#kai voyagers cute

[firemenenthusiast]

kai voyagers x reader headcannons

warnings: sfw, fluff. kinda sad tbh

- since you were little kids you’ve been almost inseparable, doing almost everything together

- he had his eyes set on you when all of you were introduced to each other in the playroom and as a kid he had approached to befriend you without thinking

- the blue makes them emotionless, cant feel happy, cant feel sad, cant feel love— yet he knows deep down he feels something for you. he just didn’t know what it was

- and the something he feels since you were little wasn’t necessarily love, but what he is sure of is that he’d always pick you in a room full of people

- richard noticed how both of you would play together, do chores together and was becoming a pair. a one for two deal. so he let the both of you be

- the best thing about living on the ship is when all of you are given a free day of the week. where you could just do whatever you feel like doing, no chores, no schedules, for the whole day

- so he would knock on your compound first thing in the morning, making sure to be the earliest so you can have the whole day to spend time together

- you as a child was so cute, so he would pick a blooming small flower from the garden, picking out the most vibrant of them all because he couldn’t tell what was pretty and what was not

- the flower he’d pick would be tucked behind your ear, making you look even cuter to him

- the feeling you both have for each other would at times pound at your chests yet there’s nothing you could do about it, the blue supressing them all

- he wished he could describe or atleast tell you that he loves spending time with you but he didnt know how, he didn’t know that was a thing

- despite not understanding or knowing what the two of you have, you continue doing everything with him cuz you feel the most at ease beside him

- the two of you have always been around each other since there wasn’t much difference in your height so when kai started growing so tall, you have to crane your neck to look at him

- free days are always both your favourites, up until you’ve both grown up as teenagers. especially now, you spend more time just sitting together at the ship’s viewpoint, pointing at the nearest burning star, you resting your head against his shoulder

- so when the whole ship stopped taking the blue, the feelings you have for each other became elevated. like you had just now discovering a deep connection with each other

- the lack of blue in your systems makes the two of you happier, finally being able to feel the rush of running around the ship, laughing and giggling at each other,,

- and cry together at your designated spot, the viewpoint while watching the stars in private after they had found richards stash of his photos on earth

- you don’t understand the fault of your existence that you have to be shipped away in a swallowing abyss of darkness, away from the shining sun on earth

- he doesn’t know what it feels like to sit on the grass, basking in the sunlight like richard used to do in those pictures, but he bet it feels nice

- and he wants nothing more than to feel how nice it is to lay on the grassy field, with your hand in his, you on his side for hours on end

- living on the ship is full of uncertainty, they don’t know who they actually are most of the times

- but one thing kai knows that even if it’s the end of the world, he wants you to always be with him

[uch3na]

i’ve just sent out this same exact request to another writer but im going mad about the amount of fics (zero) with kai from voyagers (ARCHEIIE)

𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚

| pairing - kai x reader

| warnings - sub!kai, kai jerking off while thinking of reader, praise (m recieving), riding, finger sucking, mindbreak (if u squint hard enough), kai really wanting to pleasure the reader

| a/n - im ngl i was so happy i got this request bc ive been wanting to write for him so here u go🤫🤫

you always had your eye on kai. not in an attracted way, but you were always closest to him than anyone else on the ship.

but its just like one day everything — changed. when you stopped drinking your “medication” you just saw him differently. every time you looked at him you just wanted to do these things to him. break him. you didn’t know what came over you. kai always seemed like the type (sexually or not) that could break easily; even with the way he acts around the ship. all tough on the outside but when he’s alone he’s just a puddle of mush.

and to the least of your knowledge, kai felt the same way about you. he would think about the things you could do to him. he would try to sleep but all he could think of was you controlling him. taking what was yours. he would fist his cock at the thought. imagining it was your own hand wrapped around his thick length. he would shut his eyes and just try his absolute hardest to go to bed but he would just end up with his hand down his pants like a helpless little boy. and what made it worse was that you were in the room right next to him. and you heard everything. all his tiny moans and whimpers. this was the only thing that made you happy about the terribly thin walls on the ship.

you would’ve never thought kai thought of you the same way you thought of him until one day you had woken up to get a drink when you heard the faintest cry of your name while the hallways were dead silent. the voice sounds familiar so you instantly forget about the water and tiptoe to kai’s door and put your ear against it. it was almost like a mouse and a trap. and you fell for it. you just stood there — listening to him. the way his moans were broken each time he was about to orgasm. the way he would call out your name when he was close. the vague wet noises that were because of all of the pre-cum leaking from his tip mixed with his own spit. he had no shame since he was so loud and the ship was the complete opposite; so silent you could hear a mouse walking across the floors.

you just waited. waited until you could hear whatever little noises he made when he finally came. but what really caught you off guard was when he stood up to walk out of the room once he was done. you had to be quick to make it look like you had just walked out of your room too. once his door open you had turned your head to make it look as if he scared you. “what’re you doing up…?” he yell whispered. “i’m thirsty. why are you up?”

the question caused him to freeze in place. he squinted his eyes at you out of annoyance and whispered back “me too…” you could see his breathing quickening. he thought he had gotten caught. but you just continued to act clueless. so you got your water and went back to bed.

the next day during lunch you saw kai sitting down playing with his food. you walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. when he looked up at you he almost instantly looked back down. “hey kai.” you say softly. he flickered his eyes back up at you, flashing a little smile at you. it was so cute that it almost made you crack a smile yourself. “hey…” he whispered back. you decide to tease him a bit when you see how nervous he’s acting. he doesn’t usually act this way. he seems… guilty right now. “how’d you sleep?”

kai keeps his eyes off of yours, still picking at his food. “i slept… i slept pretty good. you?” you decide to mess with him some more but this time by actually doing something.

this time you reach up to his face, tilting his chin up to look at you. he swallows. hard. he can feel his face heating up at your touch. his eyes are soft and glossy. the way he looks up at you is enough to make you go weak in the knees. he licks his lips and moves his eyes to look at something else. “no no no… look at me.” you whisper firmly. “don’t get all shy on me now kai.” he looks confused. almost like he actually doesn’t know what you’re talking about. his eyes widen slightly and his hands start fidgeting with his shirt. you lean down, putting your mouth close to his ear before whispering again, “i know how dirty you really are…” his breathing gets deeper at your words, and his heartbeat accelerates. “w-what?”

you pull away from his ear and let go of his face. you flash a quick innocent smile before turning around to walk out of the lunchroom. by the time you make it to the door kai finally snaps out of the daze he was in and stands up to follow you. when he gets close enough he reaches out to grab your arm and flip you towards him. “what the hell are you taking about, ‘i know how dirty you are’?” he says continuing to walk towards you as you bump into your bedroom door.

he’s towering over you at this point — trying his best to intimidate you but it’s just not working.

“you know exactly what i mean… i know that you touch yourself while thinking of me.” he freezes, his eyebrows go up in realization and he starts to slowly back away from you. he stops moving when you grab the hem of his shirt, pulling him in closer to you. he looks down at you with pleading eyes. almost like he was begging you to make another move. but then he does something that catches you off guard. he tangles his hand in your hair before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. you both moan into like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life.

his grip on your hair gets tighter as his moans turn into whines. little desperate ones that got you so fucking wet that you soaked through your panties. kai used his free hand to open your room door and as soon as he shut the door behind him he began to take off his shirt and pants. once you were both naked, you reached down to stroke him slowly. he choked out a whimper when he felt your warm hand wrap around his pretty dick. the tip was already so wet from the stimulation of his pants rubbing on it before you two took your clothes off. “cmon baby… lemme hear those pretty noises you make all the time.” you whisper as you guide him to the bed. he lays down on his back as you climb on top of him.

his hands instinctively go to your hips as you reach around to line his cock up with your leaking entrance. when you finally sat down on him he cried out in pleasure. he gripped onto your hips so tight you were sure he was gonna leave a mark on you. you just sat there, letting him nestle inside you. you let him take a few seconds to adjust before you started to move your hips. you slid alllll the way up on him just leaving the tip in. you wanted to see how he would react — just wanting to tease him for a bit. “nononono- please just lemme feel you baby please-“ he choked out as he felt your tight cunt leave off his dick.

once you slammed your hips back down onto him little mumbles of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’’s left him. he was very vocal. even more than he was the night before. his whimpers were so sweet and soothing unlike his demeanor when he’s not just with you. you could feel his hands gripping onto the flesh of your ass as his moans got higher in pitch with each slam of your hips.

the room was filled with the sounds of lewd squelching and skin on skin. kai just kept getting louder with every move of your hips onto his pelvis and he wouldn’t get any quieter each time you told him to — so… you did what had to be done. you stuck your middle and ring finger into his mouth, muffling his sounds quite well. and by the way his cock twitched inside you, you could tell he liked it a lot.

you could feel his tongue swirl around the digits and his whining still getting higher even with your fingers that were just wrapped around his cock in his mouth.

“cmon lemme make you cum… can i? pleaseee just lemme make you cum baby.” kai mumbled out onto your fingers. you could still understand him quite well in this predicament. as soon as those words escaped his mouth he started to slam his own hips into yours. he wasn’t in this only for himself — he wanted to make you feel good too. your pleasure was his. the only sound that left him were muffled mewls and moans escaping his already distracted mouth. “awh kai… you’re doing so good f’me… wanna make me cum?”

his head nodding with a quickness when you asked that question, his hips stuttering slightly. his moans got a bit louder but only for a second when you removed your fingers from his mouth and replaced them with your own lips. one of his hands once again went up to your hair, tugging at it slightly. he was so close he didn’t know what to do with himself. “ohmygod, keep going m’malmosthere-“ he cried out into your mouth as his eyes slightly rolled back from all the pleasure he was feeling at once.

you could feel this coil in your stomach about to snap with each thrust kai did. you could see his eyebrows knitting up each time he hit your cervix. “there u go kai, make me cum baby…” he could feel himself losing his mind each time your tight little pussy would clench around his length. kai couldn’t even speak if he really wanted to. he was so vulnerable right now that he didn’t know what to do. “fuck fuck fuckkk- m’gnnacum ple-“ is all you hear before you can feel kai spill his load inside you. soon enough you clenched down onto him, your orgasm coming right after his. he was panting beneath you, trying to calm down from what just happened.

his hand was still in your hair when he pulled you down to kiss him sloppily once more before wrapping you in his arms to fall asleep.

“i think you broke me…” he huffs out with a quiet laugh.

୨୧ 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮: @ludicdoll

[waspstar]

nobody literally ever sends me asks so im going to answer all of these, original post here

🖖 First Trek media you encountered? a compilation of kirk being gay on tumblr. its what convinced me to watch the show 🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture. this is hard, but probably this one.

i do however like another one of levar and brent together. 🌀 If the holodeck was real, what would be the first thing you'd use it for? meeting xtc ❤️ Your ST comfort character/s. the emh first and foremost. but also mccoy. 👕 Character whose fashion you like. LWAXANA DUHHHH 🎼 Song/music you associate with an aspect of ST. garden of earthy delights and across this antheap both by xtc remind me so so much of chekov. oh, and one of the millions by xtc as well! supersonic by jamiroquai reminds me a lot of the emh 😒 Character who annoys you. if there are no kai winn haters im dead 🍻 Hangout at Quark's or Ten Forward? see, at ten forward i have a chance of running into barclay and he wont try to scam me. but i think id go to quark's just cuz i like the ds9 cast more. 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏿 Do you ship any characters? Who? yesss my number one favorite will always be qcard, but i also love jiles and tom and harry. ❌ One storyline/plot point that you hate from your favourite ST show/movie. this is so hard, i hate so many. i think my favorite st show is ds9 (though voyager is like, really becoming close to my heart) however i will have to sayyy umm. fascination is a pretty bad plot. i did not like that. that was really weird. i love lwaxana but that was a really bad plot. i guarantee you theres worse i just cant think of any >_< 🫂 Character you'd like to be friends with. i wanna say barclay, but i feel like being his friend would be so emotionally taxing. so perhaps bashir or miles. or tom :) ✨ Has Star Trek had a personal impact on you? extremely so. star trek is a very important part of my life and i think about it every single day. i consider it a special interest. 🖊️ Do you have a favourite quote from ST? its actually not technically a star trek quote, as they took it from a book. however, the line the emh reads at the end of latent image. 🪐 Favourite alien planet. ive always been fond of risa i wanna go there 🥲 ST moment that makes you cry. lal's death. also spock dying duh 📚 Favourite ST fic you've read. theres definitely a really good qcard one ive liked but i dont remember the name and dont feel like finding it. theres a really cute quodo one i remember too. thats hard. ive read a lot over the years ☄️ Your headcanon/s about a favourite character. the way that i have all kinds of headcanons and think of some often but now theyre all gone upon being asked this. umm. oh i headcanon that barclay had a cat early on in his starfleet career that passed away. i even came up with a name for it...i cant remember what it was but it was a space themed name. i also headcanoned that he had no father and only a mom and that he was raised on mars! and that his mom died early into his childhood. thats all i got tho 🎨 Favourite piece of ST fanart. i straight up do not have it, but its this beautiful art of q holding an orb with picard suspended within it. i have it saved somewhere. 🍽️ What alien food/drink would you want to try? UGGHHH HASPERATTTT every time i see anyone eat hasperat in ds9 i get so hungry i want to try it so baddd i imagine it has a very plant based spice, a fresh kinda spiciness...and kinda like a cilantro type taste going on. it looks so goodddd. ive also personally wanted to try klingon food. unpopular opinion ig but it looks yummy 👋 An actor, writer or creator on the show you'd love to meet. id sacrifice everything to meet robert picardo. hes done everything for me simply by playing the doctor and i just want to hug him and thank him and give him a kiss on the cheek if possible. also the same goes for john de lancie, esp bcs john not only played q but also discord from mlp, another character i love.

