#jig tying

[boxcutterbaits]

Tied on a 3/8 oz saltwater jig head. Designed to be cast and retrieved. Tied like a Lefty's Deciever fly. I made this for my own use. Took it out a couple weeks ago the day a big cold front was moving in. Only had a strike or two but the large pod of porpoises in the area might have had something to do with that. I have lots of other spots in mind to work this bait. I hope to post some catch pics in the coming months. I like the way it looks in the water. I will probably tie a few more in different weights and colors.

[tellthatbrokebitch]

i really loved and cherished “and do you feel like you should,” but i cant shake the feeling that it follows the trend of people re-writing classic novels with minor changes. like the great gatsby but nick has scoliosis that he mentions every so often. this fic is just what’s gonna happen in season 5, with the minor detail of Will Byers being lactose intolerant mentioned each chapter. brilliant work!

omg my first ask!!! hi!!! :)

i'm glad i waited until today to answer this, bc when i received this ask really late last night, it didn't compute in my brain and i was like... is this hate??? am i being dunked on??? and then i read it again

tysm!!! i'm glad you liked it!

okay, i'm going to be honest: the will being lactose intolerant thing was for my original fic idea that ended up fizzling out bc it didn't work with the prior seasons canon. it was going to be like a flashback situation where will and el were planning out mike's visit and when el was talking about getting milkshakes, will was going to be like "oh i'm lactose intolerant actually :/" AND THEN I SCRAPPED THE SCENE AND NONE OF IT MADE ANY SENSE. so that's why will is lactose intolerant in the fic

now that i'm thinking back on it, i scrapped that scene long before i wrote chapter 3, so i could've just... not made him lactose intolerant. huh

[prime-wars]

🎵 for maxblade plus maybe one 🎵 for drift too because thats your guy..

ur spoiling me fr with this <3 im gonna do 2 for each cuz <- like assigning songs to characters so much

^ maxblade ones first <3 songs about people who have been left behind by loved ones = instant maxblade songs in my mind. tho fingerprints is a song i feel like i find a way to assign to any ship i get attached to its one of my favorite songs of all time...

^ the drift songs... the sophie one especially makes me lose it a bit it evokes that super specific almost childlike, instinctual fear of change that i think fits drift super well

[writers-potion]

The Pirate's Glossary

Ahoy - an interjection used to hail a ship or a person, or to attract attention.

Arr! - an exclamation

Avast! - a command meaning stop or desist

Aye (or ay) - yes; an affirmation

Becalmed - the state of a sailing vessel which cannot move due to a lack of wind

Belay - (1) to secure or make dast by winding on a cleat or pin (2) to stop, most often used as a command

Bilged on her anchor - a ship holed or pierced by its own anchor

Bilmey! - an exclamation of surprise, short for "God blind me!"

Blow the man down - to kill someone

Boom about - when a ship turns in the wind the boom can swing violently enough to injure or kill a person on board. "Boom about" may be shouted to warn others the boom is about to move.

Bring a spring upon her cable - to come around in a different direction, oftentimes as a surprise maneuver.

Careen - to take a ship into shallower waters or out of the water altogether and remove barnacles and pests such as mollusks, shells and plant growth from the bottom.

Chase - a ship being pursued, or the act of pursuing a ship.

Code of conduct - a set of rules which govern pirates behavior on a vessel.

Come about - to bring the ship full way around in the wind. Used in general while sailing into the wind, but also used to indicate a swing back into the enemy in combat.

Crack Jenny's teacup - to spend the night in a house of ill repute.

Crimp - to procure (sailors or soldiers) by trickery or coercion, or one who crimps.

Dance the Hempen jig - to hang

Davy Jones' locker - a fictional place at the bottom of the ocean. In short, a term meaning death.

Dead men tell no tales - standard pirate excuse for leaving no survivors.

Deadlights - (1) strong shutters or plates fastened over a ship's porthole or cabin window in stormy weather. (2) Thick windows set in a ship's side or deck. (3) eyes.

Fire in the hole - a warning issued before a cannon is fired.

Furl - to roll up and secure, especially a ship’s sail.

Give no quarter - the refusal to spare lives of an opponent. Pirates raise a red flag to threaten no quarter will be given.

Handsomely - quickly or carefully; in a shipshape style.

Haul wind - to direct a ship into the wind.

Heave down - to turn a vessel on its side for cleaning.

Heave - an interjection meaning to come to a halt.

Ho - used to express surprise or joy, to attract attention to something sighted, or to urge onward.

Letter of marque - a document given to a sailor (privateer) giving him amnesty from piracy laws as long as the ships plunders are of an enemy nation.

List - to lean to one side

Long clothes - a style of clothing best suited to land. A pirate, or any sailor, doesn't have the luxury of wearing anything loose that might get in the way while climbing up riggings.

Marooned - to be stranded, particularly on a desert isle.

Me - My

No prey, no pay - a common pirate law meaning a crew received no wages, but rather shared whatever loot was taken.

Overhaul - (1) to slacken a line (2) to gain upon in a chase; to overtake

Parely - a conference or discussion between opposing sides during a dispute, especially when attempting a truce, originating from the French, "parler," meaning "to speak." The term was used in "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl" as part of Pirate law.

Piracy - robbery committed at sea.

Quarter - derived from the idea of "shelter", quarter is given when mercy is offered by pirates. Quarter is often the prize given to an honorable loser in a pirate fight.

Reef sails - to shorten the sails by partially tying them up, either to slow the ship or to keep a strong wind from putting too much strain on the masts.

Run a shot across the bow - a command to fire a warning shot.

Sail ho! - an exclamation meaning another ship is in view. The sail, of course, is the first part of a ship visible over the horizon.

Scupper that! - an expression of anger or derision meaning "Throw that overboard!"

Sea legs - The ability to adjust one's balance to the motion of a ship, especially in rough seas. After walking on a ship for long periods of time, sailors became accustomed to the rocking of the ship in the water. Early in a voyage a sailor was said to be lacking his "sea legs" when the ship motion was still foreign to him. After a cruise, a sailor would often have trouble regaining his "land legs" and would swagger on land.

Shiver me timbers! - An expression of surprise or strong emotion. In stormy weather and rough seas, the support timbers of a ship would "shiver" which might startle the crew. The phrase may have been less common during the Golden Age of Piracy than it had become later in fictional works.

Show a leg! - A phrase used to wake up a sleeping pirate.

