#just a new logo for their ranch

[acesammy]

I made a very cool gate panel at work today and yknow what? maybe i do still like Making Things for a living

[hurriane23456]

From Ranch to Runway

Jack adjusted his cowboy hat as he stepped into the small bungalow, feeling the heat of the day still clinging to his clothes. His suitcase thudded onto the bed, the dust from his boots already leaving faint tracks on the tiled floor. This was supposed to be a change of pace—a week away from the ranch, the jeans, the plaid shirts, and the routine. He was ready for sandy beaches and lazy afternoons, but as he unzipped his suitcase, his plans came to a screeching halt.

The contents weren’t his.

Instead of denim and flannel, the bag was filled with bold, oversized pieces, vibrant graphics, and textures he’d never encountered before. Hoodies with surreal artwork splashed across them, baggy cargo pants, sneakers so pristine they looked like they belonged in a museum, and accessories—chains, caps, and even a pair of chunky sunglasses.

“What in the…” Jack muttered, pulling out a neon-green sweatshirt that felt plush and heavy in his hands. A tag on the inside confirmed it—Not His. His heartbeat quickened. The wrong bag.

At first, frustration bubbled up. He’d have to call the airline, track down his own stuff, and deal with the hassle. But as he held up a pair of black joggers with reflective stripes running down the sides, a flicker of curiosity replaced his irritation. He couldn’t help but wonder—what would it feel like to wear something so different from his usual look?

He glanced around the empty bungalow, his lips quirking into a mischievous grin. Nobody was here to see him.

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The first piece he tried was a pair of joggers. The material was lightweight and silky, nothing like the stiff denim he was used to. They hung loose around his legs but tapered at the ankles, giving him a strange mix of comfort and style. He paired them with the neon sweatshirt, which draped over him in an oversized fit. The bright color was almost absurd against his sun-weathered skin, but as he caught his reflection in the mirror, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Not bad,” he murmured, tugging at the cuffs of the sweatshirt. It was softer than anything he’d worn before, like being wrapped in a cloud.

Next, he slid his feet into a pair of sneakers—sleek, white, and futuristic-looking, with thick soles and intricate stitching. He’d never owned anything so clean in his life, but they fit like a glove. As he walked across the room, he felt an unfamiliar bounce in his step.

---

Jack dove deeper into the bag. He pulled out a black hoodie with a bold graphic of a tiger snarling across the chest. The fabric was thick and warm, with a lined hood that he pulled up over his head. He found matching black cargo pants, their pockets lined with zippers and straps. As he slid them on, he noticed how the fabric felt rugged but surprisingly lightweight, with just enough stretch to move easily.

Then there were the accessories. A silver chain necklace gleamed in the dim light. Jack hesitated but eventually draped it around his neck, feeling its weight settle against his chest. There was a cap, too, with a flat brim and an embroidered logo he didn’t recognize. He adjusted it on his head, tilting it slightly to the side.

The transformation was surreal. The cowboy who’d rolled into town a few hours ago was gone. In his place was someone new—someone edgier, bolder, and just a little bit rebellious.

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As the night wore on, Jack tried on every combination the suitcase had to offer. There was a pair of wide-leg jeans with distressed patches that felt like a second skin, paired with a cropped puffer jacket in a striking shade of orange. There was a graphic tee with abstract designs and a matching pair of patterned shorts that fell just above his knees.

Each piece was a revelation. The fabrics—soft, stretchy, and breathable—were unlike anything he’d worn before. The cuts and fits challenged everything he thought he knew about comfort and style. And the colors, from deep purples to electric blues, seemed to radiate energy.

But it wasn’t just about the clothes. With every outfit, Jack felt a shift in himself. He walked differently, stood taller, and even caught himself smirking at his reflection. The streetwear didn’t just change how he looked—it changed how he felt.

Jack couldn’t help but eye the sleek toiletry bag nestled in the corner of the suitcase. It was unlike anything he’d ever owned—black leather, minimalist, and unmistakably expensive. Curiosity won out, and he unzipped it to reveal its contents: a neatly arranged assortment of grooming products, each packaged with a designer’s touch. The first thing he grabbed was the cologne, a small glass bottle with a silver cap. He sprayed a bit onto his wrist, and the scent hit him immediately—warm and spicy, with hints of cedarwood and citrus. It was intoxicating, nothing like the simple, woodsy aftershave he usually wore. Jack dabbed some on his neck and let the aroma envelop him, feeling an unfamiliar sense of refinement.

As he rummaged further, Jack came across a small case of colored contact lenses. His reflection stared back at him in the mirror, his own eyes a familiar brown, but the lenses intrigued him. The box listed the color as "Steel Gray." He hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity got the better of him. Carefully, he popped out a lens and held it up to the light before slipping it into his eye. It felt strange at first—a bit of a sting—but once it settled, he blinked a few times and stepped closer to the mirror. The transformation was startling. His once-warm gaze now carried an icy intensity, sharp and arresting. He slid in the second lens and marveled at the effect. Combined with the cologne, it was like he was staring at a different version of himself—cool, confident, and slightly mysterious.

Next, he picked up a stick of deodorant. The packaging was sleek and matte black, and the scent—fresh but with a hint of musk—wafted up as he twisted the top. He applied it, noting how smoothly it glided over his skin, and immediately felt refreshed. There was something oddly sensual about the process. The scent blended seamlessly with the cologne, creating a layered effect that felt sophisticated and intentional. He lifted his arms experimentally, catching the fragrance in the air, and smirked. For the first time, Jack felt like he truly smelled expensive, like someone who turned heads when they entered a room.

Finally, he explored the rest of the bag—a premium face moisturizer, a small tube of under-eye cream, and a beard oil. He worked through each one, carefully reading the labels and applying the products as directed. The moisturizer was rich and creamy, leaving his skin feeling smooth and hydrated. The eye cream tingled slightly, a sensation that made him feel oddly pampered. As he massaged the beard oil into his scruff, its subtle scent of sandalwood and vanilla mingled with the other fragrances, completing the sensory experience. Jack stepped back and took a long look at himself in the mirror. Between the gray lenses, the polished grooming, and the luxurious scents clinging to his skin, he hardly recognized himself—but he liked what he saw.

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By the time he was done, Jack was lounging on the bungalow’s balcony, wearing a pair of olive-green utility pants, a boxy white T-shirt with bold black lettering, and the sneakers. A chain bracelet clinked softly against his wrist as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand. The waves crashed in the distance, and the warm night breeze ruffled his hair.

For the first time in years, he felt free—free to experiment, to play, and to imagine himself as someone entirely new. Maybe it was fate that had swapped his suitcase. Maybe this week wasn’t just about escaping his routine but redefining it entirely.

Jack grinned, his eyes drifting to the glowing horizon. Tomorrow, he’d take his new look out into the world. The ranch could wait. For now, he was Jack, the streetwear king.

[jolalibrary]

iii - just say that you need me

javier peña x f!reader | chapter three of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. an: the amount of people who look forward to tuesday's makes me grin. for those who are new, i don't have a tag list. wordcount: 2.6k.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

You should say yes more. 

to you or to my pop 

To your pop. I know you wouldn’t say no to me. 

you sure about that 

I’d bet my next paycheck on it. 

for you I’ll say yes to him once

Good. Now we have that out the way answer what the worst date you’ve ever been on was

shit. going with the hard hitting questions today

Just getting you to share, open up

probably when I first came back from colombia someone from my town where I live

They a bad host, bad dinner guest? Gimme more Javi cmon. You said you’d entertain me.

baby, im trying to entertain you but you told me to stop

I said stop flirting while I’m eating and answer the question

she wouldn’t stop asking me for details on escobar

Ah. Yeah I can see how discussing that would be a mood killer.

yeah didn’t wanna go in the first place either

So if we ever meet, do not ask about your Colombian experience. Got it. 

you can ask, doesn’t mean I’d tell you 

Ha! Good to know. I wouldn’t though. If you wanna tell me, I think you will. 

thanks, what’s yours?

Well I was stood up when we first began texting. Think that’s pretty bad, enough.  

he’s an idiot because only an idiot would stand you up 

You haven’t seen me, remember 

statement still stands 

Stop being so charming.

you still eating

No.

then I can flirt

Most of the time, he ignores the mail. 

Lets it pile up on the entryway dresser until his pop makes another reference to it. Unlike his pop, he is never in a rush to open them, knowing no good comes from the contents inside.

The same people contact him. The bureau being one. Sipping his coffee as he glares at the usual federal sign on the envelope, wondering how many more times they’ll try asking him to come in for a chat.

This afternoon, though, the envelope isn’t brilliant white, but rather off-cream. 

Peeling a bit, thumb digging in as he drags it across, the ripping sound filling the small space. It’s only as he opens it does he realise who it’s from. 

His eyes stare at the letter, taking in the number—the one in triple digits with his phone provider logo in the top corner. The number which is making him feel sick, the more he stares at it over and over again. 

“Fuck.” 

Folding it, he swallows. 

Shit.

Motherfucker.

He stuffs it away, tucks it under magazines and other leaflets, as though by keeping it out of sight, it’ll go away.

But it's there.

The edge of it sticking out. He even blinks, and the number is there, tattooed on the back of his eyes. Taunting him—the price of speaking to you. 

It's not that Javi can't afford it. He’s had a chunk of money sitting, gaining dust, in his account since he came home. Only able to force portions on his pop as and when he felt he could get away with it. 

But this was a lot. More than he’d bargained on, more than he even knew he could spend simply by replying to someone. 

There's a chance your day won't be done just yet—his day beginning far earlier than yours even began—but he pulls his phone out, fingers pressing into the keys.

so apparently talking to you is costly  Oh, you've had your bill. I feel I should ask whether I'm worth it? 

It’s instant—the way you make the nauseous feeling vanish. How you force it to slide back to where it came from, and in its place, warmth spreads. All accompanied by a smile on his lips. 

He doesn’t want to show his hand too much. Better at concealing, playing the long game when standing face to face.

This requires a skill he hasn't yet gained. Simply focusing on not sounding ridiculous, or over the top. Unnecessary. Like some of the desperate men, he's happened to arrest over the years.

Even if his chest flutters and his mind screams, of course. Wants to ask, isn't it obvious? But he chooses something easier, uncomplicated.  

yes just didn’t expect it  I had my phone bill the other day. I get it.  did your heart fall out your ass No. But I will be eating ramen for the next month.  We can stop texting so much though, if it’s costing too much.  would rather my bill be double than stop talking to you  You’re such a flirt. 

He drains the rest of his mug, leaning back in the chair—hearing the sound of approaching boots from his Pop’s side of the house. Fingers typing, all hurried and determined 

Don’t forget I’m out for drinks and a movie.  I remember don’t worry 

He remembers as soon as you remind him.

Realising it's the reason you're able to reply right now. You’d been telling him almost every night for the past week. All worried, as though hating the idea of breaking the nightly tradition the two of you have concocted. 

In a way, Javi should have assumed the bill would be high with the number of texts the two of you have been sending. How frequent it’s been—how nice it’s been. 

Nice things do usually come with a tag. 

you decided on sweet or salty  Verdict is still out. You sure about waiting to do the crossword?  if we don’t do it tonight, we’ll do two the next day  You sure? more than sure have a great time 

“Y’sure you don’t fancy coming with me, Jav?”

He thinks of it, tapping his phone against his palm as he thinks of your text the other night. The one about him trying to say yes—something curling in his chest as he realises he’ll be alone, alone if he doesn’t. 

A sentiment he didn’t mind on paper, but now confronted with, rather despised. 

 “Alright, yeah. Can—can I get changed?” 

Mid-grabbing his own jacket, his Pop turns, surprise knitted into his wiry brows. “Y-yeah, sure, I’ll….”

“I’ll meet you at the truck?” 