[tryskomys]

Wet Sand

Stone Gossard x OC

Chapter 3 - For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her

Summary: there’s a first time for everything.

masterlist

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notes: chapter three is go! hope you enjoy the voyage through the start of the weird relationship between these punky dummies - you met a day ago, it’s not that deep. right? right?!

tw: weed, virginity talk, allusions to the word that rhymes with eggs. dreamy pining psychedellia.

songs:

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“Morning! What can I help you with?”

“I’ll have a latte, please. Do you have something else than milk, though?”

“Jeff? Do we have any oat milk left?”

“Yep, I just opened a fresh carton.”

“There you have it!”

“Great, I’ll take that, thanks.”

“That’ll be a dollar in total, please. One oat milk latte, Jeff!”

“Coming up, Keeks.”

Just as Keeva took a dollar bill from the cute ginger girl in front of her, the front door swung open, sending in a swift of cold air.

It was Stone, excitedly waving a paper bag in the air. Her jaw dropped and she shook her head with a huff. Stone seemed out of breath as he ran up to the counter, fog still puffing out of his mouth.

“Here it is, milady, it’s still warm. My apple turnovers will burn if I don’t come back in ten minutes, so make it quick, please,” he spewed, leaning against the counter as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re so weird,” was all Keeva stuttered out through giggles. That made a huge smile appear on his face, his eyes twinkling. She took the paper bag from him and peeked inside, sighing with contentment when the scent of freshly baked pastry filled her nose.

“Jeff! One cappuccino with an extra shot of spit, please,” Keeva called over her shoulder and Stone’s Cheshire cat grin grew even wider, chuckling. She scratched her forehead to hide her raging blush with her hair.

Jeff shook his head as if he was already over what he called ‘the Tom and Jerry on crack routine’ earlier. He gave her the ginger’s order and as Keeva handed her the oat milk latte, she noticed that the girl checked Stone up and down. And he gave her a little side-eye, smirking.

“Oh! Oh hey, Stoney! Haven’t seen you in ages, almost didn’t recognize you! Great hair,” the girl blurted out and went in for a hug. Stone seemed to know who she is, but Keeva could notice that he tensed up, clearly not too keen on hugging everyone he bumps into.

She felt some sort of twisted satisfaction when he awkwardly gave her a half-assed hug, but as soon as the girl let him go, it was as if a switch flipped in his brain. He eased again and folded his arms, as cool as ever.

“Mel, Mel, Mel…fancy seeing you here. Thanks, there was a sale on red box dye in CVS. Not like you need that,” he chirped and reached out to flick a strand of her hair, a sly smirk plastered on his lips. "You might find a few of us strolling around town."

Mel’s airy giggle rang through the room and Keeva darted between the two of them. The dynamic seemed to be slightly similar to the one she’d seen with the blondie last night. And once again, she couldn’t help but feel awful.

‘Kay, mate, I get it, you enjoy flirting with everybody else, but do you have to fling it in my face?

“There’s a rumour going around that you’ve dropped out and ran off with a travelling circus show. Disappeared for, like, what…” he continued, scratching his chin.

“I don’t know, five months? I just had tons of work for school so I wasn’t out much,” she shrugged. “I’m back now, though, Christmas break. So we can get the party started right where we left off,” Mel quipped and took a sip of her coffee, leaving a lipstick stain on the lid.

She looked at him through her lashes to emulate a ginger Bambi and he smirked, but his words were seeping with sarcasm.

“Can’t wait.”

Oblivious to his jab, she took another sip and asked Keeva for a napkin. Without leaving Mel out of her sight, she blindly reached under the counter, whipping out a tissue box.

Stone carefully observed the shorter woman in front of him, biting his cheek when Keeva put on a fake smile and theatrically presented the box to Mel.

“Hate to barge in on your planning session but I might need to serve another coffee, so I gotta ask you to move slightly to your left or right, depending on your preference,” she explained, moving her sardonic gaze to Stone.

He was already darting across her face with a cocky grin and he didn’t seem too phased. On the contrary, his scoff indicated that he was amused by her acidity.

“You still have my number, right? So that’s sorted,” Mel said after patting her lips dry as they shifted to the side.

Nobody was behind them, but Stone knew better than to comment on it. He knew Keeva’s frigid response would provoke another war for the last word.

“I keep it in a heart-shaped locket next to my bed, no worries,” he retorted and Mel blushed a little, putting a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Always the tease. Let me know then and we’ll figure something out,” she purred and took a look at her wristwatch. “Oh, gotta run. My class starts in half an hour. See ya, Stoney!” she went in for another hug and he lousily put his arm around her shoulders, his smile once again twitching with an uncomfortable cramp.

“Yeah, see ya,” he mumbled, giving her a jittery wave.

“Cheers, have a great day,” Keeva called after Mel as she walked away, narrowing her eyes at Stone when he turned back to her.

She took a big bite of her croissant, humming when Stone raised his eyebrows in question.

“Hm, it’s digestible.”

“Excuse me? We at Grand Central Bakery pride ourselves in the best pastries in town,” he shot back, shaking his head as he leaned on the counter. “I chose the crispiest one I had, don’t be a brat.”

Keeva dusted off a fleck of puff pastry that settled in the corner of her lips, ignoring the rush of blood that crept up her neck. She scoffed.

“You don’t strike me as a locket kinda guy.”

“I had to think of something,” he shrugged, fiddling with little clumps of wool on his left glove. She raised her eyebrows with a dramatic gasp and clutched her invisible pearls.

“So you’re saying you don’t have it?”

“The only things I keep next to my bed are a grass pipe and a mug that’s been collecting coffee debris for two months.”

That’s, uh…not surprising. Somehow. What the -

“I’ve seen her once at the Ramp and didn’t have the heart to turn her number down. She had cute handwriting,” Stone shrugged again, biting his lips to contain a grin when she let out a loud annoyed sigh.

“How chivalrous of you. Your turnovers are burning as we speak, so you should make like a Mel and disappear,” Keeva said as she took the coffee Jeff handed her. “One spit cappuccino to-go, that will be fifty cents.”

“It says a buck on the board,” he squinted at the menu and grabbed his cup. His freezing fingers brushed against Keeva’s knuckles and she stifled a cough before taking another big bite of her croissant.

“You paid the other half in material goods,” she mumbled with her mouth full and stuck out her palm. Stone chuckled and fished a half-dollar coin out of his back pocket, theatrically slapping it on top of her palm.

“Should I make like a Mel and give you my number? As a little tip?” he grinned, taking a sip of his coffee as she raised her eyebrows.

“Tempting…but, no,” she gave him a mocking smile and tossed the coin into the cashier drawer. “I don’t have a locket to store such a valuable thing.”

Stone scoffed and mirrored her sarcastic smile, reaching over the counter to flick her nose. She slapped his hand away and tapped on her watch to remind him to leave.

“Touché. I’ll be waiting ‘til you get one,” he gave her a silly wink and whistled to get Jeff’s attention. “See ya at lunch, Ames.”

Jeff just quickly looked over his shoulder and continued to wash his hands in the sink.

“See ya, now go before they sack you,” he mumbled with a grin. Keeva gasped.

“Jesus, don’t give him ideas or we'll never get rid of him.”

Stone was already half out of the door when he gave her a middle finger, leaving his arm between the doorframe. He held it there until the door squished him and then snaked out, once again disappearing into the icy fog outside.

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Precise like a Swiss clock, he came back to the café exactly at half past noon, just as Jeff reached the door to lock it for the lunch pause. He let Stone in, eyeing the bag in his hand with a gulp.

“I have arrived, children. Turkey salad sandwiches from Cyclops, fries to share,” Stone sharply exhaled when he walked in, slightly out of breath, and shook the plastic bag in the air. His hair was tied up in a neat ponytail, pointy ears red and tender from the frosty wind.

Keeva’s stomach growled on cue at the whiff of fries and Jeff whistled, reaching into the bag like a starved raccoon.

“Woah, fancy. Got your allowance, buddy?” he mused, chuckling when Stone softly slapped his cheek.

“Fuck off. Took three extra shifts last week to pay you back for the weed, asshole. You’re a spendy date,” he hissed and walked away from Jeff before he could finish taking his food.

He came up to Keeva and reached out to ruffle her hair, throwing his arm around her shoulders. As he led her to the back door, he called after Jeff. “Baby didn’t even want me to buy her a beer yesterday, you should take notes.”

Keeva chuckled and grabbed her leather jacket as they walked past the coathanger. A picture of his awkward wince at Mel's hug flashed through her head when he tugged on her hair as if it was the most natural move in the world, his cold fingers grazing her neck.

“Hungry?”

“Like a wolf,” she quipped back, chuckling when Jeff mocked Stone’s hair tug and yanked the bag out of his hands. He reached inside and chomped down a bundle of fries.

When they walked out, the cold air felt refreshing, in stark contrast to the overheated café. There was a small roof over the short staircase as well as a part of the patio.

It was quite clean and without any snow, so they all sat down in a circle and took their food, plopping the fry basket in the centre.

When Keeva took the first bite, it was a heavenly sensation. After days on crusty bread, the juicy salad and grilled turkey hit just the right spot. She closed her eyes and hummed, dipping a few fries into the signature Cyclops spicy mayo dip.

“My, my, Ames, I think she likes it,” Stone mused and she rolled her eyes, scoffing.

“I shall die and go to heaven, now. Bye,” she mumbled with her mouth full, resting her head against the brick wall.

Jeff laughed and reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker. He grabbed a cigarette pack with three blunts and a lighter inside and offered it to Stone, who took one out and lit it. After he took a long drag, he handed it to Keeva, who just took a bite of her sandwich.

“I told you, it’s like sticking your head into a fratboy’s gym locker,” she shook her head and pushed his hand away.

Stone exchanged an amused look with Jeff as he passed him the joint and chomped down a bunch of fries.

“Oh, and I can’t jam today, gotta go get the knee checked for the last time,” Jeff shrugged and Stone shook his head. He wiped his hands on his jeans and loosened his scarf to scratch the back of his neck, just where the tips of his ponytail tickled him.

Jeff did a quick double-check between Stone and his food as he passed the joint back and prepared to take the first bite.

“Stoney. My dude. Is that a fucking hickey?” he gasped, breathing in a bit of toast.

Stone's eyes popped open as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water down his jacket and started feeling around his neck in panic.

“Huh? Where?”

“Holy shit, how old did you say you were?” Keeva scoffed, slapping her forehead when she leaned over to take a peek at the small purple bruise under his ear. “Fifteen?”

“Twenty-one?”

They spoke at the same time and Jeff started laughing at Stone’s sudden defensive body language, choking on his sandwich.

“I’ve seen worse, Keeks. One time, he ca-“

“Okay, okay, okay. Chill out or I’ll tell her why the hat stays on when you fuck,” Stone reached over to Jeff and slapped the back of his head, forcing the blunt into his mouth.

Jeff was still trying to cough out the piece of bread stuck in his throat, so he started wheezing even harder.

When Stone guaranteed that Jeff was properly shut down, he finally let him go and slapped his back a few times while taking a puff. His brawny friend finally calmed down after a minute of furious coughing, but he still didn’t lose the wide grin on his face.

“Jesus fuck, I need water. Be good,” Jeff stuttered and hopped up, disappearing behind the staff door.

A moment of slightly awkward silence passed as they exchanged a look, both eagerly trying not to burst out laughing. Stone tried to offer her the blunt once again, but Keeva took a bite of her sandwich instead.

With a little bit of luck, I’ll choke too and won’t have to look at you anymore. That would be cool.

“Pussy,” Stone huffed and broke into a wide grin when she gave him the finger. He sighed and leaned his back against the cold brick wall, crossing his legs as he chomped on a fry.

“So, you came here all alone?” he questioned, his face clouded by remnants of smoke.

“Yup. Free as a bird, I guess. Weehoo,” Keeva chuckled, wiping toast crumbs from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

Not getting into that right now. Not when I have this glorious toastie in my hand.