Sink me! - An expression of surprise. Many pirate exclamations used exaggerated imagery to highten a point. Ye might say the sailors were punchy or a bit melodramatic after a lengthy stay at sea.  

Smartly - quickly

Take a caulk - To take a nap. On the deck of a ship, between planks, was a thick caulk of black tar and rope to keep water from between decks. This term came about either because sailors who slept on deck ended up with black lines across their backs or simply because sailors laying down on deck were as horizontal as the caulk of the deck itself.

To go on account - A pleasant term used by pirates to describe the act of turning pirate. The basic idea was that a pirate was more "free lance" and thus was, more or less, going into business for himself.

Warp - To move (a vessel) by hauling on a line that is fastened to or around a piling, anchor, or pier.

Weigh anchor - To haul the anchor up; more generally, to leave port.

Ye - you

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Reference:

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[risingblackmoon]

You did this once before, now it's MY turn. Oh how the turn tables :)

Even OBLIGATATORIER whiteboard doodles

Ft:

Our Sonas after encountering rude people on the Infinite Ikea Roblox game

Wobble dog au Eclipse

My Sun (aka CapriSun) being a pissy little bitch about nothing in particular (possibly influenced by the glitchtrap virus)

My Moon(aka CapriMoon) meeting Spade's Sun(CandyCorn) post ruin in our roleplay AND CapriMoon strangling Glitchtrap

Its OC Cel wearing a shirt way too big for them

...And finally, its Moon(CandyMoon) knitting something for its OC Happy :)

obligatory whiteboard doodles (including @risingblackmoon’s ocs jupiter and crescent, including his sona and my own oc) also sun and moon … as a treat

[gguk-n]

Grand Prix Morning (Oscar Piastri x Reader)

Congratulations Oscar on his first win!!

Summary- After watching the Hungarian GP and seeing Oscar apologise after his first win, you wish you could make him feel special and that he deserved it. So, you go to bed and wake up on the day of the GP!

{Reader's POV}

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or sad right now. Oscar Piastri just won his first race in Formula One and in his second season. That was such a proud moment until you remember the actual shit McLaren pulled on their drivers. I had been watching the race today, Oscar was pretty good in the beginning and being his fan I obviously hoped that this was the race he finally got his first win. But after the pit stop and Lando leading I didn't think possible; until I heard the radio message. I had mixed feelings. I rejoiced watching Oscar cross the chequered flag. But then I heard his message, apologising. It broke my heart into a million tiny pieces. But what could I do? My voice would be a tiny whisper in the sea. I shut my TV off, not in the mood to watch any of the post race stuff; because I felt bad for Lando too. I couldn't bear sitting through the interviews. So, I made myself some dinner, watched a rom-com to get my mind of things and went to bed, earlier than usual. I would deal with my emotions tomorrow.

Now when you normally sleep, you expect to wake up in your own bed, as an adult at least. When you were kids, that was a different story. My eyes were adjusting to the dimly lit room and a figure in front of me, walking around the room as quietly as possible. The room looked like a hotel room and the figure in front of me was Oscar Piastri. "Oscar" I said out loud. "baby, did I wake you up?" he asked like a deer caught in headlight. "No" I replied tentatively. Was this a dream? Was I this sad that this is how I was coping? "What's the time?" I asked reaching for the lamp. "It's 6 am. I'm gonna get some exercise done before I head to the paddock" he said while tying up his shoe lace. "I'll come with you when you leave for the paddock" I stated; scared to be alone where ever I was. "Sure babe" he replied, striding up to my side of the bed, leaning down and leaving a peck on my lips before whispering a bye against my lips and heading out.

My brain had short circuited. Oscar Piastri kissed me and called me terms of endearment. This has to be a dream but those pink lips were so real, warm and slightly dry and peeling. The way his hand cupped my cheek when he pecked me, the warmth still lingering against my skin. I reached for my phone to check what weekend it was; to my surprise it was the Hungarian Grand Prix today. The race Oscar won, maybe I'm here to wrong the right. I quickly showered and got dressed. If I got to be a WAG even for a day, I was gonna enjoy it. I wore a pretty coral midi dress. As I sat there in the room waiting for Oscar to return, a smile etched on my face as I went through my gallery.

We had been dating for a while, since his F2 days. He was all the bit romantic as I imagined him to be. My parents loved him, his parents loved me. This felt like a fairytale. There was one problem, Oscar would probably know that I was someone else and not his 'girlfriend'. I don't know how this version of me acted. The jig would be up so soon.

Oscar walked through the room, all sweaty and red from the work out. "Lemme shower and then we'll get breakfast" he said not even looking up while taking his shoes off. The moment his eyes travelled up from my legs to my face, a smirk plastered across his face. "You look gorgeous" he said almost breathless. I couldn't help but giggle. "You look hot" I replied. "Only for you" he shrugged. I felt the heat rise up from my cheeks. "Can't believe I can still get you this flustered, even after so many years" he smiled with amusement. I got up from where I was sat, "You'll get me flustered even when I'm an old lady" I muttered. "That's the plan" he grinned.

A freshly showered Oscar was proving to be the bane of my existence like out of the gym Oscar was. I wanted to jump him, but it didn't feel right and I wasn't taking advantage of him like this. The way to the paddock was filled with casual talk. Who knew Oscar could talk. At the paddock, we greeted the other drivers and fans we saw along the way. The McLaren hospitality was bustling with both pole and P2 starts were McLaren's. I tried to speak to their race engineers to gauge the strategy but I wasn't allowed. I even tried to talk to Lando and Oscar about the race, but they were busy discuss the details amongst themselves to pay much attention. I spent the majority of my time trying to figure out what I was supposed to do to change the scenario. I wanted Oscar to win but not with the mess McLaren created.

As the race progressed, like I had watched it play out. I realised, I wasn't meant to change the process or outcome. I was just here because I hoped and prayed to be able to comfort Oscar and celebrate his win like I hoped he was supposed to enjoy his first win. I watched McLaren fuck it up whilst I stood there next to him. I heard Oscar apologise for the second time, shattering my heart again. I rushed to see Oscar with the staff in tow. Oscar got out of the car and looked around, our eyes met. He came running with his helmet in hand, "I won" he whispered, only for me to hear. "I saw" I replied with tears in my eyes. "I'm so proud of you. You've come so far Oscar. You're the Hungarian Grand Prix winner, don't apologise for your win whatever it may be" I whispered. Oscar's face inches from mine, his eyes glistening with tears at what I said, "I love you, Y/N Y/L/N" he said out loud while wrapping his free arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss was a mixture of tears and sweat, since the two of us had started crying. I cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss, our emotions were all over the place. "Go and get your trophy, I'll wait for you" I said while pulling away from the kiss. "Be right back" he grinned and left to get weighed.