And he does. All without complaint. Plaid shirt on, a smile being forced as soon as the truck pulls off the drive. He doesn't even complain about the radio choice or the fact his Pop always takes the main roads when he could cut down the dusty roads. 

When he arrives, he doesn’t mind how many hands he shakes, one after the next. He tries not to grit his teeth as each person says the usual things, they’re proud, he’s grown, when is he settling down? Each time he laughs it off. Spanish rolling from his tongue as he smiles and winks. 

It’s performative. 

The old version of him coming out from a hidden place. 

Always there, ready, as his hand shakes another person's hand—one he’s already forgotten the name of. Someone he’s sure he’s met before, too. 

It always happens. The small-town boy who took down drug cartels has become somewhat of a celebrity tale. A thing to gawk at when he visits the store. Chucho's boy who ran away to Colombia and now hides away on the ranch.

For the amount of time it's been, he'd foolishly expected it to die down—but it hasn't. Not enough, anyway. 

After enough time, he excuses himself, sneaking down the corridor near the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, fingers trying to rub out a knot that hasn’t yet appeared in his skull. The one pulsing, threatening to build behind his eye.

He’s unsure what he wants to do, what he needs. Retrieving his phone, just clicking around, before finding himself on your texts—feeling better for it.

Reading them back, smirking at some, smiling wide at others. A shape forming in his head, little details he’d amassed to make up you. A person he was pretty sure meant more to him than evening company, but it seemed tricky to delve too far into it. 

That is until his phone vibrated. 

Just wanted to tell you I miss you. Even if that’s weird. 

His fingers hover over the keys, a retort quick—there in his touch.

Slowly he presses it out, hearing the click even over the bar’s music as he double and triple taps each button he wants, until it forms what it is he thought:

not weird, you drunk I’m tipsy, not drunk. Still mean it. good cause i miss you too

you never said how the movie was

As someone who flies a lot, I shouldn’t have watched it.

that bad

Will probably have to hold the hand of my seat mate the next time work makes me fly. 

I’m sure they won’t mind 

Depends on the length of my nails I guess. 

some people don’t mind nails clawing in certain situations

You trying to tell me you like nails down your back, Javi? 

if the situation is right, yes 

What about in your hair?

now who’s being a tease 

I’m learning so much tonight. 

and your putting images in my head 

I’d love to know what I look like in it, since you haven’t seen me.

beautiful, you look beautiful 

My face is burning. 

your day been ok

Yeah, was fine. Work has been rough. 

you want to talk about it

Not really, it’s stupid anyway. Plus, would rather do the crosswords and hang with you.

you do have two to make up to me

Best get giving me the clues then, Javi. 

four letters, begins with f 

Is this a Javi crossword or a real crossword 

baby, cmon 

Fuck?

fork 

someone’s in a dirty mood

You’re such a dick. Give me a real clue. 

There's not a point in time where he can track how his thoughts went from nothing to you. But, he thinks about you all the time.

Has been doing so constantly for the last two days, at least—the occasional vibrations from his phone making his lips twitch and his mind wander. Javi’s brain exploding with wonder at what your reply could say. 

Sometimes, he tries not to check immediately. Test—see—how long he can go before he does. It’s not been going well.

An excitement dashing through his veins that fills his chest, warms his neck and makes a ridiculous grin appear (one he’s caught accidentally in the mirror).

The back and forth has been quicker—for as costly as it was—outside of routines and work. His fingers have even improved in the speed of tapping the same key to get one single letter.

Each text makes him feel like he learns a new nugget about you, gathering a new piece of the puzzle—an idea of you forming in front of his eyes. One he likes—craves more of—wishing for other tidbits similar to how you like coffee after breakfast, not before. 

That you don’t care for birthday cake, but love cookies. 

morning hermosa hope you managed to grab the coffee

He doesn’t expect to hear from you.

Remembering that your time management in the morning isn’t to be admired. You are someone who is either awake too early or too late—never in the middle.

But, when he finishes. Sweat clinging to every muscle, he’s surprised to find nothing.

Even a little disappointed.

finished up for the day, unsure whether to lounge around on the porch or push the boat out and lounge in the barn

You’ve become such a part of his day, his shoulders sink when he steps out of the shower to see nothing.

His heart slips down inside his chest, resting unsteadily on his ribs as he checks and checks. His fingers fluff his hair as he runs his fingers through it before finding a strand, twisting, and twisting.

I’m probably worrying about nothing but just let me know you’re ok

A part of him had worried this would happen.

That he would allow the attachment to grow—ropes and threads wrapping around him—and it would be taken from under his feet.

He has a history of becoming hooked—usually combining itself with his need to help, to make someone’s day better, easier.

And on paper, he knew it was odd. To care for someone he hadn’t ever even met. But he cares all the same.

Copious amounts, in fact.

Far past an, ‘I miss you’—something else entirely, not that he’d admit as much.

hermosa I’m really getting worried now

He doesn’t want to call.

Doesn’t want to invade your privacy, your space. But it’s knotting inside of him. The things he’s seen, rushing to the surface, pecking away, making him overthink.

His mind conjures ideas that you’re hurt, wounded. That you’re crying, alone. Each flash of his past has the curated blob-of-a-face he’s created for you, written over it.

His fingers twitch, hand moving to his pocket before remembering there are no cigarettes to be found there. He quit. Ages ago. Felt better for it—for the most part—until now.

Now when all he wants is to focus on the taste, the way smoke swirls with the warm Texas air—

Hey, I'm so sorry, I had a bad day. Just didn’t check my phone.  shit hermosa, you scared me.  almost called you.  Really? yeah  Would you? what call you Yeah?

[Dialing number…]

you declined  I did

His heart sinks, crashes, and plummets. 

Then a new vibration, one that travels down his fingers to his wrist, suddenly staring at an instruction: Give me your landline number, be cheaper. For both of us. 

Glancing into the living room, he taps the number in for you. Hating each precious second he wastes by having to delete a letter that should be a number.

Pushing the chair back, hearing it screech as he hovers. Nervousness thumps through him, making him shake, vibrate. 

Staring, willing the phone to ring.

Even as he tries to collect himself, his mind has already begun running away from him. Hearing his pulse thump in his ear, thump, thump—

And then it’s ringing—you’re ringing. 

His voice shouts out he’ll get it as he picks up the phone from the hook. 

“Javi… that you?”

Grinning, he laughs, light and airy. “Hi. Yeah, it’s me.” 

Silence blankets his ears and the air, thumb circling a knot in his forehead. 

Smiling, he changes the phone to his other ear. “Knew you’d sound pretty. You have a nice voice.” 

“Shut up, Javi. I’ve said three words.”

“And a few more.”

He hears you suck in a breath as heat rushes to his ears, feeling the edges of his lips curl into a smile.

“You wanna talk about it or talk about something else?” 

He hears you take a breath another breath. Different this time, all accompanied by a shuffling sound from your end.

“Something else. If that… that’s okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Alright, lemme… lemme think for a second—“

You clear your throat, “You have a nice voice, too, by the way.”

Pausing, he bites the inside of his cheek. “Like you imagined?”

“Better, honestly.”

“I could have called you. I have this additional thing on our plan—so my Pop could call. When I was away.” 

“From when you were in Colombia?”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he nodded. “Yeah…” 

“Well, if this conversation goes well, you may get a new number to add to your phone book.” 

“That so? Who’s flirting now.”

You laugh, sweet—fluttering its gorgeous wings down the phone to his ear as he readjusts the phone.

Dropping his voice, he turns more to the walls. “So, what you wearing, baby?”

“Oh my god, Javi.”

He doesn’t even mute his laughter, just lets it flow from him—rushing through the house. Not even caring if his Pop can hear him in the next room.

"I'm wearing nothing."

"Hermosa, you tease."

You laugh, and it's different. It's rich, and makes the room glow around him, without you even being here.

"I'm not really, I'm in a baggy t-shirt."

"Not as sexy, but I'm sure I can work with it."

You snort, "Javi, stop."

He wonders if your cheeks are warm. He hopes they are.

Leaning against the wall, he smirks, if only to himself. "I like how you say my name, Hermosa."

an: thank you so much for all being wonderful, i heart you

[louthestarspeaker]

[ID: A collection of six images of Jurassic World: Chaos Theory promo material. The images are in the style of a magazine, with a cover and interviews from each of the Nublar Six, minus Brooklynn.

The cover has all of the Nublar Six lined up on the docks in Costa Rica, just after they made it back to the mainland. Yaz and Sammy are holding hands, Kenji has a hand on Brooklynn's shoulder. All the kids are smiling nicely, with the exception of Darius whose smile is kind of awkward and looks a little uncomfortable on camera. The title of the magazine, The Dino Times, is splashed across the top of the page. Just below it is the subtitle "Who are the Nublar Six?". Below the photo of the campers is text that reads, "Meet the miraculous survivors of the Jurassic World catastrophe in this exclusive, celebrating the anniversary of their return."

Each of the interviews has a picture of each of the Nublar Six as a young adult, their name printed large, and a little logo for The Dino Times in the corner. A transcript of the text of each interview reads as folllows:

Darius: Dino Nerd Turned Hero

Darius Bowman never would've expected a shy, nerdy kid from Oakland could become the leader of the Nublar survivors.

"Back at Camp Cretaceous I had to learn to trust myself and my friends to make it through. It was a terrifying experience, but what they were doing to those dinosaurs at that facility just wasn't right. Somebody had to do something."

Since his return, Bowman has traveled all over the country giving talks about dinosaur conservation, and has worked with the Department of Prehistoric Wildlife.

Ben: Brave Soul Against All Odds

Ben Pincus had perhaps the most dramatic metamorphosis as a result of his experiences at Nublar.

"I was terrified of pretty much everything," he said. "Germs. The dark. Non-organic snacks. And then all of a sudden we were up against actual dinosaurs."

Luckily, Pincus found an unlikely ally in a baby Ankylosaurus he named Bumpy.

"Bumpy is my best friend. She helped me face my fears and see how much I had to contribute to the group."

We'll have to see if the campus office can make an exception for Bumpy as Ben gets ready for college in the fall.

Sammy: Cattle Rancher, Dino Wrangler

Sammy Gutierrez lived with her parents on a Texas ranch before Camp Cretaceous. Ever the optimist she remarked, "At least I was already used to big animals before that whole fiasco! There;s really not much difference between a longhorn and a Triceratops if you think about it."

Back at home, Gutierrez maintained that positive attitude by staying busy.

"I have my own ranch, now. And my girlfriend, Yaz. And tons of pies to bake! We don't have time to keep worrying about all that running for our lives stuff!"

Yaz: A Track Star and Her Team

Yasmina Fadoula went from national track star to Nublar Six survivor in the span of months, and the aftermath hit her particularly hard.

"I wasn't used to feeling helpless. Before, I would just push through to the finish line no matter what. Nublar made me realize you can't win all your races alone."

She credits her relationship with fellow survivor Sammy Gutierrez as a major source of support.

"I've been going through a lot of anxiety since coming back, and Sammy's been there constantly. I want to show her I can be the strong person she sees in me."

Kenji: Cool Kid Finds New Family

Kenji Kon has declined to comment on his father's incarceration.

"All that matters is my new family. They're the ones who always had my back."

The Nublar Six have been instrumental in Kenji's return to normal life, from his relationship with Brooklynn, to his best friend Darius.

"All I wanna do is chill, you know? I've moved out somewhere peaceful. Started my climbing school. All is good in Casa de Kenji."

End Transcript. The page of Kenji's interview has a ragged edge, like the page next to it has been torn out. There is no interview for Brooklynn. End ID]

[writtenonreceipts]

Hi friend! How are you? I hope this sparks some ideas for your secret santa: N.12 for Elorcan, please?

