#larythe

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Round Two, Pair Twelve

[bifrostiron]

hannah: *takes a deep breath*

hannah: i ju-

anyone who has spent five seconds on plurk ever: yes, you just don't think their story is over, we know, you love them so much, they're the light of your life, you don't think their story is over, you just don't think their story is over, we KNOW, you don't think their story is over you fucking don't think their story is over ok we know, we get it, YOU DON'T THINK THEIR STORY IS OVER. WE GET IT.

[burningdowndarkblue]

A Tale of Two Tickets. 

“You’re here.” 
“Happy Birthday, Logan. I got you something.”  “You’re supposed to be in Japan.”
 “I’m right where I want to be.”  “Thank you, Jules. This is, wow. Perfect present.”
 “I know you can use a new laptop to edit your music and things.” 
“Yeah, I…that, too.” ♾ “You’re here.” 
“Happy Birthday, Julian. I got you something.” “You’re supposed to be in France.” “I’m right where I want to be.” “Thank you, Seb. This is, wow. Perfect present.” “I know you probably miss real macarons. These are your favorites.” 
“Yeah, I…that, too.” 

source.

[becausenoothernameisavailable]

Un nouveau départ

A/n :  Dalton Big Bang 2020. Prompt: College AU

He was lost. He was totally and completely lost. Julian turned the school map around trying to find the direction he had come from but all the corridors looked the same. Study in Paris, they said, it would be good. All the beautiful men, culture and art and now he couldn’t find his way to the first class of the semester.

The bell rang signalling the beginning of the class and he looked around in alarm. He needed to find some to help him and noticed someone, a student may be, pass by him.

“Excuse me.” He called out, walking towards the guy and then realized that he needed to speak in French. “Could you point me towards the Art History class.” he stuttered in French, hoping he had his pronunciations correct. Luckily the course was only for four months and in English and then he was back home.

The guy, man, student, Julian was not sure, turned around and smiled at him “American.”

“French?” Julian greeted “I need to get to class. Art History by Dr. Smythe.”

“Oh, no I am American as well.” The guy replied smiling brightly, looking at him as Julian walked towards him “And you could call Dr. Smythe as Sebastian you know. Instead of Dr. Smythe. He prefers Sebastian.”

“Okay, then.” Julian huffed at the guy, who now came to stand next to him. He was fairly tall, had brown hair and brown eyes, “So, Art History?’

“Right this way.” The guy directed and ducked into the nearest archway which turned out to be the classroom he was looking for.

Julian stared at the man, boy’s retreating back, he still wasn’t sure, in amazement.  He would have definitely missed classroom if he had not stopped for directions and this way he found another American and a cute one! his head supplied and he smiled. Perhaps there was hope.

He entered in and slowly made his way to the top noticing that the Professor – Sebastian, no Dr. Smythe his head corrected, go with Dr. Smythe till you’re sure that you can address him as Sebastian, had just come in as well and was setting up the classroom; dry erasing the board, with his back towards the class.

“Thank god.” he whispered silently, realizing that he was not late and settled down and began removing his books and pen looking around to find where his saviour was seated when the teacher turned around.

“Fuck.” Julian whispered when he realized who his professor was. It was his saviour – Dr. Smythe was his saviour. Sebastian – his head corrected, he clearly gave you permission to call him Sebastian. “He was flirting!” he whispered loudly and the students next to him immediately turned to look at him. He ducked embarrassed and looked around to find Dr. Smythe – Sebastian, grinning at him, smirking even when he realized Julian was looking at him.

Fuck Indeed.

*

“Dr. Smythe.” Julian approached the front of the classroom carefully once all the students had departed. He didn’t know what he was doing but he wanted to assure his Professor that he wouldn’t be late the next time and also to check whether there was any actual flirting involved unless he made the whole thing up in his head.

Dr Smythe’s non-nonsense attitude throughout the lecture being smart, well versed, knowledgeable, commanding the class and keeping hold of their attention impressed him thoroughly and he did want to continue to attend class.

“I am sorry about today.” He took a deep breath and looked at his professor in the eye. "I assure you I am not usually this tardy. I just got –“

“Lost.”Dr. Smythe – Sebastian completed his sentence and Julian nodded

“Don’t worry.” Dr. Smythe – Sebastian smiled, shouldering his bag “It happens to the best of us. Shall we” he gestured towards the door. “We don’t want you to get lost again.”