The podium celebration was bitter sweet, but I was not gonna let this over shadow his win and do what I was here for. I quickly got flowers delivered to the hotel and some sweets. I waited for Oscar to be done with the media and stuff while scrolling through my phone. The discourse was on another level, but the pictures of me and Oscar kissing were circulating every where. I wish I could take this back with me. Oscar's mum called and we were on the phone for a while. My parents called us to congratulate him as well. It felt so weird to hear Oscar was my boyfriend.

Oscar found me in his drivers room. "There's my grand prix winner" I stated. Oscar wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up in the process. My hands stabilised myself on his shoulders. "I'm so happy we got to celebrate this together" he mumbled against my skin. "Me too" I muttered. "By the way, your mum called. You should talk to her later" I said urging Oscar to put me down. "Are you angry with me?" he asked, placing me on the ground. "What? no" I replied. "You've been calling me Oscar or nothing at all the whole day. I didn't think much of it before but now you said your mum when you normally say mum" I was caught off guard, "It's nothing like that" I tried to diffuse the situation. "My mum texted me too about your win and yours called. I just wanted to clarify" I said. "Oh" he hummed. "Now, let's go. Let's have a Oscar Piastri worthy celebration" I continued. "Like what" he asked. "Dinner in bed and a movie of your choosing." I answered. "Finally, I get to choose." he laughed.

We got back to the hotel, where there were quite a few flowers. I may have gone over board. We entered the room which looked like a botanical garden at this point. Oscar smiled taking the scene in. "For me" he whispered. "For you" I whispered back. "I wanted to show you how much I love you and how proud of you I was. This is just a small token of my happiness Osc" I said. "You're the reason Lando calls me Osc. Find a new nickname. I don't like sharing it with him. But thank you for this" he remarked. "Sure darling" I announced. He walked through smelling all the flowers. We spent the rest of the night watching a movie Oscar had picked and eating our hearts content.

I was scared to fall asleep, what if I woke up back where I was supposed to be. What if this 'reality' ceased to exist? As my eyes got heavy, keeping them open was a task. Oscar had started succumbing to sleep having switched the TV off. "Thank you for making my day even more special then it was." He mumbled. "Thank you for letting me show how loved and appreciated you are. I love you Oscar. Today, tomorrow and always." I whispered kissing his forehead; letting sleep take me. If I woke up back in my world, so be it. At least I made Oscar's day.

When my eyes opened to the bright sun shining from my window, no Oscar in sight. A silent tear fell from my eye. I wiped it away. Happy that at the very least I was able to heal my heart, and maybe his in another universe.

my heart wanted to write this for a while

[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 4

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 162,823 others

yourusername: AYEEEE wedding day in mc! not the type of content that i usually make but here i am getting married to maxie poo in mc! plz pu 😈💐👰🏻‍♀️

view comments:

user1: rip all ppl who actual believed that this is an ACTUAL wedding LMAO. the biggest joke that she's ever made she is actually executing 🤣🤣🤣

maxverstsappen1: What are you talking about?

maxverstappen1: This IS a real wedding??

maxverstappen1: Huh? I am lost.

user2: out of EVERYONE playing into the joke i didn't expect max to go full on roleplaying mode 💀

maxverstsappen1: I am not roleplaying ❌🤷🏻‍♂️

user3: BYE HE IS SO UNSERIOUSSS 😭😭

yourusername: CANNOT WAIT TO FINALLY MAKE BOO MY BOOOOOOOO

maxverstappen1: 😘😘

user4: aight y/n the jig is up you can STOP COMMENTING FROM UNDER MAX'S ACCOUNT 😀

yourusername: what are you talking about... 🫠😞🔐

landonorris: I am still baffled how you got this man to do so many things, oml...

yourusername: he luv luv luvsss me cuz of my beautiful smile and amazing smexy humor 🥰😌😇🤭🤭🤭

maxverstappen: Oh, okay! Believe what you want!

user5: HE ATE HER UP I FEAR LMFAO

user6: DAMN SAVAGE MAX 😭😭😭

user7: bro im so glad we r getting unhinged max bc of y/n omgghhh 👺👺🤡

user8: BYE i need to see max in full wedding smexy smexy smexy attire UGH pls y/n i beg of u to PLS make him show up in a tux on streammmm 😇🙏🏻👼🏻🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

lmao i lied again, part FIVE i swear will actually include the mc wedding, and for al of y'all's confused, ITS FAKE LMAO they are not actually getting married for reals, just for funsies (shout out to my moots for letting me know this bit was a tad confusing 😭)

i'll see if i can get part five out tmr afternoon or evening!

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can you please do this but with Ruggie and Leona?

Courting Rituals w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Ruggie Bucci

Mating rituals for hyenas are very…tense

Females are aggressive and violent

For males there's a lot of submission and fear that goes into the mating process

Naturally he’s not supposed to be all that dominant when dating anyway

But you’re so clueless and totally unaware he might have to help you get the hint

There are three things male hyenas typically do

The cautious steps forward and cautious steps back

Spotted hyena males often do something of a nervous start toward the female before running back 

Kind of like a nervous jig that’s a sure fire sign of their intentions

Whether or not the females actually see it they do it

Which rings just as true for Ruggie 

“Oh wow, Ruggie your sharing with me?”

“Yeah don’t get to hung up on it. I’m just being a good senpai.” No he’s not

Or when Ruggie unexpectedly shares some of his food with you

And right after that he doesn’t talk to you for the longest time

Those are his steps but you won’t notice

You’ve got so many friends 

He hates it really

Next is another round of testing the waters

Now this testing of the waters–or more accurately your boundaries

Starts with crossing his legs in front of you

Something he does casually while speaking to you 

Next is the scratching the ground in front of you

Again you just casually brush off the extra time he spends down there tying your shoe

But now that he’s tested the waters he can finally commence with his final act

Presenting and you accepting

Now this wasn’t the olden days unfortunately

Even without your proper knowledge flashing you wasn’t the right display

So he’d take something close to it 

“Ruggie I really appreciate you inviting me to come swimming with you.”

“Nishishishi it’s no problem! You scratch my back I’ll scratch yours.”

