#maroon jacket my beloved

[batbaffle]

this has always been my favorite peter outfit

[hexedwinchester]

Of course i have added the pictures below in case you aren't sure which one i am referring to!

Brown Carhartt Jacket (the one and only)

Purple Dog Shirt (you know it was iconic!)

Maroon Polo shirt (what do you mean you don't know!?)

Rusty Bacon shirt (he rocks it!)

The 'When the Levee Breaks' blue plaid (aka Torture shirt)

Egyptian blue-gold plaid shirt (Tumblr taught me about this)

Lucifer!Sam's all white suit (Sam exclusive only)

Sam's grey sweater (yes, the dirty one!)

Camouflage Jacket (my beloved after Carhartt one)

The grey hoodie (from the pilot and finale)

[lover-of-mine]

Hi! i was reading this lovely post of yours, and i got stuck on you mentioning that buck's neutral color is grey. because when i made my cheers post i thought "aw they're wearing the same colors in both scenes. except their saturation(?) are reversed? idk what that means but it's nice to look at :D". (it made me feel like watching gifsets of madney's pregnancy reveal scenes and realizing they're wearing the exact same colors :D) but after reading your post i went back to look at mine and i'm realizing i actually can't tell if buck is wearing dark grey or dark brown??? but both colors work with the scene, and so does the ambiguity. it's the end of this brown era for buck. it's the start of a "coming back (coming home👀) to his colors" era.

Also, seeing eddie go from maroon to pink is really interesting. i don't remember what are your thoughts/analysis of eddie and maroon but i know you've mentioned it before.

Maybe the next Buddie Couch scene, they'll be wearing black and white? i wouldn't know how to interpret that xD but it would make a really nice gifset

Hello love, I did write a meta on Eddie and the maroon, it goes with my Buck and green post (tho my conclusion there might be off because something I forgot to consider when adding the pink from the bachelor party is that that is a costume, so different rules), but I'm pretty sure Buck's jacket is supposed to be black. I think they are in a weird mirror of the bachelor party tbh. But they are also in a switch of saturation from recovery.

Buck is inverted, he is in a black jacket and dark green shirt, contrasting the white and mint, and Eddie has the pink shirt with the raised collar in contrast to the way he lost his shirt the last time, he lost the rest this time. The pink actually pays into the sense of naivety, they were using that a lot in s7 in that sense, and it's interesting considering maroon can be used to demonstrate wisdom, so the contrast of Eddie allowing himself to let go in the "naive" color and Buck searching for advice while Eddie is in the wisdom color is fun when you consider the visual parallels between recovery and confessions. They're both starting over in a sense. I do think that Buck is finally going to allow himself to find color again, and the use of green as Buck's something wrong color will always be fascinating because it is a color associated with growth and new beginnings, so even if he's being misguided, he is allowing himself the opportunity to reach for more, that paired with the brown, that has the whole stability and warmth connotations paired with the isolation and loneliness connotations, means Buck is in a very interesting spot to go back to his bright blues and reds.

I don't know about the black and white specifically, but I am maybe 75% sure that Edddie will play in lighter colors while searching for his true color (Eddie's yellow here we go) while Buck goes back to the darker colors while trying to go back to his blue. Honestly, I would expect Eddie in pastel colors while Buck is moving around darker ones, most likely going back to grey tones, leaving the brown that's been heavily associated with Tommy behind, and navy blue.

(Madney blue and red of parenting my beloved)

[90sbee]

Pull the rope, choke me with your love.

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader 6k words (yeah, sorry not sorry). Also on a03

It feels like coming back to the surface, you think. Leon breathes loudly, panting. He kisses each boob once more, tenderly, resembling a “goodbye”. You look at his motions with half-lidded eyes, and you’re unable to move your gaze away when he detaches from your body, his hand re-emerging from your cunt with traces of your dried blood on his skin. You gasp but Leon barely notices it, rubbing the maroon strokes against his tactical pants swiftly, without any complaint, as if simply getting rid of paint after handling a canvas.

Both of you choose to delay the mission. Maybe it is because there is a confession that you can’t delay anymore.

I guess this is what happens when you get horny in your period. @navstuffs saw it first. @emilzke, you'd say you'd read something like this so, in case you feel like it! (No pressure tho,  mean it!!) Content: Smut. Period sex. Everybody is a switch. (Sub!Leon my beloved). Sex with feelings bc the mutual pining is strong. There is some plot but like, it's mostly smut, ngl. No use of y/n, tons of pet names. Stupid banter, age difference. DI!Leon specifically since I don't think any other version works? Hints of size kink, as usual. Coming in pants. Dry humping (sorry not sorry there is no actual penetration in here. They do have a good time tho. Multiple good times). Warnings: +18 ONLY. Have I already mentioned blood? Yeah, it's not that bloody tho, I promise. Hair pulling, crying during sex (i promise Leon was enjoying it, tho, no dorks were hurt in the writing of this fic), mentions of choking but no actual choking in here. Biting, scratching? I'm not a native English speaker so, apologies for any mistakes.

Being around Leon always felt like pulling a rope, the material tense, and tense, until letting go of the rope would cause you two to be hurt.

Oh, but what a delightful way to go that would be.

Missions with him would be easy. Well, as easy as putting your life on the line can be. His presence was always a blessing, a protective wall of a man always up to keep you safe. And he did it, numerous times he received cuts, and got bruises on his skin, and once even let his bicep —that one that he would always touch obsessively since then— kiss a bullet, everything to keep you safe.

Even out of missions, Leon was there. He would remain close, check on you. “Gotta make sure my partner is alright,” he’d say, and the way he’d accentuate his words would get you dizzy at times.

The rope felt more like a red string now.

Caging you, his warm body on top of yours now, barely attempting to remain prude.

“You’re gonna freeze to death,” he had said, closing the distance between you two. The whole mission today had been a fiasco, even if Leon had been eyeing you more intensely than other times, stepping closer, more protective than usual. It had actually been his idea to turn back when it became glaringly obvious that infiltrating into the building would take more hours than you had planned. Retracing steps, radioing for back-up that would take until the very next morning to show up with more ammo, and finishing with the directions to a nearby safe house, which was sadly devoid of anything helpful to endure a fall night like this. “Don’t worry, they say body heat is actually the best heater,” he’d teased you, as you buttoned up your light jacket. But when he’d actually pushed you onto the ground and clumsily climbed on top of you, you knew he was serious. And though it wasn’t the first time you two had ended up so close, bodies tangling in each other, it was the first time he seemed so devoted to get that physical contact.

You let him have that. The night is not that chilly, the morning is not so far away. In the bleak, scarce space of the cabin, there aren’t many options. Sure, you could spend the night talking yourselves awake, back to back. Or maybe one of you could rest their head on the other’s lap as the other keeps a lazy guard.

But you choose to be close. Fucking close, breathing in each others’ faces. You know by now that the rope is about to cut, that you’re going to end up crossing the limits, but for now, there is no stopping. In the secluded safe house, you let Leon breathe close to your ear, pretend you don’t realize what he may need. After all, you followed him way too compliant today, no ifs or buts about delaying the mission, resting your head against his shoulder as he radioed for the damned helicopter, letting your hand graze his on the way to the cabin.

Maybe neither of you want to wait anymore for the rope to break on its own.

“You okay?”

He sighs then. Brows furrowed as he nods, his expression serious.

“Yeah,” his voice is raspy, a lingering exhaustion dripping from his words. “Just wished we could have finished with this already…”

Your hands swiftly move to his back, fingers rubbing softly over the thin material of his jacket. Leon melts a little at that, breathing against your face. A soft growl escapes his throat when your hands move higher, pressing against the muscles of his shoulders.

At that, he does seem to feel a bit flustered, looking to the side, towards the rusty cabin door. You attempt to hide the chuckle that leaves your mouth.

“What’s so funny?” He snarks, his cheeks already pinker.

“You’re literally a whore, Kennedy.”

“Jeez,” he raises his eyebrows, finally looks back at you. “You’re being an absolute darling tonight, huh… ” he muses, a smirk crossing his face.

“It’s your fault. You’re the one that decided to get on top of me, unprompted.”

“… C’mon. You know we didn’t bring any camping equipment for this crap…  Just lemme take care of you.”

His explanation is, of course, true, but teasing him seems like a better pastime for this chilly night. “Well, still. I’m a lady with boundaries. Maybe I do not want a sweaty man on top of me.”

“Excuse me?” Leon licks his lips, his face leaning a little closer to yours now. “I’m not just a sweaty man, I’m your mission partner.”

“Yeah, my mission partner that decided to moan after I just massaged his back a little.”

“God, I did not moan,” he puffs out his cheeks, shaking his head.

“Well, maybe you should.”

A silence rings through the cabin as soon as you utter those words. Much to your surprise, but not regretting them. Leon stares at you, gaze unreadable as he tilts his head. You begin to feel a little nervous, your hands slowly abandoning his back.

Why would you even admit it that way? Too straightforward, too blunt. Yes, he is your mission partner, he’s got your back all these years but… What if it was just that? A good partner at work. Simply a kind man. The possibility of having confused his chivalry with affection makes you feel stupid.

You suddenly feel small under him, and you gulp, trying to squirm away from him.

“Wait, no. What did—what did you say?” He finally reacts, one of his hands cupping your cheek now.

“Nuthin’.”

“Didn’t sound like nuthin’ to me,” he presses.

Leon looks at you, and there is a new glimmer in his eyes. A certain hunger, encompassing his words and his presence. It invigorates you with a sort of bravery, and you nod, very slowly, your eyes not even leaving his. Your hands go back to their place, on his back, but this time under the jacket, under the grey t-shirt he is wearing. You observe his reaction, as a little prey seeing how much she can test the waters before death comes upon her.

His gaze moves away from your eyes, lower, until it reaches your lips. And then your hands ascend on the skin of his back, scratching slowly.

“F—fuck,” is the only thing he can manage out before his lips descend onto yours, kissing clumsily, biting the tender flesh with desperation.

The rope has fucking snapped now. You both know it. And it stings, but the burn is good, so fucking good, as his teeth bite harder, as if eager to make your lips bleed.

“Since… since when?” He demands, catching his breath.

“Don’t be fucking stupid. Since always,” you reply, kissing him once more, already missing the taste of his spit, the roughness of his mouth.

It’s as if oxygen was running out of the room, mind dizzy with him, his smell, his hands now attempting to reach under your t-shirt, but you move away, mouths parting for a moment. Leon stops, a question in his eyes. He knows you. He knows the way you react, can notice that he hasn’t overstepped anything, that your trembling figure is still comfortable under him.

“Just… you. Lemme… lemme touch you,” you try to explain, in a daze, hands now gripping his hips, and he groans against your ear. You take off his jacket, strong arms getting caressed while you do so. Leon breathes heavily as your fingers dance on his jaw, as your mouth licks his neck.

“Shit,” he lets out, every single pleasure point in his body reacting to your actions.

