, ignoring all of the toxic themes within Bleach does not make the problems magically go away. I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not.

Please do not follow me if you interact with any of the following people: Ziro. I’m a pretty forgiving person but if problematic people tend to play the victim, refuse to acknowledge they’ve messed up, refuse to apologize, and refuse to learn from their mistakes then I want nothing to do with them. All I want is for those who have messed up to just apologize and learn from their mistakes. That’s all. I’m here to sit down, relax, and have fun. Nothing more, nothing less.

I’m not duplicate friendly right now. I want to be duplicate friendly but I’m also incredibly self-conscious with my portrayal of Renji. This isn’t against anyone who does roleplay as him, though, for I encourage more people to roleplay as my favorite temperamental redhead! I just … can’t handle duplicates right now. I’m sorry.

I’m stuck using BETA TEXT EDITOR + XKIT REWRITTEN. I can’t use LEGACY TEXT EDITOR at all because I made this blog after November 26th, 2022. I know this might sound a bit brash but I'd greatly appreciate it if you used BTE with me otherwise I'm probably not going to interact with you until everyone’s forced to use BTE.

I only interact with mutuals who are 18+. Though I am perfectly fine with non-mutuals sending headcanon asks, anonymous asks, and chatting with me OOC. Otherwise, I’m only going to interact with mutuals IC. It just makes my dash cleaner and easier to deal with.

Memes, unprompted asks, open starters, and dash commentaries are the best way to interact with me. I’ve come to learn that I get bored / lose motivation quite easily and rather quickly when doing starter calls. So I prefer sending / receiving unprompted asks, memes, and making open starters as well as replying to them. Now if we plan on doing a specific thread or something then that’s one thing. So I will very seldom if ever be making starter calls and / or like my mutuals’ starter calls because of how easily bored and uninterested I get with them early on.

I do practice mains & exclusives. Though I am extremely picky with whom I become mains or exclusives with due to bad experiences in the past. The number of dupes I will have of one character is up in the air right now so I'll stick with two to three mains per character for the time being.

Call me Shin! My pronouns are she/they. I’m 21+ years of age (29 to be exact) and am demi-bi. I suffer from severe GAD (with frequent paranoia episodes) and mild MDD. Not only that but I'm also in the process of getting tested for BPD. So please be patient with me and my random mood swings and bouts of negativity.

The fact that we have to remind everyone of this is problematic in and of itself. It ought to be common sense that none of us are our muses. Will we share similar traits and have common interests? sure. are there things that fascinate us with our muses? Most definitely. Do we condone everything that our muses do? Absolutely not.

Do not take Renji lightly. Is he temperamental? Yes. Is he self-conscious? Yes. Is he weak? No. Ignoring his pride and being unable to admit defeat and facts, Byakuya chose Renji as his Lieutenant for a reason. He wouldn't choose just anyone to be his Lieutenant. Renji will do whatever it takes to get his point across even if it means beating the ever-loving shit out of someone.

I do not practice reblog karma. I’m perfectly fine with you reblogging musings, fanart, gifs, memes, music, PSAs, promos, and callouts from me. In fact, I encourage it. Just don’t reblog my ooc posts, headcanons, and threads without permission. You can like them all you want, just don’t reblog them.

This blog is strictly singleship for the time being. I also don't really ship Renji and Rukia romantically. It's strictly platonic in my eyes. The reason for this is out of fear that Renji would end up losing Rukia again and it being permanent this time around.

I have several verses to choose from. Okay … technically I don't because they're still very much under construction. With that being said, my default verses generally vary between   ☾ verse ☽ tybw arc and ☾ verse ☽ post series arc.

I can and will be updating these rules from time to time. But rest assured that I'll always be letting my followers know when I update them. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns then feel free to message me for I’ll 100% answer them to the best of my ability!

[a-bit-too-much-of-a-pokemon-fan]

Easy. Fucking easy sauce battles. I played them perfectly. Read on for the biggest brain plays of this run so far.

Ghetsis sends out White Kyurem. I lead with Geometry Dash the Haxorus. I know this monstrosity has Dragon Breath and Ice Burn. Ice Burn takes two turns to actually deal damage, but Dragon Breath is still a major threat. So I gave G.D. a Haban Berry to weaken a supereffective Dragon type move against it. I also know that time was of the essence. I need a strong move to KO Kyurem with no deaths, because I need everyone to take down Ghetsis's team. So I delayed G.D.'s evolution. Haxorus learns Outrage at Lv 66, but Axew learns it at Lv 56. With that critical bit of planning done, I go into the battle. Before Kyurem has the chance to do anything, I use Outrage for 360 base power and KO it in one shot. Battle #1 out of the way.

