#not my style but he is REALLY GOOD at making stuff that is not my style

[monicaalexandraaa]

I am over the MOON about this😍😍🩷🩷

The Lottery - Extra II

Read The Lottery here | ~2.8k words

From me: there is some passage of time that is not particularly marked. I think it will be pretty straight forward but this is not all in one sitting

Warnings: SEXTRA there is not an ounce of plot to this. it's all sex and nothing else. minors, dni

Summary: Harry has made her so many pancakes that she tastes like maple syrup.

It was no secret that Harry was a quiet, grumpy man. His mum was his hero, and suddenly she was just gone. It did an absolute number on his mental health. It hurt him immensely. It made him believe he’d never be in love. Never smile again. He wanted to leave that town and the diner behind. But if he did, it felt like he would be forgetting her. Which would never happen. But Gemma and Louis left, and he felt so lonely.

That was until the peachy girl he loved and adored so much sat at his counter and flipped his world around. Was worship the right word? He wasn’t quite sure. It felt like it. Harry wasn’t overly religious, but he would pay tribute to whatever god was out there for her.

The way she yawned had him weak in the knees. If she sniffled, he swore mountains moved. Her laugh? He was putty to her. Maybe that was a bit dramatic. But he was in love with her; and love was dramatic, wasn’t it? The moon rose and set with her—forget the sun and day he didn’t need it. He lived for the night and the quietness of his time with the angel that ate pancakes that ruined his ratios and stared at the moon in the middle of the night.

Worshipping her came in all forms. Making sure she ate breakfast, of course. One peach and one white chocolate chip pancake. Or her half omelets. Or maybe just a muffin. Sometimes it was fixing her pipes at home so she could take a hot shower. It was assuring her car was maintained. Decorating the bookshop each season and stocking the shelves with new arrivals as she saw fit. It was coming home to find her baking in his apartment or eating pizza on her couch.

But his favorite way to worship her was to make her come.

The need to make her feel good, a fraction, of how good she made him feel daily. That’s all he wanted. All she deserved.

“Harry,” she whimpered. He woke her up with his head between her legs. He was impossibly hard and all he wanted was the sound of her voice moaning his name while she finished on his tongue. She tasted sweet. He thought she was practically half maple syrup, so he wasn’t too surprised. “Harry, I’m sensitive,” she cried as he continued licking her swollen clit after he lewdly and loudly sucked and licked her clean of her orgasm.

“Mm, one more. Please, Peach? Want you t’feel good.”

“I feel too good.”

He chuckled softly against her core, but her fingers held his hair and didn’t pull him away from her, so he continued licking her until she finished.

Harry had a small shower in his apartment behind the diner. It was a great place to press the front of her body against the glass and fuck her into the enclosure. He had the pleasure of seeing her body steamy and obscured in the mirror over the sink across from the shower. He pressed his lips to the curve of her shoulder as he slid into her from behind. “It’s too hot,” she moaned.

Harry all but slammed the knob behind him to ice cold. She was right; it was hot as hell in that tiny steamy bathroom. Pumping his dick into her wasn’t helping with the heat, even if the glass against her nipples was ten degrees colder. But the last thing he wanted was for her to pass out, especially before she finished. “I got you,” he promised, the contact of his hips slapping against her gorgeous ass each time he pumped into her made his heart race faster. She was so good. Carefully, she lifted her foot to the corner of the shower and the angle practically caused for fireworks. She whimpered instantly making Harry grunt or growl like a Neanderthal. “So good, kitten. Feel so good, y’want t’come?” He asked gripping her hips and pressing her harder into the glass with each thrust.

Her moans increased and volume and the last thing Harry wanted was the entire diner knowing he was making her come this hard in the middle of the day. “Please,” she cried. “It feels so good, I’m,” her voice literally broke and Harry reached in front of her with one hand to cover her mouth while the other held her hip steady.

“Shh, baby. We don’t want the whole town t’know how good it feels. S’jus’ for us, yeah? Jus’ you and me get t’know how good y’make me feel,” he groaned quietly in her ear. “Y’feel so good, Peach. S’like heaven. Such a pretty pussy wrapped around me, yeah?” He pressed another kiss to her shoulder hoping he wouldn’t make any of the noises he just asked her not to make. “Y’like this, kitten? Like being pressed against the glass? Gonna watch yourself come, hmm?”

“Harry,” she whispered against his hand.

It was insane that her quiet, grumpy, sweet, sexy boyfriend was capable of speaking such filthy things. The Harry that brought her coffee across the square and put up Christmas lights on her house was kind, reserved, and not this absolute sex god filling her up with more dick than she ever imagined he could have.

“So pretty when y’come, Peach. S’like m’favorite show. Captivating.”

“God, fuck,” she whimpered. “Please,” she begged. “It’s too much.”

But the arch of her back and the way she met his thrusts by pushing back toward him as he thrusted forward said differently. “Beautiful, baby,” he said dreamily. He removed his hand from her mouth and slid it down the front of her body to press the pad of his finger onto her clit making her whimper again and come around him with a gasp. He continued fucking her through the pleasure, admiring the way her whole body shook, catching the way her mouth popped open in the reflection of the mirror. “Stunning, really.”

It had been such a long time since Harry felt the kind of lust and love that she brought out of him. All he wanted was to have her wrapped around his cock. The first time he saw her walk into the diner he was overcome with how beautiful she was. He was lucky he was in the back of the kitchen, so he had a moment to control the rush of blood to his groin before introducing himself. With her routine of visiting each morning after that he could practically predict when he needed to steel himself for how stunning she’d look so he wouldn’t be sporting a hard-on in front of the whole town every time she entered the room.

But now that they kissed, loved, and fucked, it was next to impossible to keep his dick from hardening at the mere thought of her.

In the privacy of her house, they could hardly make it up to her bedroom and instead opted for fucking on her couch (or the stairs). Harry had her straddling his lap, his cock buried inside of her as she bounced arching backwards, so her hands rested on his knees. Her pretty nipples peaked and hardened, begging to be sucked while she fucked herself on his dick. “Beautiful, so beautiful,” he moaned steadying her hips with his hands while he wrapped his lips around her nipples aching for attention.