God, he has wanted you for so long. Trapped between his job and the impossibility to properly care for you, to have you in the way he actually desired you, he had promised himself to protect you. In and out of missions, a shadow always behind you. If he would have nothing else in his life, so be it. Just your presence would be enough. His heart is thumping, rattling loudly in his chest as the woman he’s adored for so long presses her affections on his skin.

He moans louder, hides his face against your shoulder. Lower, his cock twitches, rapidly filling up with desire.

“C’mon… Grind on me, Leon,” you murmur, words sweet as a spell.

God, if this was a dream he’d never want to wake up. And if he had somehow died, this was better than any Heaven he could have imagined.

“What are y—are you fucking serious?” He tries to inquire through heavy breaths, already losing his mind. It doesn’t even cross his mind if you would want to go further, if he could sink deep inside you, but rather, his brain is mush from just the idea of having you like this. Fuck it, your invitation sounds like a blessing to him.

“Please… You’re so good to me…” you add, needy.

He growls again, but in the way a wounded animal tries to scare its hunter away. He is fucking broken, deliriously split apart into a thousand pieces because of you. At your feet, drunk in your smell and your minx-like hands.

You move your pelvis, legs interlocking around his hips, the feel of your cargo pants against the hardness between his legs making you whine.

God damn. He is already hard anyway.

Leon obliges, as if enchanted by you, unable to refuse such a delicious proposal. Your hips move in tandem with his, and his hard cock aches in his pants, grinding slowly against your clothed cunt.

“Fuck,” he whines out, as your fingers then graze the skin on his back once more, deliriously making him lose his mind. “Gonna kill me, huh?”

You bite his jaw once more, wetness pooling between your legs with every moment. It is funny, how hours before the dark cabin seemed to be a cold refuge, yet now it seems to ooze warmth, sweaty bodies full of desire.

And though this Heaven seems way more than a man like him could bargain for in a hundred lives of sainthood, Leon breathes heavily, suddenly aware that this might be wrong. It might be, since you’re younger than him, and he has been your mission partner and you two work together and mission partners cannot be involved and—

“No, we—we shouldn’t…” he stills himself then, voice heavy.

You look up at him, gentle eyes blessing him from underneath his body.

God. You look so beautiful and his heart is gonna jump out of his chest and he wants to continue but you will surely agree, right? You’re too young, too soft of a creature for someone so broken like him and—

“Why?” you caress his back slowly, tilting your head.

The openness of the question throws him off his mind.

“Well, we… I mean… I…”

“We can stop if you need it,” you quickly add, nodding. You want him, yeah, but most importantly, you respect him. It is the least he has earned, after all his loyalty throughout the years.

He gulps, and shakes his head.

“No, I do want it… I just—” Leon huffs, licking his lips, still in disbelief.

“Leon… I want you. Been waiting for this… Been craving you,” you try to explain it in devotion terms, a language you’ve both shared for a while. He seems more relaxed at this, and hides his face on the crook of your neck, his breathing steadier as you stroke his back.

“I promise… Promise it’s not just about…” he begins, but you nod.

“… I know. I mean… I imagined so,” you admit, belly heating up not just from his weight on top of yours.

A confession.

He stays quiet for a moment, arms flexing as he changes his position, lets himself fall a little closer to you. It’s clear he won’t ask for it again, but god, you do want to give it to him. Boner already needy, body too vulnerable to be left like this.

Once more, you do it for him. Move your hips gently, chasing the pressure he provides against your cunt. Leon then moans, kissing your neck.

“I… I can?” he asks, tentatively.

“Yes, please.”

He won’t ask more, no need to ask twice. Though his brain may be hazy and overwhelmed by your perfume, he knows nothing could compel him to stop this, not now that he knows you want him.

Your hands return to his back, scratching the skin harshly, noticing how his breath hitches.

“Oh, god,” he coos, closing his eyes. His pelvis dancing harder against yours, movements faster.

Leon finds your mouth once again, trying to kiss his shame away since he already feels so close. In between the fact that he hadn’t had sex in a long while and the fact that, heck, it’s you… He is trying his hardest to stretch the moment, to not ruin it already…

But you do notice it, of course. When you pull apart one of your hands goes to his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“Leon.”

“Fuc—yeah?”

“Ask me… ask me for anything you want… You deserve to feel good.”

He fucking growls at that, so entranced by your words. His hips suddenly stopping for a moment, his heartbeat accelerating.

He has almost come.

“Pull my hair, please,” he breathes out after he is sure he can continue for a bit more.

Swiftly, your hand moves to his hair, grabbing a strand at the back, near his nape and pull hard.

“Oh, fuck,” his movements are faster now, cock rubbing too harshly against his underwear and his pants but he needs it, needs you so much. You pull his hair once more, your other hand clawing at his back as you also grind against him, the spot between your legs already dampened.

The sensation feels like too much and not enough at once. It hurts from how sensitive his member is, rubbing himself raw against your legs, but oh god. You offer him the hottest sight he has had the pleasure of witnessing in his life.

He presses his face against your neck once more, panting next to your ear, unaware that he is painting your skin with his own tears.

“Gonna come… Fuck, gonna come,” he cries out, moving faster and at some point you grind against him too, pressure becoming too much as you pull his hair and, fuck.

His elbows almost give up, unable to hold himself properly on top of you, but he avoids crushing you with all his weight still, as he rides out his orgasm, now tasting the salty tears he had spilt.

Leon breathes heavily… but he doesn’t want to stop.

Quickly, his mouth sinks on your neck, kissing and biting, causing moans to leave your throat.

“Le—Leon,” you pant, body sensitive and wetness already ruining your pants.

“Need to touch you… please? Need to taste you…” he begs, and one of his hands goes to your belt, buckle released as he nears your zipper…

You groan then, in frustration, and he frowns, gaze back on your eyes.

“What is it?”

“I’m… I’m on my period,” you admit, barely a whisper.

You look at him, shame crossing your features, the bitter reminder that your body may have ruined the moment that you have dreamed about for so long. “Sorry,” you add, voice timid.

“Hey, no, no apologies,” he immediately coos, his hand travelling to cup your cheek. He looks at you with an immense softness from his glistening eyes, full of love. Leon sighs before moving forward, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Would you like to stop?” He asks, close to your mouth.

Your thoughts are hazy, body still churning from inside. It’s clear that you don’t want that option but you’re unsure on how to proceed under this situation.

Leon rests his forehead against you, his face awaiting for your reply. There is no rush in his tone, quite the opposite in fact. He looks at you as if willing to stare at you for his whole life, existence content with just the sight of you. That gives you more confidence, even with the threat of uncertainty on the horizon: you trust him. You trust him more than anyone else.

You shake your head.

“Good girl,” he praises you. “I’ll just make you feel good, take care of you, okay?”

His voice is raspy, but soft, resembling his touch. A little harsh, a little rough as he pulls the zipper down and wriggles your pants down. Yet the pads of his fingers are exquisitely tender, caressing your thighs. Your underwear sports a huge damp spot just in your gusset, but Leon seems blissfully willing to ignore it, even through your heavy breaths.

He moves lower, pulls your t-shirt up slowly, immediately kissing the flesh of your hips.

“Fuck,” you mutter, curving your back.

“Attagirl,” he moves to kiss the other hip, biting slowly.

You moan then, skin shivering under his motions, his touch.

“… You’re teasing.”

Leon chuckles, kissing near your navel as he rubs your sides and your arms.

“You know, I don’t hear you complaining, though.”

Ah, he is acting cocky now. You giggle, amused at his remark, while one of his hands rubs your inner thigh.

“Bet you’re so frustrated that you can’t touch more,” you shake your head, looking down at him.

“Who said I can’t touch more?” Leon says, raising his eyebrow.

“Wh—Oh,” you try to ask what he has in mind when he swiftly moves his hand straight to your cunt, rubbing your clit over your panties. “F—fuck.”

The sonofabitch… You close your eyes, body slowly tensing under his touch. Leon rubs a little faster for a moment, and you move your hips, breath hitching in your throat.

“This okay, baby?” he checks, motions slower and gentler.

“Yeah… Yeah,” you open your eyes, nodding. He looks up at you, places a kiss on your belly once more. Your hand moves to tangle in his hair, needing something to ground yourself before you get lost in him.

“I got you, I got you,” he says, gentle, so fucking gentle you could melt in his hands, as snow under a strong relentless midday sun. You sigh, trying not to overthink your situation, how at any point your body could embarrass you, end up staining your panties with blood or…

“You’re nervous,” Leon says, serious.

“I’m not,” but your voice is a little shaky.

He snarks. “Can’t make you come unless you relax… Do you trust me?” Leon moves closer, leaning forward, almost against your face once more though he never stops rubbing your clit. The motions make you delirious, contact too soft but so good… You mewl, dizzy.

“I do. I trust you.”

“Good,” he remarks, and he kisses you. You notice his hand moving from your panties to your back, his mouth biting your lips with delicacy as Leon unclasps your bra. You whine at that, but he keeps on kissing you, his presence overtly strong and reassuring on top of you. Yet he doesn’t feel overwhelming, but rather, comforting. Like a wall against which to rest, like a pouring rain after a dry summer.

You think you love him. You’re quite sure you did before, but when he moves his mouth lower, biting your jaw and licking your neck as his thumb gets lost under your panties, you’re certain that no man could ever own you in the way he does. Handling your body with the most utter softness, as if dealing with a piece of Heaven. His thumb dances between your legs, stopping just on your clit, and Leon starts circling it, again, and again, and again…

“Oh, shit,” you moan, your heartbeat racing. You can barely keep your eyes open, overwhelmed by his devotion. His touch is desperate, even more heightened by how much he licks your neck, kisses it.

“Doll, look at me,” his words are heavy and clingy.

“Ye—Yeah?” you feel so utterly broken already. Leon moves his thumb faster, the circles making you moan once more.

“Want to use my mouth, can I? Please?”

By now you don’t know what he means, but you immediately nod. Like you’d do during missions, when you would simply take a leap of faith, you let yourself jump with him, letting him guide you to wherever he deems more appropriate.

You already trust him with your life. What difference could this make?

“God… so gorgeous,” he beckons, more to himself than to you, smiling. He quickly moves your t-shirt and bra out of the way, before diving his mouth to your breasts. There, he licks, and kisses, tongue painting your nipples with his saliva, as if blessing your body with his sin, letting you shower in his desire.

“Fuck, Leon…”

He continues moving his thumb gently, and you’re about to moan when you feel his middle and ring finger dancing on your lips, toying with your entrance. “Shit” more of a complaint, your tone raspy. His thumb presses harder against your clit as the other couple of fingers keep the sweet motions, never diving inside you. The thought of him probably getting his fingers messed up with your blood crosses your mind, but then Leon bites your nipple, before lovingly pulling it between his teeth. His thumb is now moving faster, circles rougher on your most sensitive spot, as the other fingers keep teasing your opening.

Your moans are the loudest symphony filling up the room, mixed in with the way he whines, mouth obsessed with your breasts. You curl your back, your hips getting hazy and desperate as Leon increases the speed of his movements.