And scratch his you will since he’s wearing a tight speedo

And he purposely planned for this after all

Made sure grim and company we’re too busy 

And Leona away on some trip 

Now for your acceptance

Again he has to be slick you’re so far from a typical hyena beast woman 

You just don’t know that bending over and parting your legs is the ultimate sign

The go ahead he needs

“Hey (Y/n), I need your help with something! My goggles fell into this rabbit hole.”

“What why don’t you do it?”

“Heh? I thought you were nice!” 

“Fine fine. Just make sure I don’t fall in the ground looks pretty unstable.”

“But of course!"

He’s holding your waist tight as you  bend over

Its the way it will be from now on

Your his mate now 

And any violence he does in your name is completely justified 

Leona Kingscholar

Lion’s have very basic mating rituals 

That aren’t really worried heavily on being impressive or not 

Its snuffing out competition 

Yes, powerful roars and a large dark mane is just as alluring

But it means nothing if your intended mate is occupied

Like with another male or with a child of another

So that’s what Leona’s worried about

Worried about the way you so easily interrupt your time together to deal with Grim

“Sorry Leona, if I don’t go home now the rest of the night is going to be a nightmare!”

“Then why don’t you stay here, then.”

“Thanks but Grim gets fussy if I'm not there.”

The urge to revert to his ancestor’s behavior is strong

But he’d rather not deal with you fighting him so he’ll invest in making Grim a little ally speedbump

A few plates of gourmet fish and suddenly Grim is willing to mess up any other rivals of his 

And that pleases him….for awhile

But you still mention Grim when you two are talking or cuddling 

It makes him sick

So a deal with Azul or paid underhanded deal and suddenly Grim’s not your problem anymore

And when you come crying to him he’ll soothe you but he won’t feel remorseful

You won’t feel to bad if he gives you a cub or two of your own

[comatosebunny09]

eat | r. kyojuro

summary: sometimes, you forget to.

genres: fluff, humor

cw: language, suggestive, short

He knows.

He fucking knows. Of course, he always does. As if he has a radar explicitly tuned to you, alerting him whenever you fall into a pit of melancholy.

‘Darling,’ your smartwatch reads on your wrist. You ignore it, though the blue glow is distracting in your peripheral. You squint against its brilliance, a migraine blooming on the horizon.

You’ll get to him when you can. Work looms over your shoulders—due outs from a meeting that utterly reamed you. You’d like to leave before the sun sets, so you must update this slideshow now.

A minute skates by before another buzz to your wrist, and—

“What, Kyo?” you grouse, frustration clinging to your features. You don’t mean to lash out. You haven’t had the chance to eat yet; your stomach is tying itself in knots.

‘Have you eaten, my love?’ reads another message. He knows you better than anyone. You can hear the low gravel of his voice, petering with concern. Envision his brows furrowing and his lips forming into a frown.

He worries about you, the gnarling feeling in your gut growing tenfold. You hate when he does this. He has his own set of issues to battle with each day—the life of a college professor isn’t without its drawbacks.

You sigh, your lip pulled between your teeth. Debate on whether to tell him the truth. Not in the mood for another lecture, having had enough of it from your superiors.

Turning off your watch's display, the furious clacking of your keyboard inhabits the empty office anew. You’ll eat. You promise. Just have to get through one more—

‘My love.’ He’s insistent, your watch aglow with his name flanked by flaming hearts. You sigh defeatedly, expanding his message.

‘I know that you are ignoring me. And I know that you have yet to eat. I can practically hear your stomach from here.’

As if on cue, your stomach murmurs its discontent. You pat your traitorous belly, a pout taking possession of your lips.

‘You don’t know me,’ you haughtily scrawl back.

Kyo’s response is instantaneous, drawing a snort from your nose. ‘Why, I know you like the back of my hand, darling! Which is why I had a tasty meal delivered to your desk!’

The look on your face is quizzical. You roll your shoulders, averting your attention to your monitor. He’s pulling your leg. Has to be. Yet, when a distant rustling sound cuts through the stillness of the office, you sit ramrod stiff in your chair. Using your notebook as a shield, you duck behind it as the crinkling grows nearer.

A wood-grilled scent invades your nostrils, followed by footsteps rounding your desk. Drawn out by the savory aroma, you peer atop your book at the source of it. To your surprise, a portly man holds a tied, white bag in his stubby hands towards you.

“UberEats order for Misses…” He studies your name scribbled on the receipt whilst slowly working out the consonants of it.

“Uh…thank…you?” you say, warily accepting the bag. The driver disappears as quickly as he came, leaving you at the mercy of your infuriated tummy.

It smells divine, permeating through the plastic, condensation already collecting on it. Saliva puddles in your cheeks whilst you eye the offending bag.

Your smartwatch chimes again. The assertiveness of your husband’s voice shines even through his text. ‘Eat, my love. Work can wait. Your well-being cannot.’

You need no more permission, tearing into the bag with zero abandon. You waste no time digging your fork into your favorite meal, appreciative tears gathering in your lashes. Between shoveling food into your mouth, you take out your phone to punch in a ‘thank you 🥹🥹🥹’ to your husband.

Whilst you do a happy jig, hearts swarming like a halo overhead, your phone vibrates on your desk with a notification. You cheerily retrieve it, not at all prepared for what awaits you on the screen. You choke, heat spilling across your skin as you pound on your chest to dislodge food from your trachea.

‘You must replenish your strength! You will need it for the evening I have planned for you. 😏’

The photo of spreader bars and a flogger adorning your bedsheets was a bit much, wasn’t it?

[mirandyficlists]

do you happen to have a list of fics where andy has a close relationship with the twins? ty!

Hey Nonnie, I don't have that specifically but I do have one called Twincentric fics. But I think I may re jig some lists for a more specific category.