Harry had a hard time thinking about tomorrow after his mum was gone. He couldn't think about any kind of romance, let alone sex.

But her pretty being was enough to turn it all back on. All he wanted was to stay home, ruin his bed sheets, and make her come so many times. “Feels so good,” she whimpered.

“Mm,” he hummed. “Come for me, Peach. Please,” he begged and buried his face in her chest as she did.

A small moan ripped through her. Her walls pulsing around him, hard, fluttering as her bounces became less rhythmic as she tried to maintain her balance. Her legs were aching, her breathing ragged, and a thin layer of sweat coated her soft skin. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered to himself as he watched her ride out her orgasm. Harry held her hips to hold her steady.

It was a wonder she wasn’t sore. Harry couldn’t keep his hands off her, not that she minded. The orgasms felt good all around. She swore she felt smarter. Her skin looked softer. Her cardio improved and even though Harry never made her want, she couldn’t get enough. She throbbed at the sight of him. Her romance novels didn't compare to the ache between her legs.

If he smiled, she was done for. She practically licked her lips in anticipation thinking about how good it felt to have him inside her.

When Harry worried about her being too sore, he fucked her slowly with his finger. Just his middle finger pressing inside her while his thumb ran small and slow circles on her aching clit. “Too much?” he asked. It was almost clinical in nature. The way he knelt on the bed by her waist, gazing at his finger disappearing and reappearing between her legs.

She shook her head. It wasn’t enough but also very perfect. It felt like heaven. “Can I add another?” He watched in awe as her body writhed for more attention from his hand.

“Yes, please, please, please,” she begged.

He did so, adding his ring finger to the mix and she felt so full and warm. Harry was so fucking good at this it seemed cruel he never let anyone else in during the time that she had known him. But she was selfishly grateful that he never did. She didn’t want anyone to share the knowledge about how good he was. Plus, she would have been irrationally jealous now knowing he was making someone come like this in the past.

After what must have been at least two maybe three orgasms, they laid on his bed silently. His fingers trailed up and down the length of her arm. Her head on his shoulder.

“You never wanted to date all the time I’ve lived here?” She asked.

“I mean... I met you,” he shrugged. “Didn’t think it was worth it.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She frowned.

“M’quite grumpy,” he smirked as he reminded her of practically the very first thing she ever thought of him. “Y’were all smiles and positivity,” he shrugged. “Didn’t want t’bring you down.”

“So, you just... haven’t had sex all this time? And you’re still that good at it?” She wondered.

He shrugged again with a smirk. “I had a good bit of meaningless sex while I was at university,” he admitted which she was right to assume she would be irrationally jealous about something in the past. At least she didn’t know who the women were. She could be blissfully unaware of his history as she intended to be. “When I was grieving my mum, I didn’t want t’do anything. Relationship-wise or sexually. I barely wanted t’get out of bed,” he explained. “I was jus’ so sad,” he repeated. “I didn’t think I would feel anything ever again.”

The idea made her frown deepen. Poor Harry. It was clear he felt a lot. She imagined the apathetic diner owner forced into ownership in order to keep his mom alive. Reliving her every move and step wishing to turn back time and just feeling completely trapped. Of course he couldn’t hold a relationship together. He could hardly hold himself together. “I would never want to rush your grieving process, but I wish you had told me you were going to ruin sex for me with anyone else. I would have waited forever for you.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I don’t fault you for that,” he assured her. “Don’t get me wrong, m’very possessive of you now. M’gonna turn into a caveman if someone so much as looks at you,” he promised making her giggle. “But y’deserved t’be taken care of in whatever capacity y’found in the men y’dated.”

“Well, none of them could make me come like you do.”

 He sighed with a smile, satisfied in a way that wasn’t a mind-blowing orgasm. “Good,” he said smugly. It was quiet for a few moments again, his lips against her temple, his fingers circling her wrist. “Kitten?” He hummed.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t leave me, yeah? People I love always leave me. M’tired of being left and I know s’not fair t’ask you that, but I feel... I feel really safe asking you. Like you’ll know what I mean when I say it. M’not saying it t’be dramatic or anything. Jus’... yeah.”

Her heart nearly broke but immediately fluttered. “God, where would I go, Harry? I get all the orgasms and pancakes I want,” he smiled, shook his head and kissed her temple again. “Harry you’ll have to drag me out of this town kicking and screaming to get me to leave you. You’re gonna have to drag me to get me out of this bed, honestly.”

“I love you, Peach,” he smiled that gorgeous smile that was all hers. Because of her.

“I love you, too,” she wiggled up higher to reach his mouth. The only time she would ever willingly take his smile away was so she could kiss his pretty pink lips.

He pulled her tighter to him, his arms winding around her so he could pull her on top of him. He moaned softly with the weight of her fitting comfortably against him. His hands stayed on the back of her thighs, her legs falling to either side of his hips. Gently, she rocked herself against him, his cock already hardening against her core. Harry watched the moon charm on her necklace dangle and sway back and forth in front of him. It was the most tantalizing movie he could have watched. “Y’ready already, Peach?” He mumbled against her lips. She nodded. “So good, kitten,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come jus’ from this.”

She felt her entire body heat up. She loved making Harry overwhelmed by her. She was always overwhelmed by him and if she made him come from just rubbing herself against him then good. He always made her feel loved and safe he deserved to feel a fraction of how she felt. “You feel so good,” she whimpered.

“Fuck, Peach,” he moaned. “Keep going,” he begged.

“Like this?” She whispered.

“Jus’ like that,” he nodded breathlessly and brought her mouth down to his. His lips fit so effortlessly between hers, his tongue licking into her mouth, tasting her tongue the same way he licked into her to make her come. “Gonna make me come,” he warned. She grinded at the same pace and pressure as she had been but swiveled her hips into a circle as she did against his dick. “Ah fuck, Peach,” he groaned. His boxers turned wet and sticky, against her legs and they clung to her own underwear as she rubbed against him through his orgasm. He twitched at the sensitivity and gently pulled her from his hips. He kissed her again and again. Like every time he thought about not kissing her seemed like too much.