Stone whistled.

“Left a strapping young lad named Arthur behind, I presume?”

“Do I really seem like a desirable object of attention?” she huffed, softly tugging on her freckled cheeks and pointing at her mismatched irises. He gave her a side-eye and took another fry.

“I mean…”

Stop taunting, asshole.

“Shut it. No, there was no Arthur to leave behind.”

“Tommy?”

“No.”

“Charlie?”

“No, there were no Tommies or Charlies or Henries, so save that.”

Stone shut his mouth and his eyes slowly widened as he sat up straight, taking the half-eaten fry out of his mouth. He stared at her for a few seconds before raising his eyebrows as far as they could go, his hand still hanging in the air.

“Uh, wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You mean…I’m sitting in front of a real, unadulterated Virgin Mary?”

“I’m not -“ Keeva interrupted him way too abruptly and shrugged so hard that a piece of turkey flew out of her sandwich. When his overwhelming stare grew even wider, she lowered her voice. “I’m not a virgin, okay?”

“Sure. And I am,” he snorted out a laugh and slapped his knee as if it was the most amusing information he’d ever learned. “Bet you never even kissed a guy, Mary.”

She kicked his shin as hard as she could, adding a weak punch to his bony shoulder. Stone just giggled again and his freckled nose scrunched.

Irresistibly irritating.

“Leave me alone! I have! I have kissed a guy, okay? Once or twice…or once,” she mumbled, getting more quiet as her excuses ran out. His jaw dropped.

“Holy. Shit.”

“Fuck off! It’s not fair to compare me to you, you’re a little whore!” she shrieked, her voice jumping a few octaves higher than usual. That made him laugh even harder.

“I’d take a whore over a Mother Theresa,” he shrugged and finally ate the cold fry he’d been squishing between his fingers. Keeva shook her mop of curls, trying to curtain her patchy cheeks.

“You know, Stoney, you talk a lot for someone who’s at an arm’s length from my virgin fists. So watch your mouth.”

He raised his hands in defence and bit his lips to contain the laughter. She threw him a scolding stare and took an angry bite of a big bunch of fries.

Stone inhaled to speak and she already raised her finger to shut him up, but he just wouldn’t let it go.

“You know, there’s two things I can’t stand in my proximity. Girls with freckles and virgins. And you’re sitting right in front of me.”

“Yeah? Tough shit, can’t do much about that,” she shot back, her mouth full of potatoes. He raised his eyebrows again, breaking into a poorly contained grin.

“Uh…I have a few ideas.“

Okay, now you’re crossing a line.

“You disgust me,” she coughed out after a few moments of chewing.

Stone just slowly took a big hit and lazily leaned closer to her. He puffed the thick cloud right into her face and a tingle ran through her vertebrae as if he shocked her with a taser.

Fuck. That’s impossible. He knows. He must know.

“Do I? Why are you blushing?” he added, voice hoarse from the smoke.

Keeva took a moment to compose herself, suppressing a sneeze that tickled her nostrils. She gulped down the fries, mindlessly staring at his smirking lips as she recalled her dream.

“Fucking hell. Your hubris is baffling, mate,” she muttered and cleared her throat to get rid of the strain in her vocal cords.

“My hubris is baffling? Golly gee shucks. I shall dub thee ‘granny’ instead of ‘baby’ if you keep talking like it’s the eighteen hundreds,” he calmly retorted, tipping his head to the side. “I’m just saying, if you ever need a friend to help out…”

Keeva scoffed.

“You know, this whole ‘sarcastic lanky stoner punk‘ shtick you got going on might work on girls around here, but I can see right through you,” she sneered, trying to show confidence in her words. “You’re like an annoying old book I’ve read ten times over. I’m in your fucking head, beanpole.”

“Yeah, you are,” he quietly quipped, tipping his head to the other side. Keeva raised her eyebrows.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Why?” Stone tipped his head again and put on an innocent pout, his eyes gleaming as if he flipped a light switch.

How the fuck does he do that?

“Because I don’t like it,” she weakly shot back.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.”

Neither of them moved an inch, though. And after a few moments of tense silence, she finally thought of an answer worthy of the personified mischief in front of her.

Payback, beanpole. Payback.

“Stoney, Stoney. My great-great-grandma used to have this saying. You know, in the eighteen hundreds,” she nonchalantly waved her hand and tipped her head as well, carefully taking the joint from his fingers.

“It went ‘Never trust a guy with a hickey,’” she mumbled and raised it to her lips. “‘…especially when he says he wants to fuck you real bad.’”

She finished by taking a deep hit and without a single blink, she blew the smoke in his face.

“And I’ve lived by that ever since.”

Before he could respond, she stuck the blunt between his lips, backed away and took another unassuming bite of her sandwich.

Stone’s eyes fluttered closed for a split second before he raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat.

Just as he took the joint out to shoot back at her, the metal door swung open and Jeff hopped off the small set of stairs, landing right between them.

“Ah, I could’ve died back there and you didn’t even come to check on me! Bet you were talking shit,” he chuckled and scooted over to his food, chomping on a few fries. “What did I miss?”

Stone stared at Keeva and she just shrugged, challenging him to answer. He blinked and then finally eased back into his immovable cool facade, scoffing.

He took a quick look at his watch and got up, unceremoniously putting the joint out on the door before slipping inside.

“Keeva is a virgin.”

She was carefully scanning the empty street for any signs of human appearance, but it seemed like this ghost town was empty.

What a haunting feeling.

She was evidently waiting for something - someone, anxiously tapping her foot in a steady rhythm.

It was the dead of night, soft snowflakes soundlessly floated around her and muffled all sounds of the darkness like weightless cotton balls. As if she was stuck in a crystal snow globe filled with ink.

Warm lamps stood along the pavement of what was eerily similar to Pioneer Square. They emanated a beautiful amber glow, making the white flecks seem almost like fire sparks.

The entry signs of all surrounding shops were written in unreadable letters that moved and changed time and time again, appearing and going as they pleased.

A clump of snow glided its way to the tip of her nose. She crossed her eyes to look at it and tried to blow it away, but she accidentally breathed it in instead.

She let out a suppressed sneeze and rubbed the melting flake away, her fingertips freezing.

Looking up from the sparkling gravel under her feet, she scanned the starry sky with childlike wonder. She couldn’t exactly tell the stars from the snowflakes. Both twinkled similarly, illuminated by the full moon that hung right above her.

The light mirrored in his peculiar eyes, making them seem like glowing gems from afar when he emerged from the surrounding fog on the opposite end of the street. He made his presence known with a soft whistle.

She already knew he was there, though. The air shifted around her just as he appeared out of nowhere.

She turned her head to look at him, breaking into a wide grin when he took his hand out of his pocket and gave her an endearing wave.

He skipped along the road in long hops, nearing her a lot quicker than the distance seemed to be. As if he was skipping through time as well.

He wasn’t leaving any footsteps behind, he didn’t have a shade. But then again, neither did she.

Sprinkles of snowflakes fell on his messy red hair, tied into a tangled bun on top of his head with an outrageously pink scrunchie. Here, though, the fabric seemed to be muted and warm, surprisingly soft. Just like him.

“Oh, look who’s here! You were waiting for me in this weather? I’m blushing,” he mused, putting his arm around her as soon as he reached her.

He gave her what would normally be a bone-crushing squeeze, but in this place, it felt like catching fog with bare hands.

“You told me not to forget. You’re more intimidating than you think,” she mumbled and folded her arms to warm her hands in the armpits of her leather jacket. He grinned.

“Well, I think pretty highly of myself, so…”

“Yeah, I figured,” she squinted at him, curiously studying the red frostbitten patches on his cheeks with a sly smile.

“Wanna take this? It’s fucking freezing out here,” he mumbled when her teeth started chattering and began to take his suede jacket off. But she shook her head, holding his arms in place.

She ran her hands through thin air.

“Nope, I’m fine, ta. Did you make this weather up, Stoney? Like a weird yawn-to-put-your-arm-around-a-girl type deal?” she nonchalantly chuckled and blood quickly rushed to her cheeks when he unexpectedly took her fingers in his palms, rubbing them together to melt the freezing sensation.

It was eerie, to suddenly feel his skin on hers. Icy and silky, like a soft breeze tickling her pale knuckles. The intensity of her blush was painful, stinging and scratching her cold flesh from the inside.

He lifted her hands to his lips, softly blowing on them. His breath was balmy and caressing, like running one’s hands through a bowl of honey.

“Maybe I did. Twenty-one years alive and I’ve never seen as much snow as this year. It’s like you brought it with you, like a little punky Jack Frost,” he mumbled into their intertwined fingers. “I’m not complaining, though. Feels like we’re in a song or something.”

“Why do I have the feeling that you’ve already used that trick a couple of times?” she playfully lifted her index finger to nudge his aquiline nose, but once again, she only poked air.

Like she was able to touch him only when he permitted it. Manipulating the matter of her body, the sole sovereign of this bizarre world, above the limits of time and space. The look he gave her wasn’t as mischievous as she’d expected.

“Would it hurt you to stop being bitchy for just a couple of seconds?” he raised his eyebrows but continued to softly caress the back of her hands.

Silence hung in the air as she averted her eyes, embarrassed by his sudden crassness.

“I never dream,” he added and waited for her to look at him. His eyes were brutally honest. Older, wiser, burdened with something she wasn’t able to decipher. “But when I see you out there, I can’t tell if I’m awake.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t able to find words that would describe the feelings running through her head like a freight train.

Instead, she opted for carefully loosening her hands out of his grip and then took his fingers in hers, now returning the favour by blowing on his red knuckles.

His expression softened a bit as he watched little puffs of fog leave her lips, eyes dissociating when she gathered the courage to plant a feather-light kiss on his fingertips. Then, she gently pushed the hand back to his face, pressing the fingers against his lips.

They were still warm.

His eyes fluttered closed because somehow, he could still feel the soft skin of her lips on them.

Without thinking, he mirrored her action and returned the roundabout kiss by reaching back down to her, lingering on her lips for a fleeting moment before finally slipping his hands back into his pockets.

After what felt like hours in a maze of his strange gaze, she gathered enough strength to steady her breath and finally spoke.

“Let’s not wake up, then.”

And as if on cue, the shriek of an alarm clock disturbed the ghostly silence. It seemed to be slightly muffled by the glowing fog around them, but it still pierced her heart like a scalloped knife.

His murky voice washed over her like a warm ocean wave, spilling into her veins. Slowly, calmly, somberly.

And as always, crowned by a daring smirk.

“Tomorrow, same time, same place. Don’t you forget…”

[hadescavedish]

Star Trek for the fandom asks? :')

Send a fandom I'll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Q (damn), Kira and Shran. I can't pick sorry.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): Data

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Deanna, some of my old trekkie friends didn't like her. I'm glad Tumblr people really like her :)))

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): well let me see, I think it's that guy from Voyager Lon Suder, he was kind of tragic but he sacrificed himself. Also the actor played a monk in Babylon 5 who also got me really emotional.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Not controversial at any rate but really pathetic and tragic and heroic: Damar

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): OK but probably Q (I like emotional angst and whump fics I'm sorry)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Dukat lol (not even Kai Winn)

Thank you!!!!!

[yixinghoneybee]

Catching up on some recent releases:

Kang Seungyoon "Born To Love You": Such a beautiful song, I love his voice so much.

Super Junior "Callin'": A stunning song with a really beautiful video. I do enjoy their fun and upbeat song but I absolutely adore their ballads.

The Boyz "Echo": An OK song, not their best but far from their worst.

Twice "Scientist" (Japanese Version): A super fun song in any language.

KAI "Peaches" (SUMIN Remix): I really loved this remix. Do I like it more than the original? Maybe. I would love if he did an original song in this style. Plus the video was really cute.

Kihyun "Voyager": A really strong solo debut. I wasn't expecting the more rock vibe but it really suits him.

TRENDZ "Be My Love": A super cute video for a super sweet song.

[asianhappinesss]

One Boat, One World (2021)

Summary

Life on board a cruise ship involves a ready-made community of over 6,000 tourists and staff members. Chief Officer Ding Kai meets tour guide, Tian Yue, who together will face a voyage filled with challenges in work and love alike.