You wished you knew which good deed you committed in another life to be blessed in this way now. As careful as possible, you grab onto him, as your hips are now dancing against his thumb, chasing after his touch. You’re half-breathless by now. You scratch his back, his arms, sink your nails into his nape as he bites the other nipple, sucking it harshly.

“Gonna come, God….” you whine out, thighs trembling under him.

“Good… Please, come for me,” his tone is the farthest thing from a command, but it seems to drive you exactly there. The way he desires you, desires this so fucking intensely… The heat in your stomach sweeps away with everything as he licks around your nipple and his finger toys with your clit once more. You melt under his touch, coming obscenely loud for him.

And the worst thing is that he continues, his mouth hungry still, his fingers circling, rubbing up and down your abused flesh, until you cough under him, unable to whimper anymore.

“It’s… Need a pause,” you let out, barely able to utter words yet.

It feels like coming back to the surface, you think. Leon breathes loudly, panting. He kisses each boob once more, tenderly, resembling a “goodbye”. You look at his motions with half-lidded eyes, and you’re unable to move your gaze away when he detaches from your body, his hand re-emerging from your cunt with traces of your dried blood on his skin. You gasp but Leon barely notices it, rubbing the maroon strokes against his tactical pants swiftly, without any complaint, as if simply getting rid of paint after handling a canvas.

He doesn’t fucking care. A man used to dealing with death, and grim and pain. It’s not the first time that he’s felt the warmth of your blood, as he has patched you up after the most gruesome missions, as he has held your bloody hand after you cut it with a sharp glass at home. He doesn’t fucking care, but rather he feels relieved, the comfortable knowledge that, this time, the blood has nothing to do with you being hurt. This time your blood doesn’t feel like knives digging into his skin, him boiling with concern. It’s just a warm reminder that you’re safe, and alive, and that he is finally touching you in the place where’s imagined himself drowned with you a hundred times already.

This is real. Leon is not dreaming, not this time.

You breathe out, calmer, his gaze feeling like returning home.

You’re still catching your breath when he leans closer, kissing your forehead.

“You okay?” he mumbles out, concern in his tone.

“More than okay,” you smirk.

Leon chuckles, amused. He lets his body fall on top of yours, still in between your legs, and he searches for your hand: takes it in his, the thumb that so much pleasure had brought you now caressing your palm.

“Babe…” his voice is sultry, and as he moves your thighs open with his own, you immediately notice the hardness pressing against your leg. Still, the contact seems too much for him, and he whimpers against your neck, his actions devoid of any shame.

“Damn, Kennedy, again?” you tease under him, cheeky stare defying him as he looks at you.

“Mhmh,” he replies. “I understand if you don’t want me inside, but…”

You cut him off with a wheeze. “Fucking subtle you are.”

“Hey, you want me to be fucking explicit?”

“Sure, let’s hear it, big guy,” you hold his hand tighter, as if prompting him to attempt anything, but immediately his cheeks go a few shades pinker. “Ow, getting shy on me?”

“You’re being fucking cocky for someone who just had an orgasm. Maybe I should give you another one to see if you calm down,” he lets out, eyes deeply boring into yours.

“Is that the special treatment you give to the ladies you sleep with, huh?”

“No, just you,” he replies, gallant.

You can’t say you don’t want it. Leon kisses you again, his tongue licking your lips and you moan for him. He squeezes your hand as his other hand goes between your bodies, to his zipper. You can barely notice the belt unbuckled, the zipper falling down. He bites your lower lip and maneuvers his pelvis closer to yours.

Fuck it. He just wants you. Whatever the duration of that miracle is, he wants to enjoy it, to pleasure you again, to be as close as the moment allows it. Even if this was the last time in his life he has you, he would commit this sight —of you under him— to memory.

He loves you: wants to get you drunk on him, on his body. A silent conjuring, a way to win you over. Because God knows you have him wrapped around your finger, red string of yours choking him as he devours that notion, of being owned. A fucking dog on a leash, and even if that was just a mere strained rope, he’d paint it red with your blood, force all heavens and hells to make you two work, intertwined by the same unbreakable bond.

The cabin feels suffocating. Leon kisses your neck, murmurs praises against your skin. It is overwhelming, and gentle, and so much and he hasn’t even started yet. Sighing next to your cheek, he grabs your thigh, pulling your pants even lower, adjusting his covered boner just against your cunt, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“Oh, God,” you let out, squeezing his hand even harder, since he hasn’t let go of you. It is an anchor as you experience this, as the cold breeze that enters the room kisses your nipples.

“You’re still with me? I can go gentle. Just want us to feel good, won’t ask for anything more,” he asks, moving his hips slowly against you, contact electrifying even if you’re both still wearing your underwear. You nod, eagerly, and he sinks his body closer once more. You grip onto his shoulders bringing him even closer as his hips slowly dance against you.

By now, all concerns, all fears are simply gone. In the humble little moment that you’re both sharing, there is no place for anything else apart from the devotion you hold for each other. Leon kisses you, needy, as his member rubs against your clothed clit, and his mouth seems to replicate his needs, with how delirious his tongue makes you feel.

“Fuck, Leon,” you mewl, mouths parting just to breathe once more. He smirks, his eager mouth kissing your jaw, your neck.

“You don’t know how long I have waited for… for this. For you,” and the way he says it gives you goosebumps that have nothing to do with the cold air that enters the cabin.

“Leon…” you pull him closer, as close as he can be. His body is practically on top of yours, his member rubbing faster against you.

“Mine,” he asserts, remarking his words with another squeeze of his hand. The other one grabs your thigh, opens your legs more so he can lock himself even closer, grinding harder.

The air makes him dizzy, the sight of your willing body under him gets his heart wild. Fucking hell, he has already came in his pants once, is he gonna do it once more just from humping your cunt? Leon whines, the feel of your hard nipples against his t-shirt making him lose his mind. And when you touch his back again, just like earlier, he moans.

He doesn’t care what happens to this mission, doesn’t care what happens to the rest of the evils of this world as long as he can see your precious face like this, as much as he desires it. This thought pushes him forward, and he starts to move his hips faster.

“God, god, oh, shit, Le…” you whine out, his motions rough as he chases his own pleasure too. But it feels so good, even if it hurts a little, even if your soaked panties do nothing to protect your decency by now, even if period droplets are probably leaking out of your panties.

You don’t want it to ever stop. Desperate, you let your hand go from his grip and hold him against your body with abandon, fingers directly against his skin, keeping him there. Leon growls at this, understand your needs and humps you faster, biting your neck, half-breathless.

It’s such a stark contrast to the way you two always treat each other, both on the field and on your day to day. It as if now that the veil is gone, that everything has fucking snapped, there was a certain aggressiveness that needed to be let out, that was always under the surface, ramping up, eager to crawl out of you. But it’s also full of passion, as his teeth never mark you too much, and your nails don’t draw blood from his skin.

Maybe you two needed this: a love that was a little broken, a little violent. A tender purging of your sins.

A connection born out of loyalty, out of blood.

You moan loudly when his movements get messy, rhythm getting distracted.

“Please, hold it in for me?” you beg, unable to ignore the signals of his desire. “Just a little bit” you add, knowing that you just need his rough touch for a moment longer, your body still craving his magic.

Leon nods, panting.

“I’m gonna—gonna come soon,” he warns you, trying to not let his cock ruin the path of euphoria he wants you to walk.

“It’s okay, me too, Le.”

“…Fuck,” he whimpers, and you pull his hair once more, your legs hugging his hips.

His thoughts are all mush thanks to you, but he can still hear how the sweetest moans escape your mouth, so he keeps going. Too sensitive, too hard, underwear soaked, but he continues for you. At some point his member rubs against your clit, harshly, and it is too much for you.

You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you come, panties gushing out your juices and even some more specks of blood. Your whole body spasming, unable to keep quiet.

God. His pretty angel, his pretty girl, the most deserving of eternal springs and of the most devoted love. Leon has always felt you owned him. Not trapped, but rather at peace with you. Fuck, he is certain now. You carry a fucking leash, tied around his neck and he has no choice but to follow you, stay beside you. Both a shadow and a lover, stupid smitten dog but he wants to guard you forever.

He has wanted to hung up the Moon for you since the moment he met you, so when he finally sees your blissed-out expression, the moonlight caressing your face, he feel like he deserves it.

Not just this. But you.

His cock is leaking precum, it aches, needs to let go. He pushes harder, knows that he can, because you let him, because you scratch his back and search for his mouth as he grinds harshly against you.

He comes. Hard, pouring his seed onto his boxers.

It’s as if he could die now.

Both of you sigh, slowly. Leon kisses the bitemarks on your neck, you press the pads of your fingers gently against all the scratches on his back. For a little moment, the world doesn’t breathe. Just lets the two lovers that have finally found each other revere in this contained breath.

All that needed to be said, to be done, to be pinched and purged and snapped, it’s finally out.

You caress Leon’s jaw, look at him through sleepy eyes.

“I think… Think mission partners don’t do that,” you say, voice raspy but a smile etched on your face.

Leon smiles as well, his heart overjoyed.

“Nope, they definitely don’t,” he replies, his eyes never leaving yours.

You chuckle.

“You’re okay?” You ask him, cupping his cheek and Leon closes his eyes, sighs.

“I should be asking you that, baby.”

You now have the decency to blush at the pet name. And when he opens his eyes, and kisses your palm, you feel like your chest could explode from holding so much light inside of it. Oh, he could call you anything and you’d just let him. He owns you. You’re pretty sure he does, that he painted his name with your blood on your cunt, a bloody and tender signature, marking you as his artwork, ruining you with his cum for anyone else.

“Is that pet name gonna stay?”

“Do you have any other ideas?” He asks, moving to stand up, but you giggle and pull him closer to you, your legs still holding him down. Leon wheezes.

“We can discuss pet names and the such after… a date. ‘Cos you owe me a date, Kennedy.”

“Oh, we’re really back to last names, now? Dang it,” he lets out, and you can only laugh.

He is a fucking dork. Always will be. Maybe what will be different from now onwards is that he will be yours.

That night you fall asleep in each other’s arms. Your underwear has been irreparably stained, his boxers as well, the zipper of his tactical pants does not zip up anymore. A constellation of lovebites, scratches and the remains of your period. All bloody and needy and most delicately violent.

Too rough. Too honeyed to survive you both.

Leon hugs you tightly in his arms, comfortably cuddling as if it isn’t the first time.

Maybe your bodies dreamed so much of this day that they both instinctively know how to position arms, how to tangle into each other as to breathe the other in.

Maybe no string was snapped tonight, but rather, you pulled it so much, that it sank deeper into your veins and just pulled you two impossibly closer.

If you've made it to the end, cookies for you! Also, may write more for this two, I liked the dynamic a lot. (I love soft dorky Leon, can you tell?)

[radiaurapple]

Lucid Dreams of New Orleans: Chapter 13

CHAPTER SUMMARY: IN WHICH Alastor attends an important meeting.