Hi! I've been alright, I survived my holiday weekend and am back to the usual grind! I hope you're doing well! Thanks so much for sending me this, I really did enjoy this one!

from this prompt list

Prompt: "H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”->I tweaked it just a little.

AO3 Link Here

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Tear In My Heart

The gritty scent of cigarette smoke was the first thing Lorcan noticed when he entered the bar.  Being this far out in the middle of nowhere Colorado led to no one caring about enforcing the law about indoor smoking, especially not the owner.  Mort never seemed to care about that sort of thing and it showed.  Lorcan doubted any sort of deep cleaning would ever rid the place of the stench so there was no use banning smoking.  Especially not when it was accompanied by the sharp tang of alcohol and vomit.

Unfortunately, there was nowhere else to get a decent drink around here unless you sat out on your porch with your own.  And even Lorcan didn't drink alone.

But there was another reason to come to the bar.

Eighties rock played through the speakers adding to the grungy atmosphere.  Dim lights over the counter set everything in an orange haze.  Even the neon lights of the different beer logos and other paraphernalia didn't add anything.  Two pool tables sat in one of the back corners along with a dart board.  No matter how few people were seated at the bar or various tables, it always felt overcrowded and tonight was no different.

All Lorcan focused on, however, was the woman behind the bar.

Her black hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face.  He'd always found her beautiful, striking really, with her onyx eyes and pale skin, that sarcastic twist of her lips when she made a quip. 

She hadn't noticed him yet, which was good, he didn't need to be caught starting.  Instead, she was focused on pouring out a drink for the man across the counter from her.  She laughed at something he said, though he didn't know what.

Lorcan felt his own blood heat at that and he strode across the hardwood floor in just a few quick steps.  When he approached the bar, Elide finally noticed him and a smile lit up her entire face.

"Well, well," she said, sliding the drink to the other customer.  "If it isn't Salvaterre."

"Lochan," he said.  He took a seat a few stools down from the other man.

"Let me know if you need anything else, Dan," Elide said to the other man.  She moved down the bar until she reached Lorcan.  With her arms crossed she leaned against the polished wood so she could properly examine him. "You look like hell."

Lorcan rolled his eyes.  It was true enough.  This past week had been miserable.  The small shop he ran had been struggling a bit and things at the ranch were not better.  It shouldn't have surprised him, things always slowed down this time of year, but summer had been slower as well.  And then there was the fact that he had feelings for the girl he could never have.

"I always look like this," he said.  And because he was a bastard, he leaned forward, drawing closer to her.

"Yeah, you should do something about that," she said.  Her endless black eyes stared directly into him as though she could see to his very soul.  Then with a laugh she pulled back. "You want your usual?"

"Yeah, sure," he said.  He watched her go as she turned for a new glass, a bottle of whiskey. 

Elide had always been the sort of woman he knew he could never have.  She was good, first off.  She came from a good family with a good background.  She'd graduated high school with honors even though she had pretty bad dyslexia.  Then when her dad got sick she'd dropped out of college and left everything to move back home and help her mom out with bills by working at a crappy bar that probably doled out even crappier tips.

As she assembled the drink she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Just you tonight?"

"Nah, the twins'll show up eventually," he said. "And Rowan if he can drag himself away from another fight with Galathynius."

Elide snorted a laugh and she turned back to him with the drink. "Aw, upset your best friend actually has a life?"

"You know how annoying that woman is," Lorcan groused.  He accepted the drink.

For the last year and a half, Aelin had been working at the Whitethorn ranch as a trauma specialist in youth and children for kids needing help in various forms of therapy.  Rowan had inherited the business from his parents and for some reason thought it was a good idea to keep it running.  Even if he and his lead psychologist did not get along.

"Yeah, that's why she's my best friend," Elide said drily.  "She's a good person."

Lorcan doubted that but he'd shut up.  There would be plenty of other chances to put his foot in his mouth tonight.

"I'll take your word for it," he said instead.  He took a long drink, ice clinking gently in the cup.

"Well I am a very reliable source," she said. 

And then she was gone to fix another round for a couple at one of the far tables.  Lorcan watched her go, unable to look away from the sway of her hips or the sliver of skin that peeked out between the edge of her shirt and her jeans.

He only managed to tear his gaze away when the door of the bar opened and Fenrys Moonbeam entered.  Lorcan knew it was him without even looking because Fen, annoying as hell, always made sure his presence was known.

"Lochan!  How's it going?" Fenrys called, looping over to Lorcan.  Behind him was the more subdued Connall, eyes glued to his phone.  Lorcan had the sneaking suspicion that Connall was about to start dating someone.  But being who he was, wouldn't talk about it until it was an actuality.  Even quiet and distracted, Connall still managed to balance out his twin.

"Hi Fenrys," Elide called back.  She kept with her current task of drink refills and checking the kitchen on a food order.

When Fenrys dropped into the stool beside Lorcan he smacked a hand on his shoulder.

"You know you're getting obvious, right?" Fenrys asked.  "What's this?  Three nights in a row?"

"He's not that much of a psychopath," Connall spoke, he dropped into the seat on the far side of Fenrys. "He puts a day between the visits."

"Shut up," Lorcan growled.  He took another sip of whiskey, relishing in the bite as it slid down his throat.

Somehow, in some pathetic and sad twist of fate, his friends had learned of his crush on Elide.  He blamed it on a night a few months ago involving too much tequila and spur of the moment round of truth or dare.  It was pathetic enough that he was a thirty-year-old man playing truth or dare but to follow that up with the admission of having a crush?  Pathetic. 

He really had to get a life.

"You should make a move 's all I'm saying," Fenrys said.  He snagged a half-filled bowl of pretzels from down the bar and dragged it closer so he could snack.

"He's right," Connall added, finally looking up from his phone. "She's not going to stay single forever.  I heard Archer Finn wanted to ask her out."

Lorcan couldn't help his scowl.  Finn was best described as being a player.  One night stands, ghosting, playing games.  He wasn't a good person.  It was the one thing he could agree with Aelin Galathynius about.  He certainly didn't deserve to even talk to Elide.

"Yeah, the scowl's real convincing about your feelings," Connall said.

"Archer's an ass," Lorcan said.

Fenrys laughed. "So are you and she still talks to you."

Lorcan kicked his chair. "Shut up."

"Man."  Fenrys shook his head, brushing his blond curls from his eyes. "You've been obsessed with her for years.  At this point it's your own fault if she gets picked up by someone else."

"I'm not--" Lorcan began.

"You have her shifts memorized," Connall said, "know her birthday, her mom's birthday, dude you got her flowers on her dads anniversary."

Lorcan was never telling Rowan anything ever again.

"Didn't you fix her car for free too?" Fenrys added, mouth full of pretzels.

In the last five years of knowing Elide, having moved to this town on a whim after school, Lorcan had indeed done all of those things.  There had just been something about Elide and the first time he'd met her.  It had been at this very bar, just a few months after her dad's passing.  He hadn't been in the best of moods, admittedly that was usual for him, and she'd called him out on it.

Their friendship slowly developed from there where he'd learned all those things and more about Elide.  He'd been in love with her as long as he could remember.

He couldn't say anything of course because he was Lorcan.  He was the town miscreant who usually stayed on his property unless it was to come in for a drink.  He managed the stables for the Whitethorn ranch and ran a side mechanic shop.  Really, the jobs weren't stable and would likely only get worse from here.  His father was an alcoholic, his mother gone since he was eighteen--he wasn't good enough for someone like Elide.

"She's going to figure out you're in love with her eventually," Connall said, "and what are you going to--"

Connall abruptly cut off with a rather colorful curse and Lorcan felt his blood freeze.  He abandoned his drink and spun in his stool to find Elide standing behind them, half empty tray of drinks and plates in her hands.

Her eyes were too wide and her lips parted in shock.

"I-" Her gaze bounced between the three of them before settling on the floor. "I'll be out with drinks in a minute."

She dropped the tray on the nearest table and immediately left through the front door of the bar--not through the kitchens.

"Hell,” Lorcan muttered.  He stood and punched Fenrys' shoulder for good measure. "Thanks for that."

"Connall's the one that actually said it!" Fenrys shouted.

Lorcan ignored him and launched himself out and across the bar to the door.

The cool air of the night immediately washed over him, clearing his senses of the heady scent of the bar.  Overhead, a waning crescent hung in the sky with patches of stars filling the inky darkness.

He spun, looking for where Elide had gone.  He knew she was still on shift and wouldn't take off without a replacement.

It didn't take long to spot her.  She'd walked down the length of the sidewalk outside the bar a few yards away.  Overhead, a streetlamp burned with pale light, illuminating her as she paced with quick, uneven steps.  She tugged one hand through her hair, holding it out of her face as she muttered under her breath.

When Lorcan's boot scraped on the ground, she looked up.  Her eyes were still wide and shock remained cleanly written on her face.  Lorcan kept enough distance between them so that if she really wanted she could skirt around him and head back to the bar, but close enough that he could reach out to her too.

"How much did you hear?" he asked, because really that's all he really cared about, how much damage control he needed to do.

"Enough."

If there was one thing that Lorcan knew about Elide it was that she didn't shirk away from a problem.  Even if she didn't like the situation or what may come with it.  Just like now.

Her dark eyes met his and, for once, he couldn't read her.  He'd gotten so used to knowing her little quirks that the radio silence unnerved him.  Or maybe that was how it was supposed to be.  Maybe he didn't actually know her and everything he thought he did know was more or less a facade, an illusion.

"Is it true?" she asked, voice soft and far more vulnerable than Lorcan was used to hearing from her. "Or were they just talking shit, I know how they are."

"I--" Lorcan scrubbed at his face, looking away.  He didn't know if he could tell her the truth.  If he did there was no guarantee of how she would respond.  And he didn't know if he could take the rejection.  Because something like this?  It would ruin any semblance of friendship between them.

"Lorcan."

She wouldn't let him get away with the silence or the pretending to ignore what she had heard.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked.

"Yes."  The hard line of her voice drew him back to her.  With hands on her hips and the way her hair swept over one shoulder, Lorcan knew he wouldn't get away with delaying any longer.  

The thing about it was that he didn’t like not being able to control the outcome of a given situation.  And he knew more than anything that there was no controlling Elide.  She was exactly who she was and would yield to no one.

Lorcan often put his foot in his mouth over so many things--especially when he had been younger.  It simply became easier to act.  Which was what he did then.

In two sweeping steps, he reached her.  Lorcan cupped her face in his hands, feeling how soft her skin was against his own calluses.  Her dark eyes gleamed in the streetlamp overhead, her full mouth opening in surprise.

Lorcan acted without thinking when he kissed her.  All he was really focused on was wiping that look of mixed hurt and confusion from her face--to show her exactly how he felt.

A part of Lorcan thought she would shove him away, but instead her hands gripped the front of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric to pull him closer.  Her lips were soft against his, soft and warm and everything he’d imagined in all these years.  And when she exhaled a soft moan, Lorcan nearly broke at that sound alone.

One of his hands slipped into her hair, the thick locks like silk in his fingers.  His other hand went to her waist as he tugged her closer.  He could feel her warmth and her soft curves and all he could think that he wanted more.  More of her and more of what they could have.

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered against his lips.  She broke away only to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling heavily as she met his gaze.

He leaned in close enough to press his forehead against hers even though all he could think about was kissing her again and memorizing the way she felt against him.

“I’m in love with you,” he told her, voice soft.  He’d never said these words to anyone before and they felt strange on his tongue.  But he knew they were true and he knew that he had to say them at least once.  And it would only be for her.

He felt her tremble in his arms and listened to the sharp inhale of breath she made.  When she didn’t try and pull away from him, Lorcan felt a bit of hope rise in his chest.  Instead, Elide tilted her chin until her lips brushed against his.  The touch was barely there and hardly even a kiss but Lorcan swore he came alive with that simple act.