“S’your turn,” he ordered.

“I don’t need—”

“I don’t care. Come up here.”

“Punny.”

“Peach, sit on m’face and be quiet unless you’re going t’scream m’name.”

Harry wasn’t particularly scary when he made those threats but it was enough to make her wetter as she scooted her way up over his head. “Are you sure? I just came a minute—”

He yanked her hips down right as her pussy passed by his mouth. He sucked her clit and twirled his tongue over it making her gasp. She put her hands on the wall for support, but it was practically useless. Nothing could offer her enough support to keep her steady. Harry’s hands gripped her butt, fingers pressing into her. He moaned against her, dropping his mouth from her clit and focusing on the aching hole that hadn’t had his dick inside it for no more than a day and it seemed entirely too long.

“Taste so good,” he grunted against her.

“Harry,” she cried. “It’s sensitive,” it was the same thing she whimpered time and time again when he was insistent on making her come multiple times in the same round.

“Mm, I know, Peach. Can feel y’soaking m’face,” he smiled—smiled—against her core. Lapping at her like a popsicle on a hot day. “Better come quick,” he suggested. “You’re gorgeous,” he groaned. “Swollen, soaked, aching for me, hmm?” He asked. “Wanna be good for me and come?”

Without much more prompting she did exactly that. She ground her hips against his mouth the same way she did against his dick. She moaned as he wrapped his arms around her legs holding her suctioned to his face while she rode out her orgasm on his lips. He held her there even after she relaxed, her legs absolutely shaking against his ears while he licked her clean of her arousal.

“Peach,” he sighed softly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she grinned and flopped onto the bed. “Can you make me some pancakes now?” She asked, closing her eyes. Harry kissed the back of her head.

“Always,” he promised. “For the rest of our lives.”

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[transformers-spike]

Hi, @squibsformers here-

For your consideration: Human taking their Car alt-mode partner to a car show to make a lil money. I could so see this going so many different ones having different reactions.

Like there was the one ive seen of a similar thing with Bumblebee where he would be loving it (loved that one, v good) But can you imagine the Hell it would be for Knock Out who LOVES attention but thinks humans are Icky. You would have to be like "Listen. You're gonna get all shiny and pretty and im really sorry but people are gonna touch you." And KO would be all "Pfft. I can deal with disgusting fleshy fingers.... No Offense." But then when it comes down to it hes like SOOOO zoned out bc this is Nice and he lives the attention and the people complimenting him and saying hes pretty... but he's silently tallying how many people have touched him and is probs gonna give you that many swats later or smth. Its a number.... that will very much suck.

Jazz?? Could you IMAGINE Jazz at one of these?? People would be all over him and also like, i feel he would be bumpin some GREAT music the whole time. He feels like its both a spy mission and also a day off so hes just like "fine by me lmao." He's gonna get worked up though. And by the time you make it home he has mass displaced in your garage and is like "Alright! Now for my end of the bargain, bend over-"

Arcee??? Hello arcee at a motorcycle show?? People would LOVE how sleek and slick she looks.

.....Hot Rod/Rodimus at a show. First off if he lost he would be salty for like the next DECACYCLE- But man. Rodders has had so many different paint styles and stuff and all of them would be so eye catching at a show. The two from Cyberverse, of course the two from MTMTE, he has so many options for "Hello 4s a 10 has arrived". And he would eat up all the praise and compliments about his paibt and how he looks like SUCH a strong car. But then when he gets alone with you, the only compliments he eats up are from his sweet little mate.

(Note: If this was TFP and the human for KO was taking him to a car show, I feel like Starscream would be staring at his human like "Well????" as if they could just. Take him to a Jet Show. He has to be let down Gently)

Anyways yeah Yappin

nghhhhhhhhh peak car show ideas omg

TFP Bumblebee is loving it and behaving himself so well, but if it's TFA he's going to transform into a bot just so he can get even more attention (whore).

Smokescreen should definitely participate even if there's a 5% chance he fucks up and blows his cover somehow (yes your car is talking. No don't worry about it)

BRO - I'M DYING OVER JAZZ RAILING HIS HUMAN AFTER THE SHOW

Listen - Rodimus being needy and desperate for comfort is peak. Please pet his giant ass head and call him your specialest little boy

KO is going to fucking ruin you if you try this with him. Yeah, he knows you're going to leave your fingerprints on him - but you're special. He can put up with you (even if sometimes he'd love to punt you), so being stroked by all those human hands is doing a number on him

Especially since he operates on exchanges. He did you a favor, now it's your turn to pay him back. Realistically it would be by buffing him and cleaning up all those nasty fingerprints. But there's a chance the second part of the deal involves overstimulation until you fall into a coma

Bro - if you bring Starscream along to watch a jet show (which he cannot participate in for obv reasons) he will be rolling his optics at the "sluggist" and "uninspired" maneuvers the pilots are pulling. Most of the show involves him hate-watching it

[annimwahsss]

𝙋𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤! 𝙠𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡

Katsuki had let his hair grow a little past his shoulders, not because he's lazy and leaves it unkept, maybe it's by choice, truth and infact he leaves it like that after a compliment you had given him. "Kats your hair looks really good long " you both were in the bathroom, you sitting on the toilet seat cover in one of his shirts and some micro shorts painting your toes, "yer' think so pretty girl" he just got out of the shower towel draped around his waist , he was in the mirror cleaning his plug piercing and replacing them, hair dripping down onto his neck, shoulders and back, and my god it was doing things to you. "Yea especially if you styled it properly" you said, standing up to help him. He never said anything just nodded in agreement and also a thank you, lookimg at himself in the mirror and hell yea he looked good with his hair long he never really noticed it before and he started checking his hair out in the mirror and you noticed and couldn't help a snicker, hell if his pretty little girlfriend thought he looked good with his hair like this who was he to deny also, he thought it looked alright to.