Review

This review may contain spoilers

Dropped

I’m not one who likes to start a drama and then drop it when it doesn’t really suit my taste. Most of the time, I try to be fair and watch all the way to the end to give my readers a more comprehensive review. The last drama that I dropped was Fake Princess and that was almost a year back. So, I did try hard to continue watching One Boat, One World, but I just have to give up once I reached the middle of Episode 14. A Poorly Developed Female Character The screenwriters have written Tian Yue to be a clueless woman who lacks common sense. So, you get the feeling that she is kind of dumb and that makes it hard to root for her. For instance, Ding Kai is kind enough to allow Tian Yue to stay in his apartment temporarily when she has no money to rent her own place. He tells her that she can stay but mustn’t touch his stuff. She then suspects that he could be suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder and purposely breaks down a glass wall when he is away because she thinks it could cure him. Of course, Ding Kai is furious when he gets home. They are not in a relationship and far from it. In fact, the 2 of them have just got to know each other because of work. To purposely break down his wall in his own home when she is just a guest is just kind of stupid. More so when Tian Yue doesn’t understand what it means to respect Ding Kai’s privacy and boundaries. The same thing happens again in Episode 14 when Tian Yue intrudes into his private matters and relationship with his mother. I’m sure the problem is solved eventually but I have stopped watching because her cluelessness is too much to take. I don’t know whether she will grow to be more mature as the drama progresses but after 14 episodes, I have had enough. Basically, Tian Yue’s character is just very poorly written that it is hard for viewers to relate to her actions. Casting And Chemistry I have not got to the stage where the leads begin dating. But from what I have watched, it is hard for me to feel any chemistry for the main couple because of the way the female character is written. It just erases any romantic vibes between them. I also feel that the casting could have been better as Claudia Wang just doesn’t seem to be the ideal candidate for the role of Tian Yue. She is too old for the role as Tian Yue is supposed to be a naive young woman. Hence, Claudia Wang has to act clueless and cute but it just doesn’t suit her age anymore to be playing this kind of character. Therefore, it is not so much the acting that spoils the drama for me but the character and casting. Perhaps a younger female lead may make the drama more watchable just like in Sunshine Of My Life although the age gap will become more evident then given Zhang Han’s maturity. One Boat, One World vs Sunshine Of My Life As both dramas are being aired concurrently, which one should you watch if you have to pick one? Both star Zhang Han as the male lead and I know he does have a legion of fans due to his good looks. For me, Sunshine Of My Life is a much better drama to watch. Yes, it could be a little draggy but at least, the female lead is a talented and independent woman with a high level of maturity in that drama. The chemistry between Lulu Xu and Zhang Han is also more natural and evident. However, the downside is Sunshine Of My Life is a typical romance drama with a fairy tale-like feel. It is sweet but it also has nothing new to offer. On the other hand, One Boat, One World has a less explored theme revolving around a cruise ship. I guess if you want freshness in your drama, One Boat, One World could offer something different while Sunshine Of My Life sticks to the tried and tested when it comes to a love story. Moreover, Zhang Han plays a domineering CEO yet again in the latter after doing so in Here To Heart and Boss & Me. My Verdict I can’t give a score for this One Boat, One World review as I didn’t finish watching it and it wouldn’t be fair to do so when I have only completed about a third of the whole drama. But I can tell you that it is a little different from the usual productions.

Different characters are introduced as passengers for different voyages. The leads will then get entangled in their lives and problems due to the nature of their jobs. So, to a certain extent, these cases will need to be interesting in order to carry the drama all the way through. Up to Episode 14, this part of the drama is not exactly boring but it lacks the intensity to make you really hooked. If it did, perhaps I could have overlooked the female character’s weaknesses and carry on watching. I think One Boat, One World could have been a highly watchable drama with the beautiful sceneries, top cruise liner, and refreshing theme. It is just a pity that the producers have marred it with a badly written female character. I guess you could try watching a few episodes and see if the female lead resonates with you if you are a big Zhang Han or Claudia Wang fan. Otherwise, I would say forget this drama and pick something else to watch instead. Oh, one last thing before I end my One Boat, One World review. This drama has an element of racism being depicted. It stereotypes Westerners as racist which I think is unnecessary. I know racism happens in real life but the way it is projected in the drama is just overdone. It feels forced rather than being smoothly blended into the story if it is indeed integral to the plot. Overall, One Boat, One World just falls drastically short for an enjoyable watch. Note - I shouldn't be giving ratings without watching them fully . It's just I'll be never able to post this without giving ratings . So , I'm gonna be just throw some random numbers at the rating section .

[coffeetrek]

Started my DS9 re-watch! Here are some thoughts while watching DS9 - S1E1 (”Emissary 1 & 2”):

Avery Brooks is such an underrated actor. He’s literally so so good, I think this every time I watch DS9. 

My heart breaks for Sisko when his wife dies (and throughout the entire episode) :((( But despite his heartbreak, he is still the best dad ever.

BABY JAKE-O! 😭😭😭

The DS9 opening theme is definitely up there with Voyager, competing for the number one spot.

The entire series arc regarding the prophets/Bajoran religion/Sisko being the emissary remains my absolute favorite in all of Star Trek.

The way the station is in ruins, Sisko is not even a Captain, Kira explodes upon meeting Sisko (rightfully so) and the whole uncomfortable convo with Picard immediately sets the precedent that DS9 is going to have a very different feel to it, as opposed to other Trek shows, and I respect them so hard for that.

I don’t love that they gave Kira the exact same haircut as Ro Laren, but I am glad they let her have her own signature look shortly after. I just think they were trying too hard to make her seem like Ro in the first few eps. 

QUARK!!! Nog!! Kai Opaca!!!!

Sisko and Jennifer are so cute 😭😭 Even though I love Kasidy Yates 1000x more, the beach scene still makes me smile.

The scene with O’Brien and Picard makes me SOFT!

The whole ‘discovering the wormhole’ scene was really cool to revisit, love the first time they show it opening up. 

Sisko’s love of baseball is so pure

I just really love the whole plotline about the prophets, and Sisko’s first vision experience (“You exist HERE”) gets me every time. It is not linear 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I’ll say it again because it’s true: Avery Brooks sure can act, damn 

[jjbakaloskaiagathos]

OOO bruno!! I love your guys events!!

Are you girls still doing the interview thing? If so then Bruno 👀 please

Hello dearests! Thank you so much for your request! 💜 Today we would like to show you our interview with Bruno. It hasn’t got many jokes but it seems cute for us. We hope you’ll relish!

- Love, K&S ❤️

57 Questions with Bruno Buccellati ⛓ | Kalos Kai Agathos

S: Karina, why are you wearing pajamas?

K: Because today we are going to interview Bruno and I want him to see my T-shirt with his picture. What do you think: will he like it?

/Bruno emerges from the zipper which is in the wall/

B: I suppose it looks cute.

K&S: Hello Bruno! It was so magnificent! Can we ask you 57 questions?

B: Of course, you can. Please, come in.

1. What human quality did you get in your childhood?

B: Hard-working and thirst for justice.

2. What do you do every morning?

B: I make my hairdo and cook breakfast for the guys.

3. East or West home is best. Where is your home?

B: I can find home in water because my father was a fisherman.

4. Who do you feel at home with?

B: I feel at home with my gang, of course.

5. Describe your ideal day with the gang.

B: I would like to be on a sea voyage without Mario Zukkero.

6. To be a Capo is so stressful. How do you cope with it?

B: Sometimes I chill out with Mista and some pretty girls.

7. What is unknown for your gang about you?

B: I’m aware of a few facts about birds.

8. How do you describe your fashion style?

B: Tight but elegant.

9. What is the most expensive thing which you have worn?

B: It was that blue Gucci blazer.

10. What accessory would you like to put on?

B: I suppose... rings.

11. What will you say about a wedding ring.

B: Maybe one day... (@artsyisartsy 👀)

12. You need to sing a song right now.

B: 🎵 Everytime I close my eyes,

I wake up feelin so horny.

I cant get you outta my mind,

Sexy you be all I see 🎵

13. What scares you more?

B: The thing how drugs are still popular in Italy.

14. What makes you merry?

B: The torture dance.

15. What is your strangest habit?

B: Licking people’s faces to find out liars.

16. What do you want saying to Giorno?

B: Thank you that you created a new tooth which you had pulled out.

17. How long does it take to create your hairstyle?

B: I mean... an hour. It takes much time to straighten my hair.

18. What is the most valuable gift which you've ever got?

B: The second chance to live my life.

19. Don’t you know that sometimes your gang reminds the Kardashian family?

B: I don’t think so but Abbacchio really likes this show.

20. We would like to add some short questions... What is your favourite member currently?

B: Narancia. He went to the shop and came back.

21. Who is the wittiest and why?

B: Abbacchio. He makes jokes very seldom but they are always brilliant.

22. Who is the craziest and why?

B: Mista. He literally jumped out of the window to catch Rolling Stone’s ball.

23. Whose wardrobe would you rob?

B: Giorno’s. Both of us like holes in our blazers.

24. What do you always carry with you?

B: Medical gloves. You can’t predict where treasures are kept.

25. Describe you in a few words.

B: Bucciallati became a Capo.

26. What is the weirdest thing which you’ve ever said?

B: “His nails, flesh, and bones are all floppy like a condom”.

27. Is it true that Abbacchio is good at baking?

B: No, he eats pies at the restaurant.

28. What is the most unusual place where you’ve ever found Mista?

B: A VIP-room of the strip club.

29. Have you ever thought about thing to dye your hair pink and grow it?

B: I suppose that Diavolo’s style doesn’t suit me.

30. By the way, is it a tattoo or lace?

B: It’s lace.

31. Why is your Stand named “Sticky Fingers” and how it is associated with a zipper?

B: I don't know, it’s cool.

32. You would like to join a fall of...

B: Dior and Louis Vuitton.

33. Who has a chance to be a model?

B: Hmm... Abbacchio. I think that he will be able to inspire people.

34. The best Narancia’s character quality is...

B: He is always positive.

35. /Narancia rolls off the railing/ Hey Bruno, Aerosmith or a paper airplane?

B: Aerosmith. We value you, Narancia.

36. Can you make zippers with charms?

B: No, I haven’t try to do it. But... I like the idea.

37. Would you like to open your own restaurant?

B: No, I do love that restaurant which brings me new responsible members.

38. Is that true that Mista cooks the greatest pizza?

B: Yes, it is but he never cleans the kitchen.

39. How would you like to name your gang story?

B: “The Modern Crusaders”.

40. What is your favourite TV show?

B: “Muñeca Brava”. Milagros is the best.

41. What is the most terrible song which Narancia has listened?

B: Ghostmane’s song (thanks @frozenzippers for this headcanon 💙)

42. What is your favourite place where...

B: The restaurant.

43. Imagine that you can have dinner with anyone. Who is it?

B: Grace Kelly.

44. Did you like that experience which allowed you to exchage bodies?

B: Yes, I did. I realized that I absolutely liked my body.

45. You would like to exchange bodies with...

B: An Italian person.

46. What is your favourite male name?

B: Paolo.

47. What is your favourite female name?

B: Giovanna.

48. Do you have a driver’s license?

B: No, I don’t but Fugo or Giorno never mind to drive a car.

49. The most strangest companion is...

B: Jean Pierre Polnareff.

50. What do you keep from your childhood?

B: My hairstyle.

51. Where do you find your inspiration?

B: By the sea.

52. What is the most dangerous fruit?

B: Banana. You need to ask Polpo about this.

53. Imagine that your life is your song. How is it called?

B: Gangsta’s Paradise.

54. What’s the most unusual thing you’ve ever stolen?

B: The plane.

55. What is your favourite thing in your cabinet?

B: Our photo with the gang.

56. What character quality makes you nervous?

B: If a person is too closed.

57. It’s the last question! Say something in Italian.

B: Arrivederci.

[muffindaddystyles]

(CLANDESTINE CHAPTER TWO)

ᗩᑭᑭOIᑎTᗰᗴᑎT, ᖇᗴᗪ ᐯᗴᒪᐯᗴT ᗩᑎᗪ ᗰᑌᖴᖴIᑎՏ

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚

Rhythmically mellifluous waves of notes echoes after bouncing back from anile theatre's walls, the trill getting softer the more I firmly place my chin over the tail piece.

Eye lids slip shutting at the flurries of heart chasing the last cadences, pinky shivering as the middle and ring finger pushes the string down while the bow touches through the strings simultaneously producing the last chords.

Feels like a voyage over a baby leaf that's leading me through a pallid wind.

My chest heaving vigorously and lifting my jaw from the violin my head snapped in the direction of loud claps flowing. After a hectic performance the seats went empty and instead of going backstage I tried to play a melody for myself.

I was so lost finding my way through strings that didn't even noticed when Azi came. He's the owner of this old hideously beautiful theatre, his love for arts has this place still running without compliance knowing else it would have left baren just like the other popular theatres they shut years ago.

"Well done Harry, people seemed to love your performance last night and today." A smile quenching from my inners causing the bottom lip to tuck in between my teeth.

A feeling like no other spiralling around my ribcages, this's all I ever wanted.

"They were properly soused into your magic and we know what that means, shit loads of money." I remained quite putting my violin and bow aside while he spoke with a tobacco cigar rolled in between his lips.

I never wanted to play for money but nor do I've problem if we're getting it because half of the people in theater needs it. They deserve it.

It's not their fault they've to die in return of loving the devotedness that's gifted naturally.