“It took you long enough,” she replied.  Her dark eyes stared into him with a spark of that same fire that had first caught his attention five years ago.

When she kissed him she held nothing back.  Her mouth was firm and insistent, her hands moving with determination until her fingers curled over his shoulders keeping right where she wanted.

And for the first time since he’d moved to this town, he felt like he’d finally come home.

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A Little Moxxie Love Party

New Dawn, New Day...

Dawn was a peculiar sort of hellhound in that you had to wonder had she been human in a previous life, after all how many hellhounds were so feisty and patriotic as she was? Small wonder she didn't standout too much in her little homestead in one of Wrath's small towns being a full on mascot for the state of Texas, with her home to her swimwear or her rides sporting the red, white and blue of the American flag and of course her accent and choice of fashion. But hey in Hell everyone was an oddity with a quirk one way or another and damn if she wasn't easy on the eyes, the kind of gal who could show you a good time so long as you weren't being a douche about it by thinking she was an easy lay.

Which of course made it a bit of a hassle for the patriotic hound babe as lack of action with any decent guys packing between their legs made for severe dry spells and boredom especially when her heat cycles would kick in. Soon as that alarm clock went off, she'd be spending her hours somewhere on her ranch-land twerking on and ramming one of her many stars and stripes coloured dildoes just to ease her itch. So of course in her little slice of heaven as she sat on her porch looking out at the view of her modest middle of nowhere town, it just so happened the latest estrus was pending at high noon. That fire of pleasure stirring within her loins as she felt her netherlips quiver and gush with sticky warmth which flowed down her thighs and set her every nerve ablaze.

it was an intense one to say the least and getting worse by every passing second to a point where not only would her toys or fingers not get the job done but she was going to need a man and soon! And she damn well sure didn’t want to jump any random demon that was for damn sure, slim pickings we’re already a default option around the wrath circle especially this neck of the woods. When lo and behold, if ever there was proof that there was a God, he had heard her lusty prayers and sent her salvation as a few feet away from her domestic patch of land, there pulled up and parked a large SUV baring the logo I.M.P. The sweetest, cutest looking imp she had ever seen exiting the vehicle as he tugged in his collar, no doubt not quite used to the heat around these parts and made his way over to her when he saw her.

Moxxie:*Unaware of the danger he had entered imo the vicinity of as he stood before the hellhound hottie, whose eyes were locked on him as they burned with lust.*”Uhm hello miss, you wouldn’t happen to know if I’m close to any gas stations around here would you? My ride’s running low and….miss? Are you okay?”*The thespian at heart started getting a familiar feeling he knew all too well from experience, here he was on his way to pick up Millie from her recent quality downtime with her family and wouldn’t you know it, the company car needed gas. Only to start picking up a few signs from Dawn’s body language such as the sensual smile growing on her face aaaaand ooh crumbs were those glowing hearts in her eyes? Suddenly it hit him now Loona often got that same look when she went into heat….aaand that’s when it occurred to him he was screwed…*

Dawn knew for sure she was in that state of mind when she would be so horny that she would almost pounce in the first guy she’d want to bone her. But soon as she laid her eyes on Moxxie, it was a different story as that earnest, sweet and sincere face made her heart beat as she smiled a sensual smile and got up from her seat to make her way towards him. Leaning down to cup that cute freckled face as she pressed her muzzle to his lips to give him a deep, passionate and sloppy kiss. The feel of her tongue clashing with his ensuring he got the hint as to what she desired from him, her tail wagging as she felt those hesitant hands to reach out and cup a handful of her denim clad ass as she could tell that it wasn’t his first time with a hellhound in heat.

If Dawn thought she was delighted with the sudden assertiveness of Moxxie’s grabbing her ass, the momentum of where their make out lewd to only served to increase the pleasure she was feeling as she had the imp in her living room. Making him sit on the couch as she was topless and had rendered him bottomless after taking away his pants, her arousal increasing upon seeing his cock in all its naked glory wondering how he managed to confine that whole length and girth in his boxers. Not it stopped her from proceeding to suffocate herself upon performing intense fellatio, deep throating that slab of meat as she sucked and blew on it as the taste of his pre dazzled her tastebuds. Before then sandwiching it between her her furry titties as he thrust his quite well built hips, his rod pumping ii to the valley of her soft twin pillows.

But as fun as this round of foreplay was of course, it was a whole other story when it came to the exquisite rapture of finally having that veiny piece of infernal heaven finally penetrate her. Seeing stars as inch after inch of that big imp cock hammered into her sloppy pussy’s warm inviting embrace as he was, naturally for a hellhound, doggy style. The patriotic country canine babe howling and moaning alike in ecstasy, tits swaying like pendulums as her asscheeks clapped and jiggled with every impact of their loins as Moxxie hugged around her waist while mounting her. His balls smacking hr clit and making her juices splash on down to join the growing puddle on her mahogany pinewood floor.

Bright neon pink hearts glowed bright in Dawn’s deep sky blue eyes, panting as her tongue was drooling just as much as slutty pussy. Her brain running wild with fantasies of wanting this sweet little red possum knocking her up with a litter of adorable little imp hellhound hybrid babies. The pitter patter of little feet filling her ranch home making her sensually holler for Moxxie to give it to her more, tomfuck her harder and deeper than he already was. She’d been with her share of man, especially when she went into heat but none of them had ever made her actually want kids before, that’s just how good the imp was for her!!

All throughout her primal desire overloading brain, her inner voice chanted “Get Pregnant!” like a mantra, her arousal only increasing with every and any orgasms Moxxie got out of her. But ooh whenever he came inside her? It was a pure thrill especially when he didn’t yet go soft or limp, still able to go as they kept on fucking. Moxxie rocking her world as he demonstrated the depth and level of sexual skill and experience that made him quite popular among a certain growing club of women in heaven, hell and the living world alike.

Going from doggy style to cowgirl in forward and reverse to a mating press, often shifting their position around whenever the compact stud let loose and flooded her womb. Her cosy biological oven welcoming the buns wanting to be cooked all the while even her ass got a jackhammering and ooh the sweet sensation of having him fuck her face, her oral and anal holes feeling every bit as good as pussy. Her living room filled with the rhythm and natural music of a man and woman dancing the ancient dance to mate and breed, with so fsr little to no signs of stopping. But alas all things have to come to an end eventually.

By the time Moxxie had finally managed to satisfy Dawn, the sun was starting to set as he finally arrived at Millie’s family farm, greeted by her and Sally May who were surprised and puzzled as to why he was late. Only to see the state he was in and start putting two and two together, the shortstack killer grinning with delight as she knew once Moxxie was rested well enough, she’d probe him for details particular the name of her man’s newest lady friend. In good time of course, right now her Moxxie needed a good meal and a nice bath or shower for his aching numb body. While back on Dawn’s ranch with the hellhound in questions……..

The Hellhound hottie was humming a little country tune to herself as she towelled herself off after a very relaxing, steamy shower. Parking her naked furry body on the couch as rubbed her stomach, giggling as she felt her womb still so filled with Moxxie’s seed. Wondering if he did managed to impregnate her, and if not, well she would need to make sure it was definite next time around. While she hasn’t managed to get his number, he was sure to have a social media account or or few as she found and picked up her phone, unlocking it and accessing the net.

A hum of curiosity came from her lips as she noticed one of Hell’s social media platforms for porn was trending no.1 nonstop with the hashtag “Red Possum”. Tapping it to find it lead her to the home page of Skullfuck productions which had a want ad all points bulletin calling for any details anyone might have for sightings and encounters with a certain rather familiar imp. Dawn grinning as she began dealing the number provided, tail wagging as she had a thought pass through her mind. Of her and her future baby daddy making some sweet, wild porn together…..grinning as she heard the voice of Mr.Sketch speak up, opportunity presenting itself big time…….

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Chloe Sin-claire:Mission IMPossible!!

To the business world at large, the woman known as Chloe Sinclair was an absolute enigma, a living puzzle of contrast by her very nature. She looked like some bimbo pin up model outside of the wet dream of a furry yet she somehow had the brains and knowhow to set up and run one of IF NOT the most successful business corporations on the planet. Sinclair Global, the leading force in many fields especially when it came to science with rumours abounding that her personal headquarters slash private home island being ground zero for all manner of experiments. Many of those same rumours often spoke of her as being a sexual deviant or a megalomaniac or even somehow both.

But one thing was clear was that Chloe was a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life and for her that involved in scratching her libido’s itch. Be it getting very affectionate and hands in with some of her staff (sexual harassment?! What’s that?!!) or going to a hard extremes like using an ultra sonic cannon as a glorified vibrator, she was always looking for her jollies. And today she was about to have herself a very hellraising experience, emphasis on hellraising and for good reason as she currently stood late on a full moonlight lit night inside one of her headquarters’ many research labs. Clad in just a simple silky white bathrobe, her long luscious tail sensually swaying as she grinned at the peculiar old book she had in hand and stood before some sort of device constructed by her little brain trust of eggheads.

Chloe:0w0”Alright then, let’s see now….”*She mostly said to herself as she commenced with her latest bout of using her company equipment and resources for her own personal pleasure. The piece of tech she was tinkering with resembling a stargate as she flipped open the book and began typing in a sequence, the circular portion spinning around as 4 joint locks snapped on certain key symbols.*"Come on now, give me someone or something to rock my world..."*If she did this right, she was going to see what the demon world had to offer in ways of lovers. Perhaps a feisty, kinky succubus with shapeshifting capabilities or or some very well hung hellbeast!!?*

Soon as she input the last symbol sequence, she pressed the ol' Big Red Button and snapped on some safety shades as crimson light flooded the room. The gate humming with power before in a hum and a flash, out tumble something very small and tiny not to mention soaking wet which made the sensual skunk quite curious as to who and what she called through from who knows the Hell where. The lights kicking back on to reveal none other than resident favourite sweet little possum who going by his state of nudity and the glistening skin oozing off steam, had likely just been in the middle of a shower. Any confusion or disappointment Chloe had of course was non existant as those bright blue eyes of hers widened and twinkled with delight at the sight they laid upon before them. That being the long, thick slab of meat hanging between his small but oh so damn well toned legs as it became clear to her little ritual experiment had worked and then some.

Moxxie:"Ah damnit for the love of....okay whoever this and whereever I am now, let's cut to the chase already huh? Who are you and how and why are you......ooooh crumbs...."*Any issues or queries the thespian imp had in regards to his current situation were rendered moot as his golden eyes locked with the dazzling sapphires of Chloe's own, the lust within them twinlking as she wore a smiling sensual expression while peeling off her robe. Letting it fall to the ground as she exposed her silver and snow white furry naked form before the imp, licking her lips with erotic thirst as her furry thighs became slick and sticky with her flowing warmth at the adorable expression of scarousal on Moxxie's face. Not to mention that oh so lovely big imp cock of his rising up to stand to attention as it became stiff and erect on instinct in the presence of a bombshell like her. It was at this point the little imp knew where things were going.*

So it was no small wonder that laboratory soon became filled with the scents and sounds of the adult twister as Chloe was currently bouncing and riding on Moxxie’s cock cowgirl style. An expression of pure pornographic ecstasy on her sexy face from the raw pleasure of having inches of this slab of infernal heaven hammer in and out of her snatch’s lusty embrace and loving every damn second of it. Deep moans escaping her lips as the imp held and massaged her silky furry hips, the skunk bombshell relishing his gaze in the hypnotic bounce of her juicy tits snd the sway of her tail as a heavenly scent of lavender and strawberries came from it. Leaning down to capture his lip in a passionate kiss to once more express her boundless affection once more.

It wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time Moxxie found himself summoned by some random chance into the living world but especially a woman. But Chloe Sinclair had t be within the top 10 to 3 thus far of women to do so whose libidos could put a succubus to shame. Right off the bat she had started off intense by giving him a power sucking blowjob that made it feel like she’d drain out his soul and seed all at once and it escalated from there. Because of course a woman like her didn’t opt to settle for soft gentle vanilla sex, she was down to fuck like a pornstar going through the entire kama sutra.