He ushered Julian out the door, a hand gently resting on the small of Julian’s back “also, call me Sebastian.” and smiled widely at Julian who was sure he was getting heart failure. “And yes this is me asking you out if you’re interested.” and Julian blinked and nodded in delight

*

“So how did how you happen to be teaching at the Sorbonne.” Julian asked, Yes good, his brain supplied, it's about time you snapped out from being a sappy teenager, get yourself together. Sebastian smiled at him and nudged his shoulder, their arms not quite touching but together as they walked down the long corridor.

“I came here to study and fell in love with Paris.” Sebastian looked around the place and Julian watched his every movement, “I mean, what’s not to love.” His eyes finally settled on Julian’s and Julian smiled softly his hands gently grazing Sebastian’s “I guess one can find pretty things when they’re least expecting, sometimes in even in their own backyard”

“Or class.” Julian muttered and Sebastian laughed and pecked him on the cheek. “So, Mignon, how about tonight, then you can tell me how you ended up in my class”

[gleedyke]

Larythe Great Comet AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23537722/chapters/56456485 I posted this literally everywhere, why not here too.

[daltonficbigbang]

Day 45 - Larythe

[jaimelannisterdeservedbetter]

Does anyone rp jogan anymore? 😭😭😭

[koravellium]

@larythe it you

[koravellium]

BNHA characters as dumb cafe work stories

This was originally just going to be Bakusquad shenanigans, but some of the interactions fit other characters better imo.

Anyway, all of these are interactions I’ve either had or witnessed at my cafe job.

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Bakugou: Who the fuck orders a well-done steak? Who ruins a perfectly good piece of meat like that? Do you know how hard they are to cook right? You slap it on the grill, fuck off out back for a smoke, then come back in 5 minutes when it’s burned to shit.

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Sero: *subtly filming on his phone* Hey, Kaminari, can you take the rubbish out?

Kaminari: *reaches for the trash bag*

Mina: *jumps out of the bag* Boo!!

Kaminari: *screams like a little girl*

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Kirishima: (teaching someone how to refill the deep fryer) So you hold the bag of oil like this, kinda like you’re roughing someone up in an alleyway. Then you grab a knife and stab ‘em with it, like you’re gutting them.

*slices knife across the bag, watches the oil gush out*

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Shinsou: *pours two large cans of different flavoured energy drinks into a cup of ice*

Sero: He’s gonna kill himself one of these days. He’s already had one of those today, and three coffees.

Deku: He’s built up a tolerance, it’d take more than that to kill him. The lethal dose of caffeine is around 150mg per kilogram of bodyweight, so.... *continues muttering to himself*

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*the last customers of the night leave, and the door is locked behind them*

Kirishima: *races to the stereo and puts on ACDC at full volume*

Kirishima: YYEEEEAAAAAHHHH *power slides across the kitchen*

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Bakugou: Hey Kirishima, drop a banana in the kitchen before you go? Or throw it at someone you don’t like. As long as I can find it.

Kirishima: Sure. I like the kitchen staff, so the banana is probably safe.

Bakugou: If you throw it at any FoH, just let me know where it lands.

Kirishima: Too much effort, my aim is terrible.

Bakugou: Banana is nature’s boomerang.

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Shinsou: So I was working a split shift one time, and I had 3 hours to go home, shower, eat, sleep, then get back to work. I figured I’d save time by skipping the shower and eating while I was on the toilet, so I had more time to sleep.

Shinsou: So I’m sitting on the toilet, eating a cheeseburger, and I fell asleep. The sound of the burger hitting the floor woke me up.

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Nedzu, to Aizawa: You think you have it bad? You have to work with dumbasses. I have to pay them.

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(@larythe this is the post, if you had anything you wanted to add)

[jlarson]

In Which Derek Loses His Cool - A Drabble (with D, Lo, and Seb)

Warning: Swear words, not Sebastian/Larythe friendly. I’m sorry.

Logan doesn’t exactly know how it happened. Derek was fast.