Now, at 23, the number #2 pro hero getting ready to go to work. He stillbcrouches at your level for you to tie his hair into a ponytail, you had woken up about 15 minutes ago not leaving the bed,only getting up once to pee and occasionally sitting up to help katsuki with things on his clothes He had on some black sweatpants and his hero costume shirt ear , lip and eyebrow piercings in, duffle bag slumped over his shoulder and was facing you. "bye baby see ya later" you said voice softer than usual, sitting up to kiss him. "Mhmm" was all he said "sit on the bed so I can put your hair up you pretty princess" he just watched you before laughing and shaking his head and sitting down Infront of you. "Pretty princess my ass yer' the princess" you had started to tie his hair up using the brush you use for your slick backs on his hair, him telling your from time to time that it was to hard on his scalp but you just told him to hush and ofc he had to listen. His hair was short in the front and kinda looked like bangs. In the end his hair in the front couldn't go back but the rest did and you put a cornrow on the side of his pony and he looked so handsome with his hair all neat like that. "Done baby go see if you like it" he got up and looked in the mirror and nodded in approval when he saw the cornrow. "Like the braid it's neat" he walked over to you scooped you up into his arms and bear hugged you making you giggle. He whispered sweet nothings between "thank yous" and " I love you" into your ear, kissing you in between. When he let go he placed you back into the bed and kissed your forehead before walking out of the door, heavy boots thumping loudly on the wooden floor.

Ahhh hiiss ik I've been gone but yk how studying can get and just family stuff been through a lot but I seen all the likes and love and just couldn't leave y'all hanging so I posteddd hope u liked itt🩷 #longhairkatsukisupremacy

-ANNI

[bejeweledinterludes]

when you're back from your break, it'd be really cool if you wrote headcanons about Dean raising Sam :) I feel like the fandom forgets that Dean is basically his dad sometimes and I think it'd be interesting to see how Dean acted like a dad at such a young age 😌 things he did, ways he protected Sam, idk, stuff like that :3

(obviously there's literally no pressure to write this, I just really love and respect your headcanons and style!!)

(p.s. just to make sure you know: in no way is this prompt related to Wincest 🤮)

ooo wait i love this omg and thank you for clarifying no wincest lol bc i will NEVER support or write about it. i hope i did your request justice, and thank you so so so much for your sweet words!

DISCLAIMER: this really should go without saying, but i’ll clarify it anyway in case anyone wants to think otherwise— in absolutely no way am i romanticizing or aestheticizing what sam and dean both went through as children or adults. while supernatural is a tv show, and sam and dean are fictional characters, real people and children experience domestic violence, neglect and abuse in the our world every single day. please do not read or interact if you are sensitive to these topics.

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❝ long as i’m around,

nothin’ bad is gonna happen to you. ❞

OR my headcanons of dean being a single mom who works two jobs (aka raising sam while also raising himself)!

『 part 7 of @bejeweledinterludes’ headcanons series. 』

‧˚₊⋅ ──── faith’s tell-all. to everyone who’s ever shown my writing love / support, thank you to the stars and back— it means everything and more. also, i’ll be leaving again, perhaps for good. all i’m gonna say is that my thoughts / emotions aren’t doing good at all right now, and this app is the cause of it (for the first time ever). obviously, i don’t like feeling this way, and i certainly don’t want it to reflect in my writing / my actions on this app, so i’m probably gonna dip. i don’t really like talking about my feelings (in general, but especially on here) or asking for pity, so i’m not going to bother y’all with that. anyways enjoy this one, hopefully see ya soon <3

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> “protect sammy,” was the only thing dean remembers from his younger days for the most part. only thing he knew. i could delve into the absolute nitty gritty, the abuse, the hardships, the burdens that both sam and dean endured, but if i think too hard about it, i get mad— because no child should have to raise another child. ever.

let me be very clear on that, and this: most of the family dynamics in supernatural are not healthy by any means— but they are a reality for many, which is one of the reasons why people resonate with the show.

> now, throughout the show, we can see that dean is potrayed as somewhat of a father figure / guardian type— from regular children to monster children, to ben, jack, claire, kevin, etc. maybe more of a ‘fun uncle’ type situation, since he’s told kids (and thus, the audience) time and time again that he is not someone to look up to, or to become. which is a double edged sword.

because on the one hand, dean has a point: he’s self-deprecating, an alcoholic, has a temper, treats people like shit, and makes rash decisions that usually end in violence or a shattered bond.

but don’t think that’s everything. dean’s self-deprecating because that’s all he knows. and how the hell else would he treat himself? he’s an alcoholic because everyone that was around him drank when he was a kid— and the father figures in his life didn’t promote sobriety at all. he has a temper because when he can’t control things, that means he can’t control the outcome. he doesn’t know what’s gonna happen, and that’s why he gets so angry all the time. he treats people like shit, mostly because the ones he does treat like scum usually deserve it. the rest are because of his big stupid mouth. the rash decisions come from a place of pure panic, fear, and worry about his family— instilled in him since the night his house went up in flames.

now, all this to say, dean is a good person, deep down. because we see all throughout the show that dean wants to be better, to stop being the way he is when emotions do eventually get the better of him, to stop the habits he’s created.

> and it’s no secret that dean winchester was forced to raise sam— yet i feel that it’s severely overlooked in the show itself. sure, we do see flashbacks once in a while of a young dean taking care of a young sam, but people (including myself) brush over the fact that this was pretty much every day for dean. weeks, months, years, a decade? taking care of his brother, always before himself. let’s dive into my mind of what i think happened:

> dean stole for him and sam. obviously, yes, we all know this, since it’s canon from the show— but that was dean’s ever first crime: shoplifting / petty theft. the cop let him go, though, until one of the next towns a few months later when dean got too cocky with the cashier and smartmouthed the deputy. that landed him in a holding cell.

> dean also protected sam at school. and yes, once again, this is shown in the show, but dean was a grade-a menace when it came to his brother. shit talk dean all you want, call him anything you please, but if his brother was brought up? he blew a gasket, and the dude’s lights out. every time.