Now Ghetsis challenges me with his team. I lead with Geometry Dash again versus his Cofagrigus. I use Shadow Claw to bring it to low HP. It poisons G.D. with Toxic, so I switch out to Zoroark disguised as Duke the Mienshao (you can't nickname Zoroark in this game without hacking and I was too lazy to do so). Cofagrigus foolishly uses Protect, ensuring a safe switch-in for me. I use Night Daze. The problematically-named coffin is down for the count.

Ghetsis sends out Hydreigon. I have four contingencies to deal with this motherfucker, putting supereffective moves on almost everyone on my team. So, I used the safest one and switched to Lucina the Lucario. She tanks the Dragon Rush and I use Aura Sphere to bring it to critical HP. It uses Dragon Rush again to no great consequence then kills itself with its own Life Orb. The big bad dragon ace is out.

Now he sends out Seismitoad. It 100% reads Earthquake as its strongest move, so I switch to Bad Dragon the Flygon, who has Levitate. No damage. Now it will probably use Muddy Water, so I pivot into Tree Meister the Sawsbuck. It does use Muddy Water, but it misses anyway. I hit with a 450 BP Horn Leech to OHKO the poor bastard.

Ghetsis brings in Eelektross. Yeah, yeah, it has Flamethrower. But see, I brought Tree Meister for two reasons. First was to take out Seismitoad. Second was to use Aromatherapy to cure Cofagrigus's Toxic victim. Thus, Geometry Dash was saved from Poison and ready to rejoin the fray. Eelektross kills Tree Meister, but that's just what I want. Pain me though it does, I don't need him anymore in this run. What I do need is a free switch-in to G.D..

Normally, Eelektross is immune to Ground moves because of its Levitate. But I got RNG blessed when I caught my Axew, because it has Mold Breaker, which deals damage ignoring abilities. G.D. uses Bulldoze, tanks a Thunderbolt, and Bulldozes again to take out the gross eel thing.

Now Ghetsis sends out Drapion. He's getting desperate. It doesn't have any supereffective moves on G.D., but I still don't want to risk his safety any more than I have to. This Drapion has Sniper, which ups crit damage from 2x to 3x. I switch to Bad Dragon. Drapion's Poison Fang hits for 1/2x damage, barely scratching my beautiful Flygon. One Earth Power obliterates the bug that isn't even a Bug type.

It's time. Ghetsis's final Pokémon, a Toxicroak. I still have five mons in my team. I haven't even needed to use Duke. Unfortunately for the winner of the Worst Dad of the Century award, it's also weak to Ground. Bad Dragon uses Earth Power one more time and finishes it off. Just like that, I won. A perfect plan for a perfect battle. Hell yeah.

As for my whole team being at Lv 57 while his ace was Lv 52, I didn't break the level cap rule. Elite Four is at 58. Besides, I needed Zoroark and Geometry Dash to be at Lv 57 to have access to Night Daze and Outrage. My point is that I planned this battle masterfully with the Pokémon at my disposal. Everyone played their part with grace and much poise. I salute Tree Meister for his sacrifice. Thanks to him, the rest of my team is alive to see future victories.

Now I move on to Victory Road. I have one more battle against Hugh and a few particularly nasty mandatory trainer battles, but I've made it this far. Nothing but, uh, probably Marshal using Rock type moves like an asshole, can stop me.

Well I reached Ghetsis in attempt 3 of my hardcore Pokémon White 2 Challenge Mode Nuzlocke. Taking a break to actually be productive and whatnot, but now it’s just time to team build. I can’t lose to this fucker here and my box is bursting with great Pokémon. Gotta take it slow. Gotta check myself before I wreck myself. Because I will wreck myself if I rush in. I know that very well at this point.

[michaelspn]

@brokenlilsoldier​

You're not getting me with tattoos, Michael...

“Oh right... Because you’re ‘my sword’ and all that... Feeling funny, are we?” Waves a hand lazily and purses lips. “I’d take a cardboard sword made by a child over you anyway.”

[spoiledleaff]

Leafy....

I neeeeeeeeeeed. Neeeeeeeeed Rain and Dew in a cheer/pleated short short skirt with Mountain or the ghoulettes teasing them and then taking them apart.

i didn’t realize i needed this as well until i started typing it out… haha, well, regardless! i hope this suits your expectations, dear anon!! ♡ be warned… it gets a bit spicy below the cut ;)

Dewdrop laughed as he watched Rain twirl in front of their mirror, the green pleated fabric swirling around their long, long legs just enough to curse the fire’s sin with a cheeky glimpse of their ass.