He and Derek had been on their way to the students’ parking area. They were going to take Derek’s car to head over to the airport to pick up Julian. The two had made it as far as the entrance to Stuart House when Sebastian had decided to stop them.

“You don’t have to pick him up, you know.” The relatively new Stuart sneered at them. “I can do it myself.”

Logan’s blood boiled at the mere sight of the meerkat-faced boy. “Really, Smythe? Because if I remember correctly, the last time you went to the airport for Jules, you were too late.”

“At least I didn’t make him wait three years.”

Before Logan could even think about retaliating, Derek had Sebastian pinned to the ground.

“D!” Logan said, surprised.

Derek ignored him, he glared down at the thrashing Stuart under him. “I’ve had enough of your shit, you bastard. Logan and Julian have been through enough crap already, they don’t need more coming from you.” He growled, tightening his hold on the other boy’s shirt.

“Get off me.” Sebastian said, trying to pry Derek’s fingers off of his shirt collar.

Logan placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “Let him go, Derek.” Logan said. He would’ve loved to let Derek beat the guy up, but he knew Julian still saw him as a friend. Honestly, that was probably the only reason why he hadn’t fucked up Sebastian’s shit himself, he’d been horrible to Lo all school year. And he was still the damned Stuart prefect.

Derek looked up at him in disbelief. Logan just shook his head. Derek gave Sebastian one last withering look before releasing him. He walked away without a backwards glance.

The blond glared at Sebastian, who had stood up and was currently brushing off the dirt from his pants.

“In case you’re forgetting, Sebastian, I am Julian’s boyfriend, and I do love him, and he does love me. So until any of that changes — and I plan to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t — trying to get in between us is pointless.”

With that, he walked away.

[thedaltonshipment]

Nobody asked for this, and yet we're doing it anyway!

Literally every space in this hellsite has one, so why don't we have one as well?

The first round of polls will be uploaded starting on the 13th anniversary (Christ Almighty) of Hell Night and throughout the week, so February 27th-March 4th. In the meantime, I'm accepting ship propaganda (art) for every ship you could think of.

Let the games begin!

(Main blog is @fluidityandgiggles)

Links to the polls below the cut

Round One

Smytton vs Lobastian

Rilian vs Jogan

Sperril vs Dwodd

Lawrythe vs Lucy/Mika

Ericca vs Logkin

Harlie vs OT3Fect

Blogan vs Jameron

Kethan vs Ladie

Trin/Ford vs Drewtoru

Jadam vs Klaine

Sebrek vs Likey

Derian vs Orgyverse

Chustin vs Julioz

Larythe (Jujubash) vs Dwarlie

Todd/Sadie vs Kes

Juliark vs Alex/Allie

Austin/Clay vs Sinny/Raven

Durt vs Dwulian

Micrane vs Honey

Rane vs Dasey

Klogan vs Lake

Sebasthan vs Dwane

Stuart Trio vs Wesanny

Ford/Troy vs Johnny/Troy

Jojobash vs Dannika

Kurtbastian vs Speed

Reg/Cam vs George/Ryan

Jace vs Locah

Mine vs OT4Fect

Blude vs Datherine

Wilcroft vs Wevid

Tweedlecest vs Datherwes

[bifrostiron]

It’s Ham’s birthday!

I decided to celebrate by having some of her favorite beverage (Bang) and staying up all night writing fic in a caffeine-induced frenzy. It didn’t go as well as I expected, but I did get some good fic out of it.

Welcome to Ham’s Big Birthday BANG 2021!

Day 1: A Day at the Museum An AU where the Dalton boys work in a Natural History museum, because sometimes you have to cope with your shitty retail job through some good old fashioned escapism. (Gen, rated T)

Day 2: Game Night A birthday-themed side story from my nonspeaking!Logan college AU, in which Julian plans a very unconventional birthday party. (Jogan, rated T)

Day 3: the night I held you A moment during that night in Paris, when they probably should have talked things over but definitely did not. (Larythe, rated M)

Day 4: I’ll Show You The Ropes Kurt and Logan’s first time, in which Kurt is more dominant than Logan expected and he’s actually sort of into it. (Klogan, rated E)

Day 5: headfirst, fearless A sequel/continuation for Magic in the Hamptons, in which Derek decides he’s ready to come out (though it isn’t quite as easy as it sounded). (Stuart Trio/Lerek, rated M)

[burningdowndarkblue]

if we go down then we go down together.