Twin centric or Extended Family fun Mirandy fics

1 + 1 = Windows by Three Guesses  http://threeguesses.livejournal.com/2250.html#cutid1

8 Simple Rules for Dating My Mother by MadamePresident  https://archiveofourown.org/works/746763/chapters/1392498

A Brief Visit to Haddenfield by Chillyflame  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12163503

A Little Help by Listener15  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6589274/1/A_Little_Help

A Mother Knows by JH728  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7425228/1/A_Mother_Knows

A Mother’s Love by devildream69 http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2013/02/12/

A Survey  by wordsalad  https://archiveofourown.org/works/2274879

A Week in Ohio by Privatesmile  http://privatesmile.livejournal.com/11429.html

Big Girls by writetherest   https://archiveofourown.org/works/923140

Blue Hair by silentrevyrie  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/850764.html#cutid1

Caroline Asks Andy What Cougars are.  By Fictorium  http://fictorium.tumblr.com/

Checking It Twice by Punky96  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13189926

Children Will Listen by minimiranda08 http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/18295.html#cutid1

Cosmic Connection by MirandaMeryl https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5982860/1/Cosmic_Connection

Eighth Night (Sequel to Light up the Night) by xvnot15  https://archiveofourown.org/works/21928012

Falling Twins by cobblestonepath https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2004388.html#cutid1

Family Traditions by twitchwick a Wake the Muse prompt response.  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1865985.html?page=5#comments

Four Corners by Chilly flame. A twin pov BRILLIANT fic.  http://archiveofourown.org/works/1039309/chapters/2073686

Get it?  by writershapeholeonthedoor https://archiveofourown.org/works/21390577

Give My Regards to Runway by jennedyjld  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5859902/1/Give_My_Regards_To_Runway

Happy Returns by mxrolkr  http://archiveofourown.org/works/210115

Home Alone By Writtensword   I have the fic

Home For Christmas Elfjet  http://ralst.com/HomeForChristmasDWP.HTM

Hot Chocolate and Pillow Talk  by TeenyBirdy  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13369233

Howl at the Moon by Chillyflame  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12163509

If You Give a Journalist a Donut by writetherest http://archiveofourown.org/works/923192

Into the Fire & Deeper Into the Fire by Ginstan  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6565287/1/Into_the_Fire

It’s a Life Anyway by Hayseed http://hayseed-42.livejournal.com/52447.html

Jigsaw by Beachbum  http://beachbum3668.tripod.com/foxfireandmoonlight/jigmain.html

Lessons by inloveninhate  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4479960/1/Lessons

Light Up the Night by well me, xvnot15  https://archiveofourown.org/works/5494721

Lucky Girls by Ginstan/ Ginakasarahsmom  http://akasarahsmom.livejournal.com/33782.html#cutid1

Lucky Woman by Tkeitback  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1176108.html#cutid1

Minimii by luckyirishgirl  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4995884/1/MiniMii

Murphy’s Law by Cruella Miranda https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5824713/1/Murphys_Law

New Glasses by Punky96 http://96-the-fic.livejournal.com/75117.html#cutid1

Out of the Mouths of Babes by mxrolkr http://archiveofourown.org/works/209845

Parasitic Plant by MirandaMinerva  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5391651/1/Parasitic_Plant

Second Chance by Mxrolkr  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1256762.html#cutid1

Sharp Relief by Chillyflame  http://archiveofourown.org/works/2672990/chapters/5976701

Snow’s Not the Only Thing Falling by Girlie girl 23  http://archiveofourown.org/works/923131

Someone To Trust by Amles80  http://amles80.livejournal.com/18406.html

Stealing Sunshine (No Matter the Milesverse) by Grdnofeverything  http://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/226139.html

Sweet Like Chocolate by Heart’s Assassin  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13378758/chapters/30640833

The Best at What they Do by cobblestonepath  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1995720.html#cutid1

The Camp Fire by Czallis  http://czallis.livejournal.com/1221.html

The Creator by Jazwriterhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/23899795/chapters/57461752

The Truth by Jazwriter https://archiveofourown.org/works/23887549/chapters/57426694

Your Wish Will Soon Come True by writetherest  http://archiveofourown.org/works/923135

Not Centrally about the twins but contain excellent sections with them.

A (Not Exactly) Storybook Romance by writetherest  http://archiveofourown.org/works/923207/chapters/1793725

It’s All Relative by Hawkbehere http://archiveofourown.org/works/5884348/chapters/13561771

The Butter Did It by mxrolkr  http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/1199438.html#cutid1

The “Like” series by Ginstan  http://ralst.com/LikeAndrea.HTM

Extended nuclear family post getting together

A Conversation by Wordsalad http://archiveofourown.org/works/1369855

A Mother Knows by jah728http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7425228/1/A_Mother_Knows

Miranda’s Runway (And all the little fics after) by jehc  http://archiveofourown.org/series/107369

No Matter the Miles by grdnofevrything http://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/?skip=40&tag=user%3A%20grdnofevrythng

A Few of my Favourite Things (more No Matter the Milesverse) http://grdnofevrythng.livejournal.com/205071.html

Darkest of Days by Quiethearted ***warning Character death…but after along loving life.*** http://fsac.shatterstorm.net/yule2012/entries/06.html

The Question of Hate by Brithna  https://archiveofourown.org/works/481152

Harper’s First Day (sequel to Question of Hate) by Brithna https://archiveofourown.org/works/481156

Silly Andy by Fanchiction http://fanchiction.livejournal.com/5143.html#cutid1

[fruit-sy]

SPOILERS FOR ELATION 1 IN SWARM SIMULATED UNIVERSE!!

FINALLY AFTER 2 WEEKS OF GRINDING I FINALLY GOT THE ELATION ENCOUNTER!!! RAAH THE THINGS I DO FOR LORE-

^ HOLY SHIT IT'S. THEM!!!!

Picking the second option gives a more cute answer :]]

Anyways, cough, Ahavili crumbs anyone? 👀👀

Also don't mind the next screenshot showing the first option-

^ I can't decide if this is a 4th wall break or not ajdkajsh- Is Aha referring to SimUni as the "game", or are they referring to HSR the game? Maybe I'm overthinking this, but the fact they mentioned "account" just sticks out to me for some reason 👀

^ Huh, I wonder what Aha has to do with Ena... I tried looking through the Ena encounter and I still can't really wrap around why Aha would want to help them

^ Hoh, HOHOHOHHHAJAHAH

"Fake Akivili" you say? 👁👁 OOOO SHIVERS HAHAHAHAHS

Alright, the jig is up let's talk then!

SCREWLLUM BBGIRL ILY TY FOR THINKING OF MY SAFETY BUT PLEASE LET ME TALK TO THEM MORE NOOOOOOOOOO

We immediately get the "Cosmic big lotto" and "interastral big lotto" curios after this 👀

The rest of Herta's dialogue for anyone curious :

The first domain of the next plane is affected by Aha's "Disrupt" effect!

Drats... You'll have to pay attention later. Oh well, just think of it as humoring them, I suppose.

Anyways, THIS WAS SO FUN!!! HOLY SHIT I REMEMBER SMILING EXCITEDLY JUST REAIDNG THROUGH THIS LIKE AKSJMXKAB THE SILLY!!!!