And oh how they fucked, all capitals FUCKED long and hard with abandon, Chloe clearly relishing the stamina and staying power the sweet little imp. Those quite loaded heavy red balls of his pumping out his quite delicious and addictive seed which she relished feeling on her fur and flooding her insides. And oh it certainly helped he was quite the talented little lover boy but of course that summons ritual had intended to gift her with the company of the finest love maker in all of the inferno. Flagrant false advertising this most certainly wasn’t!!

For Moxxie, Chloe was a relentless force of erotic nature beautiful and deadly to behold all at once as an experience when it was clear the only way he was getting out of here was to give her exactly what she wanted most. Deep, hard fucking and ohh did she get it from missionary to doggy style to cowgirl in forward and reverse to being spooned and prone boned, unable to stop bucking and thrusting his hips. Especially with Chloe holding him in the warm embrace of her silky furred arms and legs as she drove and spurred him on to fill her with all the love he had to give. And oooh did he keep on giving.....

Now he wasn’t sure if there was succubus blood within the skunk babe’s family tree or she was just naturally that horny but one thing he could be certain of was that she was addictive!! He hadn’t experience sex this intense since the first time he ever did it with Millie, his first time with a woman at that, he’d almost thought he’d screwed up when his wife to be at the time had passed out with a smile on her face. And just when he felt like he would pass out, that scent of strawberries and lavender coming off of Chloe’s tail and fur seemed to rejuvenate and motivate him like tantric aroma thereapy. Much to the constant delight of the sensual bombshell of course at finding her sweet little possum still good to go in their intimate game.

After minutes passed into hours, dusk having set in long into the twilight of evening, Moxxie had somehow finally found himself back in his cosy little slice of Hell looking as emaciated and exhausted as a man who'd been lost in the desert dying of thirst only to have wound finding and nearly drowning in an oasis. His body marked in lipstick kiss marks, his clothes laying in a heap beside him with a business card in the suit coat pocket also marked with a kiss as it had Chloe's contact details and a bonus nude picture of her. Millie and Loona arriving surprised and puzzled to find the alpha male of their love life looking so fucked wondering just what or rather who had happened to him this time before getting to work giving him a little tlc r&r. After all he couldn't share the juicy details without a little food and hydration with some after care now could he?

Chloe meanwhile was enjoying herself a little personal selfcare session in the form of a warm bubble bath, humming as she held up her phone to admire the selfie she took with Moxxie. Mentally making plans for her next personal date with the sweet little possum imp as she looked forward to their next little love making session. Neither aware of the presence beyond the veil of the universe that had been watching, an ominous force within the vast crossroads of what many would call the multi-verse who had relished coming across the little romp between the skunk bombshell and the imp lover boy. Unseen and imcomprehensible to mortal eyes as she was, if Chloe were able to see her...it'd be like looking at a demonic mirror!!

Demon Queen Chloe:*An ethereal infernal flame bodied version of Chloe from a universe where she was a sort of Damned Fiend Overlord, hummed and giggled sensually to herself as she hovered among the vast sea of stars among space. Hovering around the earth like an invisible phantom eclipse as she beheld the blue planet like a rare gem she was admiring from a special jewellery box.*Mmmm, found you my sweet little possum.....I'll see you real soon..."*Pray for Moxxie folks, because he's going to all the hope he can get. You think basic Chloe was a handful, just imagine how wild and succubus horny this one is!!*

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It ain't Pretty...

Minerva Mink was a name that for many was associated with what could only be called an absolute sex goddess given shape and form in a curvy furry package, a girl who could turn heads and drop jaws whenever and wherever she went. Who could make even the most hetero woman question her own sexuality and could have a man be putty in hands and wrapped around her finger with a wink and a smile, but alas that had been her old life. Now here she was in Hell of all places though she figured it wouldn't be a big surprise she'd wind up here, what with being a case of literal lust on legs and as she found out, Heaven had a bit of a fickle stance on what souls got past the pearly gates. But while she could've likely given that redemption hotel she'd been hearing about a shot, the blonde furry bombshell decided to stick around for a different reason, mainly getting some payback and on who and why you might ask?

None other than Slappy Squirrel, ooh Minerva could never forget or forgive that trolling underhanded silverfox of a rodent, who somehow managed to age like fine wine despite having the attitude of a crotchety cantankerous hag. But it wasn't just envy over the fact that somehow the ol' battle-axe of a cougar somehow managed to become a big name Overlord in no time thanks to that infamous love of violence and that destructive nature of hers but Minerva knew it was partly her fault how she wound up dying and landing here to begin with. You see, boys and girls, not long after a certain sweet possum of ours had caused Slappy to shed the mortal coil, her demise had set off a string of hits from sinners come in and put out on old toons be they those who did a lot of wrongs or were outright villains long overdue on their karma warranty. With Minerva having been one such target put down for death by her old plaything Newt the hunting dog, yes sir, he was not forgiving or forgetting that cockteasing blueballing especially after the run-in that caused him to wind up as deep south as you could get.

Ironically it so happened to be Moxxie that did the deed on pulling the trigger, seems Blitzo for once had been impressed at how the thespian handled the Slappy job so he decided he could handle the gig. Which he pretty much did having taken to a simple approach by disguising himself as a hunter, she never saw it coming until she found the barrel pointing right between her eyes and boom, here she was in Hell with a splitting headache. But she couldn't stand the idea that somehow both in life and here, that damn squirrel was casting a shadow over her the old gal quickly becoming an overlord thanks to her destructive nature, and love of violence, while she herself found her charm almost non existent here especially compared to the average succubus and living a far cry from her life on Earth.

Her temper however, skyrocketed when she finds that Slappy is living the high life as an overlord, the kind of life of luxury she should've been living instead of actually, dare she think, working whatever passed for minimum wage in Hell. Or worse if things didn't improve for her at this rate, she might actually have to turn out tricks as a hooker!! Back in the living world she'd be turning heads and have simps laying on the ground to be doormats while down here she couldn't expect a manual on how a sinner could become an overlord!! Slappy on the other hand managed it at a rate not seen since the infamous arrival of the Radio Demon and she couldn't stand for it!!

So soon as she had found out where Slappy was living, she managed to steal and secure herself a weapon (good time to see if somebody could die in Hell twice!!) and upon arriving, snuck and broke in intent on giving her a piece of her mind, having been in the silver squirrel's shadow all her career and even now being dwarfed and outshined in the afterlife!! However, she made the mistake of attempting to attack her when she was having a 'personal meeting' with none other than Moxxie and Millie, having kicked the door down only to pause in awkward silence and confusion at the sight before her. The very same imp that had offed her having his horned freckled head right between Slappy's legs while Millie had been making out with her made the mink sinner freeze up like a deer in the headlights. Which of course gave Millie ample time to lunge at her and disarm her, knocking her out as she caught her before she fell and hit the ground.

As the Wrath shortstack held onto Minerva, Slappy got an idea, the sort of idea that was awful, wonderful, awfully wonderful and wonderfully awful. Within a a frame of time Minerva soon woke up naked bound and gagged, seeing Millie in her bra and panties smiling that big gap tooth smile of hers as she held her phone like she was recording with a video camera. While laying atop her midriff was Moxxie and Slappy using her as a glorified living mattress for their loving which was a polite way of saying they were going at on top of her like weasels in heat!! Minerva was understably angry, at first that is and then slowly found herself feeling horny as she sees first hand how good the squirrel is getting it, the expression of bliss and ecstasy on her face as the imp was mounted atop while thrusting and pumping his shaft onto her.

Minerva could certainly tell it was a big dick for sure given the noticeable bump in Slappy’s stomach indicating the depth of his length and girth, all the while she felt the squirrel’s pussy juices dribbling down onto her Snow White fur. Her own netherlips quivering itch a growing need which reminded the Mink just how far too long it’d been since she had gotten laid well before she even wound up in this infernal…….inferno!! But damnit did she really want Slappy’s sloppy seconds and from the same guy who offed them to boot? Even if he did have a pretty cute face and a no doubt very impressive cock and….what was she thinking about again?

Slappy:*moaning sensual as she lowered her upper body to drape herself atop the bound and gagged mink sinner, their tits pressed and rubbing together. Moxxie hugging around her waist as he kept going like a piston into her snatch’s ever welcoming embrace as the silver squirrel looke back and forth between him and the mink.* “Mmm that’s the stuff little man, keep going, just how mama likes it. Ya know Blondie, normally I’d be pretty pissed at having my personal quality time with Little Man interrupted like you done. But just s happens seeing your pretty face gave me some thinking to do so here’s a deal for ya. I’ll let Moxxie have a go at rocking your world with the best fuck you’ll ever have in any lifetime but only if you agree to be my personal secretary. What do you say Minnie?”*The saucy squirrel spoke in between the gasps and moans she made as the imp hit some sweet spots. All the while her fingers teased the clasps on the ballgag in Minerva’s mouth as she awaited for when the mink would decide to answer yes or no on her proposal.*

Minerva:*Now at first she considered refusing, mentally debating how and why with the reason above all being the fact she’d truly be laying second fiddle to Slappy. But she knew eventually, inevitably she’d have to give in as even now she became overcome with lust running through her nerves like a trail of gasoline set on fire. Glaring at the squirrel with a mix of horny defiance as she gasped and landed at her smirking face while she inside and removed the ballgag.* “Alright fine You twisted bitch whatever…just….let me get some already!!l *How she loathed that smug yet sexy grin on Slappy’s face as she gave the mink a soft, sensual peck on the lips while she signally for Moxxie to cease and dismount from her.*

The imp obliged her, more than used to Slappy and her kinky whims as he pried his cock out of her snatch, his length and girth glistening with a heavy coating of her juices. Minerva's eyes wide and locked on that big slab of fat imp fuckmeat, looking on as Moxxie firmly but gently pried her lovely legs apart and rubbed the tip against her sticky wet slit. Making her shudder before she soon felt it penetrate her, inch after inch of womb pounding, pussy stretching infernal heaven sinking in and proceeding to make the idea of ever wanting another guy at all fade away and classify itself as obsolete!! Feeling an orgasm rock her and this had just been from from it going inside!!

Slappy sat besides Millie as the Overlord and the imp watched with voyeuristic delight at Minerva becoming properly acquainted with the most sexually stimulating and addictive lover in all of Hell. Sensually biting her lip at seeing the Mink get plowed and rocked in a mating press as their sweet little possum of a thespian brought his erotic A game given who his audience was. Hands caressing and groping Minerva's immaculate, curvy silky furry form all over as he thrust away like a jackhammer. Waterfalls flowing between their legs as any remaining doubt or hesitation on Minerva’s part was drowned out by pleasure, her bonds undone as she was soon taking it doggy style on her hands and knees which Slappy considered a rather fitting snd suitable position for her.

The silver fox squirrel soon threw herself back into the mix kn the bed, feeling that her Little Man had done enough to hook Minerva to that addictive dick of his as she knelt before her on the mattress. Grasping that lush blonde mane of hers as she pressed the Mink’s muzzle to her slit, the bombshell getting the hint as she began to miss and eat it out, hands grabbing Slappy’s quite juicy fine wine aged booty as she accepted her new way of life in hell. More so particularly once Millie came in along to make the threesome a foursome as she placed the camera down to capture the action at the best angles. Suffice to say the mink sinner was thinking maybe her new lot in the afterlife might not be so bad after all, as she found herself in a rather cosy and warm afterglow pile snuggling with the squirrel overlord snd the imps.