FIC SUMMARY: Lucifer has always kept his distance from sinners. It’s what keeps him (relatively) sane — if he gets too close, he is haunted by visions of the tragic mortal lives that landed them in Hell. But in his new life at the Hotel, it is more difficult than ever to stay away — and when it comes to light that his daughter’s insufferable facilities manager is gravely wounded, it falls to Lucifer to deliver his soul from Death. In so doing, he falls headfirst into the sins, past lives, and heartbreaks of the one human whose contradictions he is powerless to resist.

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New chapter!! we are almost at the end now! 📻🍎 thanks to those who have been reading along, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

chapter preview below!

On the sixth sleepless night, Alastor finally tries to go home on his own.

Lucifer had told him it was possible, but offered no guidance. Alastor begins by calling up sensory details, the same way he would steer when Lucifer touched him. The rocking chair on the porch of his home. The clicking of knitting needles. The sizzle of diced onion dropped into a hot pan. 

Imagining gets him nowhere. His trip to Heaven is tomorrow, and he needs to — he must —

He curls in on himself and repeats the words in his head, like a melody:

Show me my mother — show me my mother — show me my mother —

But the fabric of his own soul is unyielding. 

Hours later, sleep finally finds him. He dreams once more of falling. 

The morning begins like any other. Alastor dons the new suit he procured for this occasion — a more minimalist version of his typical attire, closer to black than maroon. Clean, neat, and crisply starched. He buttons the jacket, pulls his hair back into a neat bun, and regards his reflection in his bathroom mirror. His new suit is certainly more befitting for a representative of the Hotel than his typical attire — which, though beloved and well-maintained, is tatty from years of use and the frequent magical removal of bloodstains. 

He is certain the new suit is the appropriate choice. Yet the deviation from his typical appearance makes him feel exposed, somehow — vulnerable. He considers abandoning the idea, but he has already missed his self-imposed deadline to head downstairs. The portal to Heaven is opening soon — the others will already be waiting for him.

He masks his apprehension behind a wide smile and leaves his room.

Everyone is indeed already milling about the seating area in the entry hall. 

Charlie is seated on a stool, scribbling in a notepad propped in her lap. When she spots Alastor, she waves him over with a smile on her face — no doubt to discuss strategy for their approaching trip. 

Alastor hesitates — Lucifer is standing behind Charlie, braiding her hair.

He recovers after a moment and takes the armchair across from Charlie. Lucifer is working intently, dividing and weaving her hair with deft, confident movements. It is like watching him do scales — rhythmic and effortless as a river. His eyes are intently focused on his hands, and he holds a hair tie between his teeth. 

Across the room, Husk laughs at Angel’s joke; Lucifer glances up, and his eyes flit past Alastor like he isn’t even there. 

The domestic scene makes Alastor’s stomach twist. He —

“—Alastor?”

Alastor viciously reins in his emotions with practiced efficiency. “Good morning, Charlie,” Alastor says, his smile pleasant, his voice even. “Lucifer.”

Lucifer nods in greeting without looking up.

They haven’t spoken since Alastor walked away nearly a week ago. When they’re in the same room, it is like this — both of them trying, to the best of their ability, to ignore one another’s existence. 

Lucifer takes the hair tie from his mouth, stretches it around his fingers, and winds it around the end of Charlie’s braid with a practiced movement. Charlie smiles and turns so the group can see her hair. It is a French braid with a few smaller braids woven in. 

Angel gasps. “It’s so pretty!”

“Very elegant,” Alastor says. 

“Thank you!” Charlie says. “Dad used to do this for me all the time as a kid, but this has to be the first time in years that —”

She is interrupted by the sound of a portal splitting open in front of the central staircase. 

Adrenaline surges through Alastor’s veins. He’s about to step through that portal. The Heaven on the other side of it is not a dream. 

“I guess it’s time,” Charlie says, her own voice tinged with nerves. She collects a thin binder from the coffee table — it contains the policy proposals she has carefully curated for this occasion. She clutches it tightly to her chest. 

Alastor widens his smile — more determined than ever to affect confidence for her sake. He stands and approaches the portal with a steady, calm posture. 

He stops next to the portal and gestures with his hand. “After you.”

“See you guys tonight,” Charlie says, and steps through. 

Alastor takes a step forward. 

“Al — Alastor,” Lucifer says. 

Alastor turns. Lucifer is watching him with wide, concerned eyes. Alastor’s anxiety multiplies — only Lucifer has any clue how Alastor might really feel about this visit to Heaven, and he has no appreciation for subtlety. Can’t Lucifer see that Alastor is only keeping control by a single fraying thread? One more word and Lucifer will give the game away. 

“What?” Alastor says flatly — in his rising panic, the word comes out a little sharper than he intends.

Lucifer stiffens, studies the floor. Then he glances back up at Alastor, his gaze steady. “Nothing,” he says lightly. “Just take care.” 

An echo of the words Alastor had spoken to Hollis a week ago, when he and Lucifer still enjoyed their simple routine. Before the tangled complexity of their friendship had exceeded Alastor’s capacity to comprehend. 

Alastor nods, turns on his heel, and steps through the portal. 

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[tjarry]

find a blorbo!: a tag game for the new NHL season

thank you for the tag my beloved @mikathemad !!

RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.

Yes, even the team you despise. Yes, even the team everyone despises. Yes, even the team who you dare not speak of.

(I used a different color for teams I actually root for.)

Anaheim Ducks -Jansen Harkins

Boston Bruins -Brad Marchand, David Pastrnak, Jeremy Swayman

Buffalo Sabres - Bo Byram

Calgary Flames - Nazem Kadri, Ryan Lomberg, Devin Cooley

Carolina Hurricanes - Freddie Andersen, Tyson Jost

Chicago Hockey Team - Pat Maroon

Colorado Avalanche - Nathan MacKinnon, Mikko Rantanen, Alexandar Georgiev, Gabe Landeskog, Nikolai Kovalenko

Columbus Blue Jackets - Elvis Merzlikins

Dallas Stars - Wyatt Johnston, Logan Stankoven, Tyler Seguin, Magnus Hellberg, Jake Oettinger

Detroit Red Wings - J.T. Compher

Edmonton Oilers - Leon Draisaitl, Stuart Skinner, Connor McDavid

Florida Panthers - Matthew Tkachuk, Sergei Bobrovsky, the rest of the Panthers roster

Los Angeles Kings - Darcy Kuemper

Minnesota Wild - Marc-André Fleury, Jake Middleton, Kirill Kaprizov

Montreal Canadiens - Nick Suzuki

Nashville Predators - Scott Wedgewood, Brady Skjei

New Jersey Devils - Kurtis MacDermid, Jacob Markstrom

New York Islanders - Anthony Duclair

New York Rangers - Mika Zibanejad, Igor Shesterkin

Ottawa Senators - Linus Ullmark, Claude Giroux

Philadelphia Flyers - Travis Konecny, Ivan Fedotov, Erik Johnson

Pittsburgh Penguins - the whole damn team next question

San Jose Sharks - Ty Dellandrea, Macklin Celebrini

Seattle Kraken - Brandon Montour, Philipp Grubauer

St. Louis Blues - Mathieu Joseph, P.O. Joseph

Tampa Bay Lightning - Jake Guentzel, Andrei Vasilevskiy

Toronto Maple Leafs - William Nylander, Anthony Stolarz, Mitch Marner, Joseph Woll

Utah Hockey Club - Alex Kerfoot

Vancouver Canucks - Teddy Blueger, Thatcher Demko

Vegas Golden Knights - Ilya Samsonov, Tanner Pearson

Washington Capitals - Brandon Duhaime, Logan Thompson

Winnipeg Jets - Adam Lowry

tagging: @psyduc @marcfleurys @ullybug @thebrood1979 @sidsthekid and anyone else who wants to play!!

[crossbackpoke-check]

find a blorbo (nhl tag game)

RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.

tagged by @bondedpairs!! when i say too many teams to count and here for the narrative um. i may not have lied. this is not an extensive list of my blorbos but in order to make it not ten thousand years long i made up the rule that i had to do it straight from memory :)

anaheim ducks: as evidenced by recent events i DO like mason mctavish and trevor zegras but i have to honor laura and mention troy terry and beloved goalie gibbie*

boston bruins: oh for sure brad marchand… can i say patrice? one of the charlies got traded but i think mcavoy is still there because gryz is gone, brandon carlo is there still i think

buffalo sabres: cozens & thompson, owen power, rasmus dahlin, ukko pekka luukkonen

calgary flames: is chris tanev still here? is markstrom still here?? noah hanifin?? as a last resort i’ll say blasty

carolina hurricanes: aho & jarvy & teuvo teravainen & brent burns is still playing maybe? i know sepe got traded

chicago hockey: the bedsy narrative is compelling but ANDREAS ATHANASIOU MY BELOVED reunited with tyler bertuzzi… that’s the real story. also i like foligno

colorado avalanche: gabe landeskog, whatever ross colton & miles wood have going on, natemac + jo, mikko

columbus blue jackets: have long been on the merzlikins train, have been swayed to the darkside of umich boys (brindley, kent johnson, fantilli, blankenburg who is now on nsh)

dallas stars: seggy! mush! roope + miro and otter and robo and wyjo (rip ty dellandrea) and harls! etc.

detroit red wings: MOST players. dilly larks, moritz seider, jv, raymond, rasmussen, kitty, lyon, etc except for k*ne

edmonton oilers: mcdrai, ofc. nugent-hopkins, nursey, rip vinny & skinny

florida panthers: tkachuk, reinhardt, sasha barkov, verhaeghe (is there still?)

los angeles kings: adrian kempe… kevin fiala… danault… quinton byfield & alex turcotte

minnesota wild: kirill, marat, fleury, brodes, fabes, boldy, moose, middsy, spurge… god’s perfect idiots

montreal canadiens: going out on a limb here to say martin st. louis but also xhekaj (both), slafkovský, suzuki, my austrian reinbacher, yes fine cole caufield

nashville predators: MOST BEAUTIFUL D PAIR IN THE WORLD GRADY SKJEI AND ROMAN JOSI!! juuse, evangelista, isn’t stamkos there and also someone else who absolutely should not be

new jersey devils: nico… tuna (tatar), dawson mercer, siegenthaler, dougie hamilton, yes the hugheses whatever

new york islanders: barzy, zeeker & marty, anders lee, noah dobson lol

new york rangers: mika & chris, lafrenière & k’andre, shesterkin

philadelphia flyers: frosty & beezer and tk and sanny and the new baby michkov and coots and scooty loots and foerster etc etc. you know the Guys

pittsburgh penguins: the two headed monster but also compelled by rutger mcgroarty, and kevin hayes was there!!!

ottawa senators: timmy stü & brady! josh norris! the evolution of shane pinto! ullmark now and brännström and claude giroux and chabot

san jose sharks: ekky, thrun, mario, borde, logan couture, shakir, that other vaguely blond rookie

seattle kraken: brandon tanev, andre burakovsky! grubauer & d’accord also

st. louis blues: jordan kyrou, nathan walker (is still there?), rob thomas? is parayako still there?

tampa bay lightning: hedman, point, they dumped so many guys after the cup run… is kucherov still there or is he in nashville?? anthony cirelli (notable for being made out with by pat maroon)

toronto maple leafs: mitch, jt, willy, alex nylander, kniesy, dewar, et

utah hockey: crouse, keller, tuba

vancouver canucks: quinn, brock, petey, jt, garly, höggy, i want to say dakota johnson, elias lindholm?

vegas golden knights: brandon montour is here now… alex pietrangelo, so sorry to one i can’t remember who loves the lions it will come back to me

washington capitals: full of love and stupidity. oshie, nicke/ovi, pierre-luc dubois, dowd, vrána, milano

winnipeg jets: adam lowry!! josh morissey and kc and morgan barron, also vladdy my beloved

tagging @stillfertile + @colap1nto + @songsandswords + @moregraceful if they haven’t done it yet, i know they follow at least a couple teams. if anybody else wants to play i love adopting blorbos!!

