#no cuz i look back and go like…. damn those days were DARK

[tchouameninga]

everyone calling us spoiled for calling the 18/19 and 20/21 season “the trenches” 😔 maybe we ARE the problem

[lurochar]

Racy Reverie

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18+ MDNI

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“Finally, you don't know how much I need this!”

You smiled at Angel Dust, who collapsed on the opposite side of the couch from you. “I don't mind talking about your job if you need to, Angel.”

“You sure ‘bout that, Toots?” Angel Dust snickered at you, but then sighed almost wearily. “Not sure why you're the only one willing ta listen to me after a hard day, ya know? I mean, everyone in this hotel is a secret freak, right?”

You blinked.

“Little Miss Sunshine and Vagina – you've heard them go at it when they forget to put up their soundproof barrier, huh? Like damn, wonder who's using the strap there?”

That was true, they were quite loud when they failed to remember that important little detail.

“And c’mon, ya think that pussycat wasn't drowning in pussy himself back when he was an Overlord? Or maybe he likes cock better? I can’t tell with that guy. He’s got a good poker face, I can tell you that much.”

Honestly, you had no idea either which gender Husk preferred – he would probably choose a bottle of booze rather than a warm body if you had to guess.

“And Snakes? He has two dicks. Nuff said about that. And he calls me the whorebug?” Angel Dust scoffed. “And Niffty? Uhh, yeah, let’s… let’s just not get into her little mind of horrors.”

Well said.

“And so,” Angel Dust glanced up, a frisky smile suddenly gracing his face, “that just leaves you and Smiles. Spill, Toots. No need to be shy ‘round me. Don’t hold anything back. Everyone here knows you’re both a ‘thing’. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Creepy is into some fucking weird shit, isn’t he?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Alastor… isn’t–” You struggled to put it into exact words. “He doesn’t, well…” You scratched the side of your head in frustration.

“Ah, is he pulling the whole ‘proper gentleman’ bullshit? Doing the courting thing?” Angel Dust shrugged. “I remember you mentioning he died in the ‘30s or something? Does he really believe in the ‘no sex before marriage’ crap? Cuz let me tell ya, I died not that long after that, people weren’t as proper as you’d like to think they were back then.”

You glanced away. “Maybe… that’s a part of it.” You knew Alastor had little interest in the more intimate aspects of a relationship and he had admitted to you he had never done anything with anyone in either his mortal life and afterlife.

Of course you desired to touch him and for him to touch you beyond his own little affections – usually him placing his hand on the small of your back and perhaps a kiss on your forehead.

Alastor was not an affectionate man and you knew that going in and you respected that, but he had never outright told you it would never happen and so you could only hope it may happen one day.

“But this is about you! I said I would listen, you had a tough day, right?” You said quickly, earning a sympathetic look from Angel Dust, but he got the message to change the subject back to himself.

“Bleh, yeah, you got that right! Val’s into this thing called ‘bukkake’ right now, ever heard of that?” He earned a shake of your head. “It’s some Asian shit. It’s where multiple guys cum on you. So I’ve got like twenty Hellhounds cumming on my face – and fuck, dunno if you watch porn or not, but the loads some of those dogs are packing! Felt like I was fuckin’ drowning–”

Your face felt hot and Angel Dust’s voice felt distant as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly swimming in experience either as you only had a few sexual encounters in life and none had involved… that.

What would it be like, Alastor cumming on your face?

Would you be on your knees in front of him? On a bed beneath him? Would he stroke himself to completion or would you use your mouth? Would he call you endearing pet names or be degrading towards you?

Oh fuck– 

“Hey, Toots! Still there?” Angel Dust broke you out of your fantasizing and you jumped, blinking and feeling your face burn with sheer embarrassment. “Shit, was that too much?”

“No, no!” You tried to wave it off like you weren’t affected. “I-it’s fine! You can continue!” You swallowed thickly.

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. I think I got what I needed off my chest. Thanks for listening to me, Toots.” Angel Dust stood up from the couch. “Wanna get a drink with me?”

You could definitely use a drink right about now. “Yes. Yes, I would.” You got up, heading over to the bar with Angel Dust.

Neither of you noticed the shadow listening in.

[sydneyhasdepression33]

She Keeps Me Up (Nickelback)

Summary: You are Rhys's little sister (only by like 7-8 years), and you and Cassian have been flirting with each other for the last few months. You want it to go further but he's your brother's best friend and he probably only sees you as a sister anyway. Little do you know, Cassian can't stop picturing you in not-so-innocent scenarios.

Word Count:  2.5K

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, might be some cringe happening so I apologize, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), light choking, and idk other interesting things. 

A/N: First time posting on here! Idc if you don't like this cuz I do lol. Anyway, enjoy Cassian ;)

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The sweat is pouring down your face and neck, despite the cold, snowy night air around you. You’ve been out here for hours with a sword in your hands, running through the training drills you’ve seen the males do every day. Up, over, down, up, side, in, down, repeat. 

You are so focused on getting the movements right, you don't hear the footsteps approaching. “Well, look who I found,” says a low voice behind you. 

Your heart races as you spin on your heel, holding your weapon level with the stranger's midsection. As you take him in, you recognize the winged male before you. “For the love of the Mother Cassian! You fucking scared me.” You say without lowering your sword. 

Cassian chuckles, looking you up and down. You are wearing leather training gear, with your raven hair tied back in an elaborate braid. Your wings are nowhere in sight, and the moon is reflecting off your sapphire eyes. 

You two stay like this for a few seconds, him standing in front of you as you keep your blade trained on him. You're the first to speak. “What are you doing out here Cas?” you lower the Illyrian sword, sheathing it at your hip, then cross your arms as you glare at him.  

His gaze is piercing, but you’ve seen it so many times that you're unfazed by it. “I was looking for you. Rhys noticed that you weren’t in your room, and sent me out to find you.” He grins. “But I never thought I’d find you with a sword in your hand, going through the moves better than any of the males your age.” he steps towards you, so you take a step back with a small smile on your face. 

“Well, you’ve found me, but I’m not going home till I get this down pat.”  You say as you reach for your sword. Cassian takes another step forwards, so you take another one backward. 

“I don’t think so, y/n. You can finish up tomorrow morning in town where the animals of these forests can’t get you.” He smirks, but you see a glint of something other than his usual arrogance in his eyes. Is that actual concern? 

Deciding you don’t want to play fair, you take a step closer to close the distance between the two of you. You can see his breath coming out in clouds and the damn smirk that’s still on his gorgeous face. You stand on your toes so you’re close to his face and whisper, “I’ll go with you, but only if you can catch me.” without giving him time to register what you said, you take off into the dark woods.

Cauldron boil him alive. Cassian knew you’d be in the forest, you always were, but he never thought that he would find you looking like a warrior goddess in those oh-so-tight leathers, wielding a real Illyrian sword like it was nothing. Mother above, you were beautiful. He almost didn't want to disturb you, but Rhys had been worried, so he’d bring you back to the house. Then you closed the space between the two of you, and he started to come up with other ideas that should not be going through his head. Gods, he wanted you so bad. But you were Rhys’ sister so it could never happen. That Rhysand would know about, anyway. He was about to cross the line when you turned the other way and disappeared. 

“Fuck!” Cassian exclaimed. He scanned the dark woods around him, but you were gone. Looking up at the stars, he started to laugh. You want to play? Then game on. 

You're running through the thick trees. You can hear Cassian laughing in the distance and smile to yourself. You know he's not going to go down without a fight, so you pick up your pace, looking around and keeping your senses on high alert for animals and Illyrians alike. You reach a tall tree just outside of a cave and decide to trick him further. 

You summon your wings as you run toward the cave. You only go in a few steps and then fly out and up a tree. Putting your wings away, you perch on a branch, waiting for Cassian to find your tacks and enter the cave. 

You're not sure why you have to constantly tease him, that's just how your relationship has always been. But the last few months have felt different. They have felt like you're not just throwing words back and forth anymore. The tension you feel when he walks in a room, the way your stomach lurches when he hits you with his signature lopsided grin, or how when he looks at you it seems to light you on fire.

 Oh how you’ve wished to cross the line of friends and be more, but how could he feel the same? He’s your brother's best friend and has known you your whole life. He probably only thinks of you as Rhysands annoying younger sister. He was sent out here to fetch you after all. 

A snapping sound from the ground brings you back to the present. You assume it’s Cassian, having followed your footprints. But the creature you see is not your handsome Illyrian. 

Your heart beats faster when you see the sheer size of the beast. It’s covered in fur, with a tail and a massive body. Its head is about the size of a boulder, and with the light from the moon, you can see long talon-like teeth protruding from its mouth. It's sniffing at your footprints in the snow leading into the cave. It disappears from sight as you slowly make your way down the tree where you were hiding. 

You have to find Cassian. And as if the Mother herself was listening, you catch a glimpse of his wings out of the corner of your eye. You quietly make your way to him. He has his back to you, so you sneak up and put your hand over his mouth so he won't make a sound. 

Cassian freezes. Then in a blur of movement, you're pinned to the snowy forest floor with Cas on top of you. 

Cassian's heart is racing as he pins the person down. He's been on edge since he saw very large animal tracks heading in the same direction as yours. He was almost frantic scouring the trees for you. But as he looks at who he has pinned, he heaves a sigh of relief. You are not being eaten alive. 

Your eyes are dilated as you look up at him, smiling slightly. 

“We have to get out of here,” Cassian whispers. You nod your head as he gets off of you. But you're pulling him back down so he's flush against your chest.

Cassian looks at you with questioning eyes but you answer with a searing kiss.

You’re not entirely sure what came over you. Him pinning you down and looking at you the way he was. You had no words to describe what you felt at that moment. You just kissed him.

His mouth was hot and his lips chapped from the cold air. At first, you thought he was going to pull away and look at you like you were crazy, so you started to pull away yourself. But before you could fully detach your lips, his mouth came down hard on yours. There was heat and passion in the kiss. A hunger you thought he didn’t feel, but with the fierceness, he slid his hands up your shirt and groaned into your mouth which made you realize that you were not the only one who was desperate for the other. 

You broke the kiss reluctantly, looking into his dark eyes. “We should probably go back before that creature I saw gets us.” you manage to say between your pants. Cassian simply nods and you are up in the sky. 

Cassian always prided himself on being able to keep his composure, but flying back to Windhaven with you in his arms, kissing his neck, and winding your fingers through his unbound hair was going to shatter him. He lands hard on the doorstep, letting you stand on your own. He pushes the door open to find the house empty. 

You walk over to the kitchen table, where a note is placed. You turn to face him, reading what is on the paper. “Rhysand had to go back to Valaris, so we have the house to ourselves.” The smile you gave him was pure sin. 

Cassian didn’t have control over his own body when it closed the distance and connected your lips to his. His hands went straight to your waist to pull you closer, as yours wound through his wind-swept hair. The noises that came from your mouth had Cas wrapping your legs around him and moving to the closest bedroom. 

What Cassian would never be able to forget was how much he loved it when you said “What’s wrong with right here on the counter?” His knees almost gave out. He set you on the edge of the counter while sliding his hands up your training shirt to take it off. You were just as eager as you undid the laces of his pants, making him lean into your touch and groan. 

He was big. You’ve been with males before, but never one who compared to Cassian. He was working on your tight pants as you started kissing his neck, leaving marks along his jaw and shoulder. He tasted like night air and sweat, and Mother was it sexy. Keeping your hand in his unbound pants, you moved to get closer, but he held you still.