Afterwards in the days and weeks that followed that little encounter, Slappy’s reputation as an overlord was said to skyrocket thanks to her newfound personal secretary, whose level of seduction was ssid to be on par with a succubus. Making for an effective one two combination of sex and violence who in their downtime always made sure to spend some quality time with their favourite little man. Often signalling him by sending him a nude or a sexy picture such as one of them in lingerie with a bottle and glass of red wine in hand. After all it was the least they could do to thank the little red possum for making the most of what the could in Hell, sweeter than candy and greener kn the other side than any grass….how sweet it is…

[saltsicklover]

Part Two

Here is part two! How are we liking it so far? I have so many feelings about asshole Bob and I needed them out in the world! I hope you enjoy!!

Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2800+

Rating: R

Warnings: Smoking, Rude Bob, Drinking, mentions of sex, betting/gambling (all fun and games), swearing.

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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During Senior year of high school, Bob was what one would've described as a big fish in a little pond. Good looking, a captain of the varsity level swim team, and came from a stable family outside of the ranching community that was so popular in Montana. His father owned portions of a large fracking business, which meant Bob's family had money; the Floyd's have always been a very wealthy family in Florence, hell, in Montana, everyone knew it too. 

He was always clade in his letterman jacket, the leather and felt adorned with pins and patches from his many accomplishments both in and out of the pool. On the left side was his athletic letter, the large felt patch covered in bars to represent the amount of hours he put into practice. Each bar the equivalent of another letter earned. 

On his right side was an academic letter, reverse colors from the first, designating his academic achievements. More pins littered themselves around the front, patches up and down each sleeve. Each patch had a date and a swim style on the top, as well as the time for completion on the bottom. 

 "Robert" Was embroidered above the left pocket while his graduation year was embroidered above the right. Floyd was done up in beautiful, scrawling letters that crossed over the expanse of his shoulders, his school logo large and detailed below. 

The jacket itself was a work of art, the older woman at the embroidery shop said it herself. After all, after each new achievement, he brought the jacket into her for upkeep and to sew the new patches into place. She liked to joke that he kept her from retirement with all of the awards he was winning. 

The rich smell of tobacco clung to the fabric of the jacket, the scent wafting from it every time Bob walked past. The tobacco was quality, the smell of cherries and smoke alone making girls weak at the knees. 

Duchenne hated that jacket almost as much as she hated the man who wore it. She hated his perfect hair and the shy smile he always seemed to give teachers, even though he was one of the biggest players in the school. Between him and his buddies, they had slept with half of the girls in the school, grade level and experience be damned. Hell, emotions be damned, Robert Floyd and his buddies left more broken hearts in their wake than anyone she had ever seen. 

The women's bathrooms were littered with magic marker on the stalls, warning of Bob Floyd and his ragtag swim team. How they would love you and leave you, the same old story as the years before. The swim team always seemed to be the hub for the worst of the worst boys, but Bob brought a new level of assholery. 

"Hey there, Douche," Bob smiled, his eyes glittering with something less than friendly. He held his cowboy hat in his hand, arms crossed over his chest. A Cigarillo's tucked behind his ear, there's always one there, ready for Bob to smoke it at any given time. 

"It's Duchenne and you know it," She seethed at him, biting back her raising tone. One of his buddies, Gene, bumps her in the shoulder with his. 

"We all know that's just a nickname, and I think Douche actually fits you better," Bob shrugs, pulling his backpack further up on his shoulder as his eyes wander over her frame. "Tell me something," He grins down at her, eyebrows raised in anticipation, "Do you always dress so uhh..." He waves his hand up and down in front of her, like he is trying to come up with the words. 

"Hand-me-down drab?" His other friend, Johnny, finishes for him, quirking an eyebrow. 

"Yes, John, exactly, hand-me-down drab." Bob nods, pleased with the description. 

Duchenne can't help but look down at her jeans, the cuffs caked in a thin layer of mud, before dragging her eyes over the sleeves of her shirt. A long sleeve white shirt is covered with a faded tee-shirt that once belonged to her older brother. She can't help but try and brush back the hair from her face, but the hair falls in front of her eyes again. The haircut she had asked for looked less chic and more like a bowl cut. She was thankful in that moment to have shoved her glasses into her bag before leaving her last class.

"I am here to get my degree, not to put on a fashion show for the likes of you, Bertie." She stands her ground, her voice only wavering a bit at the end. He shakes his head at the nickname, trying not to let it get to him. He has always hated that nickname and the way it seems to crawl just under his skin. He shivers. She is proud of herself and tries not to let it show of her face. "Unlike you lot, I plan on moving out of this town after graduation instead of being stuck here for the rest of my life."

The boys laugh at her, each thinking about their own plans after graduation. Johnny is all set to take over the family business at the mortuary and Gene has plans on taking the autobody courses down at the community college.  

Bob wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he thinks he is the only one with any real plan after graduation. He's already been accepted to a 'fancy' out of statue university in order to get a mathematics degree so he can enter the Navy as an officer. He wants to be an aviator, he wants to make a difference, but the last thing he would do is let that thought slip out. But hell, he for sure knew that he wasn't going to get himself stuck in Montana like the rest of his family had- hell, like most everyone's families had. 

"And what exactly do you plan on doing out in the big bad world, huh?" Bob teases her, inching a bit closer with each word. 

He doesn't like that he is mean, though he wouldn't say that to anyone either. He found out early on, during the first semester of Freshman year, that the only way he was going to make it through was to establish himself as a bully before he himself could be bullied. The swim team took him in first because he was good. He swam fast and had good form, overall he started as a means to an end; get the team to nationals. Soon after that, he began acquiring more awards than he could count and the meanness was so far under his skin it came out in habit. 

She did not shrink as he stalked towards her- she had never been afraid of Bob. Hell, she even harbored a crush for him when they first started high school, but as the time went on, that crush grew into hatred and loathing for his presence and the man he became. 

"I am going to be a writer," Duchenne's words are a matter of fact. The boys just laugh at her, not entertaining her thoughts anymore than that. She could feel the pinprick of tears forming in her eyes, but did her best to blink them away as they turned to saunter down the hallway. 

"Fucking assholes," Is all she can mutter. With a swift wipe of the stay tear that has found it's way down her face, she turns and heads to class herself. She fails to shake the smokey cherry scent from her mind. 

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"Somebody order the expensive shit, we are celebrating tonight!" Natasha shouts, her body basically hurdling towards the men at the pool table. Hangman is bent over the table, lining up a shot for a center pocket. As Phoenix comes barreling around the table, her hip catches the back of his cue, dismantling his whole shot and earning her a stern glair from the blond. 

She makes it over to Bob, sliding haphazardly onto the stool next to him. Their shoulders bump and he laughs a bit, but Natasha misses it, her nose glued to her phone. 

"What's got you all excited?" Rooster questions her, wiping foam off of his mustache. 

"Sunny is why I am so goddamn excited!" She shouts, earning her looks from each member of their team as well as other patrons that have found themselves sitting near the Dagger Squad. 

"What's up with Sunny?" Bob asks, excitement behind his eyes that's shrouded by furrowed brows. 

"Who's Sunny?" Payback questions, taking his shot at the pool table. 

"She is my best friend! And also my digital pen-pal! I just got an email from her and she said she is coming out to San Diego for work but is taking vacation after her business trip is done! She wants to finally meet!" Phoenix spills, tracing her eyes over the email for the fifth time since she got off work a half hour ago. 

"Wait- you've never met this woman?" Hangman questions her with a tilt of his well groomed head. 

"Nope, never met her! Never even seen a picture. We agreed to that when we first started writing each other and I guess after all of this time we never really thought to change the agreement," Nat shrugs, turning her attention to the beer Fanboy holds out for her. 

"How long have you been writing each other?" Rooster throws out a question. 

"Ten years, almost eleven maybe?"

"Ten years?!" The group erupts. 

"Yeah. Started when I was twenty two, she was eighteen. It was the idea of the MFLAC counselor at the time, and I it was unconventional, but I got drunk one night after a grueling week during flight school and ended up on that dumb website. A drunk email later that I barely remember sending later, and here we are!" She throws her arms up ceremoniously. 

Bob can't help but laugh to himself. He knows all about Sunny. The pen-pal topic was one of the first really deep conversations Bob and Natasha shared. She was hesitant to share the knowledge of her best friend with her back seater, but she knew that if anyone were going to understand the situation, it would be Bob. 

By the time Bob zones back into the conversation, Natasha's attention is square on him, a big smile plastered to her face. 

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Bob's hand comes up to wipe at his lips. 

"Oh my God, Bob!" She swats his arm gently, "I thought you were always tuned in but I guess not," She laughs, "I said, I hope it's okay with you that I already told Sunny she could use our guestroom for the couple weeks she will be in town. I am going to take some of my leave days while she is here," 

"Oh! Yeah, definitely. Sunny is welcome anytime!" 

"Good, because she will be here next week, Wednesday. Her work thing in Monday and Tuesday, but then she will be all mine!" Phoenix practically giggles. 

"Are we going to take bets on if she is hot?" Rooster asks, his cheeks a bit red, more out of worry that Phoenix will slap him than of the words themselves. 

"Oh, we are definitely taking bets on if Phoenix's mystery best friend is hot!" Hangman said, taking out his wallet. 

Almost everyone bet on whether or not Sunny would be attractive. Bradley, Jake, Javy and Natasha herself bet that she would be, while Mickey, Callie, and Reuben voted against. Yale and Harvard wanted to vote but lost their cash at a poker game and couldn't pay in, but they voted 'yes' and 'no' respectively. Fritz and Omaha each got tasked with holding half of the bets, leaving them unable to make a bet of their own. Bob was the only one who didn't vote. Hell, he didn't need to. He knew from the way Phoenix talks about Sunny that she was going to be absolute breathtaking. 

He didn't need to know what she looked like; he knew from every little detail that Nat shared with him, and some that he read over her shoulder, that she was going to be his definition of perfection. 

Sunny was well read, well spoken, and had so many ideas about the world it made his head spin. He hung off of ever detail Nat would tell him, usually over breakfast, before they headed into work that morning. 

She always got the emails early in the morning, since Sunny was somewhere a time zone or two away. He wasn't actually sure where she lived, or where she was from. He made a note to ask Nat later. Bob loved to hear about the adventures of Sunny and the things she was up to in her world. She would write to Nat about her bad dates and the meetings that she often got stuck in that could have just been emails. She laments about her inability to find love and her hopes and dreams for the future. Sunny even shares stories from her past. Each little piece he gets makes him feel like he already knows her. 

As the night goes on, the liquor flows, specifically the good stuff that Nat ordered to celebrate the news. Half of the team left an hour ago before things really started picking up, and now Bradley, Jake, Javy, Natasha and Bob are slotted on stools, taking shots and talking about their worst memories from high school.

"I swear to god, I had no idea that she was the daughter of the district's super intendent!" Javy holds his hands up in defense, tears of laughter pouring down his face. "IF I would've know that, I most definitely would not have TP'd their house the same day I asked her to Homecoming!" 

The group laughs at their friend's expense before Hangman pipes up, "I remember Homecoming! All of the girls came to school with those giant, ridiculous, mums they wore around their necks!" The team looks at him like he has two heads. 

"You know, the big flower things that they decorated with streamers and all that crap? It was kinda like a pissing contest for the family's who had money, but I also think it was to keep dates from getting handsy. Afterall, who could cop a feel with all of that in the way?"  The team make mixed sounds of amusement and understanding, but Jake just shakes his head and waves his hand, muttering a 'you have no idea' into his beer. 

"My date and I were given condoms by my Mom before we left for Junior Prom," Bradley runs a hand over the back of his neck, a flush of color blooming over his skin. The men erupt in big booming laughs as Nat just looks at him with a wide smile. She has heard stories about his Mom and Dad and knows just how much they loved their son; she also knows that is exactly something that would happen to Rooster. 

"Did you use them?" Hangman manages to ask between fits of giggles. 