It was just moments ago when the little imp had practically knocked down Rain’s door with his bunched up fist, two pairs of skirts bundled up in the other. He definitely didn’t swipe these skimpy little articles of clothing, and he definitely didn’t plan on using them for nefarious purposes.

When Rain finally answered their own damn door, Dewdrop jumped their very bones, crowding them back into the confines of their own room to employ his hell-gifted serpent’s tongue. Well, needless to say, the rest is history as Dewdrop picks at the tiny fabric of his own cerulean skirt, giddy as he watches Rain admire themselves in the mirror. He can already feel slick drooling from his core.

“So,” they drawl, a perfectly thick eyebrow already raised at Dewdrop’s reflection, “what’s this all about, little droplet?”

Said ghoul has the audacity to look offended, a dramatic plume of smoke rising away from his body as he gawked at the water nymph’s reflection.

“You sound so fucking suspicious.” Dewdrop accuses, but the gently sway of his crooked tail quickly dispelled any illusions of genuine anger. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Rain simply huffs, fiddling with something Dewdrop couldn’t quite see. “You never just bring me gifts, droplet. You’ve probably already done something you’re not supposed to, or you’re about to do something you’re not supposed to.”

Dewdrop simply rolls his shoulders, flicking off some imaginary speck of lint from his thigh. He tries to ignore the death stare Rain is giving him through their reflection, but the fire’s sin can only stay doused for so long.

“Hey,” Dewdrop perked up, although Rain didn’t miss the mischievous glint in those ice blue eyes, “I think Mountain and the ladies are in the commons. Let’s go take their breath away—“

And, again, Dewdrop pounced on the poor fucker before they could even get a proper word in. They were spouting some shit about ��needing to get changed” and “this skirt is much too short”, but Rain didn’t have any issues with it when Dewdrop originally slammed open their door. What’s the big deal now?

They found the aforementioned ghouls in the commons, suspiciously exactly like how Dewdrop described them. Mountain and the ghoulettes were all piled together on the couch, Sunshine and Cirrus practically mounting the other two as they watched whatever was playing and chatted quietly amongst themselves.

But, when they saw Dewdrop — clad in nothing but his usual black undershirt and the short blue pleated skirt — dragging behind him a very flustered Rain — wearing even less than the little gremlin yanking them forward. Naively thinking this was nothing more than an innocent dress-up date, Rain was wearing the green skirt, a pair of boxers, and nothing else — the cuddle session on the couch halted, and all eyes were on them.

“Look.” Dewdrop smiles, as if they weren’t already fucking looking. “Rainy and I got new skirts. You like ‘em?”

The ghoulettes’ attentions leered towards Rain, but Mountain was still staring at the small sliver of Dewdrop’s belly as his shirt managed to hitch itself upwards. Rain’s face rapidly develops a vibrant indigo hue, and they quickly avert their eyes down and start to pull at the hem of their slutty little skirt. Dewdrop watches with a manic grin as Rain flounders under the scrutiny of the ghoulettes, the grip he has around their wrist stays clenched and tight as he drinks in every embarrassed gesture.

Rain is always so pious, so regal in their stance. Even on stage, as they sometimes fumble about like a fish on land, Rain still carries this impossible air of elegance. And, even when they’re fucking into Dewdrop with reckless abandon, or stringing him along on some impossibly mindful adventure and spearing the imp on their cock, and doing nothing else but focusing on their equally ragged breathing as their cock twitches against that beautiful spot inside Dewdrop’s vessel— well, even then, the bastard is still so collected.

Dewdrop wants to watch that mask fucking fall.

So, it is with a near concerning amount of glee that Dewdrop watches Cumulus wrap her dainty fingers around Rain’s other wrist, and jerk them forward. Rain collapses with a yelp at the feet of the predatory ghoulettes, their hands already palming at Rain’s thighs and plucking at their waistband. Even from his angle, Dewdrop can so clearly see Rain’s cock jump against its constraints.

“Did you think you could just deposit a Nereid at our feet and leave?” Dewdrop jumps backwards into a hard chest, his crooked tail brushing against bare ankles. There’s a thick claw tilting his head upwards and back, icy blue eyes freezing over at the sight of Mountain’s lazy grin. “And what about this Meliae before me, hm?”

Dewdrop gulps, his throat bobbing underneath Mountain’s tapping claws. There’s another hand gently ghosting up the length of Dewdrop’s suddenly clammy thigh, fingers dipping underneath the skirts hem and tapping, tapping, tapping at his inner thighs; so tantalizingly close. The fire’s sun gasps, his poor, stupid brain still trying to wrap itself around how Mountain moved so quickly and so quietly from his spot on the couch. He was literally underneath Sunshine for Lucifer’s sake.