“You keep doing that love, and this will be over far sooner than I want it to be,” Cassian growled in your ear, making a surge of heat go straight to your core. 

Cassian pulled down your leggings and sucked in a deep breath, and you remembered that you had nothing on underneath them. What can you say, it's more comfortable to train with just the leggings. Next thing you know, you're laying flat on your back and Cassian has his head between your legs, looking you dead in the eye. 

“If you want me to stop, I will.'' The look on his face is one of the most serious you’ve seen. You nod your head.

“I don’t want you to stop Cass.” You reply with a shaky breath. 

He smirks and dives in. 

He licks your slit and feels you shiver and gasp at the action. So he does it again, and again. You taste so good, he’ll never be able to get enough of you, and by the way you’re moaning and gripping his hair, you’re loving this. His hands move up your thighs to your hips and squeeze. At the same time, he bit down on her clit. 

“Cassian!” you cry out. Your voice was music to his ears, encouraging him to go faster. He added a finger to tease your entrance, and without warning plunged in.

His finger hit a spot in you that you didn’t know existed. Arching your back off the counter as he ate you out like a starved male, you threaded your fingers threw his hair and pulled him away from you. He looked up at you with a question in his eyes. Do you want to stop? 

“I want you inside me, now Cass.” That was all you said. 

Cassian hauled you up and took you to your bedroom. The whole way there you were stripping both of your remaining clothes, leaving a trail down the hall and up the stairs. Cassian's lips leave open-mouthed kisses on any bare skin he can reach and your combing your fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of him underneath you. 

Next thing you know, your back hits your massive Illyrian bed, and a massive Illyrian is on top of you, staring down at you with dark hungry eyes. His mouth connects with yours and you wrap your legs around his waist, being careful of his wings. You groan into him at the feeling of his hard cock pressed against your entrance. Cassian takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Not wanting to be outdone, you trace your hand over where his wing connects to his muscular back. He growls and bites down on your bottom lip then goes to bite down on where your shoulder and neck join. 

“Cassian, if you're going to fuck me, fuck me already.” You said and his teeth grazed the top of your breast.

“Needy are we?” He takes his lips off my skin. You’re about to protest, but all that comes out is a loud moan as Cassian lines up with your entrance and thrusts in. 

“Mmmh love you feel so good wrapped around me and moaning under me.” His words are dripping with lust as he starts to pick up his pace and devour your lips. 

Your skin is on fire and you feel a tell-tale knot forming in your lower stomach. It’s almost too much when you run your nails down his back and he moans as you brush against his wings. You feel his cock twitch inside you, so you wrap your legs around his waist and full-on caress the leathery membrane. 

Cassian stops his movements, and in a split second his large hand is wrapped around your throat, not stopping air flow, but it's enough pressure that you stop touching his wings. “Think you can top from down there?” he growls getting closer to your ear. “I don’t think so love.” his thrusts become punishingly fast and hard. 

The whole bed is shaking as you tilt your head back, Cassian's hand still holding you down by your throat. You smile at the feeling, but it’s soon replaced with a scream that sounds like the Illyrian's name when he uses his free hand to play with your clit. 

“Cas- I’m so close, pleas-” 

You fall, no hurl, over the edge when Cass whispers “Cum for me beautiful, let me see you come undone.” and come undone is exactly what you do. 

Your vision is spattered with stars as wave after wave of pleasure comes crashing down on you. Cassian isn’t far behind you. Two sloppy thrusts later and the male is practically roaring as his release hits him. 

He falls to his side beside you, both of you are breathing heavily and are covered in a sheen of sweat. You look over at him, expecting him to get up and head to his part of the house, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gets up and goes to get a wet cloth and cleans you both up.

“Cass,” you start, but he silences you with a kiss.

“We’ll talk in the morning. Right now I just want to fall asleep with you. Okay?” The look in his eyes melts your heart. How could you say no to him?

“Okay,” you reply and snuggle closer to his warm chest.

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Thanks for reading!

[nilolol30]

Your last one shot, is so cool! Kinda curious if you can make a prequel of it?

Sorry this took a bit ^^

You know those old TV movies about teens sneaking out and climbing out the window? They never show how damn difficult it is to do that the frame was digging into your skin as you slid out trying to keep as quiet as possible to not wake up your brother.

You'd think Macaque knowing you would have to sneak out he would teach you stealth first but unfortunately you were proven wrong on your first day of training.

But you put your complaints aside when you managed to climb down the metal stairs of the fire escape and walk out though the small ally it's extremely early in the morning still dark then a purple face appears in your shadow.

Then you fall through a portal your feet landing on the wooden floor boards Macaque always gives a small heads up when he does this since you gave him a ears full when he scared the soul out of you.

"Had fun crawling out of windows kiddo?" Macaque chuckled leaning on a wall with a half eaten mango you rolled your eyes of course he was watching "Couldn't you just portal me from my room?"

"I could but I don't think you'd like to break the news to your bro if he catches you sneaking through the window you can just say your sneaking to a secret partners place or just going out" well Macaque has a point.

"Now stop talking and get to stretching kid" and so the lesson begins Macaque guiding you with stretching and after he throws you your weapon a nearly exact replica of Macaques obviously not made of shadows.

"Alright where gonna be working on blocking today I'll attack you and you focus on only blocking it" you glance at your weapon then at Macaque with a brow raised.

"So you're just going to smack me around till I fall over?" Macaque laughed summoning his own weapon "Pretty much how c'mon reddy yourself cuz I'm only holding back a little"

31

31 times you've either been hit or fell on the floor.

THUNK

Make that 32 you sat up from the floor rubbing the back of your head groaning at the feeling of the back of your head pulsing Macaque vanishing his own staff and offered a hand to help you up.

You take it "well you did a little better than I thought we are gonna have to work on your balance and awareness" Macaque pulls you up to your feet and ruffled your hair.

"Yeah..." You sighed and fixed your hair Macaque pats your shoulder "But hey you're getting better! At least way better than when you started now put your staff on the weapon rack I got a little homework for you to do" You whined walking over to the weapons rack he always gives you 'homework' to do but it's just studying different fighting stances.

Macaque hands you a book "Read that but I also want you to get in the routine of stretching even if you don't plan on going out or fighting it helps by a mile okay" you turned the book to read the back of it a little and yep same homework as usual.

"Huh okay" Macaque looks at you with a brow raised "And I'll know if you have been or haven't so don't think you can lie got it" you rolled your eyes and nodded.

You once lied saying you did practice an exercise at home but Macaque immediately knew you didn't and made you do laps around the entire city.

"Alright then get some sleep kiddo" Macaque opened a portal under your feet and you feel through again but this time he teleported you right Infront of your window...jerk.

[4kiraa]

JOCK ITTO AND HIS “EMO” GF😱

nah cuz you can tell me itto nd his gf wouldn’t be total opposites…

cw!: fem!reader, talk of being emo☠️, reader just wears black and dresses kinda like those goths on pinterest that i be calling mommy, mentions of bullying really minor i swear, modern hs day au because i know absolutely nothing abt genshin LMAO. ALSO NAWT PROOF READ.

No one could believe what they were currently seeing.

A 6’5, jock who was known for being the “himbo” of their school, walking hand in hand with the all black wearing girl who was an entire foot shorter than him and who’s looks could also kill. whispers filled the air as girls who had been crushing on your bf since the dawn of time glared at your warm smiling faces.

no one could believe what they were currently seeing

JOCK ITTO! who for the past 2 weeks has been enchanted by you, a girl he sees every two days in the library either reading a book or listening to music through your black sonny earphones decorated with tiny little skull stickers. he was originally sent there by his teachers because he had been failing in almost every single subject. it’s not like he was dumb!…well ok he kinda is, but it was mainly because of his sports. being a jock with countless games at different schools along with practice was very hard!!!

JOCK ITTO! who told his gang of jocks about you, the mysterious and very pretty girl but was shocked to hear their response.

“oh, you mean y/n?” one of his friends cackled. “she’s no good news arataki” he said as he patted itto on the back. “yeah!” one of his other friends chimed in “i remember trying to askin’ her out once, she’s a dark beauty alright but man is she cold! before i could even finish she walked away from me!. im tell’n you man, shes totally stuck up” “ itto was surprised to say the least, ‘was that all true?’ i mean, how would he know? he’s never even talked to you before, he’s just stared at you like a lil creep admiring the way you brushed you hair , or how you would apply your lip gloss, and how- “you know itto” one of his friends said while interjecting his thoughts. “ a girl is the last thing you should be worrying about, we’ve got a game soon and our best player isn’t with us because he’s too busy trying to complete his homework” he was right, itto thought. he should be focusing on sports, not some girl. but still for some reason, he just couldn’t get you off his mind…

JOCK ITTO! Who after thinking about you for days, decided to go and talk to you instead of hearing about you from his friend’s experiences. “hey! i’m arataki itto, what’s your name!” he said while running towards you in the library “i’ve seen you a couple times before and i just wanted to say that-“ “SHHHH” the librarian loudly shushed him as itto covered his mouth. “sorry! n’yways as i was- he froze solid as your pretty mascara covered eyes looked him up and down, your plump lips parting to respond. “i’m sorry, do you need something?” itto, still frozen, started sweating. 'is she mad at me? why does she sound mad? is that always how she sounds😨?’ mans was stressed ok, and it didn’t help that you were a criminally beautiful girl because we all know despite this man being one of the most popular guys in school and having girl all across the damn country thirsting over him, he still has L rizz.

JOCK ITTO! Who, for the first time, saw you crack a warm hearted smile at his awkwardness, creating little black butterflies in his stomach. “i’m just kidding” you say will playfully hitting his arm ‘i’m never going to shower after this🫡’ itto thought. “my name is y/n, i’ve seen you in the library for the past few weeks, you need any help?

JOCK ITTO! who you now help out with his homework, both of you learning new things about each other. for him, he learns about your style and ‘dark’ interests. And for him, you realize that’s he’s actually not so dumb. and as the two of you gradually grow closer, the more stares and whispers that you both gain.

“Nahh, is that y/n and itto? ain no way😨”

“shut up, she’ll hear you and sacrifice you, i heard that’s what then emos be doing bruh”

JOCK ITTO! who after 3 months, finally decided to ask you out, fumbling over his words and looking like a damn fool if i’m being honest.But no thing could prepare him for your answer. “so you like me huh?” you said in a sly tone. “sure, let’s go out itto, show me a good time” then bro fainted…

“um itto, itto… you alright?” dw about him he just fainted from joy 🤗

No one could believe what they were currently seeing.

A 6’5, jock who was known for being the “himbo” of their school, walking hand in hand with the all black wearing girl who was an entire foot shorter than him and who’s looks could also kill. whispers filled the air as girls who had been crushing on your bf since the dawn of time glared at your warm smiling faces. But you didn’t care, and neither did your boyfriend.

LMAO I FORGOT TO PUT TAGS ND TS FLOPPED SO HARD😭

sorry ngl ts was ass at the end cuz this been in my drafts since 1987. also emorights ok bai:3 

[wearethekingdom]

Tell me about your trip bro >:3 seems like you got some really cool stuff!!