"Of course we did!" Rooster says the words a little more confidently than intended, making the validity of his statement round off into a question. 

"What about you Bob?" Javy questions, leaning in. 

"I uhh, I didn't really do school functions," It was a lie, he absolutely did, and he remembers Senior prom as one of the best and words days of his life. It was all so good, perfect really, until it all came crashing down, and it was his fault. 

The Daggers tease him a bit before deciding to call it a night. They stumble out to the parking lot, each waiting on some sort of ride service. Bob follows his drunken friends out of the Hard Deck, swinging his keys around his finger. He unlocks his truck and Natasha climbs clumsily into the passenger seat. 

When Bob pulls himself into the drivers seat, she mumbles something about being thankful that he didn't drink often, while she fought with her seatbelt. Once she finally gets it clicked in, Bob is backing up, ready for the night to be over so that he can stop thinking about the damn Senior Prom. 

By the time they hit the main drag, Natasha has turned to him with a goofy smile on her face. "So, tell me Bob, how was your Prom?" Her words come out giggly and slurred, and in that moment he hated that she could read him so easily. A blush bit at his ears as he let out a heavy sigh. 

"It was the best and worst night of my adolescence," He finally admits, throwing on a blinker to switch lanes. 

"Go on," She waves her hand for him to continue, rolling the window down with the other.

"I remember it like it was yesterday," He begins to explain, letting the memory wash over him like water that is just a touch too hot to be comfortable.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

saw that one post of yours titled "his gaze softened" and fell in love with it! i was wondering if you would mind making a version with Haley, Claire and Daia instead? (my favs from vanilla SDV, SVE and RSV, respectively). if not, that's alright.

have a great day!

Of course! Have a great day too and enjoy 💖

Haley:

Click, click, click, click...

The clicking had been going on for more than 20 minutes, as Haley couldn't get a perfect picture of the forest lake with her camera. Such a beautiful summer atmosphere: sunny weather, birds singing, fish splashing, flowers fragrant - the girl was ready to sacrifice the cleanliness of her new stilettos in order not to miss and capture such a perfect moment in the forest on the photo tape.

But the blonde girl still couldn't pick any photo - none of the photos fits, everywhere there is some object spoiling the whole picture. Deciding to take a break for a couple minutes from the endless clicking of her camera button, Haley noticed that just as the "that" farmer came out of the door of the Marnie's Ranch. The same Farmer, who still continued to be friends with Haley, despite the fact that in the past she'd made some less than tactful, and at times even rude, comments about their clothing. She would have said something about it even now, to be honest: their worn blue overalls were covered in dust, earth, and grass. However, Haley had been annoyed by this scruffiness at first on the first day they'd both met, but now she thought there was some charm to it. Though it would seem - what charm could you find in a dirty farmer's clothes?

The Farmer held a lump of something white in his hands, and a small basket of sunflowers hung from the bend of their elbow. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Haley realized that the "something white" in their hands was none other than a little cute lamb. Oh, so adorable!

Not realizing what she was doing, Haley took a quick picture of the Farmer while they were playing with a farm animal they had purchased. Noticing a flash not far away near the lake, Farmer took a quick step toward Haley. The girl was only slightly startled, thinking that the Farmer didn't like the hidden camera taking pictures without their asking. But they only bestowed the girl with their snow-white smile, gave her a sunflower (her favorite...), and let her play with the lamb for a bit.

After they finished talking and the Farmer headed home, Haley started looking at the pictures she had taken earlier, and stopped at the one where the Farmer, in a straw hat, smiling toothily, was playing with the cute lamb. Her gaze softened at the sight of such a happy person, her friend, her... secret object of adoration?

Okay, she got distracted, still need to take pictures of the landscape. And that picture of the Farmer... Well, she would keep secret, away from prying eyes.

Claire:

Today Claire was lucky that there weren't many customers in the Jojamart, or else her manager would have made her miss half the break time again, because "customers need to be served, and rest can wait." The red-haired girl headed towards the small pond outside the store, the only place that wasn't lined with huge vans and crates with the dull logo of Joja. Just the quiet splash of water, a couple of trees, and silence... She could quietly enjoy a break and delve into reading her favorite book.

No sooner had Claire found a bench to sit down on than she noticed a figure not far from the pond. Birds of various colors were flying noisily around the person. Sparrows, titmouse, snowbirds - the very ones that don't fly south, staying in the Stardew Valley during the winter. The feathered lumps chirped happily around (as Claire noticed after a moment) the Farmer, perched on their shoulders, arms and head, gratefully and eagerly eating the bird food the Farmer had generously scattered. The cashier raised her eyebrows in surprise, amazed as she watched the smiling Farmer and the noisy little birds.

The birds seemed to trust them enough not to be afraid of them at all. Oh, how funny the Farmer looks when the little feather lumps, even after a hearty meal, were unwilling to leave the Farmer, perched on top of them. And how the Farmer pretended to be grumpy that they was going to stay here for a long time, but was nevertheless glad of such attention from the birds.

How Claire's gaze softened at the sight of the fondling birds and such a kind person for remembering to care not only their farm animals, but for the others. And the way her cheeks flushed slightly when the Farmer spotted her and waved a hand in greeting, and Claire could have sworn that the birds that perched on the Farmer also chirped happily as they greeted the red-haired girl.

Daia:

"You'll never catch up to me!"

"I am speeeeed!"

"Hee hee hee!"

The children's laughter filled the entire Ridge, not intending to end anytime soon. After all, Keahi, Trinnie and Blair had just gotten into the flavor of the game when they, squealing with joy and merriment, ran away from the Farmer who had graciously agreed to play catch-up with them. Naturally, the Farmer runs as fast as a cheetah and could have caught someone a long time ago, but that's no fun.

After an hour of playing, they dramatically fell to the grass, and the children immediately went up to the Farmer and fell on the grass too with them, celebrating their victory.

"Hehehe, we overtook you! I told you I am the speeeeed!"

While all four of them were lying on the grass and laughing, not far behind a tall poplar tree stood Daia. A noise in the forest caught her attention and the curious ninja decided to find out what was going on. Her gaze softened and her heart filled with mirth when Daia realized that it wasn't evil spirits that had managed to crawl out of Ridge Forest, but just local kids and that 'cutie farmer' from a nearby town. Oh, she wished she could join the game too!

It was a shame that grumpy Jio would be all over her about the abandoned post, so Daia just smiled again and disappeared into the mist.

[mbrainspaz]

It does bug me that I met a woman who is beautiful and owns her own ranch where she breeds exotic fish and runs a doggy daycare and she also collects rocks and competes at high level horse shows and fixes her own truck and trains animals for movies and travels —

But all she seems to want in terms of social connection are the hundreds of likes on her entrepreneur lifestyle Facebook posts. She’s not exactly famous but she has intense celebrity energy.

I’m not sure if I want to kiss her or be her but there is so blatantly no room in her perfect life for any kind of partnership. I did try. She is probably straight or ace but I’m fine with that too. I went on a trail ride with her once and she spent the whole thing lecturing me about running a freelance business. I was so smitten I enjoyed it. She was renting out a room to another crush of mine at the time. That girl was leaving and I needed a new place to rent—I have never been shot down with such humbling abrupt-itude. I didn’t even fully get to ask. It was made clear to me that she is so far out of my league, even in terms of casual association, that I never had a chance. Even working for her was out of the question. I doubt she remembers me at all, even though I interact with her posts sometimes.

I’m not exactly jealous of her, except for the having enough generational wealth to buy land thing. I do see in her everything I wanted to be, growing up. A lot of the things I still want. I actually have most of what she does, just on a smaller, landless hobo scale. And I tend to write about my struggles rather than my successes just because I find them more interesting. Insert some grindset tripe about me not manifesting my own success here or whatever. I’m pretty proud of myself for even being alive and renting a shed given what I’ve been through.

Her logo sucks though. 1/10, absolutely abysmal graphic design skills. If I wasn’t invisible to her and she asked me to make her one I’d do it for free.

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Guns Dutton Ranch Yellowstone SVG - Western Cowboy SVG PNG, Cricut File

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The Path to a Cruelty-Free Lifestyle 

Introduction 

In a bustling world where our choices ripple through ecosystems and touch lives beyond our own, the concept of a cruelty-free lifestyle has gained prominence. At its core lies a profound respect for sentient beings—the animals with whom we share this planet. In this article, we’ll explore what it means to champion animal rights, the impact of our daily decisions, and how we can transition toward a more compassionate existence. 

Understanding Animal Rights 

Animal rights isn’t a new idea; it’s a timeless ethical framework that challenges us to recognize the intrinsic value of all creatures. Here are some key tenets: 

Sentience Matters: Animals experience pain, joy, fear, and love. Acknowledging their sentience means treating them with kindness and empathy. 

Freedom from Exploitation: Animals deserve freedom from unnecessary suffering. This extends beyond pets to farm animals, wildlife, and even laboratory subjects. 

Species Equality: Whether a pig, a dog, or a dolphin, each life matters equally. Species shouldn’t dictate our compassion. 

The Cruelty-Free Lifestyle 

1. Conscious Consumption 

Our daily choices shape the world. By opting for cruelty-free products, we vote for a kinder marketplace. Consider: 

Cosmetics: Look for the Leaping Bunny logo—a symbol of cruelty-free cosmetics. Brands like Lush, Too Faced, and Pacifica champion this cause. 

Fashion: Choose synthetic materials over leather, fur, or wool. Sustainable fashion brands like Stella McCartney lead the way. 

2. Plant-Powered Nutrition 

The food on our plates carries immense power. Here’s how to make it count: 

Veganism: A vegan diet excludes all animal products. It’s not just about salads; it’s a vibrant culinary adventure. Explore plant-based cheeses, lentil stews, and decadent chocolate mousse—all without harming animals. 

Health Benefits: Research shows that plant-based diets reduce the risk of heart disease, diabetes, and certain cancers. Plus, they’re kinder to our planet. 

3. Advocacy and Education 

We can’t change the world alone, but we can inspire change: 

Spread Awareness: Share documentaries like “Earthlings” or “Cowspiracy.” Engage in conversations about animal rights. 

Support Sanctuaries: Visit animal sanctuaries or donate to their causes. Witnessing rescued animals thrive reinforces our commitment. 

4. Compassion Beyond Borders 

Cruelty-free living transcends national boundaries: 

Global Impact: The Amazon rainforest, home to countless species, faces deforestation due to cattle ranching. Our choices affect ecosystems worldwide. 

Factory Farming: These industrial systems harm animals, workers, and the environment. By reducing meat consumption, we challenge this status quo. 

Conclusion 

A cruelty-free lifestyle isn’t about perfection; it’s about progress. Each small step—whether choosing a soy latte over a dairy one or supporting an animal shelter—matters. As we embrace compassion, we honor the interconnectedness of all life. So, let’s walk this path together, hand in paw, toward a world where kindness prevails. 