> dean did all the talking (and still does, sometimes). anywhere he and sam went alone in his younger years, dean’s mouth was the only one that was moving. diners, motel lobbies, libraries, restaurants, dive bars, pubs, you name it. sam was too nice to talk to strangers— and dean learned early on that strangers aren’t doing something ‘just to be nice’. ever.

dean’s mistrusting, down to his last nerve ending— but if his dad’s with them, he can relax. otherwise, it’s eyes everywhere, making sure they won’t be messed with.

> dean made the most of everything. we see this in the christmas episode (the flashback to their younger selves) and the fireworks memory in dean’s heaven. his main priority, if not to protect sam, was to cheer him up. keep him happy. maybe not distracted— but to take his mind off of the real world. we all do it, dean just made it easier for his brother to do so.

but sam wasn’t totally clueless, obviously— he’s smart. maybe an idiot sometimes, but not outright dumb. he knew there were things that dean and john didn’t tell him, but he didn’t press when he was younger—because sometimes, being oblivious to things was kinda nice.

this changed as sam got older, as we know. sam noped his way out of there the second he got a chance. and while dean was mad that he left— he was happy for him, too. because sam did it. he got out.

> dean definitely is / was a ‘do as i say, not as i do’ type when it came to sam (and pretty much everyone else too). dean was a bad influence, yes, but he never let sam just do whatever he did. back then, dean drank, smoked, the whole nine yards to fit in, be cool, whatever— but best believe if sam wanted to try any of that, dean shut down that idea immediately.

> that sums up most of dean’s side, though. because sam was the one who was too good, too nice, too soft— and dean wanted him to stay that way. because he wanted sam to have a normal freakin’ life (cue that speech dean gave sam in like… season 5?), to have a family. dean didn’t think he could have, or deserve that. besides, who the hell would take him?

(it’s me. i would take him)

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[puckpocketed]

Van!! since the postseason is slowly approaching its own end i've been wanting to get more into hockey analysis as this is my first full season as a fan and i still have a lot to learn about the game itself. Idk where to start but i feel like out of my mutuals you know a good bit about that stuff so I was wondering if you have any resources you could point me to? books or youtubers etc

Mei rubberpuckies... <3 Can't say I've got every answer but here are some of the places I visit:

Probably the easiest way to start learning is to have the game in motion in front of you and have someone explain it, video content hits that perfectly!

This video covers player roles. Good way to start understanding how each role fits into a 5-person unit. Content meant for new hockey players or players who are young/transitioning into a new role, and no game footage but the colour coded diagrams and explanation was very useful to me!

This guy also makes content meant for hockey players and doesn't post much, but he covers broader tactical concepts (and uses woho clips, which is so cool!). His videos are very digestible!! Short, have diagrams and bullet point slides... just great introductions to stuff like d-zone coverage and forechecking concepts.

Steve Peters used to work with the Coyotes and now runs Inside the Coaches Room. You might've seen some short clips of his content floating around on twt, he breaks down clips from current/recently played games so they're very relevant!! He's doing playoffs content now. I like his hockey for beginners video a lot as a catch-all primer for NHL ice hockey (I have linked the playoffs edition, it's a very good watch)

Hockey Psychology does some scattered tactical breakdowns of games, most recently FLA @ TOR Game 7. Not a huge fan of their clickbait style video titles or thumbnails but hey, whatever gets them noticed!

Simon St-Laurent does video reviews on the big names amongst draft eligible players. He comes to his own conclusions about the players in isolation of the broader game so you kinda have to take that as you will... I think, like everyone who watches a sport for long enough, scouts and prospect writers have their very specific beliefs about how the game should be played and it shows in the way they evaluate players. I like St-Laurent because he has a coherent, consistent framework that he pulls from. Maybe we won't agree all the time, but at least I can kinda understand how he arrives at his opinions.

In the same vein, Elite Prospects run a channel and like to get various writers to make short scouting videos on players. With the multitude of voices your mileage may vary, but I've enjoyed their work!

Kyle MacLennan on twt/x posts short clips of recent games and tends to highlight one aspect that he noticed. I have this man on notifications I'll be honest!! Clips come with no voice over explanation but lots of annotations and freeze frames. His stuff is the most bite-sized, 1-2min clips of games with a short blurb - wish I could be as concise as him <3 his most recent thread highlights FLA's tight checking in Game 7.

Further reading is... idk I don't want to be that guy because I also just got here but it's frustrating how so much high quality content and hockey knowledge is locked behind paywalls. I believe in my heart all writers should be paid for their work. I also know there is an appetite for deeper hockey analysis out there that could grow the game if only they'd let it </3 MAN!!!

I spend real actual dollars on Jack Han's Hockey Tactics books, which he releases every year part way through the season after watching every NHL team play. There are pictures and explanations of how each team runs their system, and this year's edition has an end section with anecdotes from industry people which I loved digging through. You don't have to buy it but if you find that you're really interested in the analysis side of things it's an incredible resource!! He's also on twt/x where he comments on the game and occasionally does little video review, and runs a paid Substack with the occasional free article <- this one I can't afford but ouggghhh when I get more disposable income.......

Beyond general analysis, there are so many blogs and writers that do cover specific hockey teams I don't think I could name them all if I tried. If you go looking for that sorta thing there'll always be some nerd out there obsessively watching tape and writing about it (and sometimes it's Sheng Peng <3)

Love and light but this is getting really long and I don't want to overwhelm you. You aren't the first person to ask about resources and I've been meaning to do a roundup of publications/channels I like to dig through so thank you for dropping by and prompting me!!

[inkfamy]

I know you are the bruticaid guy as it states in your bio but I just read your (my god 10 yr old fic that’s incredible) SunnyBlue fic, I’m curious what got you shipping them? I get the talks a lot, doesn’t talk, Melee x Sniper great stuff but despite them both being s1 g1 they don’t interact a lot, any particular reason? Also your writing style is amazing never been more invested in an melee combat scene, thank you for the delicious rare pairs!