Their talent and adroitness is the only thing keeping them in this world even though they've to remain veiled from the ordinary people.

Azi drags the stash of money on the table in my direction causing me to shake my head in refusal, "you know that I don't need this money. Save it for the renovation of theatre before we all get buried deep under it." He laughs lungs rumbling from his old age.

For God's sake the ceilings are about to cripple and chandelier might bonk my head one day.

"Or' maybe double pay our ballerina she was prepossesing last night." The twitch of his wrinkles at the corners of eyes smoothed down sadly and he sighed loudly piercing a hole in my stomach.

Anticipation wrapped around my head shoving me into the sea of worry where I'm finding it difficult to process, "what happened-" my words choking in my windpipes when he cuts me off revealing the horror information.

"She was abducted last night, her body was found shot near the suburb of where she lives." Everything's feeling claustrophobic around me and I keep on gawking him in astonished dread.

She was one hell of the great dancers, the only ballerina of our theatre. She didn't not deserved this; fuck it nobody does. I refuse to believe.

Fuck this government. Fuck this stupid world.

Gripping my hair from roots I looked him straight in the eyes, "Tell me if her family needs any help." Then the realization dawned upon me like a heavy dust she never had a family. This theatre, her skills were her only family.

"Harry my boy listen I know you'll take it as a hard toll but believe me we can't do anything for what has happened, go home have a rest you've a performance in the coming month." I was taken aback when he hugged me assuring me like a father would do, not utterly sure how to respond to interactions like these I raised my hands several times only to let them fall back.

Memories of her on tips dancing beautifully on the stage displaying infront of me as I stored my violin into case putting it aside.

We weren't close. But the few times we had exchange of words in the middle of lunch breaks and her full concentration on my foolish jokes was worth than any friendships I ever had; which I unfortunately never had.

Without even noticing the whispers let out of my chest, "I'll miss ya." Never thought you could yearn to have a single glimpse of people last time even though they were barely in your life.

I didn't changed into comfortable clothes letting the flashy suit stick to my skin, so the weigh of it will keep on making me realize that the world has no place for us.

A sacrifice for living praise.

The alley outside's pitch dark with the sun roguishly trying to dawn from the horizon.

Azi Theatre's situated at the most lifeless spot in the city possible, you've to walk through several hidden allies to reach there.

While, walking past the streets and avoiding to ruin my trousers by splashing my boots into puddle my brain havoced with unnecessary thoughts.

Thousand of faces with erastz beauty passing in mili seconds on these vast fulgurant billboards their mocks appearing like arrows to my already wounded guts; though it's all in my head it's still crawling under my skin.

A peek of cognisance from the day she made me ate her red velvet muffins dizzied around in my mind painting sorrow over me.

Even though I protested with my nonsical excuses she won ending up handing me one of her perfectly shaped muffin on my palm with a huge grin.

Just like that alot of people's smiles in my life petered out in the lost pocket of my mind.

In the littlest remembrance of her I made route to the small bakery situated two blocks away from the building I live in. The city's sleeping the only thing's shop's boards blinking and hazy bakeries showing through the thick fog.

It's open twenty four hours seven. The sky tweeked with ribbons of brume and the digital clock showed 5:00 sharp in the early dawn the large glass windows fogy from weather. The counter lady's wrapped into a comfy blanket trying not to fall asleep.

The bell chimed startling the cute old lady when I stepped inside passing by the wooden counter, "uhh..hi sorry to disturb. I'll look in myself." She nodded slumping back into her seat soon about to knock off.

Strolling in between the squeezy aisles my eyes roamed over empty refrigerators ceasing to the one at the far corner.

There in the transparent domed box are four cherry-red muffins attracting every dull view of bakery towards themselves. They're perfectly shaped and snow-flaked into red coconut shudders but failed to water my mouth.

I've no appetite to eat them. Her's used to be baked into undescribeable funny shapes but atleast I had a company while chomping them in one bite.

A reel of same memory binging and before it could permanently imprint in my brain I cleared my throat raising my pointy finger as a habit, "I'll have these!"

We said in a unison. Hold on. We? Am I that exhausted that I've started to hallucinate.

My head snapshoting towards the person from whom the feminine voice billowed in the dense warm air.

Resplendent. Florid and kaleidoscopic were the first words that striked my confused mind when my vision raked from the faux suede ankle boots richer in pigment than the red velvet muffins resting inside the refrigerator; then straight towards to meet their eyes.

Her gaze projecting warmth in this wimtertide and out of curiosity I met her eyes to recognize their colour.

Golden syrup. They're like the glassed honey pool that has squeezed the bee in the syrup lake as if it's greed for honey became it's trap, hazel speckles caged inside the rim of irises flickering with her slightest of eye movement.

We both keeps on looking at eachother the morning peace surrounding us too unsure how to break the spell.

She's wearing a cerise peach long trench wool coat a sweet rose enamel pin attached to where her heart is. Her nose and ears pink from the cold outside, but her lips plump from under the translucent violaceous bubble gum coloured gloss.

Burnette tresses of hair loose till her covered shoulders, the peach tealed beanie intact on her head.

The women standing infront of me is in abstract contrast to the pastels of the bakery and the luster of gray buildings out of these bakery walls.

The pastelish hues still prominent in her and crimson peaked up my neck at the fact that she caught me intriguing her by my peer.

Boldly her eyes remained fixated at my suit that's very exotic for strolling into a bakery. She might think so I'm a bellend idiot.

The cashier lady came to us yawning placing her hands on her hips done with two strangers just looking at eachother but she doesn't know that both of them are inquisitive of what the other is wearing this early where anybody's barely awake.

"We've the only box, decide it quick kiddos that who'll get it." The lady yawned for fiftieth time taking the box of muffins out of refrigerator.

"I came here first and I was the first one to ask." I frowned for an obvious reason and the lady was about to give me the box when a honeyed voice again melted in my ears.

Now I really wanna hear her talk for a long time, "but I pointed at it first!" She whines softly jutting her lower lip.

"But vocalisation matters the most." I quipped arching my brow at her and she glared me but her beatific personality radiating naturally from her is breaking the bitter demeanour she's trying to pull towards me.

"Kay. We can leave it upto the rock, paper and siscorss." She smirks mishveously raising her brows several times in a challenge.

Her tongue poking out from her glossy lips with her one leg straight and other bended perpendicular she placed her on foot over another balancing with only one leg like a flamingo.

The cute small lady groaned, "are you really gonna do this?" Our eyes widening and chuckles spiraling when we once again we said 'yep.' In unison.

She was ready to launch her hand in a paper and mine was stone so I quickly interrupted looking down at her legs, "why are you standin' like a swan?" Her eyes slitting into a squint and lips shrinking into a pout.

Tilting her chin towards me and standing in the same position as before just the difference now's that her hands are on her hips to convey the offend.

She ruched her lower lip inside her mouth to stop from giving a smile, so she's a buoyant person...

"Because maybe I am?" And she doesn't have simple answers to straight questions. Our fists still raised into air and the cashier lady hissed this time ready to throw hands.

"You kids are worse than my grandchildren!" She gasped comically at the words of short lady.

"That's very mean of you..." I'm clearly surprised that she isn't one bit influenced by lady's sharpness instead she's further engaging in a conversation that will result in the loss of time for all of us. "...and your daughter wouldn't be very happy to know."

"Kay. Back to where we left." She quickly turned her head towards me her complete concentration struck over me making my stomach go fluttery and funny.

"Uhm..yes- rock, paper, siscorss!" I never thought I'd play a game with some stranger who's looking so cozy and comfy in the early dew, for some muffins in the middle of empty bakery when I scarcely interact with people.

"Yes! I won." I punched the air when my siscorss cut her paper and her jaw went slack for a moment.

What the fuck you're doing Styles!?

Out of shyness and awkwardness I abruptly combed back my curls rubbing my hand down the nape of my neck not meeting her eyes.

The lady handed me the box with a boring expression while Hers stayed ticked to it, "anyway I don't even like red-velvet muffins." Yeah. Grapes are sour when fox can't get it.

She was about to walk away near to step out of shop. I want to call her but don't know her name; so out of sheer rampage I blurted out the only word that the department of my brain could manage at the time.

"Swan!" She halted in her tracks torso turning and with her chin atop of her shoulder she looked back at me smiling coyly.

"Yes. Sparkly?" She's probably calling me that because of my glittery black suit and I'm sure my ribcages did something at the name. Getting made fun of doesn't sound very good; but it is at the time.

Today's an odd day.

"Um..we can share if you want to?" Her grin etching to the corner of her lips and she jumped excitedly clasping her hands together,"Really!?"

A timid smile crawling over my features watching her get delighted at the littlest of fact. "Yes. There are two pair of muffins we both can have one pair if you like to?" I told her and she bobs her head while going towards the cash counter, patting the counter with a huge grin indicating me to put the box down.

"Your total's $8.25." We both payed half of the total price and I shoved my hands into my trouser's pockets scrutinizing my surrounding while the annoyed cashier lady packed two muffins separately for one of us.

And she rummaged through her wallet which has alot of ebullient key-chains hanging from it, who's this girl?

Why I've never seen her here before? and I've never seen a person this cheerful in the crowd of prosaic people of city.

The lady handed us our respective delights with a roll of eyes and I was the first one to take mine and quickly sprinted out of there, because I didn't know what else to do.

A whiff of pungent vanilla, mulberry pomegranate sprouting with cocoa made it's way in my nostrils when I passed beside her. Her fragrance's divergent.

You know a scent that addictively clouds your senses but it's so rare you never get to smell it again; but if out of nowhere you get to it brings back nostalgia for no reason, she smelled like that.

When I glanced back the two women were still watching my weirdness in amusement through the glass windows of bakery.

It appeared like her rose enamel pin winked at me from far.

Mick was tangled up into cassette tapes when I stepped inside my flat, the tiny bugger he is jumped atop me straddling me to the floor.

"You're lookin' like a disco ball. No need to be so proud." Instead he gave a long slicky lick to my cheek woofing at me.

He's being too cheeky but it wouldn't last long when I'll take him for a checkup. He fucking envy his doc. I'm already sensing sympathy seeking whining from him, happens every year.

Shaking my head I grunted skiding from underneath him but he's fast and climbed up in my lap while I struggled to open the box.

The minute red hilly muffins were infront of me it reminded me of honey the ooze of golden, treacle eyes. Her eyes.

Shit. It's getting hard to get rid of her delicate image that's playing like an aesthetic reel in the back of my mind.

I was jerked into reality when Mick lurched greedily eating the delcious muffin from my hand in one bite, leaving his slickness at the tip of my fingers. Before he could attack my muffin too I quickly grabbed it.

"Mick you wouldn't believe what happened today!?" I spoke in an animated voice scratching his sweet spot under his ear my mouth full of red coconut and he looked up at me with his sick puppy eyes.

"We wouldn't have been able to eat these if I wouldn't have won from...." I stuttered pondering over the fact that the nameless peachy coat girl's too stubborn and wouldn't leave my fuzzy thoughts alone, "...from swan."

Mick just barked at me going to his sleeping pillow and I practically rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms to bring myself to some consciousness from that bloody bakery fantasy.

_

When the proper morning hit I made myself breakfast and the longer I stared it the more it impeded my appetite.

With one hand offering Mick treats to deceive him into the idea that I'll take him to the park for a walk which instead will end up in a clinic's room and other hand diligent in searching word puzzles over the newspaper my jaw worked to chew the sandwich.

Throwing a sweater over my head and slipping into white washed jeans quickly I got ready to take Mick with me.

I had to scoop Mick up in my arms when he sprawled onto footpath of veterinary clinic the second he realized what was about to happen.

The kid leaning against the wall giggled loudly watching me practically drag my dog across the floor because he's too socially akward, fucking wow.

The waiting area's already full of pupils alongside their pets, someone stood up from the last bench and taking the advantage of opportunity I strided towards it sitting at it's edge.

Fifteen minutes passed since I've been caressing and comforting my scared bud, tucking his crown under my chin to make him at rest.

There's loud raucous noise when the elevator doors to the floor we're at opened wide gaining everyone's attention and when the person in tizzy strided inside the corridor I had to look at her twice.

What the fuck she's doing here? She never owned a pet and the one for whom she'll get this worried about.

Lyida's exactly same, her eyes bright as always and she has become more striking from when she was with me.

But she's not mine now, she never was.

She lurched over the receptionist with the box in her hand and distress of having to meet her eyes creeped inside me. The girl beside me threw daggers at me when I stood up hastily causing the whole bench to shake. I apologised for the disturbance.

My hands fumbled with the knob of nearest door right beside me and I had to shush Mick sternly when he kept on whining.

Heavy puff of breaths escaping my lungs when I stumbled inside some empty doctor's room shutting the door behind me, back meeting against the wooden plank of door, cold sweat breaking under the nape of my neck and I blinked several times taking in my surrounding.