[psyduc]

find a blorbo!: a tag game for the new NHL season

RULES: Go through the roster of each NHL team and find at least one player that you can root for.

Yes, even the team you despise. Yes, even the team everyone despises. Yes, even the team who you dare not speak of.

tagged by my beloved @tjarry thank u bb taking inspiration from u and coloring the teams i am actively rooting for / keeping up with

Anaheim Ducks - Jansen Harkins (i forgot he got traded, sorry harkins

Boston Bruins - David Pastrnak, Charlie Coyle, and Jeremy Swayman (who isn't listed on the official NHL roster and oof ouchy what is don sweeney DOING)

Buffalo Sabres - Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen

Calgary Flames - Ryan Lomberg

Carolina Hurricanes - Seth Jarvis, Andrei Svechnikov

Chicago Hockey Team - Pat Maroon

Colorado Avalanche - Nathan Mackinnon, Alexandar Georgiev

Columbus Blue Jackets - Cole and Owen Sillinger

Dallas Stars - Jamie Benn, Tyler Seguin, Jake Oettinger

Detroit Red Wings - Alex Lyon

Edmonton Oilers - Leon Draisaitl, Connor McDavid, Stuart Skinner

Florida Panthers - loml Matthew Tkachuk, Aleksander Barkov, Serge Bobrovsky, Aaron Ekblad, but literally the entire team let's go boys

Los Angeles Kings - Anze Kopitar because i have never seen a more exhausted looking man in my life

Minnesota Wild - MARC ANDRE FLEURY, Ryan Hartman, Kirill Kaprizov, Brock Faber, Jake Middleton

Montreal Canadiens - Alex Barre-Boulet

Nashville Predators - Brady Skjei, Juuse Saros, Scott Wedgewood

New Jersey Devils - Nico Hischier, Jacob Markstrom

New York Islanders - Mat Barzal

New York Rangers - Chris Kreider

Ottawa Senators - Linus Ullmark, Claude Giroux

Philadelphia Flyers - Jamie Drysdale

Pittsburgh Penguins - everyone. every single penguin. my babygirls.

San Jose Sharks - Alexander Wennberg

Seattle Kraken - Brandon Montour

St. Louis Blues - Pierre-Olivier Joseph (PO come back :()

Tampa Bay Lightning - Jake Guentzel (JAKE COME BACK :()

Toronto Maple Leafs - Auston Matthews, Mitch Marner, William Nylander, John Tavares, Anthony Stolarz

Utah Hockey Club - Liam O'Brien

Vancouver Canucks - Quinn Hughes, Brock Boeser, Arturs Silovs

Vegas Golden Knights - Ilya Samsinov

Washington Capitals - BRANDON DUHAIME, Pierre Luc-Dubois tbqh

Winnipeg Jets - Connor Hellebuyck

tagging: @guentzel @genotama @barkovsasha @subbanator @robindrake13 aaaand anyone else who wants to do this <3

[ourflagmeanslegos]

MEET THE CREW

left to right, top to bottom:

lucius, stede, ed, izzy

buttons (and karl), jim, oluwande, frenchie

the swede, roach, black pete, wee john

mary, evelyn, fang, ivan, calico jack

pics of everyone individually under the cut!

lucius

our favorite scribe, holding a notebook and quill so he can keep track of all the takes! (<- that was a typo from "tales" but tbh i like "takes" better.)

stede

looking prim and proper with his little teacup. this is actually more like his s2 hair, and i'm looking forward to updating him with some new clothes, since i'm not a huge fan of the outfit i was able to put together.

ed

i love his little beard so much and it's a shame it will not be forever. we can always look at the old pics, though. his little one-armed jacket is so fun and i wish i had the fine motor skills to give him some tattoos.

izzy

pretty sure this is the angriest face i own lol. i love his one glove, i think that's a nice touch. i also have an update ready for him for s2 ;)

buttons

i do not have a "balding on top" hair unfortunately, but i was lucky enough to find a seagull at a lego convention earlier this year, where i also found a number of other pieces for this project.

jim

complete with knife, of course, and featuring optional hat. best shirt i could find has an ammo belt though lol.

oluwande

my beloved. comes with or without orange hat, which i also found at that convention.

frenchie

speaking of things i found at the convention, A LUTE!! before i got that, he had a fucking electric guitar because that was the closest i had lmao.

the swede

i know his shirt is totally the wrong color but it was the closest i had in terms of design. he's got some orange juice too, so he doesn't lose any more teeth.

roach

wish i had a butcher knife or something, but instead he has a lovely pie.

black pete

i don't have much to say about him lol. he is bald and silly.

wee john

of course i had to give him FIRE. also i love this head's facial hair for him. it came with a pirate ship set i got recently, as did this shirt.

mary

she is ready to paint and to murder her husband. i love this hairstyle for her, even if it's a bit lighter than real mary's hair.

evelyn

was very happy to find a feminine face with an eyepatch at the convention, and it's even on the correct eye! i wanted to give her maroon sleeves too but the only shirts i had with that color sleeves broke when i tried to remove the arms lol. they were from a harry potter set i got over a decade ago though so i don't care <3

fang

i love his jacket, even though it's not quite accurate for him. and you know i HAD to give him a dog, he deserves it goddamnit.

ivan

i LOVE this hair i was able to find for him, and the surprisingly accurate shirt that i happened to already have.

calico jack

my garbage boy <3 i had this whip from an indiana jones set, and i found the bottle at the convention. i wasn't originally planning on making him but when i came across this face i knew i had to.

[caw4brandon]

- 23 May 2023: For Yang Rubis -

While Sadie practices her sharpshooting. She couldn't help but notice that peculiar girl on the other end of the court. Whose hair highlighted a spark of maroon against her brown hair.

The girl; Yang Rubis, was training with a pair of thick wooden sticks named; the Arnis beating her opponent with ease like a well-choreographed dance. She was, very majestic~

To the beloved Yang Rubis, Happy belated Birthday~ This gift is taken from Pi's own drawing of [Yang and Her Weapons] with her gym outfit changed and color matched with Sadie's. Added with Yang's signature bright jacket/hoodie.

This post uses: [Street Lights in the Rain]

I was feeling ambitious so, I added this cultural dress that young women wear when they come of age in the Philipines. I tried my damnest to research Quinceanera designs/ cuts but decided to mix it up a little by giving it that cool raised collar with an all-green and gold glitter layer/sleeves. Granted I am a little disappointed with myself knowing that it looked nothing like the actual dresses.

This post was a real challenge because the dress requires a light airbrush of dark tones. At the same time, it needs that dimensional bump while also needing to feel like royalty with gold or silver. Nevertheless, I think of it as an achievement and something I want to improve on in future posts.

This post uses: [Sphynx on the Links]

With that said, I plan to slow down on the gifts but! I will definitely make time for those who chatted with me for quite some time now. Trying to raise the bar more and more. Once again, happy belated birthday to @piyangg have a great one!

Thanks for reading 

-Caw4B-

[theladyyavilee]

I thought Eddie was wearing the same outfit from the math talk with Buck and Chris's shirt had stripes in the same shade from that scene?

alfkdjhakjlas I had not noticed, but eddie does appear to wear the math homework buck's kitchen conversation or at least an indentical henley in a veeery similar color, I unfortunately don't have access to the episode to check 👀 @stagefoureddiediaz thoughts???!!!

and yes the stripes look to be the same shade or at least similiar! a shade of turquoise I think? and okay so I have thought about this before and I think by now we actually have seen chris in ALL the shades from that coma!dream shirt in various different scenes and I have thoughts about it of the

variant xD bear with me xD (also kym please don't look xD but also if you do, feel free to point out all the ways in which I am waaaay off xDD <33333)

chris in the coma!dream - we got dark blue, lighter blue, turquoise, light grey and the olive of his pants as well as the red of his crutches!

and then since then (and technically before that, with the scene of chris in buck's hospital room, but that one is very clearly tied to the coma!dream outfit!!) we have the hospital room chris outfit

as kym has pointed out in her costume meta for 6x11, the pants are the same and then the shirt is the same dark blue shade!!!

then we have chris after buck wakes up!

in light grey!! as well as maroon with a skateboard reference, which is the only color that did not actually appear on him in the coma!dream, but kind of stands appart anyways by virtue of (as also pointed out by kym xD costume metas my beloved) being the maroon color of parenthood paired with buck's act of shared fatherhood with eddie and the accessible skateboard and being VERY LOUD in its own rights!

then we have chris during the math homework scene

in a turquoise shade similar to the one from the coma!dream stripes! and then the cookie baking scene chris

with the lighter blue from the stripes (and the surboards with skeletons that still make me feel very feral!)

and then with this episode we return to the theme of stripes with both outfits, and also kind of all of the colors!

we have chris and eddie and the cemetery

stripes and the light grey and then the denim jacket also kinda has a similar shade to the lighter blue, especially if you only look at it from afar and next to pics of the surboard shirt! and then the scene of chris asleep on the couch

now, those stripes might be more green, I really really can't tell, but they do look very similar in shade to the coma!dream stripes, as well as being STRIPES xD and on top of that it is chris on the couch, which incidentially is the same shade as the dark blue hoodie from the coma!dream, which now has me wondering if that's why they chose that specific hoodie color for chris in the dream and for his shirt as he visits coma!buck!!! 👀👀 (also more light grey on the blanket with the check pattern xD)

now, there is no real point I am trying to make here - aside from the obvious GREEN AND BLUE of it all that kym already pointed out in the costume meta about this - because I actually don't really have any idea what this means, but I have to say I am IMMENSELY fascinated by the fact that they are absolutely sticking to the coma!dream color palette (+parenthood!maroon) for chris in ALL of his 6b scenes, because that has to mean SOMETHING 👀👀👀

now one last little point

we kinda have seen that color palette before, in 6x11 during an eddie and chris kitchen talk about eddie missing being a firefighter and chris telling him that he can be brave too 👀 which has me feeling all kinds of ways, ngl

[tough-girl9]

You and Data are both finally retired (at least from Starfleet). Where do you settle and what sorts of things do you get up to?

I arrive home just as the sun is setting.