Again, this reinforces just how self aware Aha is as an Aeon that it's ingrained into who they are. Their mere simulation is capable of ignoring and manipulating genius society code! For all I know, they might have already known they're in HSR The Game.

They're up to something devious, and I can't wait to be at the other end of the punchline!

[morning-star-joy]

a stranger's heart without a home Chapter 18 Secret Scene

Pairing: Joel and Tommy talking about Joel x F!Reader

Scene Summary: Tommy finally fucking figures it out.

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Language, Brief Argument, Angst, Joel Pines for Reader

A/N: Ty guys for 400 followers!!! <3

Wordcount: 1.5k

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ao3 link

Joel’s hands shook as he buttoned up the flannel, taking the steps two at a time just to turn away whoever was knocking so he could get back up to where he had left her.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” he snapped, his irritation at the unfortunate timing bleeding into his voice as he walked up to the door.

When he realized how his fingers were trembling, he pressed them against his jeans, flattening them against the fabric and taking a deep breath to steady himself before swinging open the door to see who was there.

At the sight of his brother’s face peering back at him, Joel felt like ice water poured into his veins. His entire body froze up while he stared blankly at Tommy, who arched a brow, glancing up and down Joel before holding up a tin in his hand.

“Tea,” he said simply, something in his eyes making Joel shift awkwardly under that gaze. “From the greenhouses. It’s a new kind, so I figured I’d drop some off, just in case you run out of coffee.”

“Right,” Joel nodded, still not moving out of the way until Tommy gestured past him.

“You gonna let me in?”

Joel stiffened further at the expectant question, though he finally shifted so his brother could get past him into the house. Letting the door fall shut, he turned to follow Tommy, sending an anxious glance behind his back towards the staircase when they passed it on the way to the kitchen.

Tommy was making idle chit-chat, talking about how popular the dance had been and how Maria was starting to come up with ideas for some kind of winter holiday party, but there was an edge to his tone that made Joel almost nervous. Once they were in the kitchen, he took the tin from Tommy, moving towards the stove to make some of the tea in an automatic manner.

When he turned towards where he kept his mugs, Joel froze again, realizing that there were already mugs set out on the counter, waiting to be used.

Two of them.

One brown, and the other a dark, russet orange—another new mug that he had picked up on patrol recently.

Suddenly, her words from a couple months before filtered through his mind:

Somebody came in after you left. They saw your mug and—

Joel moved towards the mugs quicker than he wanted to, having to force himself to slow down as he reached out to grab them. He tried to act casual, to pretend like it was no big deal, even as he heard the sharp intake of breath from Tommy behind him and could only think shit, shit, shit.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy muttered, and Joel winced, his back still turned to his brother from how he was facing the counter and no, shit, god fucking dammit—“It’s you, isn’t it?”

For a moment, Joel considered trying to play dumb, even though he knew the jig was finally up. 

Hell, if they were breaking their rules, might as well break that one too, right?

“Tommy—”

“It’s you,” he said again, and Joel finally turned, looking at his brother straight-on to see all the shock and confusion swirl in his eyes, along with a look of final, complete understanding. Then, with a disbelieving laugh, Tommy rambled, “Fucking hell, you—”

“Tommy—” Joel tried to interrupt, to try and explain even though he knew he couldn’t, but it was no use.

“How long?”

Joel winced, leaning back with his hand placed on the counter beside him to steady himself. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt guilt wash over him for keeping this a secret for so long.

When he didn’t respond right away, Tommy repeated, with a small hint of either annoyance or anger now, “How long have you and my best friend been—”

“Alright,” Joel interrupted on a harsh exhale, opening his eyes again with his free hand raising to gesture for Tommy to stop his verbal attack. “Let me—”

“What, explain?” Tommy cut him off again, and Joel felt his own irritation rising. He hadn’t forgotten that she was upstairs, and for all her respect for privacy, he had the pervasive fear that she was listening to some or all of this conversation take place. “How are you going to explain that you’ve been fucking somebody incredibly dear to me for months?”

“It’s not—”

“Don’t tell me it’s not what it seems,” Tommy barked before Joel could finish what he was actually going to say, and something in Joel snapped. “When you’ve been doing something like this for this long, you can’t say it’s just sex.”

He raised his hand to smack it back down against the counter again, sharply interrupting Tommy’s onslaught as he said harshly, “Goddammit, Tommy, it’s not just—”

When he realized exactly what he was going to say, what he was going to admit, a flare of fear suddenly silenced Joel. He shifted on his feet, his eyes locked with his brother’s for a moment before he jerked his head away, leaning heavily back against the counter when he heard Tommy slowly exhale.

“Holy shit,” Tommy whispers under his breath, and Joel’s eyes squeeze shut as he hears his brother realize what he had realized himself a while ago, something that was only further confirmed by what had happened last night and this morning. “You…”

Joel’s hand pressed hard against the counter before he pushed himself up. He turned, arms crossing as he leaned against it, fully facing Tommy even as he stared stubbornly at the ground once he opened his eyes again.

After a long stretch of silence that felt more understanding than accusatory, Tommy started to ask quietly, “Does she…?”

He trailed off before finishing his question, but Joel sighed quietly as he understood what went unspoken.

“I don’t presume to know what she feels,” he murmured, not able to help but reel a bit at how odd this felt to actually talk about it—with Tommy, of all people.

He had fully expected Tommy to have a full meltdown when he found out—and, yeah, he basically did start having one, but it had stopped abruptly when he caught just a hint of Joel’s true feelings on the matter.

When Joel looked back up, there was no more hint of judgment or anger at the situation. There was only a strange look of what was almost sympathy that was somehow both aggravating and calming to see.

“You haven’t talked to her about it?” Tommy asked quietly, and Joel couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, which Tommy winced at before muttering, “Yeah, what am I saying. You’re a couple of emotionally constipated idiots, of course you haven’t talked about it.”

Joel stared at the tea that he hadn’t even been able to start making, ignoring Tommy’s close observation until he spoke again.

“Well, I wanted to strangle you and give you a stern talking to not to break her heart,” Tommy said on a heavy sigh, and Joel turned back to see his brother push a hand through his hair in what was a reflex from worry before he finished, “but somehow I get the sense you wouldn’t be the one breaking hearts.”

Joel took a slow, deep breath, his gaze snapping back to fix stubbornly on nothing, anything but his brother at the quiet comment. It hit a little too close to home, given how she had been trying to make a quick getaway before he woke up this morning.