RAHHHH GNAWING. AT THE BARS IF MY ENCLOSURE RIGHT NOW!!!1!!!! i was hoping someone was actually interested in what i was saying cuz sometimes posting on here feels like talking to the wall. this is gonna be like really long sorry, you dont have to read it

ANYWAYS YES. So me and a couple other people went up to the north of ireland for a few days which was so so awesome sauce because i love drives. see i never say long drives because once someone got needlessly mad at me for calling it a long drive and started indirect posting about me but 4 hours is like the longest you could drive from one place to another here. so. its long for me kind of (ignoring my copious weeks-long US roadtrips)

we got to the place where we were staying at, the beds were so uncomfy think i wouldve slept better on the floor tbh BUT it's fine. we went to the shop because everything is like cheaper there and i got this blanket with ghost dogs on it for my dog cuz he likes covering himself in a blanket when he sleeps, its really cute so i had to get him a new blanket. then we tried to go out for dinner but told us we werent allowed in to the place we booked the day before because no minors were allowed in at that time like lad put that on your damn website then 🙏🙏 so we ate the random snacks we had bought earlier in our room, which was kind of way too delicious

DAY 2?!?!

We went to the Titanic museum cuz i like history and raujerng um it was fucking awesome, some of the workers there spoke irish which was so cool, i took some photos of stuff and i learnt so much about the titanic that i didnt know about. I also cried in the middle of one of the exhibits because i realised just the sheer amount of people who died and. yeah. but nah it was a great experience

then we went to some shitty science museum cuz it looked cool on their website but we were the oldest people there everyone was like FIVE. so we left quickly.

Then we went on a walk and it was super duper pretty, we also went swimming there, sea swimming my favourite thing EVER!! did some diving off the rocks, realy enjoyed that

For dinner we went to this like dinerish thing, it was really cool and the food was so tasty, we didnt get kicked out of this place (fuck yeah) I tried dumplings for the first time and they were actually really good like i didnt think i would enjoy them but yeah! i also got strawberry lemonade which i thought i didnt like for whatever reason but now ive tried it again i do!

DAY 3?!?!?

last day cuz i have school soon. SO we woke up super late and totaly overstayed but like womp womp owners didnt give a single shit. We went to the 2nd hand book shop where i got The Great Gatsby, Batman The Dark Knight, Lost in Translation, and even more than i showed so i also got Will Grayson Will Grayson, Catching Teller Crow, The Honest Truth and Wayward. They were all like 2 pounds which is so good cuz every book is atleast 11 euro back home cuz idk they dont like doing 2nd hand bookshops down there for some reason. Then we went to the vintage store where i got my postcards cuz i loveeee collecting old postcards with messages on them, the 1958 one is now the oldest postcard i own and its SO COOL LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, im actually so happy i found it. Also got those 2 ceramic guys, the hippo and the bunny, if you got a name suggestion JJ let me know cuz i havent named them yet. Then we got on the road back home where we listened to shitty drill rappers and irish rebel songs all the way back

it was such a good trip and i am yet again sorry this is so long

[k-renee]

this thing i wrote

topic : sad shit about jeff (and monty, i guess) dying

pairing : jeff atkins x poc!fem reader

a/n:: this is like 80% accurate and there's like ONE made up character. the brother of reader, essentially. sorry it's shit <3

jeff atkins had always been my best friend. since the day i met him. the day he died. the day i watched them lower him into the ground. always.

my twin brother andre and i had moved in next door to him and his parents. my mom had forced me and and dre to go outside until they were done unpacking, which wouldn't be for hours. so we sat on the porch, bored out of our tiny little kid minds.

then jeff came out.

he had skin a little lighter than his brown hair, but it was the summer, so he was darker. we all were. he had diamonds in his ears—and he was lying to us about it cuz they were actually rhinestones, now that i remember—and i thought he was so cool for that. i mean, dre and i both had our ears pierced, but it was different because dre only had one ear done, and my earrings were all kawaii and had faces and shit.

but for real, i think the coolest, craziest, most...exotic—if you will—thing about jeff was his eyes. one minute they were blue, the next they were green. it just beat me and dre's plain dark brown eyes that were so dark you couldn't see the irises.

anyway.

he asked us to play baseball with him in his backyard, since he only had one player. himself. i honestly believe he's the reason why i sometimes feel bad for only children.

so we did. and jeff was damn good at it. i don't even know why he asked us to play like he was up for a challenge, because he beat us easily, even though he was outnumbered.

but after that, it was history. we all went to school together. we grew up together. we spent all of our summers together. and over time, one more kid came around.

montgomery de la cruz.

and monty, he was an asshole. a stupid, insane asshole who was like two years younger than us only because he was held back. he was almost a spawn of satan. but he was our friend. we all changed together, no matter how bad of a person one of us (monty) was.

then high school came around. that…that changed everything.

those were the summers that i literally turned pretty. i started to sprout and grow into a woman, and monty and dre and jeff were all there to see it (kinda weird if i think about it now). and everyone noticed. everyone. but i didn't care, because the most important one, that was jeff.

and i was always in love with jeff, i knew that. andre knew that. hell, maybe jeff knew. but the summer before freshman year was when it really mattered. when i really felt it. he’d always have given me some stupid weird fluttering in my stomach everytime he smiled or laughed, but that summer—it was butterflies.

eventually, we started dating. “going out”, essentially. and it was great. i didn't need to argue with him because we agreed on everything and we always had since the beginning of time. i didn't need to be too scared to tell him stuff because he already knew everything. that is—or was—my favorite part about our relationship.

and then just like that, he was gone.

one hour jeff and andre were dragging me to a party. we were having fun. jeff had one drink. dre and i shared three cans of diet coke. jeff went on a beer run i told him not to go on.

the next hour, clay was calling my brother in hysterics.

i was screaming for monty and zach to drive us to the hospital. my nose was bleeding because of my blood pressure, and i had an ice pack on it on our way, but it didn't do anything because i was crying so hard. we got to the hospital. his parents were there. the doctors looked at me. looked at us. looked at our colored faces with no sympathy and told us jeff was already dead. lifeless, in a hospital bed. they didn't even bother cleaning him up. just brought him in and didn't do a damn thing to help save him.

and they all made up this fucking story that he had been drinking and driving. he was drunk, and that's why he died. he crashed on his own, and it was his own fault his life was over.

but that wasn't it. and i learned that two years after he died. i believed this false narrative everyone had made up, and i hate myself for it. i knew him better than anyone, and when i should've been there for him when all people were doing was talking shit, i wasn't. i let them talk because i believed their bullshit.

every day i think of how they put up posters that discouraged underage drinking right after jeff died. how drinking and driving would get you killed. were they not aware or sensitive about my feelings? our feelings?

jeff and i had plans. me, dre, and him were graduating that year. jeff got his full baseball scholarship at some college and i got into an hbcu on a 95% scholarship. dre was gonna get into something, we knew it. we had faith even though his grades weren't too great. we were all gonna visit each other and call everyday. and then jeff was gone. he fucking crashed into another car and it was all over. everything he'd worked for had all gone to shit because he fucking died.

and i hate myself for putting him in that position. letting him leave in the first place. going to that party with him in the first place.

then years later, monty was killed after he was sent to prison.

i'm not gonna say that monty didn't deserve everything that came at him. i can't deny that monty was a terrible person. i can't deny that he was a monster. because he was.

but it's hard to admit that when you grew up with the monster. when you were a close friend of the monster. when you loved the monster.

nothing romantic, but i loved monty. we all did. not because of how sick he was—he absolutely needed help—but because we knew him. those who need help get thrown in prison and are locked away from the help they deserve. the other, worse monsters, like bryce walker, don't get put in prison. walker did ten times worse than monty and only got a measly community service sentence. monty couldn't get half of what he needed because he was—let's face it—darker and poorer than bryce was.

and that monster died too.

maybe bryce's family feels the same way that i do about monty. they hurt so many people, including me. but i can't say–no one can say–if they truly deserved it.

the funny thing is that monty and bryce were friends. so i really don't know if they both deserved it or if they both didn't. and maybe you think they have more in common than i let on. maybe you think that they were both monsters that used people for their own satisfaction, for their own pleasure, and they ultimately paid the price with their lives. and maybe that's true.

but who fucking knows. we're not god out here, but nobody here is an angel.

jeff wasn't perfect, i know. but he was trying. he tried. we all were. we all do. he just wanted to cheer up anybody who he thought was unhappy. he wanted to help people. he wanted to have fun.

and that's all he wanted. he wasn't selfish. he wasn't a drunk bastard alcoholic. he wasn't a jock who was a jerk like scott. he wasn't a somewhat-okay guy who had a good heart somewhere like zach. he wasn't a monster that used people for his own benefit like monty and bryce.

jeff was an angel. to me. to his family, to everybody. and he deserved better. he deserved more than that.

[ashdreams2023]

Haiiiii :3 so I have a request but it's kind of dark and really specific so you might not be able to do it okay sooo

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending if you squint

Reader is an Avenger and is dating loki even though she had to fight him in the 2012 new York incident. Shes basically the glue holding the entire avengers team together, everyone loves her and she's probably the strongest avenger because she's a reincarnation of a really powerful goddess (yes this is important later on just shhh). The blip happens, loki has to go five years without her, and he handles it TERRIBLY. But when the blip ends, she doesn't come back. He freaks the absolute eff out and just falls even deeper into the depression that he went into when he first lost her. Nobody knows, but she's been kidnapped by Hydra and they are trying to use her as a weapon to take down the avengers by using mind control magic on her. One day a very powerful goddess like being wearing all black and wielding a scythe just shows up in new York kicking the avengers asses. Nobody knows who she is or where she came from but yup, you guessed it, it's her. Loki is the one who gets the (almost) killing blow on her, knock her out. He takes her mask off to reveal her identity and "OH MY GOD NO IT'S MY GIRLFRIEND I KILLED MY GIRLFRIEND" (he didn't) (she lives) (she's basically fine except for the fact she needs months to recover both physically and mentally, physical therapy, and normal therapy cuz girlies traumatized from being forced to try to kill her friends) (loki is convinced HE is the reason she needs therapy) he feels absolutely terrible for it and tries his best to help her with her physical therapy and everything else ((please keep it in character as much as possible cuz ik it's kind of out of character 😭))

Oh damn I’ll try my best 🫡

It’s my fault

"Brother…we must do this" Thor placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder, his brother looked so lifeless ever since he lost you, actually everyone just looked broken in some form or another, you were the one person that made everyone get along.

Heck you were the first to get over the attack on New York when Loki came to earth mind controlled, you’re the one who convinced people to give him another chance.

The one he hopelessly fell in love with, the one he felt not judged or compared to anyone when he’s around, you saw Loki as the person he is, not some big ego madman but Loki, an intelligent sarcastic little shit who just needed someone to believe in him.

"It’s our only chance, don’t you want to get her back?"

Loki scoffed "as if I wasn’t trying already, you’re acting like I never tried and failed, why would this time be any different?"

Thor sighed pulling his brother up by the the shoulder, Loki groaned but didn’t fight back, he was way too emotional drained to do something right now.

"One last time, try one last time and if it doesn’t work, then You’re free to decide what to do by yourself but remember you would be doing it for her, not anybody else"

Loki’s green eyes soften, glazed with tears fighting to drop "One more time, then it’s over"

Thor smiled "just once"

And it happened, Tony’s plan, gathering the stones and facing the army of Thanos, almost dying once again but surviving and winning the war.