I'm a weak son of a bitch.

It's fuckin' gruelling to be in her presence. It's hellish to meet her sympathetic gaze for me and I'm a bastard who's pathetic as hell.

I have to be away, I've to go right now. Trotting towards the large window panes I uncliped them stepping outside the shared balcony of room.

There's a drain pipe so I can climb it down to the ground and get the hell away from here.

Maybe, Mick was right it was a bad day and idea to come here.

Adjusting Mick inside my armpit I threw my one leg over the rail and then the second, my breath wavering as I gripped the rail tighter taking baby steps towards the plastic pipe.

The smack of air stinging my eyes while the cars are being parked infront of me at the parking lot.

A delucet voice clamoured from inside startling me to death and Mick barked lowly in reaction, "Whoops! Sorry to interrupt your suicidal mission." I turned my head steadily to see who's it even though I can comprehend the sherbet similarity.

Her voice has melted like a hot maroon stamp into my ears since the dawn hour and with the corner of my eyes I watched her leaning against the stretcher.

"But let me tell you Sparkly this height would cause you nothing but two broken ribs, one fractured thigh and you might loose your brain memory. No more than that." I gawked her appalled while she remained peacific arms folded infront of her chest, into different cardinal clothes now.

Again a replete splitness to what every other person's wearing outside.

Even though my intentions are nothing like that but saying this to someone who's about to take their life doesn't seem very pleasing.

I was about to speak something into my defence that she misinterpreted things but she cut me off popping her chewing gum and capturing the ropes of sticked bubble around her lips with her teeth.

Fuck.

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A/n; Please lovies. Reblog it and gimme feedback alot of kisses!

[doppelgangeronpa]

Let’s Skedaddle, Gang

Shortly after the execution finished, the speakers came back on. For the first few seconds, nothing but muffled crying could be heard.

“Welp….f-fuck I guess. She never said that was gonna ‘appen... Now seems like a good time to yeet ourselves the fuck out ‘a here, don't ‘ya think?” 

The raspy voice from earlier stuttered out. The elevator doors soon opened, signalling for you to go,

“Boat's outside. Grab whatever then we gotta blast”

There’s a slight hesitation between everyone, but soon, everyone gathers their belongings, everyone pitches in to help Kokoro gather her stuff, too. There was no stated time limit, but with this boat being the only way out, there was some hurrying to be done. 

As soon as everyone's on the boat, a speaker near a locked off door crackles to life,

“‘Ere’s the deal chucklefucks; Sansy got your families together and yall’re gonna go see ‘em now. No, you don't get ‘ta see my gorgeous mug; no one's gettin’ arrested here. Usually I'd make an exception fer the cute chicks, but I gotta go through the grieving process or just die real quick. I wouldn't suggest hoppin’ off; if the boat doesn't get ‘ya Nessie or some shit will. Bon voyage”

While on the boat, some... items were handed to you. Odd given the situation, but sure enough, there were 2 boxes addressed to Atsuko and Yume, and envelopes addressed to Lilith, Clemens and Kai.

In Yume’s box were a variety of different beauty supplies, a note on top that read

Not sure if you have anything good going on on the inside, but here's some external stuff.

Atsuko’s box, for some reason, had air holes in it. Upon opening, she'd be greeted to a sleeping husky puppy with a note next to it. The dog couldn't have been more than a couple months old given its size, and its note read, 

You deserve a friend. I don't think this one's had enough time to dislike you, but I can't be certain. Please take care of her

Kai’s envelope held two rings and much like the others, a note 

I was gonna give you cash but you'd waste it. These are in case a few months passed and you still haven't fucked everything up with her

In Clemens’ was...cash? Hey, there's a note too though

Honestly I don't know shit about you. Buy some therapy with it or something

Last but not least was Lilith’s envelope, which unlike the others, contained just a note. On one half of it was...a tiktok channel link. Huh.

I'm not sure if she has any social media other than that, but this is just in case you still want to talk to Kokoro after this. She needs an older figure by her side, and she's not gonna touch Titter for a while

After what felt like hours, but in reality had been an hour at most, the boat stopped in front of a small shipping deck. As promised, everyone's loved ones were there, as well as some law enforcement and ambulances. The survivors didn't have much time to reunite with everyone before they were all carried off by ambulances. Weeks later, after everyone was observed and treated for any possible injuries, they were free to go, protected from the stress that came from countless journalists by the ever generous Hope’s Peak. 

Despite the lack of statements from the survivors, there seemed to be coverage of the Twin Hearts tragedy everywhere they looked:

18 enter, 6 leave: The Twin Hearts Tragedy

A family torn apart, what has come to be after the death of Junpei Caado

Twin Hearts resort closed until further notice to recover from the recent tragedy

Hero turned villain: inside the corrupt mind of the former Ultimate Vigilante

It was months until media coverage finally began to die down. By then, nearly everyone had gotten their story out, and a large reward had been put out for any info on the other person responsible for the Twin Hearts Tragedy. What followed soon after, at first glance, had no correlation to the recent kidnapping, but those who lived through the events and knew Chinatsu’s motivations knew the truth.

Crime Rate Rises in Japan: How the Uprise of Gang Activity Affects our Streets

It was almost painful to see that everything she had fought for amounted to nothing at the end of the day, and that the 12 lives lost there at the resort went towards a lost cause, but at the end of the day, those who lived through it all knew a much more dangerous threat had been taken down there. At least now things could return back to normal

And sure enough, they did. The events that occurred there would be engraved in their minds forever, but the rest of their time at HPA proved to be much less eventful. The school year that kicked off with a bang passed quickly, and soon it was already time to go back again, a new crop of fresh faces waiting to join the ranks of the ultimates, spared of the hardships last year's group endured.

...

Or were they? The first day of the new year seemed normal initially, but the large BANG that went off an hour into classes soon proved that to be false. Anyone unfortunate enough to investigate the front of the campus, the source of the noise, would be greeted to utter chaos. Windows everywhere had been busted open; once clean walls were tainted with spray paint and...blood? Amongst all of it was a note written front and center in pink liquid

GOOD CHOICE TWIN HEARTS

What accompanied the message was an all too familiar logo...

[miss-pearlescent]

Search Through the Universe (6/6)

Rating: M

Read Chapter 1 here

In truth, having a cock stuffed up inside you and these seat belts pressing against your boobs wasn’t the most comfortable position. But you were so turned on that you didn’t care. And watching yourself being tied up by Kai on the screen above you?

Major turn on.

You squirmed as he spread your legs wider to strap them in with his own. Then he set your hands comfortably atop his on the arm rests.

“Ready?” he whispered in your ear.

You shivered and felt that go straight to your curled toes. “Is it scary?”

“Not to me,” he teased. “But it can be for a beginner. Don’t be scared, you’re safe with me.”

You took a deep breath to calm your sudden nerves.

“Trust me?” he asked.

You licked your lips and nodded. “Mhmm.”

“All right. Hold on tight, Cookie.”

For a second, you heard the sound of a car zipping away. Then you felt the wind. Your hair whipped around you as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

And then you felt the vibrations.

“Oh my god,” you said to the air. It was so loud around you, you couldn’t even hear yourself.

But you could definitely feel the vibrations in the seat. It was the little groin part of the chair that stuck out. Your pussy was pressed against it, and as the seat vibrated, you had a nice little vibrator to your clit.

You bit your lip to keep back your moans but you were already about to come. The wind in the small space only got stronger and you braced yourself as you felt the buttons of your pajama shirt popping open.

The wind buffeted against your sensitive nipples while the seat seemed to change vibration rhythms against your clit. You writhed as you tossed your head back against Kai’s chest, needing release.

Your fingers had been holding on tightly to his hands and you ripped them away from the arm rests to place them on your breasts.

He knew exactly what you needed.

He rolled your peaked nipples against his fingers, flicking them occasionally with the wind, the two of them relentlessly teasing you. You opened your eyes and saw two things.

Stars.

And the screen above you, showing your exposed body being toyed with by Kai’s hands.

“I’m going to come,” you gasped.

“Let it out.” You swore you heard Kai growl behind you. “I want to watch your release.”

But just before you could, the ship pitched forward.

And then back.

And then forward.

Your eyes rolled back as the ship continued on its trek, causing Kai’s cock to slip in and out of you just enough that you could feel the ridges.

And every time the ship fell back, you felt his cock slam right back into you.

You choked out a sob as it hit you right where you needed it. Over and over and over.

Then you felt something sharp on your shoulder and you could barely open your eyes to see Kai biting down on your shoulder.

Your whole body seized and you saw stars in your vision as you came. The white hot blaze traveled from your belly to every inch of your skin as you screamed Kai’s name. You could feel the wetness dripping down your shaking legs as you had orgasm after orgasm.

It wouldn’t stop.

If it wasn’t another vibration that triggered it, it was Kai’s fingers. If it wasn’t his cock pumping in and out, it was you opening your eyes for a second to see the recording above you.

It was too much.

Your whole body quivered as the space ship finally began to settle. You squirmed as he kissed your neck and you felt another orgasm hit your body. “I’m sorry. I think I’m still coming.”

He only continued kissing. “Did I wear you out?” he asked with a smile on his lips.

You gulped in a few breaths of air. “I think so.” You brushed the hair out of your face as you braced for another orgasm. The ship hadn’t stopped vibrating completely. “Does the trip to space usually take that long from Earth?”

Kai gave you a peck on a cheek and leaned back with a devilish smirk. “Actually, we’ve orbited the Earth almost four times now.”

You fought for composure even as you moaned. “What?”

“We were up in space in less than a minute, but I hit auto-pilot when we got out of the atmosphere.”

He rubbed a warm hand along your stomach as you melted into jelly from your last orgasm. “Why?”

He gave you another peck, this time on the forehead. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

—

“W-what’s that?”

Kai looked up at the red planet. “Humans call it Mars.” He murmured before returning to his licking job.

Without gravity being a variable, Kai had easily perched Cookie upon his shoulders. It was a perfect position for her to gaze out at the stars she had never seen while he feasted on her sweet flesh.

The thought that he was acting like a barbarian only encouraged him more.

“And what’s that white thing on—oh…” Her thighs shook as her body rocked forward with the force of another orgasm.

He held her in place, piercing her wet entrance with his tongue to taste all of what she had to offer. “It is the exploration machine the humans put on Mars. It’s been there for years.”

“I-I see.” It was cute how she could barely form words anymore.

“Did you know that many organisms on the planet had tried to fornicate with it?” he asked as he brought her back down to his lap.

She held onto his hand tightly as she shakily made her way down. “But I thought there was no life on Mars.”

“No life that humans could detect.” He nibbled on her ear, knowing it was a sensitive spot for her. “But ever since the machine landed on the planet, it has stunk of lewd mating scents.”

She ducked her head. “Kind of like your ship does now, I guess.”

Kai put a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to his. “Your scent does not stink. If it did, do you think I would have this?” He brought her hand to his cock, letting her know how hard he still was.

Her cheeks turned pink. “You haven’t come yet,” she gasped and lowered herself to the floor of the ship. “Here, let me help.”

Before he could stop her, she was already setting her full lips to his tip. The sight made him groan. His head fell back against the back of the chair and he drew in a breath when he saw the recording screen above him.

His little Cookie was watching him seductively as she tried to take his length into her mouth. She was trying to devour him.

His hips jolted upwards because he had never expected to find himself making love to someone’s mouth. But here he was, and he was about to lose control of himself.

“Mmm.” The sound came from Cookie’s throat and vibrated up his cock. It was the same sound she made when she had tasted whatever she had tried to feed him yesterday from her bowl.

She was enjoying this.

He really wasn’t going to last.

He grabbed her by the hand and shoulder to push her away. He breathed heavily to calm himself, telling himself he needed to do this despite the hurt in her eyes.

“Kai?” she asked softly.

“What is the position that causes the fastest orgasm in human females?”

She blinked. “What?”

He was gritting his teeth, holding in his release.

She sputtered. “Well, it’s different for everyone—”

He grabbed her by both shoulders, ensuring he didn’t dig into her soft skin. “What is the position that will make you have an orgasm the fastest?” he asked desperately.

Her eyes went wide and she gulped. “Doggy-style.”

He didn’t know what that meant so he released her. “Show me,” he growled.

Cookie turned around and found two safety bars to grip. Then she jutted out her bottom until it was in his face.

He still wasn’t quite sure what doggy-style meant.

“Fuck me,” she whispered as she wiggled her hips. “Get up and put it inside me.”

He stood from his seat and found that his cock was at the perfect level to her entrance. Her hips were floating from the lack of gravity so he held them still for his invasion.

He surged his hips forward.

“Kai!” she screamed. “I’m…I’m coming already.”

Her foot wrapped around his knee as she shook underneath him. He gripped her hips tightly as he pumped in and out slowly.