The country cottage with its wrap-around porch and large, friendly windows seems to greet me as I walk down the tree-lined lane. Around me the meadow grass undulates lightly and off in the distance beyond the cottage, the small copse of trees is taking on that pinkish glow of evening. The cottage sits at the top of a hill, and I pause at the porch to gaze down over the hillside and off into the distance towards the lush, rolling countryside, divided by soft streams and more copses similar to the one behind the cottage. There’s a gentle breeze on my face, and a deep feeling of contentment washes over me.

I open the door to the cottage and go inside. Hanging up my jacket on the peg in the foyer, I call out the traditional greeting, even though it is entirely unnecessary. “Honey, I’m home!”

I know he’s already heard me, probably before I even reached the door, but there’s something familiar and peaceful about saying the words that we’ve been saying to each other for forty-eight years now.

As I enter the main living room, he rises to greet me. He’s dressed in a soft, maroon bathrobe and matching slippers, and he’s holding Tiger, our orange tabby, who he strokes absently, then allows to jump down onto the sofa. I go to him and fold myself into the familiar warmth of his arms as he kisses my forehead. “How was the library?” he asks.

Even though I’ve technically been retired for three years, I still work three afternoons a week at the nearby town library. I enjoy the peaceful company of the books and doing the weekly storytimes with the children who come in. I sigh and breathe in the soft, warm smell of his robe. “Mmm, it was quiet. I spent most of the afternoon shelving books and listening to old Miss Barlowe talk about the plots of the romance novels she was returning. How was your day?”

Data retired the same year I did and was released from Starfleet with the highest honors after a long and successful career that included his own command of the starship U.S.S. Adelaide for the final eighteen years. Like me, he wasn’t content to retire entirely and instead decided to pursue something that had always piqued his interest. Four days a week, he teaches probability mechanics at Cambridge University and loves doing it. I also know he’s a beloved professor among both his colleagues and students.

He tells me about his day as we link hands and go to the kitchen, where Data has already replicated a full meal that is still warm and ready to be eaten. Data sits, shooing our grey cat Stormy off the table. Our tortoiseshell Butterscotch and orange striped tom, Spot the Third, hiss at each other underneath the table.

“We received a transmission from Ahuva this afternoon,” Data says. “Everything seems to be going well for her at Daystrom.” He pauses and smiles slightly, his expression very nearly human. “She also mentioned a young man whom she has accompanied on several dates this past month and for whom she expresses a significant level of affection.”

I smile. “Did she now? I’ll have to listen to the whole thing after supper.” My smile widens a little as I take a bite of meat and mashed potatoes, thinking about our android daughter whom Data lovingly built twenty-seven years ago and who is the Chair of Robotics at Daystrom Institute now that Bruce Maddox has retired. “Have you heard anything from Juliana?” I ask, referencing our other daughter, named after Data’s mother, who we adopted twenty-four years ago as a baby and who just recently received her first commission as an ensign on the U.S.S Odyssey last year.

“I have not,” Data responds. “I will send her a transmission tomorrow between classes while I am in town.”

After supper, we relocate to the living room with a bottle of Chateau Picard. Of course, Data’s old captain is long since retired, but whenever we visit him across the channel, he always makes sure we leave with some of his finest bottles. Data pours us both a glass, I shoo Tiger and our white Persian, Pixie, off the sofa, and we sit with our wine and each other, looking out the bay window over the hill towards the sunset.

I lean my head against my husband’s shoulder with a contented sigh and he puts an arm around my waist, gently stroking my side with the familiarity of a lifetime together. He leans over and nuzzles against my hair.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and he sounds so human as he says it.

I snuggle closer, pressing my face to his neck, as I breathe him in. “I love you too, Data.”

[gryffindors-weasley]

Old and New

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested by @futuremrsmalfoy20 : “Draco buys you a kitten fluff”

Summary: When you return home from work, Draco has a surprise waiting for you.

Warnings: loss of a pet, mild angst, fluff, kisses

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Thank you for such a sweet request!

Draco Malfoy was never a fan of cats, or any kind of animal for that matter. He didn’t grow up with household pets, save for his owl, but even then he wasn’t too fond of the feathered creature. He didn’t dislike them, not really, he rather was indifferent. However, you on the other hand were the complete opposite.

You had had a cat once before, finding a feline more preferable rather than the traditional owl that most students had selected for themselves. She was a fluffy black cat with miscellaneous splotches of white, striking and round green eyes that were far too adorable for you to ignore. Her name was Ophelia and she was wonderfully sweet, not a minute going by in her presence without her nudging you affectionately.

She accompanied you throughout your years of magical endeavors at Hogwarts until seventh year, and you made the decision to bring her home to your parents before the war had begun in full force. You had loved her far too dearly to risk the potential of putting her in harm’s way, she was your home away from home.

Since then, she had lived her days and nights in the blissful environment of your parents house, and you were quite sure you’d never seen her more content in an environment in your life. Always tucked away in the most unconventional of places whether it be the garden, the top shelf of your closet, or even nestled between the thick tree roots on the edge of the property. It was there where she had lived her life most contently, and you couldn’t have asked for anything more.

—

You sigh tiredly upon finally seeing your beloved home, smiling at the sight of the little yellow car parked on the mossy cobblestone driveway. As if it weren’t already obvious that Draco had gotten home before you, the smoke puffing out of the lone chimney and the warm glow in the frosted windows were more than enough indication. You pushed open the creaky wrought iron gate without hesitation, the sound only accentuated by the drizzling rain pattering down.

Rushing up the stone path to your front door, you push it open and escape from the rain. The warmth you were met with was immediate upon your entrance, as was the ever familiar scent of cinnamon and sugar, a hint of coffee mixed in. Your soft smile never faltered as you shrugged off your rain dampened jacket, slipping it on the copper hook just inside the door next to Draco’s.

“Love?” An ever so familiar voice called out, one that felt even more like home than that of the building the two of you claimed as your own just a year and a half ago.

You stepped out of your shoes and set them on the welcome rug, Draco appearing shortly after to see if it’d really been you. His hair was a mess from what it once neatly was before he left for work earlier that morning, the inclement weather having brought out waves of platinum. His smile was nothing short of adoring when he caught sight of you, and you barely had time to set down your keys before his hands settled on your flushed cheeks. His lips were soft against yours as he kissed you, the expected taste of coffee and cream lingering on his lips. His hands are cooled against your heated skin, but the shiver running through you was of no importance at that moment.

“Hi darling,” he manages when he brings himself to part from you, though he hadn’t strayed too far as his nose brushed against yours.

“Hey,” you sigh, his kiss nearly making you a fool no matter how short it may have been.

He tucked your hair behind your ear tenderly, the tips of his fingers tracing along your skin before traveling down your arm to grasp your hand. No matter how hard he tried, which hadn’t been very much, he finds himself capturing your lips once more in another kiss. You were far too irresistible for him not to bask in your affections.

“How was work?” He mumbles against your lips, squeezing your hands.

“Quite busy for a bookshop in the middle of the only wizarding town in the area. Peculiar isn’t it?” You respond, a laugh leaving your lips when his arms circle around your waist and press you to him in an embrace.

“Indeed,” he agrees quietly, kissing your cheek before his lips ghost across your neck and just under your ear warmly. You had to stop yourself from all but squealing at the very sensation tickling over your skin though a giggle does escape you.

“What’s got you so smiley?” You inquire, brow raised in curious amusement as you push back to look at him.

“What, can’t I be overjoyed that the love of my life has come home? Forgive me, darling,” he says in faux offense, his smile still very there regardless.

You roll your eyes, allowing yourself to fully look at him for the first time you’d gotten home just minutes ago. His cheeks were a bit flushed from what you assumed was the chilly weather, that and the feeling of your kisses had brought it out of him. His icy hair had been dipping over his forehead, covering over dark brows and tangling with even darker lashes. The grin on his kiss swollen lips had been very apparent the moment you saw him, faltering only slightly when he was busy casting his affections on you in greeting. A thick, black sweater hung from his shoulders, tattered and torn around the edges from constant use when he hadn’t needed to dress so formally for St. Mungo’s. Though you couldn’t help but to notice the extra runs and pulls in the soft yarn.

“Perhaps I will if you let me change out of these clothes,” you say, reluctantly leaving his loose grasp. “It is raining after all.”

A flurry of panicked emotions had crossed over his face in that very moment, his eyes widening a fraction as you step farther from him and closer to the stairway. Your brows furrow slightly at his sudden change in attitude, watching as his hand flies up to scratch at the back of his neck. When you turn away once more you’re quick to feel his hand envelope yours, effectively stealing your attention away from the task at hand briefly. As you open your mouth to speak, he beats you to it.

“I’ve already put your clothes in the dryer so they’d be warm for you, they’re in the laundry room,” he rushes, and his words are far too quick for you not to be even a little suspicious of it. “It’s that sweater of mine that you like, you know—the green one?”

He draws you closer as he speaks, noting the way your eyes squint in disbelief. Draco may have been good in the area of deception to just about anyone else, anyone but you. Not with the way his hand came to rest on your cheek, and how his thumb brushed over your skin. Certainly not with the way his bout of kisses resumed, blossoming over bare patches of skin. His valiant attempts to hold your attention had been working, but only for a few fleeting moments.

“And what if I wanted the maroon one?” You jest with a teasing smile, and with his moment of distraction you slip from his arms and make your way back to the stairs.

He finds himself at a loss for words as his panic builds with every bit of distance between you, and all he can do is follow behind and desperately try to find something else to say. When he comes up terribly short, he accepts his fate with a defeated huff.

“Darling wait!” He manages when you twist the doorknob, entering the cozy bedroom.

His face scrunches in a wince at the sight before you both, unsure of just how you’d react. For a small kitten lay curled up in a fluffy ball of snowy white fur, tucked and nuzzled into heaps of his old quidditch sweater. The small animal was seemingly unbothered by the newfound commotion that had entered the room, instead basking in the warmth of the deep green yarn. You even took notice to the lilac-colored collar fitted loosely around its neck, a small silver bell dangling from it.

You spun on your heel to face him with a raised brow, a soft smile fighting to tug at your lips and soon you couldn’t hide it. You were baffled more than anything. Draco’s cheeks were a noticeable blush pink as he offered you a hesitant smile, still looking rather panicked. “What’s this all about?”

He swallows thickly, his fingers running over his jaw in a nervous habit. “She’s…she’s ours.”

It took you a moment to process it as Draco shuffled around you, leaving you to look at the empty spot he once stood in for a brief few seconds before following where he’d walked. He scooped up the small animal with a certain gentleness that made your heart flutter in your chest, and she stretched tiredly against him. Her yawn had showcased perhaps the tiniest fangs you’d ever seen, the soft pink pads of her feet pressing to his chest.

“What do you mean?” You were still quite dumbfounded at the sudden news, your gaze flickering between the kitten cradled happily in his hands and to his hopeful face that you wouldn’t be mad at him.