[becausenoothernameisavailable]

Art Heist AU!

Pairing: Julian Larson and Sebastian Smythe.

 Missing Theodore Chasseriau found.  NYPD has successively retrieved the missing $ 2 Million master piece. Read more on page 6 on how Agent Sebastian Smythe from the Art Crimes dept. successively solved the case.

Sebastian sighed and changed tabs on the computer. The news of the retrieved painting was still making rounds and he was fed up of the publicity. He just wanted to work in peace and his colleagues were not helping, when there was a knock on the door, again.

“This amounts to harassment, you know. Stop with the jokes and the autographs. It’s not funny.”

“Well, usually I am the one who normally signs out autographs, but you’re cute, so I think I can make an exception.”

He looked up from the screen to find a man leaning against the door, arms crossed, and eyes clearly on him.

“Hi, I would like to report a stolen Monet. I am Julian, Julian Larson, the actor” He walked up to him and pulled a chair out and sat down. ”They told me to come here, that you’re the best at what you do.” he smiled, eyes not leaving Sebastian’s face “Would you like to get coffee? We can discuss about the stolen painting.”

“I... uh... we” Sebastian stammered, clearly thrown off and not expecting a gorgeous actor to suddenly walk into his office. “I don’t even know you. I mean-” he swallowed as the man continued to look at him and smile, dare say even checking him out.

“This is not protocol. You need to -“he opened up a drawer and handed him a form. ”Mr. Larson, you need to fill this out. Your name, your address, the details of the incident, when did you realize it was missing, the security measures in place.”

“It’s all in here.” Julian smiled, handing him the same form, already previously filled. “I spoke to your supervisor earlier. I want you on my case.” Julian shrugged, “You know, being that you’re cute and smart. So coffee? “He asked charmingly “At my place. You can check out the crime scene.”

“Mr. Larson –“Sebastian tried

“Please, call me Julian. I insist.”

“Julian, I just can’t leave my desk, it’s been less than 24 hours. I need to get my team ready. I need a sign off confirmation to start the case.”

“You don’t want me.” There was a small frown on Julian’s –Mr. Larson’s face. “I mean, you won’t me help me.”

Sebastian felt sad for a moment. “It’s just protocol. I’ll see what I can do to hasten the process”

“Thank you.” Julian stood up and stretched out his hand. ”I‘ll be waiting for you.” And with a slight caress to Sebastian’s hand, he smiled and left.

*

“Agent Smythe. Come in”

Sebastian nodded and removed off his sunglasses. ”Would you like a coffee.” Julian smiled and ushered him in. Sebastian looked around the magnificent white drawing room, noting the various sculptures and artwork lining the walls.

“Your collection is amazing.” He said as he looked around the beautiful, tastefully decorated room.

“What can I say.” Julian said, clearly checking him out, with a smile on his face. “I like pretty things.”

“Mr. Larson, We’ve come to check the scene of the crime” Sebastian said gesturing to team behind. “Could you show us the way?”

“Julian, please.” Julian smiled at him, eyes back up on Sebastian’s face “This way.”

*

“Mr. Larson, we’ve dusted in the area and found a finger print, we’ll be checking the same out shortly.” Sebastian looked up from the notebook, he had been writing in.  “We’ve also noticed the wire has been cut and hence no alarm rang when the painting was lifted.”  He gestured at the mangled alarm system that looked like it had been hit by a bat and then cut with a sharp knife “We’ve also noticed that there is no proper security system in place. “

“This is my home, Agent Smythe, I am not an art collector. I just like to fill it with things I like.” Julian looked around the room, eyes finally reaching Sebastian’s”-but there is still something missing.”

“Where were you yesterday night, the last timestamp was for 11 pm.” Sebastian asked, turning the page of the notebook.

“I was here only; got done filming, came home, washed up, dinner and then bed. The life of an actor is not all glamorous you see.”

“Was any one with you? Were you alone?” Sebastian asked jotting down the details.

“Why, are you offering?” Julian asked softly “No, it’s just me. Been unattached for some time.” Sebastian remembered the torrid affair that was the break up of the actor and some senator’s son.