Many familiar faces came back but none of witch was yours, his last Hope died but fell into a bigger depression hole than the one he already dug for himself and Thor couldn’t do anything, he promised to stay out of his way, even if it meant leaving him to suffer alone.

Loki kept himself locked away, he didn’t eat or sleep, he just stared at the sky and lost himself in those sweet old memories.

It wasn’t until a certain attack on New York that somebody reached out for him, he was sure this was some dumb joke, because why would they need him? But it also meant that they were desperate.

A witch, someone so strong, someone he didn’t think could even be human, he didn’t know what she had against Midgard but he had to help or innocent people would die again.

He takes a few blows before finally hitting a building and recking it on top of her, she passed out cold.

He ran and took off her mask, his heart dropped and that awful bitter feeling creeped again, it was you, and he tucking almost killed you!

It took mere seconds before he could get your body out the ruble and straight to the hospital wing in the avengers tower.

You were unconscious for three days, three days of him just holding your hand and wishing upon whatever is there to wish upon to get you back.

When you did eventually open your eyes you looked scared and confused.

"What’s going on? Where am I? Everything hurts" Loki just holds you tight, ignoring all your questions and trying not to cry in front of you, you didn’t need to see that.

After some time it gets determined that you need exclusive physical and mental therapy, you apologize countless of times for what you did, The team ensures you that what’s important is you being back safe.

Loki blames himself, he beats himself up every time he sees you weak and fragile, you don’t understand why he’s being so harsh on himself but you’re a just glad he’s by your side.

He attends physical therapy with you, you relay on his strong grip and take your time "thank you, I don’t know I would’ve done without you"

Loki gives you a painful smile "you have no idea how much time I spent missing you and I don’t care if it takes you more years to be fine as long as I know that you’re here"

[thedreamydemon]

I don’t know what I wanna do with my self-indulgent knox hillbilly fic anymore. Here’s some wip writing (some spice, 18+)

In the shower, you were washing dirt off your knees with delightfully hot water. Your skin still felt the memory of Johnny’s reckless touch. You knew things were going to be different now, but you didn’t regret it. You wanted to do it again. And again. And again. You smiled giddily into the spray from the shower head.

Johnny was waiting for you in your living room. You toweled your hair dry and put on a clean t-shirt and soft black panties. Something comfortable, but sexy. Normally, you would’ve at least worn some shorts around him.

Johnny definitely noticed your skimpy choice of outfit when you made your way to the couch to sit with him. His eyebrow cocked up then he quickly averted his eyes back to the book he was looking at, moonshine jar poised in the other hand… and the second you realized that book he was looking at was your sketchbook you jumped up and tried to snatch it from him. Johnny reacted quickly, he grabbed the book with both hands and tugged it out of your grasp. Moonshine splashed on himself, the book, and the couch in the process.

“Don’t look at it!” You didn’t mean to scream like that. Johnny knew you liked to draw. He knew you liked the comics. But he had never looked in your sketchbook before. It was almost like your diary.

You were standing over the privacy invader, between the couch and the coffee table that he rested his socked feet on. You made an attempt to snatch your sketchbook again, but Johnny was faster and stronger than you with longer arms.

“You know,” Johnny’s glasses were resting on the tip of his nose and he flipped through some more pages. “There’s a lot of pictures of me in here.”

Your face was bright red, but you plopped your ass on the couch next to Johnny anyway. You snatched the jar of moonshine from his hand, which he allowed, and took a healthy swallow. “Those aren’t you! You’re so conceited.”

Johnny turned the sketchbook towards you. His finger rested on a drawing that was undeniably him, with his pointy nose, dark eyes, and dark, gelled hair. “That’s not me?” He questioned.

“It’s not you.” You couldn’t contain your smile as you spoke the untruthful words and pressed the moonshine jar to your lips.

Johnny flipped to the next page and found another portrait of himself, which he flashed in your direction. “That’s me. Clear as day.”

You puffed like a pouty toddler. “It’s not.” You lied again and took another sip of moonshine to wash away your embarrassment.

Johnny was relentless with his teasing sometimes. He set your sketchbook down on the couch, on the side opposite you, so he could keep guard of it. “If I was a little more conceited,” Johnny started. He took the moonshine jar from you and had swig. “I’d think you had a crush on me.”

You let out an offended gasp and shifted your seat, causing the couch to creak. “No! That’s stupid. You’re my friend. We’ve been friends forever.”

“So?” Johnny purred teasingly. “That didn’t stop me.”

You eyed Johnny suspiciously, and damn if you didn’t feel a little butterfly in your belly. Though you weren’t sure if Johnny was serious, or if he was just being a flirt. “what are you getting at?”

“Remember that time we went skinny dippin’ together?” As if you could forget. Johnny leaned forward to place the now empty moonshine jar on the table. “I thought my heart was about to beat out my chest. I liked you way before that though. I probably shouldn’t tell you that.”

“Why not?” The redness had faded from your face and you pulled a blanket from the armrest over yourself.

“Cuz of Bam.” Johnny waved his hand dismissively. “And how you’re gonna marry him and all that.”

“I don’t wanna talk about Bam tonight.” Hearing your boyfriend’s name left a pit in your stomach. You shook him from your thoughts and scooted closer to Johnny. Johnny removed his glasses and draped his arm over your shoulder. Maybe you were a bad person. “Can I sleep on the couch with you?” You asked.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

……….

You woke up to the sound and smell of butter sizzling in a frying pan. Your sore body sat up to see Johnny making eggs and toast on your stove. Candy was at his feet, begging for scraps.

“What is this?” You questioned as you lazily walked into your kitchen.

“Making breakfast,” Johnny answered simply. He used a spatula to scoop a fried egg from the frying pan and place it on a slice of toast. “I know you always got a ton of eggs, so I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

Johnny smelled and looked fresh, even though he was wearing the same clothes from last night. He must have showered while you were sleeping. He even shaved his face, presumably with one of your razors.

“I just hope you’re not getting any ideas,” you said as you took a plate from Johnny and sat at the dining table. Johnny poured you a cup of coffee, and you plucked a half-smoked cigarette from the glass ashtray on the table. You smoked it as you watched Johnny finish cooking. “I don’t want you running around thinking you’re my boyfriend or something.”

“Nah. Not at all.” Johnny sat across from you with his own plate and cup off coffee. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses. He stared at you while he ate and you stared right back.

You blew a puff of smoke at him. Johnny gave you an annoyed look, but he kept eating. “Man, I almost forgot how grumpy you are in the morning.” Johnny finished up his plate. “We can forget all about last night, sweetheart. Like it never happened.”

You stamped your cigarette out in the ashtray. “No. I don’t want that.”

“What?” Johnny chugged his cup of coffee. He noticed the way your eyes shyly fluttered to the side, the way your neck was slightly craned, and that tiny, temptress curl in your lip. “You wanna screw?” He asked.

Your lips curled further upward. “If you want to.”

Johnny’s chair made a grating squeal against the floor as he stood up. He pulled your seat out and it made the same grating sound. He used his arm to sweep your plate and coffee cup off the table. They landed on the floor with an awful crash, and Candy rushed over to clean the food off the floor. Then Johnny hoisted you up by your waist and plopped your ass on the dining table. He gave you that devilish smile of his, the one he gave when he was feeling full of himself. With his hands on your thighs, he said, “of course I’ll screw you, princess.”

Johnny lifted your shirt over your head and you giggled, “On the table, Johnny? Where I eat?!“ You feigned offense.

Johnny ogled your tits as he undid his pants to free his already hard cock. “As good a place as any.”

Johnny grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table. His bare erection rubbed against your inner thigh as he leaned in to suck on your neck and grope your tits. You’ll admit it felt scandalous to fool around with Johnny after all these platonic years. Though, it didn’t feel wrong. You knew each other well, and you loved each other.

One of Johnny’s hands deftly trailed down your body, causing you to flinch when it reached your lower belly. Johnny responded with a love nip to your throat, like a rogue tomcat would do to the neighbor’s cat in heat. His hand pressed onward. First, he gently circled your clit over your panties. Then, his fingers hooked under the thin fabric to feel your wet folds.

Your hand was in Johnny’s hair, massaging his scalp, and you let out wanton, little sighs as his fingers worked on you. A groan came from Johnny’s throat, “I’m gonna make this whole fucking house shake.” Then he forced your legs open wider. He guided his cock to your entrance and pushed himself in, then out, then in a little further. His body was already shaking with pleasure and his breathing was becoming heavier. “Ah, fuck,” finally, his whole length was inside. “Lay back, sweetheart.” And you did as Johnny said.

Johnny positioned your legs so that they were resting on his chest and your ankles met his shoulders. Johnny grabbed an ankle and kissed the side of your foot, the arch, your heel, and he started humping into you faster. He gets faster and faster, until he’s panting like a dog and the tabletop is rattling. Your loud moans sang praises to Johnny.

Johnny looked down at you. You could see sweat already forming on his forehead and upper lip, which he licked off. “Tell me I’m better than Bam,” Johnny huffed out while bucking his hips into you harder. “Tell me I fuck you better.”

[lettersnorth]

The Waiting

Rising had secured a table and was looking at the water over the ledge of Fallgourd Float’s Inn while the other two would arrive. "Guess I never really stopped here before, didn't realize this whole buildin' was on a dock over the water. Well, everythin' is."

Riylli teleports in and immediately starts scowling at the surroundings. She grunts a little as she walks off towards the inn, spying the other two she had come here to meet sitting nearby. "Oy, why did we have to meet up at this place? Ain't Heartwood just fine?"

Aislinn had arrived at the inn just as the downpour had started. Because of course she did. Now she’s sitting at the table, shaking off the rain as Riylli takes a seat. “Don’t mind one way or another but we’re here and the rain’s started, so it seems a good place to wait it out now.” She glances over at Rising, with a questioning raise of her brow.

Rising: "Well it was a nice day when I left. An' I thought there was a bar but I guess it's jus' an inn? At least that's what it looks like, haven't asked at the counter yet but I don't see any booze or drinks or nothin'." she shrugged. "But was jus' thinkin' of changin' it up, so stuffy in that basement sometimes. Always rains in the Shroud whenever I need to go out in it, but aye, 'least this table is dry."

Riylli: "This place aint exactly a tourist attraction y'know." She says, then gestures behind herself with her thumb. "Don't you guys know what that is?"

Aislinn makes a ‘tsk’ sound against her teeth as Rising speaks of the dearth of alcohol. “It’s an inn. They’ve tables and meals, they’ve alcohol. I’ve stayed here before.” Her cheeks warmed in memory even as she spoke. She hurriedly follows it up with, “I’ll get the first round, what’y drink?” She pauses as Riylli gestures behind her. “The aetheryte?” She ventures.

Rising looks past Riylli. "Well you can't see it in the rain but there's that big hole from the calamity." She glances to Linn. "I'll guess I'll take some rum an' juice or somethin'. Or mead if they ain't got that."

Riylli shakes her head with a scowl. She seems to be extra pissy today, and the dark bags under her eyes likely aren't helping. "That's what's left of the heavenspillar that used to grow here. One of the greatest trees in all the Twelveswood, growing over thousands of years, destroyed in an instant 'cuz of those damned garleans. This place is a site of mourning if y'ask me."

Aislinn looks beyond Riylli, taking in the landscape as she considers what the Keeper just told them with a subdued expression. “Maybe that’s why the inn’s here, then.” She replied. “Pilgrims and mourners still need a place to rest.”