“I uh…I adopted her,” he says with a nervous laugh as he looks down at her, a small meow escaping her mouth at the sound of his voice. “I know you’ve been missing Ophelia, love. And I know I’m not very fond of cats but I think I’m warming up to her, she seems to like me—”

His rambling is promptly cut off when she nips at his bottom lip, doing it again twice more before he settles her into his sweater on the bed again.

“Draco, I…”

“Have I upset you?” He asks, a myriad of emotions rushing through him that maybe you still weren’t ready for a new pet at that moment in time. “Love, I didn’t mean—”

“I love her,” you finally manage after he all but sputters apology after apology, a jittery laugh leaving you as your gaze moves to his. Your laugh only continued softly at the light swelling of his lip from where she had bit at him in a playful curiosity.

Now he was the one that had been baffled, dumbfounded. He wasn’t quite sure if he’d heard you correctly. “You do?”

You respond with the kiss you press on his lips, firm yet gentle as the shock you’d once been in begins to wear off and disappear completely. His persistent panic only settles then, his obvious tension relaxing as his arms snake around your waist and a sigh is breathed. You part from him only to kiss him yet again, your fingers brushing over his cheek as your smile becomes apparent. “I love her.”

The words are whispered in giddy excitement as your lips sweep across his own with soft touches, his hair brushing against your forehead in the close proximity. The exhale of his relief puffs against your skin as he kisses your cheek once, twice, even three times, your arms hugging around his neck. Your grip on him was on the verge of being too tight, but he couldn’t find it in him to care.

You release him all too quickly in his opinion, but his inner complaints are quick to dissolve when he sees you grab the kitten gingerly. Her contented meow is instant in your gentle grasp, and you can’t help but kiss her tiny pink nose in a shower of affection.

All Draco could do was stand back to watch the happiness dance across your features, to listen to your delight laughs as you spoke ever so sweetly to the fluffy creature. He couldn’t help the way his heart had been hammering away in his chest at the very sight, the way his smile was unable to be controlled at the sheer excitement you held. It had diminished any last traces of worry and doubt he had that maybe it’d been too soon. That maybe it’d upset you and maybe you’d think he was expecting you to move on. Any and all fears that had plagued his mind on the subject were gone at the way you beamed.

In that moment he found he’d do just about anything to see you smile, to bring you happiness. He knows very well that he hasn’t always been the easiest person to love, far from it, he knows that his life and his prior choices have put you through more than he’d like to think about. For if he did dwell on it for too long, he’d certainly make himself miserable because it still vexes him that you could love him so fully, without hesitation. But if there had been one thing he knew with certainty, it’s that he’d go to the ends of the earth just to make you happy. He hadn’t known how he deserved you after everything, but he was determined to give you all that he could.

“Have you named her yet?” You ask, pulling him from his daze and back to you.

He was distracted for a mere moment, trying to piece together what you had said because he’d been too caught up in admiring you. “Well, I…I was thinking Ivory. I thought it would be rather cute since—what is it?”

The corner of your mouth quirked up in a teasing smirk, your brow raising. “And to think you hated cats.”

He scoffs as he rolls his eyes, looking away from you to stave off his reddening cheeks.

“I do not hate them, I just never particularly liked them,” he grumbles.

“That is so untrue!” You exclaim, his gaze turning to you again, “You nearly declared war when Filch’s cat clawed you, Draco. If I recall correctly, you even said—”

Your words were cut off by his lips, for he didn’t want to hear just how right you were because you always are. So he quieted you the best way he knew how. The giggle it elicited tumbled from your lips and sounded against his mouth, fading away the more he had kissed you. After all, he had to make sure you didn’t bring up just how insufferable he once was in his childhood. But what was once an attempt to distract you became more profoundly distracting to him as your lips had him spellbound.

“Ivory is cute,” you murmur softly with another tender kiss as she paws at your hair, “and so are you, Dray.”

Her little meows have pulled your focus from each other and directed it towards the kitten in your arms who so openly expressed her feelings. Draco took her from your hands and kissed her head, and it was then that your quiet laughter erupted. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say as you try to stifle it, earning a narrowed stare. “You two look alike is all.”

His gaze only hardens at you before he looks at her, her pale blue eyes and icy hair too obvious a comparison to himself. But he will never admit that to you, you’re having way too much fun with it as it is. “No, we don’t.”

Your joyous laughter sounds once more, bringing the softest of smiles to his face. “Whatever you say, my love.”

In that moment your heart was full, because now you had not one love but two. The gesture was wonderfully thoughtful and entirely what you felt you missed, and while nothing could replace your treasured Ophelia no matter how many years have passed, now you could appreciate the old and new.

—

Tags: @amourtentiaa @hahee154hq @awritingtree @harrysweasleys @dracosathenaeum @snitches-at-dawn​ @lunalovecroft​

[rogues-r-we]

MY TOP THREE MOMENTS FROM EVERY CENTAURWORLD EPISODE

S1E1: Hello, Rainbow Road

1. all of rider's lullaby bcuz i love jessie mueller's voice

2. wammawink's introduction (not the title song, but when she first appears on screen)

3. the way horse says "if only i had it" in hello rainbow road

S1E2: Fragile Things

1. all of fragile things, i love the counterpoint of the two melodies

2. "hints of *sniff sniff* fig and *sniff sniff* yep. murder."

3. the harmonies on taurnado as well as the art for it

S1E3: The Key

1. Glendale snipping a little bit of Waterbaby's red (maroon? purple?) carpet

2. "and sometimes my facial features get kinda meltyyyyy"

3. frustration tears! its a whole vibe

S1E4: What You Need

1. Wammawink's tiny meme face

2. the tree shamans being snarky bitches

3. glendale stealing a tree child

S1E5: It's Hiding Time

1. Glendale with a boot on her head

2. wammawink fighting the beartaur while simultaneously being asleep

3. MORE LEA SALONGA AS THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN

S1E6: Holes: Part 2

1. our introduction to comfortable doug

2. "i traded. with gary." "what did you trade.....wait. did you trade me? AGAIN?"

3. judge jacket's song bcuz i love santigold's voice (i must listen to more of her)

S1E7: Johnny Teatime's Be Best Competition: A Quest For the Sash

1. the fact that this entire flonking episode is a parody of Cats (bcuz it is literally that) (i could assign each actual cat from cats a cattaur)

2. all of i don't know him bcuz its a BOP and splendib is wonderful (yes if he was in cats he'd be rum tum tugger)

3. "do you always talk at the same time?" "yes." "yes." "we do."

S1E8: Ride the Whaletaur Shaman!

1. Wammawink being into eggpregg

2. Horse being a realistic example of the suicidal thought process

3. Wammawink's fragile things reprise

S1E9: The Rift Part 1

1. the whaletaur shaman going down the steps

2. THE STORY OF COMFORTABLE DOUG

3. wammawink dealing with attachment issues bcuz same

S1E10: The Rift Part 2

1. rider and horse together!!!! it's jenna and dawn!!!!!

2. LEA SALONGA. SINGS A SONG. I LOVE LEA SALONGA. SO MUCH.

3. brian stokes mitchell my beloved, also nowhere king you absolute bitch (i don't hate him but i dont love him either)

S2E1: Horsatia Wighair Beansz?

1. "can we make s'mores?" "not that kind of fire"

2. "mmmmm boulder shoulders"

3. the look of the horsetaurs

S2E2: All Herd All the Terd

1. the fact that it's a parody of 2014-2016 tumblr fandom culture (which i can talk about, i was there, just on a different account)

2. "i am the nowhere king babababumbumbumbabababum and i have come to do jerky things babababumbumbumbabababum"

3. zulius and his stage manager persona

S2E3: My Tummy, Your Hurts

1. the puffintaurs talking like 1940s gangsters

2. durpledrop! it's fun!

3. all of glendale's talk and song

S2E4: Holes: Part 3

1. becky apples song!!!!!!!!!!

2. more underground centaur types!

3. holes swag. that's all.

S2E5: Bunch 'O Scrunch

1. gurple durpleton being voiced by eda from the owl house

2. whyyyy does wammawink have a helicopter

3. gebbrey my beloved

S2E6: The Ballad of Becky Apples

1. waterbaby's minotaur looking more like a stuffed animal

2. becky apples killing far too many minotaurs

3. rider being rider

S2E7: The Hootenanny

1. guskin the gophertaur, look at him gooo

2. i feel so bad for the mysterious woman

3. when they all come together being wonderful :3

S2E8: The Last Lullaby

1. all

2. of

3. it

[starsailorstories]

After many moons of talking about them with absolutely no way for new followers to find out who they are: BELL TOWN LEADERSHIP INTRO POST. (Image ID and intro blurbs under the cut!)

[ID: A digital painting of a “group photo” of several of my OCs, all of them humanoid aliens with bright white lights in the middle of their foreheads and all of them clones of each other, although there’s a range of ages and stylings, including superficial differences of skin and hair color, on display. They are:

Dialtone, seated in the center of the group, pale seafoam-green skin and hair, noticeably taller and thinner than the others, wearing a dark blue suit dress with a silver belt and lighter blue gloves,

Rugsy, perched on an unseen chair or table in the center top row of the group, bright pink skin and hair, wearing a cropped regency-style military jacket and matching knee-length pants, a red short-billed cap, and a rug like a cape,

Smote, leaning in on the left hand side of the group, late middle aged, gold skin, bobbed gray hair, wearing a heavy dark brown skirt with suspenders, a pale green sweater and knee-high boots,

Rosie, sitting on the floor on the bottom right, wearing a gray double-breasted military jacket with maroon buttons over a white dress, and a pink cap with her hair pinned up inside. She has gold skin and brown hair--the standard for cloned workers--and unlike everybody else who have long noticeable plumage where a human’s eyelashes would be, she has short eyelashes, marking her out as still an adolescent of her species,

Tuft, toward the center squatting next to DT’s chair, younger but not as young as Rosie, gold skin and brown hair pulled into short pigtails with blue ribbons, wearing a light green puff-sleeved blouse, a ruffly blue and white skirt, and boots,

Roco, sitting on a step on the bottom right, youngish, gold skin and short fluffy brown hair with a dark freckle beside her right eye, wearing a white vest over a pale violet blouse with a bow collar and dark brown gaucho pants with matching boots,

Rivet, kneeling at the right of the group, mid-50s with gold skin and graying, wavy light-brown hair, wearing a bandanna tied over her hair and brass goggles pushed up on her head, a yellowish-green puff sleeved top, and a dark blue skirt,

Bolt, standing at the back right of the group, also mid-50s with gold skin and short pale curly hair, wearing a loose, casual pink dress and a peach apron with some pens and bits of paper and ribbon visible poking out of the pockets, and with a magnetic reader--a stethescope-like instrument with a box holding a few lenses and dials where the part you’d put in your ears would be--draped around her neck,

and Shade, standing at the back and center of the group, holding Bolt’s hand, late 30s/early 40s, with silver skin and short spiky black hair, wearing a white jacket with a red necktie visible at the collar.