“Well then Mr. Larson.” Sebastian stood and put away the notebook. “We’ll be in touch.”

“Please do, I look forward to it.” and Julian smiled and placed his hand on Sebastian’s back to guide him towards the door.

*

“Agent Smythe” Sebastian looked up from where he was nursing his drink “Fancy meeting you here.“ Julian smiled and set his drink down in front of him taking a seat opposite him.

“Julian.” Sebastian breathed. The memory of the actor had not left his mind in the three weeks he last saw him. Barring the few emails and phone calls they had shared about the missing painting and the lack of progress, brief description of their day from Julian’s end and Sebastian’s quiet comments on the same, there had been no further contact between them.

Sebastian found himself missing Julian and his come-ons.

“I mean Mr. Larson. What are you doing here.” which was clearly a Cop’s bar, it being directly opposite the precinct.

Julian smiled brightly and Sebastian knew that he had heard him “I was in the neighborhood and stopped by for a drink” He took a sip of his drink and placed it down “And it’s Julian Agent Smythe.”

“In the neighborhood.” repeated Sebastian with a laugh and took a sip. Julian clearly lived in the opposite direction on the Upper West Side.

“Yeah and how are you doing? “ Julian smiled again and shook out his hair. “I’ve been wanting to reach out to you sooner but was wrapped up in filming. So how have you been?”

“I am sorry to say but there has been not further development on the case.” Sebastian said with a frown. “We checked the fingerprint, it’s not in the system. No leads from your security, it turned out to be a bust. No ransom or fencing of the painting.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes, Julian’s case was seriously confusing him.

“I asked about you, Agent Smythe.” Julian said softly. “Not about the case.”

“I’ve been better.” Sebastian sighed looking at Julian properly,”- and call me Sebastian.”

“Sebastian” Julian smiled and gestured to his glass, “Can I get you another drink.”

*

Some months later Sebastian found Julian back again in his office. After the meeting in the bar they had been in contact again but it was slowly dying out when there was nothing new to add from Sebastian’s end and Julian mostly talking about himself with the few bits Sebastian volunteered about his day and life in general.

He found himself wishing he had the courage to ask Julian out and turn those meetings into something more and not let it die out which was clearly what was happening. He missed Julian’s smile, not public one when he was coming onto him, but the softer private that came out once in Julian’s home and then whenever they got the chance to meet.

Julian was smart and funny and had a quick mind and he wanted to get to know him a little bit more but protocol once again stopped him as he couldn’t be involved with a victim.

“Agent Smythe.” Sebastian looked up from the new case of a forgery to find Julian at his door way, He was smiling his public smile but then it changed into a softer, gentler smile when Sebastian greeted him.

“Julian. Hi, how have you been.” and Julian smiled even brighter and Sebastian blushed slightly and corrected himself. “Mr. Larson, how can I help you?”

“My Goya is missing.” and Sebastian found himself shutting off his computer and escorting Julian back to his place.

*

“I see that you took my advice.” Sebastian noted as he took in the new security measures, noticing the discreetly placed cameras and advanced touch pad security system.

“Yes, my agent said that it would be good for me. The attack on the actress last week.” Julian added when he found Sebastian looking at him.

“Actress?” Sebastian asked, vaguely recalling the incident. Cases like that went to the Special Crimes Unit, so he was not familiar with the same. “No, I meant for the art work.”

“Hmm that too.” Julian said looking at Sebastian.

“Well at least you’re safe. The same can’t be said for the Goya.” and Julian smiled brightly at him. “Can you show me the place?”

*

Sebastian leaned against the chair. Julian’s case was confusing him and he was increasingly worried about his safety with the second robbery; any fluke of an incident could easily turn the robbery into a homicide.

He studied the two reports, there was the same fingerprint so it meant that it was the same suspect, but the fingerprint was not on the database and the only common denominator was Julian himself unless…

He stopped and the pull the original case file where Julian made the initial report and recorded his details. “Fingerprints.” Breathed out Sebastian, “He wouldn’t.”

He called the lab. “I need a match on these fingerprints samples immediately”

*

“Thank you for coming.” Julian said later that day when Sebastian knocked on his door.” I was hoping you would visit.”