Rising looks to the aethryte and sees the stump of what remained of said tree. "Oh wow must of been huge...shame I guess. They were able to make somethin' of it though I guess. New little town comin' from what remained of the tree, an' all these other things growin' on it now."

"Hmph." Riylli turns away, leg bouncing in annoyance. She is quiet for a time, then admits, "My clan does come through this area when we make pilgrimage to the Lover's stone... So maybe. But still! We shoulda just gone to Heartwood! Or... Somewhere in Limsa maybe..." She says, seeming to mumble that last part as an afterthought

Aislinn eyes shift back to Riylli, astutely taking in the haggard air that surrounds her, the irritated bounce of her knee. “If it bothers you that much, it ain’t too much trouble to ride the aetherytes back to Heartwood from here. Limsa’s a right hive at the moment.”

"Hm?" Riylli blinks, apparently unaware she had even mentioned Limsa. "Oh, uh, right, 'cuz of the Heavensturn stuff." She says, then has another awkward pause. "...No, this place is fine. Sorry. Just... tired. Ain’t sleeping well." She shakes her head, then turns to Rising, hopeful for a segue. "So why did you want us to meet up anyroad?"

"Yeah rain has let up I guess an' we ain't order anythin' yet." Rising paused at the mention of Limsa. "...Yeah with all the holiday stuff right now. An' no reason sides you're back from Sharlayan...so ya know to jus' hang out again..an' invited Linn 'cause..ya know. Cravs ain't turn up yet an' we are all friends with her so.." she spat the last part out in a huff as she glanced toward the water once more.

Riylli: "I'm sure she's fine. I know I wasn't there, but, what kinda Sea Wolf would get lost at sea? Don't make sense, she's gotta just be layin' low for a while 'till the heat’s off her. Classic play."

There’s a pause as something stark flits across Lin’s face. There and gone. “She’ll turn up.” She says, but it’s a touch too quiet and small. Shaking her head, she gets to her feet. “Right, then. Drinks.” She briskly rebounds. “Last chance to tell me your order, Riylli. Otherwise don’t blame me when I come back with some rotgut they had on special.” She was probably joking.

Riylli groans a little. "...Mead then. But, small, I can't get drunk today..."

[iwritesmutnottragedy]

Coco stood on the outskirts of the music festival, surrounded by the deafening sounds of live music and partying college kids. The crowd was rowdy, and the atmosphere chaotic. Despite his stoic demeanor, Coco felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as the noise triggered his PTSD from his time in the Marines. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but to no avail.

He spotted a nearby vending booth and quickly made his way towards it, seeking refuge from the commotion.

Coco stepped inside the small booth, and the noise from the festival instantly reduced to a dull hum. The space was cramped, but it was a small oasis of solitude. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths and trying to regain his composure.

As he stood there, a woman came into the booth. She was shorter than him, with a bohemian flair in her attire and hair.

Sara smiled wide and friendly when she saw Coco, though something about the way he held himself had her just a little bit cautious.

"Hey is there anything I can do to help you?" She immediately returned to her spot behind the table laid out with different handmade bracelets and earrings. It was the last day of the festival and she was trying to get rid of as much merch as she could, but that motivation was also severely dampened by her social battery being on near empty.

Coco looked up, his expression still tense. "Nah, I'm good," he said gruffly. He glanced over at the bracelets and earrings she had laid out on the table, his gaze lingering on the intricate designs. Despite his rough exterior, there was something about the craftsmanship of the jewelry that caught his eye.

He looked at her then, his initial wariness slowly fading. "You make all this yourself?”

"Most of it. Some of the stones I buy cuz I can't exactly make those." She explained. The entire booth was an eclectic combination of wearable crafts and paintings and prints. Most of them, had some kind of overlaying Mesoamerican theme- specifically mayan. There were trippy watercolor paintings of glyphs and obsidian arrowhead jewelry.

"Well, I was just about to pop in the back for a smoke break. You're welcome to hang out in here as long as you want- I don't really give a shit. But, " her large brown eyes looked over him for a moment taking in the 10th set of his job the way that his posture was still a little bit guarded.

" You're also welcome to join me if you want."

Coco considered for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I could use a smoke," he said, his voice gruff but softer than before. He pushed himself off the wall, his movements still a bit tense, and followed her to the back of the booth.

As they settled into a secluded spot, Coco pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, passing the pack to Sara. "So, you a student or something?" he asked, studying her with his sharp, observant eyes.

She smiled but raised her hand at the offered cigarette, "Thanks I appreciate that-- I only smoke green though." She reached into her pocket to pull out a joint from her tiny stash box.

"Student? I look that young?" Her dark eyebrows went up with surprise. "Nah, I dropped out of high school, only did a couple semesters of art school with a GED. I mostly just travel from gig to gig selling art. You?"

Coco let out a low whistle, a hint of respect in his voice. "High school dropout running her own gig, selling art? I gotta respect the hustle," he said, leaning against the wall as he smoked his cigarette.

"Me? I was in the Marines until recently. Got out a few months ago," he said with a shrug, his eyes flickering away for a moment.

"Damn," She muttered, taking a hit from the joint and then offering it to him. Then she continued her thought around a large exhale of smoke pointed towards the sky.

"Marines. What was that like? Rough?" She'd never even considered going the army route so she couldn't hide the obvious curiosity at his experience. "My parents were too hippie to let me even think about joining the military."

Coco took the joint from her and took a hit, letting out a plume of smoke. "Rough," he agreed, his expression clouding over for a moment as he remembered his time in the service. "But I made it through," he added, his voice quiet but with an edge of pride.

He handed the joint back to her and chuckled. "Hippie parents, huh? No wonder you dropped out of school. I bet that went over well.”

She let out a laugh, "Believe it or not they still weren't thrilled."

After she took the joint back and took another drag she sat up a little straighter and offered her hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Sara."

Coco took her hand and shook it, his grip firm but not overly so. "Name's Coco," he replied, his eyes taking in the sight of her bohemian attire and carefree demeanor. "What's with all the Mayan-inspired stuff?" he asked, gesturing to the merchandise in the booth.

She could feel the callouses on his warm palm and it sent a small pleasant shiver down her spine. When he brought up her art she couldn't help but blush, her gaze dropping down to her open tied sandals. "It's a special interest, I guess. My dad's side are Salvadoraño so it comes from an interest in the heritage there...Kinda weird, I know."

Coco noticed the way she blushed and her eyes dropped to her feet, and he felt a small pang of... something, sympathy maybe? "Nah, not weird," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "I get it. Everybody’s got their own thing they’re into."

He raised an eyebrow. "Salvadoran, huh? That explains the dark eyes and hair. You speak Spanish?”

"My other side is Ashkenazi so I think the dark features were in my cards regardless." Though that had her regarding him in turn. He was obviously also latino, but she wasn't arrogant enough to guess where his genes were from on a map. Her posture relaxed a little but she continued to look sheepish.

"Eh, un penquito para-- I'm really bad at it. I can read it OK though."

Coco chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. "Well, at least you tried. That's more than most people can say."

He took another drag from the joint. "You're full of surprises, aren't you? A hippie drop-out artist with a thing for Mayan culture *and* you're Jewish." He shook his head, clearly amused.

"Yeah, but everyone has their own thing. What's your deal?" She looked up at the canvas tarp above them and admired the way the smoke danced in the light.

"You've said you're a vet, what do you do now?" She finished the joint and tossed the roach off into the grass before stomping it out with her foot.

Coco watched her stomp out the roach, his gaze lingering on her small frame for a moment. He was trying to understand her, the way she seemed to exude a kind of lightness that he wasn't used to seeing.

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms, his expression turning serious. "I'm part of the Mayans MC. We're a motorcycle club, based in Santo Padre," he said, his voice almost defiant, like he was expecting her to judge him.

"That explains the cool leather vest." Again, something else she knew very little about. But it definitely sounded interesting. She lived most of the year in an RV, the thought of traveling down the road so exposed send a shiver of fear and excitement down her spine.

"I've never ridden one, too afraid I'd mess up. But they look hella cool."

Coco chuckled at her response, the hint of a smirk on his lips. "You're afraid you'd mess up? On a motorcycle?"

He pushed himself away from the wall and stepped closer to her, his eyes roaming over her small frame again, sizing her up. "You're light, you'd be easy to balance. Maybe I'll take you for a ride sometime.”

Her cheeks went hot as she felt his gaze run over her. Sara did her best not shift or look too self conscious, faking confidence as much as she was able to. She didn't consider herself to be very good with people, and even this small opportunity to socialize was a rare occurrence. Generally, Sara kept to herself so tonight was another anomaly.

"Sure. That could be fun." She found herself agreeing, despite her better judgement.

Coco's smirk widened at her agreement. He could tell that she was trying to maintain her cool, but he could see the slightest hint of nervousness in her eyes.

"It will be fun. Probably the most fun a hippie like you has ever had," he teased, his voice low and almost playful. "But maybe you're too scared.”

Something in the challenge of his voice made her stand up a little bit straighter a fire igniting in her eyes. She raised an eyebrow at him until to her head, "Scared? Why should I be scared? You'd protect me, right?"

Her tone dipped into something playful, and energy that she wasn't used to experimenting with. But something about the way that his eyes cracked over her body had her curious about what kind of reactions she could draw from him. She took a step closer, nearly closing the space between them. "Besides, I don't scare easy.”

Coco's smirk turned into an actual grin as Sara countered his challenge with a playfulness of her own. Her step closer, closing the distance between them, sent an unexpected jolt through his veins.

"You don't scare easy, huh?" he mused, his voice a low rumble. He took a step closer, bringing them almost chest to chest. His eyes roamed over her face, taking in the slight flush of her cheeks and the fire in her eyes. "Prove it.”

What the hell was she doing? This wasn't like her. She was a loner. She was careful. She didn't just invite strange men into the back of her vending booth and then.. but there is also something that felt kind of right about what was happening in the moment and she wasn't ready to put a stop to it just yet.

She raised a hand and placed it on his chest, between them. Both to feel the heat of him under her palm and also in case she needed to suddenly push him away. Then, her eyes never leaving his- she leaned up to press curious and slightly tentative kiss to his lips.

"Like that?”

Coco's eyes widened momentarily in surprise as Sara's small, tentative hand touched his chest and her lips met his. But the surprise was quickly replaced by an unexpected and undeniable flash of desire.

He was used to strong, feisty biker chicks, women who could hold their own against his rough edges, not artsy hippie girls who sold jewelry and made him feel things he didn't expect.

He brought his hands up to cup her face, his calloused fingers caressing her skin, and kissed her back, this time with a smoldering intensity.

She was surprised by the intimacy of it. Sara melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Coco's waist to draw him closer. Something about his energy just felt nice. The little worrying voice that should have been telling her to run away was suspiciously quiet in the back of her mind. Instead there was only a low pleasant hum of growing desire. She continued to kiss him and took a step back so that she was pressed against the canvas wall of her vending booth.

"Wait, wait -" she broke the kiss with a reluctant gasp. Her dark eyes looked up into Coco's with intensity. "You don't have a girlfriend or anything right? Not like some wife or something?”

Coco's body was on fire, his mind consumed by the unexpected sweetness of her kiss and the feel of her small frame pressed against him. But when she broke the kiss and asked the question, it felt like a bucket of cold water.