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Zaxby's Release the MrBeast Box: A Collaboration Inspired by the YouTube Sensation

Zaxby’s has joined forces with YouTube sensation MrBeast to introduce an exciting new box deal and embark on a year-long partnership. Starting Thursday, participating Zaxby’s locations will offer the MrBeast box, a curated selection of delectable items personally chosen by the renowned content creator himself. The box includes Zaxby’s famous chicken fingers, crinkle fries, White Cheddar bites, Texas toast, signature sauces, a specially formulated milk chocolate bar, and a refreshing fountain drink. “I grew up going to Zaxby's, so when we started talking and decided to make the MrBeast Box, I knew it'd be perfect to include my new Feastables bar in it,” expressed Jimmy Donaldson, popularly known as MrBeast. “It’s the world's best chocolate bar and the world's best chicken, simple as that.” Crafted in collaboration with MrBeast, the box features Zaxby’s signature colors and MrBeast’s iconic logo. This partnership extends beyond the box, with plans for video integrations and social media content in the pipeline. “Just like MrBeast’s dedicated fanbase, Zaxby’s guests keep coming back for more to see how we’re raising the bar for quality,” remarked Patrick Schwing, Chief Marketing and Strategy Officer at Zaxby’s. “As a lifelong fan of the local Zaxby’s in Greenville, Jimmy is the perfect partner. Zaxby’s and MrBeast are bound by a mutual admiration, small-town roots, and a dedication to our craft.” Here’s what you’ll find in the MrBeast Box: - 4 Chicken Fingerz: Premium-cut tenderloin chicken fingers, hand-breaded and marinated for 12 hours. - Crinkle Fries: Golden, crispy fries seasoned to perfection. - Cheddar Bites: Bite-sized White Cheddar cheese bites, dipped in batter and fried. - Two Slices of Texas Toast: Served with a buttery garlic spread. - Two Signature Sauces: Zax Sauce and Ranch. - Milk Chocolate Bar: Featuring a new formula with simple, high-quality ingredients. The MrBeast Box meal will be available at select Zaxby’s locations for a limited time, starting at $12.99. Customers can order in-store, online, or through the Zaxby’s app. Get ready to indulge in this exciting collaboration between Zaxby’s and MrBeast, bringing together the best of both worlds for an unforgettable dining experience. Read the full article

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Happy Tears

I have long studied line extensions, those inevitable new flavor, color, and feature variants that are issued after the success of a flagship product. I started studying them back in my PhD program, when I fell in love with the supermarket industry. I ultimately wrote my dissertation about my research and statistical model of how supermarket buyers—meaning the corporate kind, not you and me—select new items to stock in their stores.

And one of the key factors was whether the new item was an innovation, a “me-too” copycat, or a line extension. Innovations were deemed best from the supermarket viewpoint, but manufacturers love line extensions because they are typically much cheaper to introduce. After all, the heavy lifting has already been done, the brand name, logo, design, etc., already firmly established. It doesn’t take as much effort to simply spin out a new varietal.

All of which is necessary lead-in for today’s blog, the story of a major CPG (consumer packaged goods) manufacturer introducing not one, but several, line extensions. Coca-Cola, the company that until the introduction of Diet Coke in January 1982 at the time of the Super Bowl, had vowed it would never use line extensions, is working overtime to keep churning out new products.

I wonder how that crow has tasted through the years, because if you walk into any supermarket today, you can usually find 20 or more variants all under just the Coca-Cola name. And that does not include Sprite and its family of flavors.

The latest issues are Coca-Cola Spiced, in both the standard sugared and Zero versions (that’s two line extensions so far). Infusing a hint of raspberry flavoring, along with some modest spices, they have offered yet another take on what is the gold standard in colas. I just hope that grocers have enough room to slice the soft drink aisle into even thinner product facings.

The new Spiced appears in special skinny cans, which sets it apart on shelves, but also sends a subliminal message: that it must be lower in calories. This would automatically be true of the Zero version by default, but the skinny can trick has been used with a lot of other products lately, including alcoholic beverages ranging from beers to ranch waters.

But wait, there’s more!

The “more” part is actually the most interesting aspect of Coke’s latest announcement, because they are also partnering with TikTok for an exclusive distro deal available only through TikTok’s e-commerce marketplace. The new product comes packaged in a special tin lunchbox of sorts, and is part of Coke’s ongoing Creations series, already with eight iterations under its belt. Creations allows Coca-Cola to experiment with truly odd flavors and names, all in an effort to lure Gen-Z customers.

Coming soon to TikTok is Happy Tears Zero Sugar, delivered in a “hype kit” that comes with two cans of soda, and tissues to wipe away tears. The new product drops on 17th February, National Random Acts of Kindness Day.

How Gen-Z of you, Coca-Cola! I mean, I guess. I wouldn’t know, if only by virtue of being a few generations removed. But I do applaud the originality and the hype they have created. I just wish Gen-Zers well in trying to buy these, because they will be competing with eBayers intent on scoring a few to put up on auction. These will go fast, and fetch high dollars.

There are both upsides and downsides to scarcity and exclusivity, though. If you make it too exclusive and scarce, you will wind up with legions of disappointed fans. But if you flood the market, you will destroy any cachet you had created in the first place. It would no longer be cool to have this, a novelty which by its design loses value quickly as soon as you pop open one of those cans.

I still chuckle every time Coca-Cola releases yet another line extension, if only because turn-abouts are often remembered and invoked in a negative way. It’s like a politician allegedly flip-flopping on an issue. Those dance moves have a way of rearing their ugly head again and again in the court of public opinion.

But then again, I see nothing wrong with politicians doing so, if only because they have learned more about a subject, and, with better information, have made a more informed decision. I like to think that Coca-Cola did too once it reconsidered its decades-long opposition. Once it saw how well Diet Coke did, crushing the in-house rival brand Tab, they were off to the races with new versions. The onslaught has continued unabated for more than 40 years.

I just want one of those hype kits. I have a place on my shelf waiting for it. And I won’t be crying Happy Tears if I don’t get one.

Dr “On Down The Line” Gerlich

Audio Blog

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"I think you're right on the money," Lokni murmured in agreement, "if famous people have gone missing, there's gotta' be some sort of search or somethin' going on. Although, with how different all the places are, I doubt that they'd trace it back to the same source." There was Hye-jin, Zaid, this 'survivor,' and certainly more that Lokni had yet to meet. So that was at least two different countries, not to mention folk went missing all the time. In terms of his own folk, the government did little to keep track of those reports, but maybe if a few prized celebrities went missing they might actually do something for once.

One thing was for certain, Tej was on to something. Whoever was watching them was getting a kick out of all of this. Didn't like the idea of unseen voyeurs getting off to the perils of others- Tej had an interesting imagination. "Now that you mention it, did you see any of those flower logos on the ship? It was all a blur for me and I have yet to go back- couldn't remember much except feelin' like shit." Tej's questions seeded new ideas in Lokni's mind as well, who knew if the ship was relevant anymore? "I don't know if it 'matters' to them sons of bitches that snatched us, but the ship might hold more answers- especially if it's not related to the island. After all, it was wrecked on the shore, right? I doubt that the placement was intentional. Maybe a byproduct?" For the first time in his life, Lokni wanted to know what it was like to drink, to take the edge off for a moment. He quickly shoo'ed away the invasive and unwanted notion.

"Moved from Cali to Oregon. Not fancy California, more like the type of area that gets burned down due to unnecessary fireworks at a gender reveal party." Lokni added, a hint of bitterness tinging his voice like coffee grains escaping into and ruining the pot.

Pictures? Oh- That was right, they had pictures on their phones, data that didn't need any connection to access. Nodding sheepishly, Lokni pulled his flip phone from his pocket, thankfully the water hadn't damaged it, actually it seemed to work better here than it had back at the ranch. Why was the reception so damn good? His wary gaze trailed to the tower before them. That's probably the reason, although Lokni didn't see any power lines or wires that would betray what its real purpose was.

He opened up his photos and selected the first one available, a grainy photo of his blue roan mare standing at the Calgary Stampede Indigenous Relay Race event. Lokni was at her side, in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off of it. Chenoa was painted up, as was Lokni's face. He had intentionally placed a white handprint on the back of her shoulder muscle, where he knew her heart was pounding with anticipation, as was his own. He had also placed a black handprint over his own on that worn white t-shirt, signifying their unity. The striking contrast of the colors made them easy to see, even when moving at top speed.

Tej's suggestion was a blood-chilling one. "I don't know how much they know, but they wouldn't find much in here," Lokni replied, a cursory glance at his outdated phone. "Do you wanna' swap numbers-? Just to be safe- that is," Lokni added hastily, feeling a bit foolish for how casually he had suggested it.

All had gone well up until that point- and then the burning hot flash of light- and then pain- coursing through his eyes and into the far reaches of his skull. Teeth clenched, grunting his way through the pain Lokni stumbled back, hearing Tej's words as if he was more than a few hundred yards away.

He opened his eyes, but everything looked a bit too hazy and double- coupled with the sheer pain- Lokni wavered, a hand against the tower as he mustered all his control to not throw up in front of Tej. His body broke out in a cold sweat, the kind that made you wanna' get unshucked, but that was also not something that Lokni was particularly keen on doing in front of Tej. Taking deep, manual breaths through his nose, Lokni managed to keep his witts and stomach.

"I'm fine," Lokni groaned, wiping his brow and tugging at this shirt to try and dry the sweat from his skin. "Just a little dizzy." Experimentally he opened his eyes once more, it was still hazy, but he was no longer seeing everything in double. "I couldn't see for a moment there-"

An artist so practiced and attuned with visual images gave the vaguest description possible. Alex didn't exactly blend in, and all that stood in the way of a meeting now was time.

"There's a few celebrities around, yeah." Tej was known in such a specific circle. Part of a Met exhibition. Regularly caught by street fashion photographers in NYC. All hardly worth mentioning. He'd glimpsed second-hand celebrity, of course. Much of what it took to maintain seemed like a pain in the ass.

Tej threw a look to the silent, ever present paparazzi: the fixed cameras. Singular eyes on the end of an antennae and focused right on them. "Wonder what's going on back home. I'd hope someone might tie together the sudden disappearances of a few famous people. You reckon?"

"I'm sure someone watched the bridge collapse. Probably jerked off to the whole thing." (Which made Tej wonder: his subs were going through the roof, but how many did his abandoned OnlyFans have now?) With a gesture once again to reference whoever sat on the other end of the camera lens, "Those stupid flowers on the cameras. On everything. Except this bracelet." But the stone somehow provided an exhale when worn. A fog of uneasiness surrounded Tej when it was off his wrist.

"I wonder what will happen to the boat. It was a waiting room, I guess. Now it doesn't matter?" As new people dropped in infrequently, and no longer through the decaying carcass of a cruise ship. Tej nodded-- yes to keeping Lokni up to date, yes to the boot up the ass their captors deserved.

Lokni shared in a way so few bothered to do back in New York (which included Tej himself). To leave without looking back was relatable. "Bold move, just the two of you leaving the rez like that. Starting up in... same state?" A lot of questions to ask, although immediately Tej didn't want to pry. A curiosity best saved when they were out of the shadow of a looming tower.

An brow arched., unusually expressive for Tej. "Mongolia? Because of th horses, hm?" His lips pressed into flat line. "Mm. Got to go to a few places I never dreamed of going to." A twist at the base of his throat made Tej question if he'd ever be anywhere else again.

His mouth shifted into a lopsided amusement. A boy and his horse. Not difficult to imagine Lokni running an affectionate hand along the soft felt of hair, the swivel of an ear and lazy swing of the tail as Lokni shared a secret with Chenoa. "Horses tend not to interrupt too much. Keep their controversial opinions to themselves. It's a nice name. Got a photo of Chenoa on your phone?" Another anomaly, the phones.

"Ever wonder what they know about us." The contents of their phones. The name of Lokni's horse. Tej's jaw hinged tighter as his hand played with the light and the dark at the top of the tower.

A flash caused Tej to briefly shield his eyes. Warmth radiated across one ear, the cheek. Much like being behind the wheel on a hot summer day with the sun mercilessly following along the driver's side. But the light aimed for Lokni, who reeled back with a shout.

A small horror: I did that. (And the first real thrill in a long time, I did that.) Instinct moved Tej a few feet away, with hands locked on top of his head in disbelief. "Fucking hell, man. You okay?" Shit, the last thing he needed to deal with was blinding someone.

His hands lowered and he took a tentative step closer. "Not sure what happened." Lokni was way too savvy for Tej to feign innocence, so might as well fess up. "The light followed my hands. Don't understand how, or why. Wasn't thinking it would get that bright." He watched Lokni, carefully searching for signs of retaliation. "Sorry."

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