Hello! Thank you so much, I'm really glad you're enjoying the fic. I'm also super glad that you found the sparring section enjoyable - it took a bit of going through with my fabulous friend Pur to make sure what was happening was clear while I tried to run off with the emotional side of things.

In all honesty it's been a really long time since I started shipping SunnyBlue and I don't fully remember what started it. I love rarepairs though and usually the instigator is either a conversation with friends where 2 characters come up, or my brain randomly flipping over 2 mental cards and deciding they would be fun together. I really enjoy working out what it would take for two people to be drawn to each other, or the common threads they have that could be yanked on.

I've loved Sideswipe and Sunstreaker since I first got involved with the fandom in 2005 (20 years ago woww) and I find Sunstreaker especially interesting to look at because he's often given a lot of broody or narcisstic traits, but at the end of the day he is an Autobot who does believe in what they're fighting for. It's very fun to mix the cheery/grumpy personality types and I've loved the Dreamwave expansion on Praxus/Bluestreak being the only survivor history since it was canonised. You kind of end up with 2 mechs that are both very good at what they do, very committed to the Autobots for their own reasons, but are total opposites in personalities and complimentary in their strengths and weaknesses. It fit together really nicely and felt like it was a less explored path, which is what I like about rarepairs so much.

[sunshinereddie]

Do you have any like domestic, established relationship reddie headcanons? I have one where like after living together for a while Eddie starts this crazy beef with one of their neighbors in like a passive-aggressive midwestern way (kind of like Peggy and Minh, actually, if you've seen King of the Hill). Like theyre always smiling and chatting with each other but then Eddie gets home like 'I CANNOT believe her. She thinks she can put up her tacky ass Live Laugh Love garden rocks and then have the nerve to tell me my fescue is looking a little DRY????' And Richie is like 'uhuh thats nice dear' and its 100% going in his next special

LAAAAWWWRD YES THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

i absolutely love eddie having insane passive aggressive beef with his neighbour that’s perfection. adding on to that, richie purposefully brings up stuff the neighbour did (“i saw her watering her lawn for like 20 minutes yesterday, what did she forget we’re in a drought or something???”) just to get eddie’s reaction 1. because richie loves the drama 2. it’s cute to see eddie get worked up over something so inconsequential and 3. he needs new material for his next show

in the same vein as eddie’s neighbour beef, love imagining the opposite where richie has a mad feud going on with the squirrel that keeps stealing all the bird seed richie puts out FOR THE BIRDS. he’s given the squirrel a name and everything and complains to eddie about it and now eddie is the one like “that’s nice dear. now let me fucking tell you what linda said about my tulips”

but more on domestic reddie hcs:

richie always makes eddie lunch when he can bc he knows that eddie won’t make lunch for himself and will be so busy at work that if he doesn’t have something to eat he’ll skip lunch all together or just drink 2 extra cups of coffee as a replacement and then be all hangry when he gets home. so richie meal preps him lunches or makes sure to pack him leftovers or even sometimes brings eddie lunch at work bc hangry eddie is scary eddie (also richie wants to make sure his husband is well fed and gets all his daily nutrients. but hangry eddie is scary too)

richie as a celebrity living in LA definitely has some……….. interesting interior decor choices. so after they move in together eddie’s like “please we have to go shopping. why the fuck do you have a statue of [insert weird modern art thing that richie bid way too much money on at an auction] in the living room. that couch is horrendous did you find it in the dumpster. when was the last time you vacuumed your carpet.” and so they go shopping together for furniture and decor and richie finds that it’s actually fun to design and create his and eddie’s home. like it’s their home. their home together. there are pieces of richie’s style and pieces of eddie’s style and pieces of richieandeddie’s style because it’s their home that they are creating together. he’s having a blast. meanwhile eddie is yelling at the furniture store employee because what do you mean you don’t have this couch in more than one colour, what kind of business are you running. also the colour you do have is ugly as shit, who made that choice.

neither of them are good at dealing with the temporary long-distance whenever richie goes away on tour. sometimes eddie’s able to take a day or two off work and DIY a long weekend to go with richie when he can, sometimes eddie is able to fly out for the night if the show is close enough but most of the time when it’s time for tour richie is gone for days sometimes weeks and they are BOTH really grumpy about it. but even when they’re both tired after work, even when they’re in different time zones, even when they’re both busy, they make time to facetime every day, just to hear each other’s voices and see each other’s faces, even if they’re only chatting for 10 mins before richie goes on stage or right before eddie falls asleep, that 10 mins is the best part of their day. and whenever richie gets back, they are always super clingy with each other for the next few days. they love each other!!!!

i just think that they deserve to be happy forever and ever and ever and ever

[waitingandwishing]

since prom season is here, i was wondering if you could write romantic headcannons for the SBG kids with f reader at prom?how they ask, what they wear, and generally what they do and how they have fun at prom

ooh yes!!

-> context: Prom, prom, prom

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings: none?

ASHLYNN:

Oh my lord did this girl overthink things. She spent days thinking about it before eventually asking, "Would you go to prom with me?" Fortunately, you said yes, and her parents were so excited when they found out you were her date to prom!

Honestly, she's pretty nervous. She didn't really think this far since she was so sure you would say no, so she had no idea what she was doing. Thankfully, you didn't know either.

For Ashlynn's outfit, she wore her hair up in a high pony tail and wore a suit. (Like that one art that Red posted I believe!)

She's not really a big dancing person, especially with the loud speakers and stuff like that, but if you asked her too she'd do it for you. She's actually really light on her feet (Obviously because she did ballet) and you too had a great time together! "Thanks for... Doing this with me."

AIDEN:

This one’s not subtle. He goes big. Tbh, I'm just imagining Aiden show up at your house with a loud speaker playing that one song that goes, 'What is LOOOVE baby don't hurt me' or something like that with a huge sign with puns like “Out of All the Fish in the Sea… Will You Go to Prom With Me?” or “I Know This is Cheesy, But I’d Relish Going to Prom With You!”