“It doesn’t matter,” Joel said quietly, finally lifting his gaze to meet Tommy’s again, his conviction resolute as he adds, “Whatever she wants. It’s up to her.”

Tommy’s expression wavered, his brows furrowing as he let out a sharp exhale.

“Goddamn, big brother,” he mutters quietly, shaking his head slowly with a look of what was almost disbelief. “You got it bad.”

“Shut up,” Joel muttered, finally taking a few steps forward to gently, but firmly, nudge Tommy back towards the hallway. “If you’re done interrogating me, I’d like to catch a few more winks of sleep.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, giving a huff of annoyance before he complied, the two brothers moving back towards the front door without another word exchanged until they reached it.

“Joel, listen,” Tommy said gently, almost too gently for Joel’s liking, and he stiffened until the familiar, comforting pat on his shoulder made him relax again. “If you need to talk, or anything—”

“Yeah, I know,” Joel sighed, giving a look that said he was grateful for the gesture before opening the door. “Now get out.”

Tommy laughed, shaking his head as he ambled out onto the porch, lifting a hand to wave with a brighter, “Adios, asshole.”

With a roll of his eyes, Joel let the door swing closed, waiting for his brother’s footsteps to recede fully before allowing himself to deflate.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a few deep breaths, recomposing himself before turning back to the staircase, mentally preparing himself for everything to immediately go downhill before he went back to where he always wanted to be.

[immeasurablesaladagere]

I hope school is going well! I really love your writing. Would you consider writing regressor wilson trying to hide his regression from house? Since he's bad at asking for help and all. Thanks for sharing what you do, have a hot cocoa <3 ☕

School is good. Busy haha, apparently everything happens in October. Ty for the cocoa, it's finally getting chilly! ❄️

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Word Count: 1087

Summery: Wilson slips while he’s baking one of his mother’s cookie recipes and doesn’t want to ask House for help. That is, until the cookies come out ruined and he has no idea why.

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One tablespoon of baking soda. Or was it a teaspoon? 

Wilson glanced back at the recipe. Whoops. He quickly poured most of the baking soda back into the container and dumped the rest into the cookie dough he almost just ruined.It hadn’t been his first close-call, either. First with the sugar, then the vanilla. By now he knew his mother’s recipe by heart, he had no idea why his measurements were all over the place tonight.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true.

The memories of being young, standing on his toes to help his mother bake warm chocolate chip cookies had been nudging him towards slipping since he took the recipe book out of the cupboard, like they had an embarrassing tendency to do. He swore that every time he pulled out the cookbook he ended up regressed in some capacity. It just had too much nostalgia attached to it. Thanksgiving stuffing, the gingersnaps his family had around Christmas time… 

He shook the thoughts out of his head. Nope. Hot stove to use, no slipping right now. Technically he knew he could ask House for help if he really wanted to be small, he was just in the living room watching the hospital drama he loved to hate and would probably agree to take over the oven mitts, but the recipe was basically done anyway, and he didn’t need any help. Despite the few recipe misunderstandings, the batter looked fine enough. Maybe a little more wet than it should be, but it would work itself out in the oven, probably. So in went the cookies, extra carefully, for twelve minutes while he worked on the dishes.

The fuzzy feeling got a little stronger as he watched the timer tick down over his shoulder while he washed the bowls, and by the time one minute remained, he was impatiently rocking on his heels for the beep.

Beeeeeeeep.

Wilson eagerly put on the mitts and opened the oven door, but his smile fell when he saw his… “cookies”. They were completely flat, like puddles of kind-of baked soup with chocolate chips awkwardly sticking out of them. The outside edges were crispy like crackers, but the middles were still wet. 

He gently took out the pan and set it on the stove. A few of the puddles spread around and made an even bigger mess. He stared sadly at the cookies. What happened?

House walked into the kitchen behind him. “Good evening, Wilson. I’m here to claim my cookie-tax.” He said, fingers already waggling to snatch a cookie, then he stopped when he saw the pan. “Never mind. What happened, did you eat the raw cookie dough and throw up on the pan?”

Wilson’s cheeks turned bright red. He was still trying to find out what he did wrong. He thought he did everything right. “…’dunno.” 

“I mean seriously, did you even add flower to these?” House asked incredulously, poking one of the cookie puddles, “‘Tastes fine. Maybe stick to doctoring, though. Ask mommy to make you some the next time you visit.”

But he was supposed to be able to do it by himself now. A quiet sniffle slipped out before he could stop it, and instantly the jig was up. House gave him that knowing look and Wilson groaned in frustration, turned around, and bonked his head against the door of the fridge.

House snorted. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic. I would’ve found out anyway, you know that.”

He did. House always knew, and Wilson didn’t think that was fair at all.

“Now, do you want me to help you remake these, or do you want to do some good old-fashioned giving up and watch the doctor show with me?”

Wilson thought about it. He didn’t want to do all the steps and then wait for them to bake again, but he did want cookies, and if House helped, they might be good this time. So he nodded and pushed the recipe towards House.

“Cool. Can I get an age? I want to know how much helping I actually need to do.”

He shrugged. He thought he felt big enough to do it before, but apparently he was wrong, so maybe he was smaller?

“Okay, how about this. Can you crack an egg without getting any shells in my cookies?”

He could probably do that. If he was careful. He nodded.

“Excellent. Fetch me the ingredients, it’s time to undo all your hard work.”

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Ten minutes later, a new batch of cookies were in the oven, much more solid than his first attempt. Wilson sat on the floor, dutifully watching the cookies through the yellow stove light to make sure nothing went wrong this time.

House stuck the batter spoon in his mouth and wiped his hands on a dishtowel. “You gonna watch those the whole time?”

Wilson nodded. 

“Okay. Lemme know if anything interesting happens, then. I’m going back to my show.”

And for another twelve minutes, Wilson watched their cookies diligently as they spread out and got all soft and puffy.

Beeeeeeeep.

He jumped up and grabbed the oven mitts, impatiently shoving them into House’s hands when he finally came back.

“Alright, alright, relax. I’ve only got one hand to work with, here.”

The cookies were perfect. House had reminded him to use an ice cream scoop for the batter, so they were perfectly round, they looked soft and chewy, and most importantly, not like soup. Wilson smiled widely and reached for one. 

House smacked his hand away lightly. “I know I’m usually a cookie-stealing advocate but those are hot, and I can’t have your burnt tongue on my conscience.” Wilson pouted at him. “Tell you what, I’ll put some on a plate, and we’ll watch the doctor show while they cool down. Will you stop pouting if I do that?”