“Hmm.” Mountain hums, the deep vibrations rumbling through the earth ghoul’s body and spreading through Dewdrop’s back. It would’ve been ominous if Dewdrop wasn’t so fucking aroused right now. “That’s the thing about little nymphs like you, though. You just need a good cock in you to settle the fuck down. Maybe a pussy smothering you until you have no choice but to give in and calm down?”

Through half-lidded eyes, Mountain watches as Dewdrop gulps, his lazy grin nearly splitting through his face as he takes in the little imp’s reactions.

“Liked that, did you?”

Next thing he knows, Mountain’s groping his thighs with one hand, continuously trailing his claws up and down the invisible inseam of his thighs as he squeezes gently at his outstretch throat. Just outside the corners of his vision, Dewdrop can find Sunshine reclining into the couch with a hand gently working her core from underneath the waist band of her lounge wear. Although he cannot see it, Dewdrop can most certainly hear Rain’s pathetic cries and whines as Cirrus and Cumulus no doubt tear them apart.

“Can you hear them?” Mountain growls, his large fingers unwrapping from Dewdrop’s throat and joining the other one down at his thighs; squeezing the scrawny flesh that resides there. “Look at them.”

So Dewdrop did.

Rain is, somehow, still standing in those long, graceful legs of theirs. Cirrus is on her knees behind them, perfectly manicured nails spreading their ass cheeks and diving underneath the hem of the skirt to lick at their asshole. Ever the tag team, Cumulus is seated on the couch, legs spread and fingers sliding up and down her own juicy folds as she takes Rain’s cockhead into her mouth, working the both of them over with intense dedication. Sunshine’s pretty mouth is moving, but Dewdrop can’t hear her last the blood rushing through his ears. Whatever she’s saying though, Dewdrop can hear Rain’s beautiful mewls and squeals as clear as day. They look a mess. They look beautiful.

Mountain observes as Dewdrop stares in awe at the beautiful disaster the ghoulettes are creating, his own arousal spurting hot slick down the meat of his thighs and gently burning Mountain’s squeezing fingers.

“Ah. So you do like that.” Mountain nips at Dewdrop’s smoking ears, breathing in deeply as he goes. “Adorable.”

Dewdrop and Rain have found themselves propped up on either side of the coffee table in the ghoul’s commons, Sunshine’s hands fisted in their hairs as she babbles in about how cute the skirts look hiked up over their asses. She coos about how expressive their tails are as Rain glares daggers into Dewdrop’s flushed visage.

The ghoulettes are still eating them out, Cirrus propped up against the edge of the coffee table and lapping at Rain’s ballsack whereas Cumulus is now fingering the water’s sin open with beautiful fingers and is rubbing herself over the neat of Rain’s ass, whispering and moaning about this skirt is going to be fucking ruined. Just like they will be, soon.

Mountain is rubbing his own blunt cockhead over Dewdrop’s drooling pussy, has been for the last fifteen minutes when they first rounded up their little nymphs into this position. The earth ghoul behinds him keeps alternating between thrusting shallowly through Dewdrop’s slippery folds, and rutting upwards over the crease of the little ghoul’s ass and into the bunched up material of his skirt. He’s cooing something too, but, again, Dewdrop struggles paying attention to anything that isn’t Rain right now.

“Sathanas below, when they’re done with us, I’m fucking your ass into next goddamn month, Dewdrop.” Rain hisses as Cirrus flicks her talented tongue at a certain vein. “You little shit. If you wanted to get laid—“

Dewdrop cackles breathlessly as they cut themselves off, bucking their hips forward and allowing Dewdrop to feel the ruined hem of their skirt from their proximity. Sunshine keeps slowly bringing their faces closer and closer, and soon Dewdrop’s nose is pressed into Rain’s cheek.

“What, you don’t wanna get ruined by three lovely, dashing ladies and dirt boy?” He grins, still manic despite the trills bubbling behind his bared fangs as Mountain just barely pushes into his gaping pussy before retreating again.

“That’s not what I mean, and you— ooh, fuck — and you know it-“ Rain must be getting close, their hips are rutting forward more often and Dewdrop can feel the burns of their pleated skirt against his burning skin more consistently.

“Whatever, little nymph.” Dewdrop gasps, his tongue brushing against Rain’s cheek as Sunshine pushes them closer still. “You’ll thank me later when you get pampered to heaven and back after this, and you know it.”

And Dewdrop watches with wide eyes as Rain shivers, keens, and cums all over Dewdrop’s thighs and their stupid, slutty fucking skirt.