“Is this a joke to you?” Sebastian asked softly “Am I joke to you?”

“What?” Julian asked completely surprised. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s a match, your fingerprints match the ones I found. There wasn’t a robbery. If I search the house will I find the missing paintings?” He pushed his hair back completely frustrated, he had been played and he was just starting to have feelings for him.

“I checked your financials, there have been no unusual withdrawals or deposits to your bank account. So that means you didn’t pay any one, nor did you fence the painting.” He told a clearly stunned Julian.

“You’re lucky that I actually like you, I haven’t reported this yet.”

“You like me.” Julian breathed out and smiled. He reached out to touch Sebastian who jerked immediately

“Don’t”

“Was this all a joke to you? To waste my time, my department’s time, the resources.”

“I. No.” stammered Julian “I saw the article and wanted to get to know you. You are smart and funny and beautiful and caring.” He sat down heavily on the sofa “I am an idiot.”

He looked up to find Sebastian still looking at him. “I wanted to get to know you. I didn’t know how and then I realized that I was falling in too deep but you didn’t seem to reciprocate so hence….” He trailed off and gestured around the room.

“I couldn’t reciprocate because it was protocol. We are not actually allowed to socialize with the victims. Though this is a felony now.”

“Felony” Julian blanched white “I didn’t mean. I didn’t know. I just wanted to know you.”

“Then you should have approached me the normal way.” Sebastian said sadly and walked away.

“Sebastian, please!” Julian cried out but the answering noise of the door being closed was all that he got.

*

“Congrats on closing the Larson case.” His supervisor told him three days later. ”I got a call from Mr. Larson commending your brilliant work! Keep it up”

Julian called him daily, sent him emails constantly; apologizing and explaining. May be he had handled it badly but he couldn’t believe what had happened, that Julian took all those measures to get to know him.

He needed a drink.

He clocked off work early hoping that his boss wouldn’t hold it against him considering he supposedly closed a high profile case and opened the door to the bar only to find Julian waiting for him at the counter.

“Please.” He said holding his hand out pleadingly, sadly. “Let me just say this and then if you want, I will leave and will never disturb you again.”

Sebastian gestured him to a booth and Julian smiled sadly and followed him.

“My name is Julian Larson.” He started “I am an actor. I always got what I wanted. Some would say that I am spoilt but I work very hard to get the things that I want. I like pretty things but they’re not always good for me or I am not good for them.”

He took a deep breath “People take advantage of that and I have been hurt countless of times and then I pick up, dust myself up and then move on to find the next pretty thing.”

He looked carefully into Sebastian’s eye. “And then I found you and you turned out to be the prettiest of them all. So I took and took and you were intriguing, smart, and funny. You didn’t want anything from me, I could be me. I wanted more.”

“I do want more but I didn’t how. I didn’t know that you couldn’t. So I did the things I did, to get you to talk to me. To have you in my life. “

“But I know that I hurt you.” He swallowed and looked down at the table.” I won’t do it again. I’ll leave you alone.”

“You couldn’t approach me any other way, you fool.” Sebastian laughed and leaned to kiss Julian on the lips.

“I didn’t know how.” Julian said cautiously

“I am Sebastian Smythe, from the Art Crimes division at NYPD and you’re Julian Larson, the actor. Tell me more about yourself.” And Julian smiled and began to speak.

[gleedyke]

Day 24 - Jogan: Jealousy

@daltonficbigbang uwu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15804513

[daltonficbigbang]

Week 7 Prompts

1. Jogan Day

To celebrate all things Julian Larson and Logan Wright.

2. Rane Day

To celebrate all things Reed van Kamp and Shane Sotto Anderson.

3. Larythe Day

To celebrate all things Julian Larson and Sebastian Smythe.

4. Mine Day

To celebrate all things Shane Anderson and Micah Randall.

5. Datherine Day

To celebrate all things David Sullivan and Katherine Rivers.

6. Sperril Day

To celebrate all things Spencer Willis and Merril Portman.

7. NSFW Day 7

Every Sunday is the day of NSFW. This does NOT have to relate to any of the prompts of the previous week, it’s just a free-for-all NSFW day. Go buck wild!