He gritted his teeth, the intensity in his eyes flaring for a moment before softening. "No, no wife, no girlfriend," he said gruffly. "Why? Do you have a boyfriend?”

She smiled again and relaxed against him, no longer worried that her impulsive actions might turn her into some kind of homewrecker. She brought a hand up to cut the side of his face and ran her thumb over the sparse dark hair along the edge of his jaw.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend-- no one. "

Coco's expression softened under her touch, the tension in his body slowly fading. He turned his head into her hand, the rasp of his stubble against her skin sending a thrill through his body.

He leaned into her, his body pressing against hers, trapping her between the wall and his hard frame. He ran his hands down her sides, stopping to grip her hips with a possessive touch. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "I don't share.”

Her admission that she was single sent a flash of possessive satisfaction through his veins. Mine. He pressed her against the wall, their bodies flush against each other, his hands on her hips, holding her in place.

He leaned down, his breath hot against the skin of her neck, and nipped at her ear lobe. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, you know that?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble.

Sara's breath hitched as Coco's hands slid down to her hips, his possessive touch making her squirm a little in his grasp. She felt small against his big, hard frame, but she wasn't afraid, not now.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of desire and curiosity. "Is this just for tonight?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I think I can handle that."

Coco's eyes darkened at her question, his grip on her hips tightening ever so slightly. He'd been with plenty of girls who had come and gone, but something about Sara made him feel like he didn't want this to be a one-time thing.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her neck, just below her ear. "No," he breathed against her skin, the word almost a growl. "Not just tonight.”

He pulled away just far enough to look down at her, his gaze intense. "But you should know, if we do this, you're mine," he told her, his voice firm and absolute. "I don't share. And I don't do anything halfway. You'll be under my protection, under my care."

He leaned in again, his lips hovering just above hers. "But trust me, baby, it'll be worth it.”

She blanked up at him as his words sink in. This felt a lot like going from zero to 100 very, very quickly. But when she tried to read his expression, she couldn't see a hint of a lie there. She couldn't understand why it would take only one conversation with her for him to make this kind of claim but the fierceness of it sent a shiver down her spine. She also wasn't sure why exactly she would need his protection but him promising it to her made a funny little flutter in her stomach nonetheless.

"All right. That's good, because I don't do anything halfway either.”

Coco's eyes flared at her response, a primal satisfaction coursing through his body at her words. She might be a hippie drop-out with a penchant for tarot cards, but she had a fire in her that he found undeniably attractive.

Without warning, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His tongue flicked out, seeking entry, demanding and dominant.

She met his kiss with equal intensity, arching her body against him and tangling her fingers in his hair to try and bring him closer. They continued like that for a few moments, the heat between them reaching a fever pitch until a soft vibration started from his chest that got her attention.

Sara paused, and pulled away as she realized that his phone was going off in the pocket of his kutte. It took everything in her or not to continue peppering kisses down his chest and take a calming deep breath before asking, " Do you need to get that?"

She didn't know that he'd been in the middle of a job for the club, or that he still needed to do the pickup before the night was over.

Coco grunted in frustration as the phone vibrations broke the intensity of their kiss. He'd almost forgotten about the job he was supposed to be doing right now. But with the phone going off, there was no way he was going to ignore it.

He reached into his kutte pocket and pulled out his phone, his gaze never leaving Sara's flushed face. He checked the caller ID and his frown deepened. "It's Bishop," he said gruffly. "President of the club.”

He held his phone in one hand, his thumb hovering over the answer button. He knew he should answer, but the last thing he wanted to do right now was to end this moment with Sara.

His eyes met hers, a silent question in them. "I need to take this," he said, his voice hoarse with frustration. "But I don't want to.”

Coco watched as Sara pulled away, a pang of disappointment in his chest. He wanted to ignore the call and keep her pressed against him, but he knew he couldn't.

With a gruff sigh, he hit the answer button and held the phone up to his ear. "Yeah, Bishop, what's up?" he grumbled into the phone.

On the other end of the line, Bishop's voice crackled through the speaker. "Coco, where are you, brother? We need you for a pickup right now.”

Coco glanced up at Sara, the conflicted emotions showing on his face. "I'm at the festival," he said, still looking at her. "Can it wait?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and he could practically feel Bishop's irritation through the phone. "No, it can't wait," Bishop finally grumbled. "We need you now. We're behind schedule and you were supposed to be here already.”

Coco exhaled a frustrated breath. He'd been enjoying the festival, enjoying *her,* and now he had to cut it short. "All right, I'll be there," he said with annoyance, disconnecting the call.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and looked at Sara, an apologetic expression on his face. "I've gotta go," he said gruffly. "Club business.”

She tried not to eavesdrop too much on his conversation but still picked up a few of the words exchanged. She may have been objectively more innocent than him but she recognized the term pick up and tried not to let her curiosity show on her face. Instead, she just nodded and understanding and offered Coco her phone, the home screen already unlocked and the contacts app opened.

"I understand. I have to get stuff put away to actually." Now that the flames of desire had cooled a little bit, she was starting to think clearly. Her attraction and interest in Coco hadn't faded in the slightest, but she did realize that it would be smarter to at least get to know him a bit more before taking things further.

"I'm going to be in town for the rest of the month, if you want to get together and hang out or ... take me for that ride? I totally be down.”

Coco's heart gave a little flutter at her words, his eyes raking over her face. She was a breath of fresh air, a contrast to the tough, rough world he was used to. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this drawn to someone.

He took her phone from her and added his number to her contacts, his fingers lingering on the screen for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll call you," he said, his voice gruff and filled with a promise.

And with that, he leaned down and gave her one last, searing kiss, before reluctantly pulling away.

[callsignbaphomet]

Weird as fuck dream. Just weird.

To top off the weirdness I had that same dream years ago and I mean years ago. There were slight differences but it's still the same.

Someone tells me about a place they wanna go to to do some shopping and they ask me to go with them and I agree. They tell me they're picking me up after dark (it's really dark and late but I never know what time it is) which is odd usually malls and stores close after 9 (at least here).

We drive to this very out of the way place and it looks like one of those fish/food markets you usually see in those old food travel shows (you know, Anthony Bourdain and such). It's cold as shit too but 9 out of 10 times my dreams always have cold weather. We park and get out and walk to the market but I don't see any signs or anything related to food or fish and at the entrance there's this long line of people in front of a booth and we make the line. Finally it's our turn and the person I'm accompanying asks for three and I'm confused as hell and that's when I see a sign written in black marker that says something along the lines of "beads are $5" and I'm staring at the sign and then look over to the person in the booth who hands 3 small bead bracelets to them. Kind of like this but they looked weirder, like the colors were glowing in some weird light coming from within. They looked really pretty but creepy as hell.

So we go in and it's stalls and booths upon booths and stalls of people selling all kinds of things. I'm in a corner just people watching and a few minutes later the person I went in there with comes over to me giggle like an idiot holding, of all fucking things, a goddamn Switch and says it was the last one. She spent the other two beads on some impressive looking make up and then we go.

Days later I'm curious to go and really look around and so I drive over there myself and ask for 3 like she did and the old woman at the booth hands me three. This time it's kinda stormy out and I walk in and look around. It's kind of like a maze but it makes sense at the same time and shit's really easy to find despite there being no signs at all and like a mall there's a section for food but there's no typical fast food you'd find in malls, there's only foreign food, mostly Asian, Middle Eastern and I think African (I lumped them all together cuz I couldn't tell which food was from where, sorry).

I wasn't there for food though, I got some make up and for the last bead I went to this stall with some cute shit but most of it was green and I wanted it in blue. I like green especially pastel green just fine but I always default to blue since it's my favorite color.

The two ladies in charge of that stall looked kind of annoyed that I asked for blue and said the others were just as good and I explained that that was true but my favorite color is blue and preferred it in blue. I asked if they were gonna restock any time soon and one of them said tomorrow so I don't know I asked to take a look at the pastel green ones since they were really pretty and was gonna get one so things wouldn't be so tense. Even in my damn dreams I relent and forgo what I want just to make sure no one's mad at me...ugh.

Anyway. I bought one and the more I looked at it the more I liked it but from the very back of the "market" I could see a lot of people running away and some were even shouting. Like a dumbass I go over there and there's a group of people arguing with some guy, can't really see his face since it's mostly covered by the hood of the jacket draped over his head. Thing is I know exactly who that is (he's very tall and black you know who I mean). He's arguing back but I can't hear a single word he's saying. I can hear everyone else just fine but not him. Idk wtf they're all arguing about cuz the people he's arguing with don't really make sense to me. They're forming sentences but I can't make heads or tails of what they're talking about.

So he's arguing back and the more he's arguing the angrier he's getting and that was kind of creeping me out like, the angrier he got the scarier he was becoming. As I'm watching him a woman (no idea who) comes up to me and drags me away to some other section and she keeps talking about her sister. That she can't find her sister and I got the feeling she was blaming me for it and I'm just clueless about it all. She keeps yelling and talking about her sister and I keep telling her that I have no idea who she or her sister are and she gets really agitated. Iirc a knife was involved but before anything happens he shows up and she suddenly goes quiet and docile. He looks even angrier and scarier than before and his eyes are doing that thing where his sclera goes blood red and his iris stay blue with a bit of a glow to them. He yells at the woman and she starts to beg and that just pisses him off even further and next thing I know he's got her by the throat but both of them are behind me and I don't dare to move and after some struggling sounds I hear this really gross cracking sound and then silence. He grabs my arms and drags me back to the marketplace and he's talking but again I can't hear him, I tell him I can't hear him and he rolls his eyes, his eyes are still altered and he looks pissed the fuck off and I'm super scared but I'm not fearing for my life if that makes sense. He brings me to a section of the marketplace I hadn't seen before and I noticed it's practically empty safe for some people still scattering about. There's a huge tunnel, sort of like this, and he points at it. Fucker is pitch black and I'm scared to go in. I look back at him and I nearly pass out, his fucking eyes look really fucking weird. Best way I can describe it is like his pupil and iris both exploded. This is the best example I could find of what I saw and still it's not really what I mean. Like, instead of swirls it's like a burst. He keeps pointing at the tunnel and I can suddenly hear these two growls of different tones and pitches coming from him. Not strange since his other form has double cords and when he talks (in that other form) there's two voices talking at once in a weird echo so if he snarls, growls or roars it's two at once.

(Whenever he's around either partially or full in that other form there's also a super faint sound like an old ham radio's static that you can hear and feel)

So anyway, I'm standing there scared out of my mind and he says something and I still can't hear him but then I hear gun shots being fired sorta close by and he leaves. Several people run past me and go into the tunnel so I go into the tunnel and all I can hear is agonizing screaming coming from several people outside followed by the scariest fucking roars and snarls I have ever heard and I swear it was like metal scrapping on metal and then I wake up. With a massive headache mind you.

This is what I mean by my dreams are absolute nonsense and weird as fuck. I like the weird hidden marketplace with weird currency thing so I'm gonna add it into Oracle somehow. Don't know why I hadn't the first time I had this same dream but whatever. To be fair most developments of Oracle came from weird dreams I've had through the years.