He would. 

“Great.” House used a fork to plate four cookies, two for each of them, and they both settled in front of the TV where a boy and girl doctor were arguing about something. “Oh, Carol you’re such a bitch…” He heard House mumble under his breath. Wilson didn’t get it.

Once the cookies were cool enough, House handed him one and he took a big bite. They were warm and chewy, just like his mother made them when he was little. He looked at House. “Thank you.” He mumbled.

House nodded and shoved half of his own cookie into his mouth. “Don’t worry about it. You can repay me with more cookies later.”

[fangbangerghoul]

Fleeting Pleasures Masterpost

Tw: 18+, MDNI, violence, cursing, drug use, degradation, interrogation, murder

WC: 62,721

Chapter 1: Hemostasis

This timeline takes place somewhere in between the previous works: Settling with the Stars and Cellar Door. Our main character is learning to live a life where her past no longer has to burden them and what life means to them. They have to decide between a future with no limits or a future with stability. (Delgado, Sam Coe, MC love triangle)

Chapter 2: Hemostasis pt 2

Tensions increase as characters do not see eye to eye like they used to. Main character struggles to feel respected by her crewmates while some of them desperately just try to reconnect with MC.

Chapter 3: The Key pt 1

It has now been a couple of months since our main character has last seen or contacted her friends. What has life on the Key had in store for them? Tw: cannon violence, blood, drug and alcohol use, sexual suggestions

Chapter 4: The Key pt 2

The murder and mayhem of living on The Key can has its benefits and its disadvantages. What does this do to our main character? Tw: cannon violence, blood, drug and alcohol use, sexual suggestions

Chapter 5: Get 'Em Cowboy

It's been two months since the main character's crew members have seen her in person. What lengths will Sam and Andreja go to, to find their captain? What has Delgado found out about his Fleet members?

Chapter 6: Quien eres tu

Our main character is at her wits end and soon the jig is going to be up. This might be her end on The Key. TW: CNC, Smut, roughness, interrogation

Chapter 7: No Rest for the Wicked

Ghoul has confessed her sins to Delgado while Andreja and Sam finally have a real lead to bring themselves closer to their captain. Our characters stories are getting closer to tying back together once again and wow there are some misconceptions for both parties.

Chapter 8: Ascensionism

A whirlwind of emotions takes our characters to situations never imagined by any of them. Sam, Ghoul, Delgado. Tw: cannon violence, blood

Chapter 9: bad decisions

The aftermath of chapter 8 and how the characters are preparing themselves to move forward.

Chapter 10: Oops I Did It Again

Time is no longer linear for our characters and is moving at an alarming rate. The choices they make will decide the nearing end.

Chapter 11: Got Lost in the Game

The FINAL chapter of the Fleeting Pleasures series. It is the end of an era for Ghoul, Sam, and Delgado.

THANK YOU so much for all the readers who have subscribed, bookmarked, left kudos, commented, and stuck with this journey to the end! Your support has meant the world and I appreciate every lovely thing anyone has ever said about my story. I poured my heart, soul, and blood into this thing.

[bibibi-tchx]

When Judgement Day segments get us stressed, let's just think of silly goofy things instead. Like Dom and fam doing silly little warm ups before acting!

SILLY LIL WARM UPS INDEED!!!

okay im doing with dom what my debate coach does with me specifically, but we’ll do sm speech warm ups WHILST doing a jig

like damian will start to hold dominiks hands, going up and down whilst mouthing something so simple, but words that dominik might not be able to say

“m&m!” over and over from the pair of them like its some sort of ritual, and although dominik is getting all giggly, he knows why his papi his doing it

then, (i hate it when she does it, but i think theres video evidence of me doing it with her and i am visibly happy) they’ll do worm arms, with damian trying to get dominik to remember his lines, and his own

the reasoning behind it is that its a silly thing, and therefore dom (or me in the basis) will remember it a lot more easier

dominik’s favourite exercise is when damian will blow his face up like a pufferfish, and then he’ll blow a raspberry to dominik when dominik gets a line correct, sticking with the whole “silly billy more easy to remember!”

and, in usual dame dom fashion, they’ll do their own jig to an old 2000s song, bcus thats just their thing

ty neko <3 stay safe yall!!!

[secret-sadist-somnophiles-stuff]

Big Carl goes down hard #2

Carl is the type of man that attracts female and male attention. A big bear of a man with a body honed by physical work, he nonetheless had a childish innocence and was duped easily. Carl's apartment was located in a building in an up and coming part of town. That said there were always issues of some sort or another, particularly with the utilities.  The super, Roger was luckily always on hand to sort Carl's water issues – of course, Roger was out of his mind horny for Carl and engineered better than 80% of the problems to spend time in his company.

Carl called Roger with yet another faucet issue and Roger dropped by just as Carl was getting ready for a night on the town with the new tenants in 6C. Roger raged internally – he already know from his  spying that the new tenants swung wide and once they had hands on Carl, Carl wouldn’t look twice Rogers way. Tonight would have to be the night. Rogers mind flew into jealous overdrive, and as he heard Carls shower running, Roger disconnected the electrical supply, and crossed the cables with the metal piping in Carls apartment, electrifying the water supply. It wasn’t long before there was a heavy meaty thud, and Roger took the stairs five steps at a time to the master bedroom.

There on the floor of the shower lay Carl, dripping wet, unconscious and helpless. Roger almost danced a jig of joy, turned back downstairs and righted the electrical supply, safely, before almost sailing back upstairs on a horny cloud.

Carl still lay unconscious where he had fallen heavily. Roger couldn’t believe his luck. Fuck the stud looked good. Trembling, Roger manhandled his prize. Then he dried Carl off with a towel, lingering where he wanted to, and then secured Carl’s body with rope from his pickup, and laid the stud out on the first floor foyer sofa, tying him securely to the banister. He played with Carls cock until it was rigid, and then milked his dick until Carls brain switched on, and he began to recover, his mind a confused mess as the super worked over his body edging him mercilessly, and the need to cum was paramount. But .. uhh - his head still hurt bad somehow and the room spun and he couldn't get a damn clear look at the bastard milking his hard cock.

Means, motive and opportunity. Always be prepared.

So - the league of purity and decency judged Ole Carl's penis to be the source of all evil in the world, and some old lady in 'Bama was gonna lose some shut eye because of it. Bible thumpers love their fig leaves, so let's see if these fig leaves spare them and Carl their blushes ...