/End ID]

Dialtone (center), the self-described ‘founder, funder & primary operator of the best-kept secret in the inner rings’ is, as befits a former Receiving Girl of the imperial court, a highly accomplished piece of work--in addition to etiquette and ceremony, her areas of expertise include fraud, bribery, and their lawful counterpart capital finance. As such she acts as the face and primary provider of the Bell Town family and is regarded as an informal leader by most of its denizens. She’s Very Goal Oriented, which often means laying down harsh truths and unpopular decisions, working all night, doing heck all about her chronic pain, and getting bossy with her helpers. None of this makes her particularly easy to deal with and she’s the subject of reactions ranging from goodnatured grousing to outright mistrust and everything in between (and that’s just from Rugsy) but she’s also weirdly beloved, just because she’s so good at her job and so committed to doing it for them and them alone. The general community consensus on her is “she’s an asshole but she’s OUR asshole.”

Rugsnatcher “Rugsy” “the Legend”“The hot pink one, you can’t miss ’er” (top) handles training for sabotage, supply capture, and rescue missions; as well as general self defense. Before coming to Bell Town she wrote the figurative book on practical combat for decommissioned and escaped units, who are often vulnerable to being treated like pests to be exterminated wherever they wind up, and did a fair bit more than she’ll take credit for to spread the idea that they’re, you know, valid people after all. Before THAT she was an umbralis in a notably bad situation, a fact she mainly copes with by pretending she sprung fully-formed from the sewer slurry as an easygoing goofball who doesn’t take anything particularly seriously. Basically any time she’s interacting with another person she’s putting on a show, whether the main act is backflips or witticisms or shooting holes in playing cards. But beneath the facade she shows her audience lies true passionate intensity in the most Romantic sense--and if she seems a little antsy it may be because love, loyalty, vengeance, obsession and primal terror are pulling at her heels just a little faster than she can shake them off.

Smote (furthest left) is a retired corporate trade scandal: when she lost her leg in an industrial accident, it didn’t grow back, revealing a chronic disease of her tissue-repair system and a possible grift on the part of the factory that manufactured her, which had presented her as a first-rate unit worth a full workweek’s product. There was a lawsuit, Smote was decommissioned, and the rest is history--with her fellow decommissioned units behind her and a crowbar strapped to her thigh, she led a mutiny on the ship bound back to her factory of origin and steered them straight for Bell Town. Now she serves as a regular sentry but also leads a department that matches disabled (or sometimes just very young or very old) Bell Towners up with roommates and/or collaborators who have “complementary” disabilities, partly inspired by her use of her Very Loud prosthesis to guide her blind girlfriend Shadow; and in tandem with that provides eldership to the committees that help new residents settle in generally. While she comes off as a very no-nonsense Tough Old Broad, she’s one of the most philosophical of the informal leaders, keeping everyone grounded in the reality of their interdependence as a community.

Rosie (bottom left) has been organizing lux workers to fight against the dire conditions the cloning industry has standardized for them almost since she was first assigned, at fourteen. Now, two quinturns later, she’s the de-facto leader of Bell Town’s infiltration specialists, who--because of the general industry turnover rate--must necessarily also be teenagers to avoid detection, and she leads them like a beloved high school club president; energetic, charismatic, everybody’s best friend and toughest coach. Rosie is both a pie-in-the-sky daydreamer and furiously single-minded, which is a dynamo combination in a revolutionary, and her older sisters respect her for it. That said, they’re also intensely protective of her and deeply invested in her happiness, and there’s a sense that she’s relaxing into a found family at last at the tail end of a hard childhood. She will never be an ordinary girl, but she’s no longer the only one working to save her. 

Shade, Boltie, & Roco you know already from their vol. 1 intro posts...once in Bell Town they head up security & mission strategy, medical stuff, and literacy/education projects respectively.

Tuft (center left) is a former jetty girl (basically spaceship loader/unloader and bag carrier for passengers) and, maybe because of her unsheltered and cosmopolitan past, possibly the most salty and combative lux you will ever meet. As the informal captain of the Bell Town sentries, she spends most of her time working hard and keeping her ear to the ground to protect the settlement from potential threats, and the rest of it (together with other strong personalities like Roco) making sure no central or group decision goes unquestioned or unanalyzed. Her ultimate goal is consensus and the common good of all, but because of her suspicion of anything that remotely quacks like authority, she often appears in vol. 2 as a bit of a thorn in DT’s heel--and she kind of considers that her calling in life. Her deep loyalty to the cause, soldierly camaraderie with all the sentries and rescue squadron folks, and general sense of fun and adventure make all that absolutely worth it.

Rivet (bottom right) was a receptionist/assistant in a machine shop before she and the younger unit who was being transitioned in to replace her made plans to run away together and were summarily caught and decommissioned. She managed to slip off by herself before reaching her home factory but was pressed into service by some smugglers who, while they didn’t treat her very nicely, trained her as a ship’s carpenter (which, despite the name, in the age of radius drives basically means an electrical engineer). After an adventure too long to recount here she ended up in Bell Town, where her bailiwick is building whatever needs built and fixing whatever needs fixed, from appliances to weapons to relationships. She also prides herself on being the resident bastion of old-fashioned civility and hospitality, and oversees possibly the only mechanic’s shop on the capitol orbiter with a meticulously clean “tea room cubbyhole” and seasonal floral decorations (even if they are made of copper wire and component packaging).

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

I’m just gonna start by saying that I’ve already typed this whole thing out then my old as time computer died again! Anywho there’s tears in my eyes rn but I just hope I remember what I wrote in the first place😂

Hi Пчёлка! Which apparently translates into bee/little bee affectionate??? Bees are cute and you’re cute so I though I’d give it a try!

I’ve seen painted denim jackets before and every one of them looks so cool. I’ve always wanted a denim jacket though I do have quite a few cool jackets already.

How dare tumblr be homophobic against my half-assed flower paintings 😠 (Although I did see you were able to post I normally which is weird)

Fustercluck is stolen directly from my favourite sci-fi book.

Do you have a favourite book? Doesn’t even have to be for the plot it could be just for the aesthetic.

Love, just because just because it’s isn’t it my cup of tea doesn’t mean it can’t be yours! I’d never judge you for it, plus you’re not the first person to like it after I gave them a recommendation (you’re the second one but that’s not the point lol)

AS for Wild West Ronance all I’m saying is that for a brief period the Victorian era and the Wild West existed at the same time. Imagine... Nancy goes with her father who is attending to business across sea Canada/America doesn’t matter, they get there and he leaves Nancy alone for a bit so she’s decides to take a walk (bringing a shot gun in case) so she like sitting somewhere in a full Victorian dress reading and holding a shot gun, enter stage left COWBOY Robin!!! Hat, boots, and horse, who sees this beautiful lady readin AND HOLDING A GUN! That’s all I have to say thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Ah yes, Alvvays, my sweet, sweet Canadian band WHO STILL HASN’T RELEASED CANADIAN TOUR DATES(I may be a bit salty about that)

All three of those music recs are lovely!

99 Luftballons will always be bright red and childhood memories, Twinkle Lights is giving electric purple and sleepovers at your friend house in summer without A/C but also driving around in the middle of summer, Atom is bright orange (like max’s hair, or cheese) and also jumping on the trampoline.

YES! I am a Paramore fan they’re my second favourite band. This Is Why sounds like the colour maroon but with a bit of blue added in, not enough for it to be purple but enough the darken and mute the red.

One last thing about music but both Paramore and Alvvays are releasing new music for the first time since 2017 (Very Online Guy has been stuck in my head since it came out and I may be going a bit crazy) but all that with MOSS just being released means I’m being very musically fed. Blue rev comes out in 12 days and I am HYPED!

I actually had to look at up what a bradford pear was, here we have so many cottonwood trees I always feel so bad for people with a cotton allergy.

I guess that is a bit gay of me, speaking of gay I need more piercings! Yeah, I have decided on the hair I just have to go pick up the dye!

Do you have any pets? I have many but I also don’t want to be the weird one

As for the mutual thing, that’s for me to know and for you to (possibly) figure out.

A bit of a Victorian sign off today!

Sincerely and entirely yours

-el

Hello sweetheart! I’m so sorry your computer is being homophobic. Damn those Boomers and old people 🤪

I think I’m going to melt at that nickname. Little bee? 🥺 I love bees so much. That just made my brain go ahdjskjdkeksk. You think I’m cute? Yet again I say lord have mercy on my poor gay heart. I just know you are adorable as hell.

They’re so much fun to paint! Maybe one day I could paint one for you, if you’d like. Jackets are the coolest! Maybe it’s just because I’m bisexual, but layers!!! Jackets, button ups, flannels my beloved. I have a particular love for denim jackets tho

Oh, what book? I fucking love sci-fi dude

Oh lord, I love a lot of books, it’s hard to pick favorites. Ask me to pick a favorite child, why don’t you? You’ve found another subject I don’t know how to shut up about. But in all seriousness, The Hunger Games and The Hobbit were both very important to middle school me and I love them still very much. Also The Giver. I haven’t read as much recently because school gets in the way, but I loved “Leah On the Offbeat” by Becky Albertalli (god I related so much to Leah it’s not even funny) and “Crier’s War” by Nina Varela (enemies to lovers my beloved) are both recentish reads that I adored! How about you? Any favorite books?

Oh I’m aware! I say it all in jest, I swear <33

OH OH OH YOU ARE SO RIGHT. I see your cowboy Robin and I raise you: Outlaw Robin. Featuring Victorian Nancy with her gun seeing this swaggering cowgirl who speaks multiple languages and has a Secret Backstory roll into town, then seeing her wanted poster and deciding to try a little bounty hunting while also being hopelessly intrigued by her 👀 Is this AU sitting in my WIPs? I will confirm nothing—

El, darlin’, I could listen to you describe music in colors all day. That is so cool, and they sound so accurate!!! Atom is so orange, yes, and your imagery for Twinkle Lights? Astounding.

That makes so much sense! I love it so much already and I legitimately cannot wait for an album from them. I have been obsessed since I first heard The Only Exception. Last Hope remains one of my favorite songs in the history of ever and I WILL belt it full volume any chance I get.

!!!!! I’m so excited!!! I will have to listen to it all. We really are being musically spoiled this year and I am loving every second of it.

They look pretty, smell terrible, and are my worst seasonal allergy 💔 My parents both have trouble with the cottonwoods but thus far I’ve somehow ended up lucky enough not to inherit that one lol

Piercings YES, those are so hot and cool. I don’t have any yet, but I’ve been dying to finally get my ears pierced. I’m hoping to have a good chance to do it over fall break or something

Oh gosh, if you count with me now, I would say no because college, but back home is a farm so we have MANY. Dogs, cats, horses, goats, donkeys, you name it. No cows tho. I’ve always wanted a fluffy cow 😂 Do you have pets? I’m happy to hear about them <33

Darn, but incredibly fair! The mystery makes it fun, I am simply curious. Tell me one thing, perhaps? Are you from the US? If you’re not comfortable sharing/want to keep the mystery, that’s cool too of course!

Affectionately yours,

- Max/Lo