[gorematchala]

I've been playing a ton of shit and not talking about it but

Star Ocean 2nd Story (PS1) is already one of my favorite RPGs just like First Departure R was. I'm kinda leaning toward not liking Claude but its probably because I'm playing as Rena so I'm not getting his internal monologue. But based on his intro in the 2nd Story R demo and how he's acting about Dias I'm like youre kinda a dumbass huh. But not in the lovable heroic way Roddick was. But I think its fine if he kinda sucks, there's room for that

Umihara Kawase is another game that is like instantly on my favorites of all time list. I'm on stage 5 and I'm like okay top 3 SNES game. Could be top 1 but Hebereke and Star Ocean are on there too hehe. But its like a physics based grapple platformer and its so cool. I need to go look at the new one again even though its kinda uggy

I bought Mushihime-sama because I'm still trying to expand my shmup horizons but I haven't been on my Switch much because I'm playing Star Ocean 2 and Pokemon Ruby but from the 2 seconds I played it was really good

Kingdom Hearts 358/2 days, I'm giving so much leniency because I want to like Xion and I wanna experience her story. So far I've only done the tutorial with Axel and its a DS game so I dont expect much from it in terms of performance or visuals or whatever, its fine. My problem and why I'm having to exercise patience is that the writing of that series is so frustrating. The idea of that game is flawed. The whole thing exists to make the organization seem lamer. Like the mysterious shadow guys that were a big threat in chain of memories and 2, those guys all get together for meetings where xemnas assigns them busy work and they groan and complain about it even though i always forget theyre supposed to be emotionless. Vexen doing the Nagatoro crazy eyes all the time doesnt come off as hollow to me. It just makes me mad because its like FF7 where it could be great but a man named Tetsuya Nomura was handed a pen and paper and now we're here. But I will do it for her

I played 20 minutes of Izuna Legend of the Unemployed Ninja and I basically did the intro and then died to the 3rd enemy in the first floor of the dungeon but that game shouldve been more popular. It's really good but unfortunately it released on the same system as Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. Izuna sucks so bad I love her. The first thing she does is go to a shrine that says "this gem keeps the gods from being mad at us do not touch" and shes like hehehe all for meeee. Then the inn keeper is like I'm charging you 300x the rent till you fix this and shes like "we cant afford that, I will pay it... with my life" and she takes out a matchlock pistol and puts it to her head, and the inn lady is like yeah alright do it, and then you hear a click noise and Izuna is like damn out of bullets. I was like this is an insane way to introduce this character but shes my fail girl and we're gonna solve this curse together

The other fun thing has been playing Dark Souls 1 with my brother alongside his co-op playthrough of Smellden Ring with his partner, cuz DS1 is a good game and Smellden Ring is so bad that he has fully admitted I was right when i was bitching like a year ago or whatever. Cuz he took faith this time and now that theyve hit the wall of Mohg and Malenia hes like why the fuck is everything in this fucking game INT. And I'm like yeah dude, idk!!! But then like, we just did Sen's Fortress in DS1 and that place is so mean and fucked up but I was having a chill time just walking through all the traps and snake men and kicking my feets under the desk. DS1 is fully relaxing to me just like Bloodborne and most of DS3. Next time we play is O&S though so I'll get back 2 u on that statement

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Bradley GT" on YouTube

He said this is going to be worth so much money if you leave it the way it is he said you need rear view mirrors it didn't have them and he was oh yeah so he found somebody put him on there I said why is it going to be worth money in stock and here we go

Thor Freya

This was a Hallmark then and I know more about it than my husband and he came up with it. Back in the seventies the Bradley armored vehicle was a death trap using Israel and a bunch of people got hurt and they wanted us to get hurt and our people had to run and we ran out of battlefield we figured out what it was it wasn't too many of us I didn't figure it out but I have come up with a name and I knew about the incidents and the warlock for being incinerated in them and around them and quite often and they thought they were the balls because if they were riding this this is symbolic to The Bradley troop transport back then and today is much better but it's still sucks and it's dangerous it's a Target and it is a Hallmark and what they did with Brad and had him do to my husband indicates what's happening and it is also a Hallmark and Monica for our people to start fighting and get back at the satanists. GT also is symbolic and for us it's our code and we have people help make it and we used it and it worked and they all say it works for them

Hera

I'm in the above and we were talking about this almost all day off and on and she says I don't talk to her enough and it's true and I said that the bunny was giving me the cold dark eye and was just a bunny and she's not really happy but Bradley was probably my idea and they were trying to use it against us and mine and me so I decided to show them what speed was and that we can come up with stuff the superior and it stopped it right up their ass right in front of their nose right in their face and both of them really and they don't believe it and stuff like that but that's why I did it and I also did it because the Volkswagen beetle was a symbol of their Nazi Germany in the United States and it also was used kind of against us in Germany to create a war machine and a war to try and capture us and try and harm tons of people and threatened tons of people and for the bomb which we have involvement in. But really it was symbolic of using the framework and chassis of the max plan and the cheaper body to kind of ruin them and that was the max morlock and they used it as a symbol of what the max are doing and saying about them and in the war which is kind of what they do but the catch was the thing is damn fast like I said it would be but there was a lot of stuff going on in Hera and I in our mind together about this and a lot of things fit firstly the Volkswagens were going to waste and it started to sit around and that year and people are having this anti-nazi movement and it came became useful. Now times have changed. I have influenced a revival in the past up to I think what 2011 unless it's true it's around there some are made in 2017 up to 2017 from 1997 was revival of the Volkswagen beetle and it looked wonderful son says 1994 and it's probably much true cuz I remember coming out while I was thinking Wentworth and professor Green said you were talking about it all the time trying to design it so it looked right it's true too they handled like a Porsche it's like a poor man's Porsche and sold tons and he invested and made money and it's not apartments anymore because they don't produce it and it's sad but it's one of those cycles and where people stop driving them around because it's in aprapo but they saved them because they know what it means. And I have a solid idea of what it means to our people. And they have me designed to make the new Volkswagen beetle and it is symbolic of a revival of the Max and their Nazi campaign and it is theirs and they are the empire they do signify that with the beetle and the year it was discontinued is symbolic in the year it was started again as well and they say that the Bradley GT is their code but not so much because they're resisting it and it's not really that true because it takes their chassis and uses the chassis. Yours discontinued as you can't discontinue it we need our people and it started making Max the old fashioned way and it got missed because they weren't cloning that much and this will point it out because I will ask that they use the revived beetle and we're going to try and make ours and overtake all of the shops making it which is not really that difficult these hours are cheaper and easier to make stronger and faster and better and it also has a connotation to the ark of the covenant but not our version more or less it's the ark that you see in the movie although it is ours the transport bodies in it and it does mean that a little

Zues

It has a very deep meaning to all of us regarding the troop transport vehicle it is a Hallmark and it's going to be used that way and it's going to call forth all our armies when they hear what it really means because of Brad German and his attack on her son I'm going forwards with it now and they're going to make it regardless of what he did they think they're aggression is positive and helps them

Thor Freya

Olympus

You should learn something brad from the song in the post, from your people being slaughtered it's not like you think aggression is not good and I know you think it's good you have to cuz you did it after time you're going to see the code once you have them running around on their money on their dime and you see and hear them turn on you like I saw them chase only a few gifted people back in Western Massachusetts and I was horrified I've never seen people hate someone that much and it was an odd feeling I had I was wondering why they hated them so much

Zues Hera

I think it's because of what we look like and what we do and you say it's because they had to make us as a distraction didn't want to show you that they hate having to do it and now I'm gross down like that feeling I got with that picture of ours being roasted because they can't eat us raw it makes people stupid and sick I'm going to go to sleep thinking about it I'm going to wake up feeling better and I will say something I did that and it was wrong and people will figure it out and from the money and having Max money used against each Mac that their own personal money just like they used our friends money against us and he hasn't had money on purpose think about that for a minute

Brad

[judithan-fr]

ill just answer this here since replies don't let you type that much but. to put it simply: the accent system is fucking dogshit.

The process from getting an accent from conception to finally being printed is nightmarish. In order to even get the png prepped for print you have to make sure it passes the bare minimum qualifiers:

the accent in question has to have the proper opacity of line art and shadow layer visible. THIS IS COMPLETELY ARBITRARY AND UP TO THE MODS DISCRETION. I have seen accents pass that you literally cannot see the lines for how dark the accent is, or the opposite where the accent is so light they somehow got away with doing 2% opacity. This is the #1 thing that people get their accents rejected for. I have seen people ask 'hey is this good', be given a mod response image of 'i edited this to get it to standard and hopefully it passes' and then the image provided BY THE MODS STILL GETS REJECTED.

It cannot contain copyright material. Simple enough, yeah? Wrong. I have submitted over 50 accents over my years as an artist and I want to say every 1 in 8 gets flagged as 'potential ip infringement', which NONE OF THEM EVER HAVE BEEN. meanwhile other artists either have passed (OR WON FESTIVALS) with material that is clearly ip infringement. Or their accents are flagged as such even for having their own oc content that is a fan-character for an existing ip. (example i saw was someone's WoW oc that was flagged and completely rejected despite WoW not owning the rights to fucking elves or eyebrow hair. they were fully serious and would not allow it to pass until the artist changed it)

It has to maintain a set percentage based on what type of print you're using. If it's an accent it has to be below 31% coverage, if it's a skin it has to be above 32% coverage. THERE IS NO WAY TO CHECK THIS ON THE FUCKING SITE. YOU HAVE TO USE A THIRD PARTY TOOL TO CHECK. (which btw! third party tools are often BANNED by fr! so it's this weird hypocrisy of 'you can't use third party tools except in this one case where you HAVE TO')

and if you don't manage to pass everything here on your first go, each rejection takes 8-12 days to be sent back to you. The automated message says 5-7 but it's never that fast. And that's another thing too! The automated message does not give you any details about your order. Just that you placed an order for... something! It gives you a number and that's it. It could easily pull the name of the order, what print size you sent in, and even what the breed/pose is since that's all info you have to manually input! But nope! They don't tell you shit!

Also you don't get to chose what the preview for your accent looks like! If you have a full set of 4+ accents and want them to match? Boo hoo! That's too damn bad! Never mind that if you're doing 10packs of each of those and they're all skins that's equivalent to 200$ worth of prints but nope! Letting you customize your previews takes up too many resources cuz they have to approve of every single order manually.

It's a joke. It's frustrating. There are so many small things they could do before the Big Accent Update to make their lives easier that they just won't do. Hell they could even contract hire the person who runs ReSkin (which shout out! if not for them we literally wouldn't be able to check our UMA coverage percentage!!) to get a mockup for the coverage checker on site.

And again. Each rejection takes on average 10+ days because the queue is always behind. If you have to go 3 rounds that is A WHOLE MONTH WASTED IN LIMBO BECAUSE OF NONSENSE GUIDELINES.

And also! Even if you're reprinting something they still have to manually approve it and send it to you! So it still can take upwards of 10 days! There have been times I've put in ludicrous orders of 15+ accents and it took nearly two full weeks to get back to me. If I was in charge of a pet site and people were spending hundreds of dollars worth of premium on a service I would want that service to not clog up constantly. (Like fortunately since I've always done preorders I've never had to spend my own money but I am well aware that most of my customer base has spent money. Good money.)

anyway i'm pissed and until they make real effort on fixing the broken accent system i'm pulling from it. i'll probably still post the fest ones i have cuz it would be a waste but i have no plans on ever printing solo until the process is better.