“I can’t, Cookie. I can’t hold it in anymore.” He could barely form full sentences himself as he felt her pussy trying to milk his cock.

“Then don’t,” she groaned. “Fuck me properly.”

That was all the permission he didn’t know he needed. He picked her hips up higher, changing the angle so he could increase the speed with which he entered her.

Her entrance was so slick that he could feel her juice flowing down his own legs and he pushed in and out of her. She cried out with every orgasm, but he continued at the same tempo, causing the ship to creak and rock despite being on auto-pilot.

With one last thrust, he pushed her up against the side of the ship, feeling her warm skin flush against his as he pumped his seed into her. He rested his forehead against her shoulder as he breathed her in, his hips still rocking back and forth on their own accord.

“Tell me we’ll see each other again,” he whispered through his labored breathing.

“You’ll have to give me a break first. My body is going to be sore for weeks.”

He backed away and spun her around, bringing her to sit on his lap. “I have a primary med bay. Which part of you hurts?”

She laughed and combed her fingers through his hair. Belatedly, he realized she was teasing. “I’m fine. But how can we see each other again if you are leaving?”

“I…” He hesitated. “I can stay.”

His determined Cookie shook her head furiously. “You can’t. You have a home.”

“I can stay until we find the one who targeted my ship. It can be labelled as an investigative mission.”

“And after that?”

He drew in a breath. “After that, I will ask you to travel with me. I am a voyager; I have no permanent home. I will bring you back to Earth whenever you ask, but I want to show you the rest of the universe.”

He watched as her lower lip quivered. “Really?”

He nodded. “Of course. I can outfit the ship to accommodate two passengers, and I’ll learn human customs while I’m on Earth.”

A sly smile curled on her lips as she looked around the ship. “Actually, I quite like it as it is.” She threw her arms around him. “Just like how I like you the way you are.”

Kai was ready to give up his life as a voyager just to settle in bed for a lifetime with his Cookie.

THE END

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Sorry about this update being a bit late this week; Christmas is nearing and things are getting busy. I didn’t even read over this last chapter to edit it BECAUSE IT’S A VERY RAUNCHY CHAPTER and I gotta be a normal human being in a couple hours. Can’t be thirsting over Kai in public! There is an epilogue for this story somewhere in my brain, but I honestly cannot say if I’m going to write it out LOOOOL It really depends because I also have a sequel...as well as other stories I want to write.

In the meantime, thank you all for reading! And thank you for the kind messages <3 <3 <3 Hope to put out more stories soon!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Island of Darkness

Day Twenty-Five: Island of Darkness

Ugh I’m so sad I didn’t get to watch this yesterday because by the time I got home from work I was too tired ahhh

Aw Cole wants to fight cutie

Zane is just like Cole... no...

Cole: so you’re saying we get to fight? Oooo I have happy feet!

convenient scrolls are convenient

Misako: *talks about how powerful Lloyd will become*

Ninja: *looks at each other in shock and what the heck*

Lloyd: hahah, jealous?

well at least they have a medallion

Wu: not you Lloyd

Lloyd: oh, seriously? Are we still doing this?

Misako: *says serious stuff I’m not including because I’m using the funny part not serious*

Jay: hahaha, jealous?

honestly, those two moments are one of my favorite team moments in the first two seasons, like I don’t know it’s just so silly and petty but it’s just so them

Jay: of course, Sensei, don’t worry! Have you ever known us to veer from a plan, huh?

Ninja: *smiles, confident, in the answer they’re expecting*

Wu / Lloyd / Misako: *deadpanned looks*

Ninja: NINJAAAAA-

Wu: shhh! Not so loud! Are you trying to get us caught?

Ninja: *whispers* Gooooooo

Oof I’m only four minutes in and I already have so much typed up ahh

Overlord: no, you myopic mortal !

ha I just realized that Garmdon’s throne is his helmet

Cole calls Jay and Kai bozos haha

Aw Zane tells them that he would (essentially) do anything to save them ahhh (”If it were any of you, I’d do the same. I have to get my friend back)

Lloyd has to witness the awkward flirtatious looks between Wu and Misako and then asks about his dad so it eNDS

how did Wu not notice the giant Stone Warrior vehicle?

Paul Dobson makes the best fighting noises hands down

so like. Lloyd uses earth powers and turns a stone warrior into... more stone I guess but anywAYS does that mean Cole could turn things into stone too if he really wanted?? Neato and kind of terrifying which is why he probably never uses it unless I’m forgetting a moment when he does because I’m tired

Jay: I spy... another tree?

Cole: Jay, how did you ever become a ninja seriously?

Also Cole: Jay, I take back everything I said! You are a fine ninja, not finer than me but-

Awww Cole said they’d regret not saving Zane for the rest of their life and then when Kai and Jay are like ghgbwhghjhd he says “it’s Zane” and my Glacier heart (platonic and romantic) is screaming

When they talk about how they didn’t listen to Sensei when he said to stay out of sight, Zane says “why don’t we ever listen to him?”

Zane: I got us into this mess, I know how to get us out

^^ that just makes me think of the behind the scenes clip with Brent Miller when he had to do a trash ton of takes for that line haha

Jaya kiss awww

Yes now designated driver Cole !!! I don’t know why I care about that so much. Probably just headcanons that Cole likes driving the most

Kai’s smack talk is both the best and the worst, and I find myself laughing every time.

The Temple of Light !!!

Guys I forgot how good this episode was

Okay I freaking. Teared up watching this part holy crap.

I love the music in this part. I love their new gi’s so much. I love how that whole scene went in general. The nostalgia ahh gosh I remember watching this episode when it came out on cartoon network holy crap.

also Cole has a rainbow sword. even his weapon knows that our earth babe is gay. (I saw that somewhere on tumblr one time and now I always think of that during this emotional and fantastic scene)

I love seeing them use their powers ahhh like you go hun!

Kai, Jay, and Zane have these moments where they just use their powers hardcore and then Cole just shoves his sword in the ground and the stone warriors are like bruh what and then d i r t

GOD I LOVE COLE or I guess you could say MiCOLE Jackson boys because my earth babe just moon-walked and then did cute dance things

wow I am so proud of Lloyd. So so proud.

THE MOMENT WAS RUINED BY AWKWARD WUSAKO

sorry guys Wusako is just so awkward

okay hi umm my name is Corey and frick I just realized that The Last Voyage isn’t my favorite season two episode anymore because I forgot how genuinely good this freaking episode was. I laughed when they acted like the ninja they were, my heart was happy when I saw some Bruise and Glacier moments, I teared up during the “transformation”... wow. SORRY THIS ONE IS LONG I GOT EMOTIONAL !!

See you either later today or tomorrow for The Last Hope! I might watch two today since I missed yesterday, it just depends

I hope you all have a great afternoon / day / night / evening / morning / and everything in between:)

[mugiwara-lucy]

Hey all! I just wanted to say thank you for a VERY amazing birthday and thank you all so much for all the birthday wishes and messages! I really appreciate it! ^_^

My birthday was just amazing! ^_^ To have my friends wake me up to take me out to breakfast only to then take me to the water park where I got a surprise party was JUST AMAZING! ^_^

I received a lot of stuff! To be more specific: I got Naruto Shippuden Boxsets 30-34 (Episodes 375-388), One Piece Season 9 Voyages 1-5 (Episodes 517-574), Dragon Ball Z Kai: The Final Chapters Parts 1-3 (The Entire Buu Saga in the Kai dub) on Blu-Ray, Fuller House The Complete Second Season on Blu Ray, Pretty Little Liars Seasons 6 and 7 on DVD, Digimon Adventure Tri on Blu-Ray, a Pokémon movie bundle pack of the first three movies and clothes, some cute blouses, jeans, shorts and vests along with cards, money and phone calls! ^_^

But yeah another birthday down and another one to go! 

Thank you all again and I love you guys! ^_^

[imagine-that-one-thing]

A hole in one.

The moment his voyager-blue eyes lit up and knew that he'd be painting the nursery blue and having a little son to chase around the garden, you knew it was only a matter of time before the topic of conversation would come up regarding golf. 

At just over three years old, the little boys closet is decked out in more clothes than you'd ever have envisioned, from around the house clothes, to dressy clothes, to golf attire. You're convinced that there isn't one golf shirt that Niall hasn't brought. Not to mention the kid has a lifelong supply of golf attire, the poor kid hasn't grown into half of the apparel. 

It's when you're picking out clothes for your three-year-old, that you notice Niall in the corner of your eye. You flick your head towards him, your eyes meeting his while accompanied by a grin you know all too well. He has something in mind, there's no doubt. 

You raise a brow as you hold your relentless stare more than aware that the grin curled on his lips is going to put a damper on your current plans. “I'm not quite sure I want to even ask what you have done.” You speak softly, placing your son's shirt on the bed in an attempt to figure out what he should wear to your sister's engagement party. 

“I think it's time to play golf with de lad.” 

You shrug and nod, assuming he means he's ready to head off to go play golf with one of his friends’. You don't genuinely care when he decides to go off for a few hours to play golf, you considerably savour it. 

You appreciate being able to get things done without him distracting you, plus when he gets home, you can't help but not keep your hands off of him— the golf attire gets you going, to say the least. 

“Come here lad, put ye’ shoes on,” Niall summons and the patter of your son bounding down the hallway permeates the corridor. 

“Niall,” you immediately flick your eyes away from the clothes on the bed, “he’s too young.” 

“Nonsense, it’s ‘bout time the young lad learns to play... Harry's missus lets him take their son," Niall smiles widely as your son wanders in while wearing the cutest golf attire you think you have ever seen.  

You glance towards your husband, "Harry also buys his missus flowers and their son is five, not three... James is tiny, he can't hold a golf club," you sigh while picking up you little man and bouncing him on your hip. 

James gazes at you with the identical nautical-blue eyes as his father and you know deep down you're about to give in on this golf thing, essentially because it is only a matter of time before the boy asks himself to copy his Daddy and play the sport. He is a spitting image of his father, always copying his Daddy, he is a Daddy's boy solely. There are times you will discover James tottering right behind his father as Niall wanders the house and will point at the guitar strings when he sees Niall reaching for a guitar.

Niall sighs, "I got ye' flowers.. remember that one time?"

"That one time you got me flowers when you bought those golf clubs?" you raise a brow with a slight chuckle, "sure, love," you nod, "We can pretend that counts." 

"I'll bring ye' back some flowers after the course." 

"Mhm, I'd much prefer a nice dinner," you grin as you kiss your son's rose-red cheeks and he giggles, "here, corrupt our son. Please make sure he stays warm and uses the golf clubs properly," you hand your three year old over to Niall, "he needs to wear his little hat, too."

"Yes, darlin', will make sure that happens," Niall responds, "I'm a pro, you know he is goin' to use the clubs right. Dunno what kind of nonsense you think of me and golf," Niall beams while he takes Jame's into his grips and bounces his on his hip, "look like a true golfing lad, say bye to Mumma," Niall leans over and kisses your lips before your son leans over and caresses his miniature red lips to your cheek.

"Bye, Mumma," James lisps cutely with his little voice. 

"Bye, sweetheart, take care of Daddy," you kiss his cheek back and Niall walks out, leaving you to continue to search for the perfect outfit for your son to wear. 

*** ***

The second Niall puts his son's tiny legs down on the grass, he is prompt to run around, causing Niall to chase after him, "Come here, silly," Niall scoops his son up, "Not a place to run. Here, look," Niall carries him back to the golf clubs and hands his son the tiniest golf club he thinks he has ever gripped in his hand. Niall bends down to his sons level and caresses James' fingers to hold the gold club, "Atta boy, one here and on here," he adjusts his sons hand positions, "Now swing a bit, jus' like this," Niall gingerly moves his sons arms to draw back on the club and swing, "Hit the ball, lad," Niall instructs, doing his best to guide his son the right way, becoming extremly supportive and excited when his son manages to get the ball to move a few inches. 

The smile spread across his face is extensive and abundant of so much pride, his wanderlust-blue eyes are overflowing with delight and contentment as he catches a second to glance at his son waddle closer to the ball and take a shot at hitting the ball on his own. Niall smiles to himself, permitting his son hit the ball every few inches and bustle after it. Of course, the poor fellow has no idea what he is doing and the fact he is meant to be hitting the ball in a hole and not pursuing after it, but he is so gratified doing something 'Daddy' does. 

"Atta boy, James..." Niall encourages like a proud father.

"Jus' like Daddy," James grins as he hastens closer to Niall while dragging the gold club behind him. 

Niall bends back down to his son and ruffles his silky wavy, Hercules-gold hair, "Jus' like Daddy," Niall nods proudly, "Ye' about done, lad?" 

"No, more," James shakes his head, "I lost ball," he points to the bushes where he accomplished to lose his ball. 