Even though he seems pretty excited, that's mostly because he's nervous. You're just so charming and stunning, what if he passes out?!

He probably wears a suit, much to his dismay. His tie is loose, his hair is messy, but he still looks much more put together then usual. You're not used to seeing him clean up well so it's a surprise.

I swear he's everywhere at once. His energy is slightly overwhelming, but never boring. He drags you onto the dance floor IMMEDIATELY and even afterwards he WILL try to dance with you every 10 minutes. But you two enjoyed every minute of it because what was better then spending time with someone you love? "This is better then I imagined it to be, y'know?" (Platonically or romantically)

LOGAN:

He overprepared. Runs through a whole script in their head and still forgets half of it when the moment comes. But he did give you an adorable bouquet of flowers from his grandparents, “I-I made this… it’s okay if you say no, I just thought maybe… You would go to prom with me?" It was awkward, but so genuine that it was impossible not to smile and say no (Not like you were planning to anyways).

Obviously he was nervous, who wouldn't have been? He wasn't sure why you said yes or why he even asked you in the first place! Well, he knew why. You were kind, breathtaking, and so amazing it was hard to NOT ask you!

He wore a classic suit that’s just slightly too big since it was his grandfathers from when he was younger (That surpisingly fit him). His hair was fussed with too much, then immediately messed up by nerve but you loved it.

He started the night super stiff and unsure of what to do. Kind of hugs the wall or hovers near the snacks. He's also very sweet and respectful and nervously offers his hand for slow dances. "I'm really glad you came with me.”

TAYLOR:

She didn't need a huge stunt, she just wanted to make you feel special. Probably does something simple but meaningful like bringing flowers and a handmade sign with an inside joke.

She likes you a lot. You're honestly the best friend (Maybe???) she ever had and she had been looking forward to asking you out for prom. She doesn't exactly know what she's doing but she wants to make sure you're having a good time with her as much as she will with you!

Probably wore a flowy dress, something that feels easy and bright. Her hair was probably soft and styled up in a low bun. She looked so effortlessly cute and sort of 'spring-themed'.

Greeted you with a hug and a compliment. On the dance floor, she knew all the lyrics and danced kind of clumsily (But you loved it anyways) with zero shame because why would she be ashamed when she was having a great time with you?

At some point, you caught her staring at you with a small smile while holding your hand. “This is a good night.”

TYLER:

Absolutely NOT the kind to plan a big promposal. They’d rather be set on fire. But it's you. And you're the best. So he'll try plan something (With Taylor's help of course). Of course, he got embarrassed halfway through and abandoned the fancy stuff and just handed you the gift instead.

He's trying to be chill but is definitely dying inside. He's definitely brushing off his emotions though since he doesn't know exactly what to do.

His suit is pretty minimalist, it was his dads (Bittersweet, I know), and he didn't know how his family or you were going to react. His mom almost cried but smiled and told him he looked just like his dad, his sister teased him all night. He says he's not dressing up for anyone but then proceeds to look amazing.

He pretends that his doesn't care about prom but he show up. On time. Looking great. On the dance floor, he makes comments about how stupid the slow dance is but will sway along with you during prom with a small smile on his face when you look away (He's whipped).

BEN

He's actually such a chill guy I'm not even joking bro. He'd give you a small music box, sheet music, or a handmade card that says something like: “I can’t say it out loud… But will you go to prom with me?” (Yes Aiden pushed him to ask you out) or play a song on the guitar beforehand (And yes Tyler had to teach him)

Probably would wear a classy suit of course but would match whatever color your wearing as well. There's a sort of soft elegance that Ben has whenever you see him.

Prom is a sensory experience for him. He feels it deeply. The music vibrating through his chest, lights pulsing like a heartbeat, people laughing and dancing.

He'll tap you on the shoulder and point at the dancefloor. You'll gladly dance with him, and sway with him. Your practically glowing in his eyes, laughing and smiling and looking at him. Your here for him.

(A/n: I really liked doing this one for some reason lol)

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

May I shamelessly make a request? I’m too embarrassed to ask on main, but I deeply admire your work.

I always fantasize what it would be like for a reader to be a non-outlaw that had been with the gang for a short time. But leaves the gang before the events of ch. 6. And, what if Arthur meets the reader post ch. 6, (no tb), and they rekindle their friendship/ unspoken feelings they may have had for each other but never address. And they meet in an isolated cabin where the reader is living at (like Charolette’s place in the middle of the woods). It’s what I have for my self insert and I would love to see your take on it if you have the time. It can be smut/ fluff/ angst (whatever you desire), but I love the idea of an opportunity for Arthur and the reader to have a chance at something new, now that the pressure of preserving the gang is no more. (An experience he may have missed with Mary, but maybe doesn’t want to pass up another opportunity like that again?)

I understand if this is WAY too elaborate. Please have fun with it and change it however way you’d like. I really love your writing style. Again, I apologize for being so specific, and I hope you’ve had a really nice time with your work event! Please take care!! (Again I’m so sorry if this is oddly specific/ too long. Please change it however you need/like! Or if you don’t want to do it, 100% understand!)

- M

Heyyy! First of all, you don't have to be ashamed of anything!!! We're all here to share our stuff about Arthur, and as long as it doesn't hurt anyone or such, there's no bad or good idea!! It was pretty hard to write for a mini-prompt challenge, but here's a little piece of your scenario! I hope you'll like it still! 💓 Thanks for asking and the kind words!

It feels like ages since Arthur had seen you. More than ages, centuries. It's almost like you come from a past life of his, which in the end was pretty true. He had frozen outside your porch when he had seen you through the window, probably cooking in your kitchen or doing a completely normal and mundane activity like that. Something so domestic he couldn't have let himself think of a few months before.

It feels like seeing Heaven through a window.

Just like that, the feelings inside of him that he had kept for himself for so long are lashing back on him as a wave crashing on the shore, and he takes a step forward. He feels stupid there, planted like a stake, not daring to go further.