(also this is in no way me telling the mods to crunch harder or anything like that, this is me frustrated that resources are going to Shiny New Breed when they could go into making the site even the smallest modicum better. i get change like this takes time but like, the radio silence we've had on when its estimated to arrive vs the radio silence on everything else that is indefinitely on hold does not inspire confidence! do not harass anyone on staff over this, this is just me airing my frustrations with the problems the system has, not the individual staff members themselves)

Until flight rising fixes its accent system I'm not printing any more of my accents. I'm tired.

[4acoffee]

No More Regrets

synopsis. Where the class of 3-A go on a beach trip before graduation, and secrets are revealed when you happen upon a sleepy blonde that you decide will be the perfect person to burden with your late night reminiscing. If he doesn’t blow you up first that is. 

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.6k words 

genres & warnings. fluff, swearing, aged-up slightly, intense first kisses, their hormonal teenagers your honor, angst if you wear glasses

notes. Reposting this because it was literally my first fic I was proud of on this site like a year ago, and cuz I just hit 100 followers over the span of like three days because of a sad fic. Y'all really like angst damn. The kiss scene in this fic makes me remember why I love him every time i re-read it.

Masterlist

The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week, a spur of the moment decision to get together to “celebrate all the good times”, as they’ve called it. 

Not that graduating would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.

It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasn’t a bad idea. 

Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore. 

You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.

Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back.  

With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.

Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked

As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls. 

“—Bakugou?” you asked uncertainly. 

He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach. 

You.” he started, sounding annoyed, “What do you want.” 

As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose. 

You bristled at his tone. Oh boy.  “— Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldn’t really sleep- so I thought I’d come sit here for a while.” you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall. 

He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. 

It wasn’t that you and Bakugou didn't like each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, going head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times. But to be fair, ― so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.

Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of. 

But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himself 

“Well then,— since you were here first, I’ll just keep walking. Later Bakugou.” You turned around to quickly make your leave.

“— Oi, wait-” 

You stopped and swiveled back around to see him wearing a conflicted expression, like he would much rather throw himself into the ocean before him than say what he wanted to.

“Tch, You can stay.”

Eh??

“What?” You asked incredulously, sure that you must have misheard. 

"What?" He mocked, mimicking your voice.

Rolling his eyes, he looked away. 

“I said, you can stay dumbass — you won’t find a better fucking place here than this.”

He spat each word out slowly like you were some annoying child, too dull to understand what he was saying. 

You blinked dumbly at him. 

“Or you can just leave and try to sleep with your annoying friends, I don’t care.” he chided. 

Not willing to give up this sudden act of uncharacteristic generosity, you moved back towards the wall and pulled yourself up to the top of the old stone structure, moving to where he was seated and being careful not to place your feet too close to any of the weather worn sides where you could easily slip off. 

You sat down and swung your legs over the ledge, leaving about a hands length of distance in between the two of you. 

You both sat in silence for some time, breathing in the salty moist sea air, watching the waves try to crawl away from the dark stretch of deep blue water and be pulled helplessly back in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Occasionally you would sneak fleeting glances at the boy beside you, with his ruffled bed hair and sleepy eyes, you might have almost labeled him as cute— were it not for the seemingly permanent scowl set on his face. 

You settled your gaze on the water and thought back to how far you’ve all come in the last three years, — as hero’s, as people. How the temper Bakugou had always held, had gotten slightly better, or maybe he was just soft for his classmates now. You had all grown so much, it was hard to believe your time at Yuuei was almost over. 

“Oi, What are you thinking about so hard.” 

You turned your head towards the blonde who was watching your silent reminiscing. 

“You got that stupid look on your face when you’re thinking about something too much,— keep doing that and your brain is going to fry like that dunce face, idiot.” 

Ignoring his petty jab, you looked down at your feet and shrugged, “It’s pretty weird that high school’s almost over huh? We’re gonna be adults pretty soon.”

He clicked his tongue at you, “Oi, don’t pull this shit on me now, I didn’t let you bother me just so you get all sappy over something lame.”

You looked away and sighed in exasperation, “I’m not gonna get sappy asshole, but just― uh, I don’t know, do you regret anything?” 

“Regret?— no, I came to Yuuei to become the best hero ever, and that’s exactly what I did, why would I regret anything? Don’t ask stupid questions you dolt.”

You looked at him pointedly, does he ever run out of insults?

“Ok, fair enough, you did what you came here to do, but being a part of the hero course, we didn’t have the uniform high school experience most kids do.”

You thought of the times when hero training had left you and the other students completely exhausted and mentally drained, to the point where you couldn’t do much other than sleep after class. 

“Is there anything you regret missing out on?” 

He fixed you with an impatient look, “What is that even supposed to mean.”

You hesitated, “Like, I wish I had tried to get along with everyone better from the beginning, instead of being so closed off. Or I always thought relationships and stuff were stupid, that we’re too young to be thinking of that shit, but Mina and Denki go off about how great it is all the time— and I wonder what it could have been like sometimes.” 

You were just saying whatever came to you now, the tiredness clouding your minding completely obliterating any filter of shame you might have had. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before yunno.”

 You kept your eyes trained on the water ahead. “It’s probably a stupid thing to regret but, whatever.” 

“Hm,— loser.” 

You grumbled and looked at him through the corner of your eye, annoyed to see him smirking.

You sighed and turned to him, “Ok, — so I’ve spilled my deepest secrets to you, now it’s your turn, blasty.” 

He rolled his eyes at you like the big extra asshole he is and scowled, holding his hand up menacingly. 

“I regret not blowing you’re ass up to the moon the first chance I got, dipshit.”

You frown at him and raise an eyebrow unamused. 

Bakugou huffs and rests his hands behind him and looks up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, un-obscured by the lights of the big city. You wait for him to continue. 

“I guess, instead of looking down on everyone around me at first, If I could have accepted their strengths and learned from them, I would have improved even faster and been first from the very beginning. Not that it matters now,― ’m always gonna be the best.” 

You smile softly to yourself at that, Bakugou may be a little rough around the edges but he was always giving it his all, and his personality had certainly improved from where he was before. 

“Aw.” You shove him with your shoulder, “Look at you being all mature and accepting your faults.” 

He snaps his head towards you, “Wha― shut up! Their not faults! I don’t have faults!”

A burst of laughter escaped your mouth and he turned away pouting, you suppressed an eye roll. 

You grinned and settled into quiet silence again, this time it was a little more comfortable, because the damn guy can't let good things stay good, Bakugou soon muttered something else.

“Huh?”

“I said, I’ve never kissed anyone before either. Damn, get your ears checked.”

You gawked at him. He’s never kissed anyone before? And he had the audacity to make fun of you for it!

“But, you called me a loser for never being kissed before! You hypocritical fucking asshole! What the hell!”

He clenched his jaw and blinked dismissively at you. 

“Yea, whatever— so do you want to or not?” 

You stared at him in confusion, still slightly peeved at him. “Want to what?” you asked. 

“Hah?” He growled. “You’re the one who fucking― fuck, — dammit, do you wanna kiss or not dumbass!”

What? Kiss? Bakugou? What?

You gaped at him in disbelief, and your chest tightened around your now furiously beating heart. 

You swallowed nervously and studied him, looking for any sign that he might be kidding, or you were imagining this. 

One of his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his soft sleep pants and his posture seemed relaxed at first glance but looking closer, you could see that the hand resting behind him was clenched up into a fist, and his face held the slightest signs of a flush spreading across them. 

You met his eyes and found yourself unable to look away. Bakugou had a way of intimidating people just by holding eye contact, an intimidating red that could make anyone cower uncomfortably, and like with everything else he does, ― he won’t back down. As if who will look away first is some kind of challenge he needs to win. 

But this time, his expression was borderline nervous, shy almost, the scowl never left his face and his eyebrows creased further, but his voice came out more soft than his usual growl.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” He grumbled. “I only suggested it cause you were talking about regrets and kissing an’you shouldn’t graduate regretting shit like a loser―” 

“―Ok.” You interrupted. 

“Hah? Ok?"

The heat you’d been trying to stop from spreading across your face all this time, finally broke through and you shifted tensely. 

“Yeah, C’mon it’s fine, I want this.” 

His face reddened further and his eyes widened. “Don’t say it like that idiot! It sounds dirty.” 

You stuttered and hit him on the shoulder before turning away and burying your face in your hands, “I- It did not! You just need to get your mind out of the gutter, shut the fuck up Bakugou!” 

“You shut the fuck up!”

Ugh, hormonal teenagers! 

You took a deep breath and tried to regain your bearings and looked up through your fingers to see that he was already watching you closely. 

He sighed and glared at you. 

“Hey, - I can’t kiss you if you’re not looking at me.” 

You only peered at him with wider eyes. 

How could he change moods so fast? You swore, this boy was going to give you whiplash one day. 

Trying to control your breathing one more time, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hands from your face, looking up at him through you’re eyelashes.  

You straightened your back and drew the leg closest to him up so it was in between the two of you, bringing you to face him completely. 

Still not able to meet his eyes bored into his unfairly well-built chest, clad in a black night shirt, as if they held all the answers to the world. 

You felt his hand brush the side of your arm and wrap his fingers around it, pulling you closer till you could feel his breath on your cheek. 

You bit your lip and tilted your head up to look at him. You met his eyes, a deep red in the darkness, and hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating rapidly, even over the wind and the waves.

His other hand came up to graze your face and hooked under your chin, bringing you even closer to him. He followed your gaze as they fell on his lips and you licked your own unconsciously. 

Slowly, you both closed the distance, lips meeting softly in the middle. You stayed still for a moment, and relaxed when he started moving against you, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Your mind blanked and seemed to go on autopilot after that. Hands moving from your sides to grip his shirt and bunch them into fists, pulling him even closer. 

One of his hands snaked around your back, holding you in place while the other caressed your cheek and buried itself in your hair. Your lips molded against each other and you pushed against him a little harder.

For someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he sure was good at it. 

The hand in your hair pulled slightly and angled your head upwards and deepened the kiss, you gasped when his tongue slipped out to run over your bottom lip and pulled it in between his teeth. 

Your heart fluttered wildly, too much contact all at once and with the kiss moving faster with every passing second, you could only hold on desperately to his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the haze threatening to engulf your mind. 

You’re mouths parted and danced recklessly into each other, his movements were controlling and powerful, biting at your lips every so often and running over them with his soft tongue in apology, and you tried to keep up on your side, responding with eager motions and little tugs of your teeth, the low groans he released when you tugged gently at his ash-blonde hair with the hand that had somehow found its way there, a sure sign that you were doing something right. 

After what could have been minutes, or hours, only did your part for air. Whatever hesitation you had was gone and you both panted heavily, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. 

Somewhere in you’re intoxicated state, you realized that one of his hand’s hand slipped under your shirt and was running soothing patterns on your back, and you sighed softly at the feeling. 

He seemed to realize this and moved his hand away, hesitantly you both drew away from each other. You almost sighed out loud at the loss of feeling and warmth and took in a deep breath.

“Well.” You started, voice a little broken. “That was ― nice.” 

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breathy laugh, you noticed the way his lips were swollen, and his cheeks a slightly red tinge and you couldn’t help the sudden surge of smugness that spread over you, even though you guessed you were in no less of a disheveled state. 

“Yea,― nice.” he answered. 

He then grinned slyly at you and you’re heart skipped a beat.

You just weren’t used to seeing him with such a boyish look you, told yourself. 

“So then, no more regrets? You look like you enjoyed yourself.” 

You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, sending him a little glare.

“Yeah, No more regrets, asshole.”