Niall chuckles, "Lucky I got more," Niall pulls a ball out of his pocket, "Hold on, lad," Niall tenderly squeezes his hand to Jame's shoulder, "Let's teach ye' somethin', this ball has to go in that hole over there, fella." Niall points to the hole with the little red flag. 

Niall takes his son's hand and escorts him closer to the hole, Niall places the ball down and adjusts his sons posture with the club, "swing back slowly, there ya' go." ... "Aww, try again, mate," Niall encourages as the ball doesn't manage to get to the hole. Niall steps closer to the hole and encourages his son to take a shot on his own. 

Niall follows the ball gradually make its way to the edge of the hole and subtly but tenderly Niall nudges it in, "Ayyy! You did!" Niall bellows pleasantly, smiling when his son's Rasputin-blue eyes swiftly light up beautifully, "Look, you got it in." 

"I did," James waddles closer and peers to look into the hole, he grins and bends down to pick the ball up out of the hole, "I did it," James holds the ball up to his father proudly. 

Niall nods and carefully picks his son up, "so proud of ya,"

"I a big boy," 

"You are," Niall nods, "Pretty soon ya will be golfing with me and ya uncle Harry," Niall bounces his son on his hip, placing a kiss to his cheek, "but ya will always be Daddy's little boy, okay?" 

"'kay, Daddy... Jus' like I Mumma's lil boy?" 

"Of course," Niall nods, "Always going to be our little boy," Niall takes the club out of his son's hand as he nearly earns an accidentally whack to the thigh, "be careful with that, lad." Niall snickers as his son is unaware of how he about swung into Niall with it. 

Niall's son rests his head on Niall's shoulder while Niall begins to walk back to the car, "Well lad, we know who not to ask to play a full round with," Niall chuckles to himself, adjusting his son so he is more comfortable while he falls asleep. 

Niall reaches the car and throws the little golf clubs into the boot of the car before he opens up the back seat and carefully places his son in the car seat, making sure his sons head rests comfortably on the side. Niall sees the little nomad-blue eyes and he leans down and kisses James forehead, "go to sleep, little man," Niall whispers kindly. 

"Blanky," his son whines tiredly and Niall leans into the back seat in search for the blanket that he swore he got before leaving the house. Niall frowns as he fails to find the blanket, there is never a moment your son doesn't sleep without a cover, it is his safety thing. Most toddlers have that one blanket or toy they have to have, his is just any sort of blanket. Niall takes no time taking his jacket off and laying it on his son so he can use it as a blanket. His son's little hands clasp the edge of the jacket and his eyes close drowsily. 

[the-homicidediaries]

Terry Jo Duperrault

Alone: Orphaned on the Ocean

Hi guys!

So as most of you know, I love true crime. I love learning new stories I’d never heard about and trying to break down why evil, sociopathic people do the things they do.

I started writing essays on my wall after I was laid off from my job, and it low key kinda blew up, haha.

I haven’t been on it lately, but that’s changing right now!

I want to share crazy, true stories that most people don’t know about.

Most of us know Bundy, Ramirez, Ridgeway, Gacy, Dahmer, etc.

I want to talk about the lesser known, the most evil. Muahahaha.

The story I am telling now is quite literally unbelievable, but it is fascinating. And it has a (sort of) happy ending.

This is the story of Terry Jo Duperrault.

(I first heard this story on one of my favorite podcasts, My Favorite Murder. It’s episode 28 - His Liver With Some Fava Beans and A Nice Chianti.)

I really tried to find out where Terry Jo was born, but I can’t find anything about her childhood or what city in Wisconsin she’s actually from, so I’ll start from what I did find.

Terry Jo was the middle child to Arthur Duperrault and Jean Duperrault. Together they had three children; Brian, 14, Terry Jo, 11, and René, 7.

Arthur was an optometrist, Jean’s occupation wasn’t disclosed.

Arthur had been dying (lol pun) to take his family out sailing. His plan was to sail for an entire year, all over the world.

In 1961, Arthur had become so successful that the opportunity to sail with his family arose and he seized it. Instead of spending the winter in Wisconsin, he decided he and his family would sail to the Bahamas.

The plan was to rent a boat, sail for a week, like a trial run, and see how everything went. If they enjoyed their time, they would extend the trip further.

I’m not even good at geography, but I know you can’t get to the Bahamas from Wisconsin, so Arthur and his family traveled to Fort Lauderdale, FL, and rented the ship, Bluebelle. They hired Julian Harvey, a former Air Force fighter pilot and a very experienced sailor, to man the ship.

Julian’s wife, Dene Harvey, would also accompany them.

On Wednesday November 8, 1961, the Duperrault’s and the Harvey’s began their voyage.

Eventually, they all reached the Bahamas safely, an island called Sandy Point to be specific, and Arthur was completely astounded by how beautiful the beaches were.

The Duperrault’s and Harvey’s spent the next four days snorkeling and collecting shells.

(Honestly, goals.)

Early Sunday, Arthur and the Harvey’s stopped by the office of Sandy Point village commissioner Roderick W. Pinder to fill out forms for leaving the Bahamas and returning to the United States.

“This has been a once in a lifetime vacation,” Duperrault told Pinder. “We’ll be back before Christmas.”

That night, Dene prepared a dinner of chicken cacciatore and salad. It was to be the last meal ever served on the Bluebelle.

(Just for reference, because I’m a foodie too, cacciatore is an Italian dish that’s prepared with braised chicken or rabbit and a sauce made of tomatoes, onions, bell peppers and herbs. It looks heckin’ good on Google images. 😂)

‘Kay anyway.

This isn’t about Arthur. This is about Terry Jo.

Around 9 pm that Sunday night, Terry Jo headed down the the sleeping quarters. Normally her little sister René would sleep with her, but this particular night, René went upstairs to sleep with her parents and brother in the cockpit.

In the middle of the night, Terry Jo was abruptly awoken by her brother, Brian. He was yelling, “Help, Daddy! Help!” (Completely horrifying.) She heard footsteps and someone running around, then silence. She laid in her bed, shivering, terrified, and disoriented for about five minutes.

When she finally crept out of the cabin, she saw her mother and brother lying in a pool of blood and she instantly knew they were dead.

Just a uh, a friendly reminder. She’s 11.

She slowly climbed the stairs and saw more blood and what she thought might have been a knife.

Suddenly Captain Harvey lunged at her and shoved her down.

“Get back down there!”

She quietly went back to her quarters. Once she reached her bunker, however, she realized the ship was sinking. Her room smelled of oily water and she was sloshing when she walked. Once she realized the ship was sinking she was too afraid to move.

Suddenly she saw the captain’s dark form silhouetted in the cabin’s doorway. He had something in his hands, possibly her brother’s rifle, and stood looking down at her.

Then

He turned around and went back to the upper level of the ship.

Thinking fast, she climbed to the top of the stairs again. She noticed the ship’s dinghy and a cork life raft floating in the main cabin.

She called out to Harvey. “Is the ship sinking?”

“Yes!” he yelled back. “Hold this.”

He handed her the line to the dinghy but she was so shocked by what she just witnessed, (and who wouldn’t be?), the line slipped right through her fingers. As the dinghy floated away, Harvey jumped in after it and disappeared into the night, leaving a, (AND I AM REITERATING HERE), an ELEVEN. YEAR. OLD. CHILD. On a sinking ship where he had just murdered her entire family and his wife. (Yes, his wife. We will get into that. Did I mention they had only been married for a few months?)

This smart girl, dude. She’s so smart. She remembered the cork life raft and quickly ran to the main cabin to retrieve it. It was barely above water when she reached it. She scrambled for a bit to untie it and just as the float came free, the boat deck sank beneath her feet into the ocean. Half crawling, half swimming, she pushed the float into the open water.

But right as she was getting used to floating on this cork float, one of the lines got caught on Bluebelle and she began sinking with the ship.

SOMEHOW it came loose and she was floating all alone, in the dark, in the middle of the ocean. She huddled low though. She was so afraid that Captain Harvey was waiting for her and was going to kill her next.

She had no water, no food, and, in her thin white blouse and pink pants, nothing to protect her from the cold night.

She could hear the wind but couldn’t see anything. The waves kept hitting her like a ton of bricks and the salt was stinging her eyes and lips.

SHE WAS ELEVEN.

Okay. Got it? Get it got it got it good?

Okaaaaay

The next morning, Monday, she went from freezing cold to being scorched by the 85° weather. Her float was beginning to disintegrate and her legs were being bitten by parrot fish. Her tongue was becoming drier and drier.

On Tuesday, a red plane flew by and she waved her blouse for what seemed like an eternity hoping they would notice, but they didn’t. At one point it dove in her direction and she could reach the print on the underside of the plane, but it was at an angle and the pilots couldn’t see her. 🥺

Okay so this is the part of the story where I cry. And if you don’t cry, you’re heartless.

This also seems unbelievable, but my heart of hearts tells me to trust it.

That afternoon, about 30 yards away, Terry Jo noticed these figures in the water.

What were they?

People coming to rescue her? No.

Sharks? No

Octopi? No.

Dolphins? Y E S

FRIGGIN

🐬DOLPHINS🐬

They swam closer to her and stayed by her side for hours.

I just die, that’s so cute. 😭😭😭

Anywayyyy, so Tuesday came and went. I believe we are up to 36 hours at sea now? I’m bad at math but it sounds good to me.

Wednesday came and the sun was burning bright on her tight, sunburned skin. Her eyes were also dry from the salt and the heat. Her lips were dry and swollen, probably from being dehydrated. At this point her float had all but disintegrated and she had to balance herself to stay afloat. She also began hallucinating this point. She saw a tiny little island with one single palm tree and frantically swan towards it. But it disappeared.

She fell unconscious.

When the sun rose on Thursday, she did not feel its burning rays. She was in a deep sleep close to the threshold of death.

On the fourth day of this eleven year old little girl being lost at sea, she suddenly woke up to see a huge shadow being cast over her. When she looked up, she saw arms flailing and she could faintly hear screaming.

And at last, she felt herself being suspended into the air and rescued.

Wow anyone else feel like a huge weight has been lifted off their shoulders?

I’m going to copy and paste this next section from https://www.rd.com/true-stories/survival/orphaned-on-the-ocean-the-unbelievable-story-of-terry-jo-duperrault/ because they describe this better than I could.

(It’s late fam. Leave me alone.)

“When Julian Harvey was hired as skipper of the Bluebelle, not a lot was known about his earlier life. The 44-year-old was a retired Air Force lieutenant colonel married to Mary Dene Jordan, an aspiring writer and a former TWA flight attendant.

The day after the Bluebelle went down, the lookout on a Puerto Rico–bound oil tanker spotted a small wooden dinghy floating in the middle of the broad and deep Northwest Providence Channel. When the captain pulled the tanker closer, a man in the dinghy yelled, “My name is Julian Harvey. I am master of the Bluebelle.”

In the days that followed, Harvey told the Coast Guard in Miami that he was the sole survivor of a grave accident. In the middle of the previous night, he reported, a sudden squall damaged the sailboat. His wife, Dene, and the Duperraults were injured when the masts and rigging collapsed. Gas lines in the engine room ruptured, and the ship caught fire as it slowly sank. Harvey said he had managed to launch the dinghy and raft and dive overboard, but tangled rigging trapped everyone else on board.

A few days later, installed at the Sandman Hotel, Harvey heard that Terry Jo had survived. The next day, a maid at the hotel saw blood on the sheets in Harvey’s room. When she couldn’t open the bathroom door, her manager called the police. They forced the door open and found Harvey’s bloody, lifeless body on the floor, a suicide.”

Coward.

After Terry Jo was rescued, she was air lifted to the Miami hospital. After a week of recovery, she was questioned by police and she told them of her interactions with Harvey and how she saw her brother and mother lying dead in their own blood.

Her father, mother, brother, and younger sister, along with Dene Harvey, had been slaughtered aboard the Bluebelle, at the hands of Julian Harvey. The police suspect that Harvey killed his wife to collect money from her life insurance, and one theory suggests that Arthur caught Harvey in the act, prompting the other murders. No survivors to rat him out, butttttt.

Why leave Terry Jo, though?

It almost seems like a game of cat and mouse to me. He could have easily killed her and gotten away with this, (it was 1961 ya know). But he didn’t. He even tried to get her to help them escape the sinking ship.

Miraculously, Terry Jo did not have any permanent damage to her body and made a full recovery after 11 days. (Coincidence?)

When she was 12, she changed her name to Tere and moved in with her aunt and three cousins.

And wanna know something crazy? She JUST came forward about all of this in 2010. She wrote a book called Alone: Orphaned on the Sea, which I will eventually be buying.

She also had an interview with Oprah.

She seems to be living a normal life and moving on the best she can. I’ll post a picture of her today.

And that is the insanely true and utterly unbelievable story of Terry Jo Duperrault.

Pictured below her Terry Jo in the raft that the rescuers took and her in the hospital. Also a more recent picture of her.

Thank you for reading. ❤️