Old habits die hard, and he realises it as he remembers he's not a carrier of Death and sorrow anymore. He's not the Grim Reaper, cursing you with his love like he has been with Mary. He's not responsible for the whole gang's suffering and well-being.

He's free.

He slowly walks, feeling out of his body, out of this world. It feels so strange. He knocks on your door. It feels so strange. Waits for you to open it, takes hit hat off, try to comb his hair with his fingers. It feels so strange.

You open the door and open your mouth in a surprised expression.

He doesn't even know what to say or do; he's just here, and you're too, and both of you look at each other, recognizing each other, studying your faces with all sorts of emotions. Regret, love, sadness, happiness, everything. And after what feels like another lifetime, you smile at him and let him inside.

"I guess we have a lot to talk about, don't we?" Your kind voice, he had dreamed of hearing again one day, caresses his ears like sweet honey.

This.

This doesn't feel strange.

[original-bookshelf]

Alright, it is done!

Here's the styles I emulated and what I learned from each of them!

Red OSP (@/comicaurora)

Lots of line weight to work with on this style and a higher emphasis on large eyes than I usually do. I loved the fluffy hair because that fits really well with my current style! This one was very geometric and simplistic and it was fun to play around with shapes for this one.

ABD Illustrates (@/abd-illustrates)

There's a lot less line weight in his style than I remember before. Y'all, I started a lot of my art journey from his channel and carefully copying the things he did in his speedpaints and the anatomy and shape language and so this was like visiting an old friend. I vibe with ABD Illustrates a ton and I love his stuff. Super fun to revisit his style and study it again.

Jay ( @localpigeon22 )

You, my friend, need to start an art tag for your stuff. I love your artwork and the spikiness of it with the semi-realistic style, but it is so hard to find it. I want to be able to scroll through your art and just eat it piece by piece because it looks very crunchy and amazing. Side profiles also seem to be a favorite of yours and it was very fun to change up the perspective on this portrait a little to really capture your art's vibe.

Hiromu Arakawa (mangaka of Fullmetal Alchemist)

This is where a lot of my drawing experience began as a baby baby artist (read twelve/thirteen and deciding to finally draw again after stopping back in second grade and actually getting serious about developing my art skills again) and I'm looking at it as I'm going through the process of drawing again and I'm hit with a huge wave of nostalgia because I love this story so much and the artwork is so incredibly fun and I now know where some of my bad habits with line work came from as a young artist because I didn't understand line weight at the time and couldn't figure out how not to make my lines flat when they were thin, but I was studying the Fullmetal Alchemist art and most of the lines were pretty thin at the time and it was a lot of spiky hair involved with it all too.

Five Worlds (graphic novel series that is very near and dear to my heart but ended terribly)

Fun and simplistic art style with a lot of emphasis on round shapes. Definitely a lot less detail involved than what I remember originally being there, but I think that's because I closely associate Alex Vede's style with this book even though they are wildly different styles. Again, it's the balancing thin line art with effective weight to convey form, and I think I did a pretty bang up job with it.

Castlevania Nocturne

I was nervous going into this one because I knew that it was a bit more complex and angular than what I usually worked with and pulled from classical drawing styles that differed a lot from my more stylized modern drawing techniques. I had a lot of fun with this and I think that I did a good job of capturing the vibes of that art style even if it isn't entirely accurate to the in show style.

Studio Ghibli

I love the Studio Ghibli art style a lot. I just don't think that the character I chose for this challenge translates well into that style. It was a fun learning experience, but I'm not super happy with this one.

Auro ( @aurorialwolf )

As stated with Jay, dude, get yourself an art tag and tag your stuff! I love your style and the emphasis it has on shading which is why my attempt at yours stayed as a sketch because I don't think I would have done it justice as line art. Had a lot of fun with it and scrolling through trying to find your art, but my guy, tag your artwork! It's super cool and I want to be able to find it more easily!

Pycth (@/pycth)

Felt a bit more in my depth with this one for sure. But I don't draw lips very often and that was the biggest challenge of figuring out this art style.

Lancer ( @lancerthatisntfree )

Geometric, simplistic (why do I want to spell this with a y), and just a super fun style to steal for a minute. I love the way you do hair and expressions and it was great to be able to try it out. Also, dude, make an art tag. Your stuff's great!

Vinn ( @vind3miator )

I cannot get over the way that you draw the hair on your characters. It's so ridiculously fun to draw and just really really pretty. I had a lot of fun with trying your style out and browsing your art tag.

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[canisalbus]

Hi, I love your art and made a little witch AU. Hope you don't mind :)

The idea is that Vasco was torn up enough about the injustice of Machete's death and that they never really got a chance to have a happy life together that he was willing to look into… dubious methods

Badabing badaboom Machete's back. They run away together, both because theres nothing left for Machete and to avoid persecution, and spend time together trying to cope with grief, religious trauma and the changing times as their lives are artificially extended

They have a little witch shop :)

(I might make more art later, hope you don't mind if I send it through here)

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[joshuamj]

Linktober Day 8. Tunic

[sunstonespark]

happy 25th birthday to my favourite show ever (ft. the anniversary of my otp meeting) and of course, to my darling gf (@ichijokaoru)!! ❤ 👍

(bonus below)

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello love, how are you?

I have a little request for the Arranged marriage Au. What if insted of getting a job, Thena goes to some classes, like fashion dessing or something with art. Maybe something she did not have the resources for before. And i also think she would be very good for something creative/artistic and Gil would be her biggest fan and love everithing she does.

As always thank you for your works 🩷🤍

"Need some help?"

Thena looked away from the map of the sprawling campus. Of course even the smallest university had a complex system of halls, whether just to host basic open classes or not.

"Are you enrolling this year?"

Heavens no, and it was entirely because of teenagers and twenty-somethings - like him - that she wasn't. "No, I'm looking for the open classes that are being held-"

"Oh yes, the community workshops!" the young man beamed with excitement. He was still hovering a little close for her taste, though. "Wonderful idea, if I do say so myself."

"Were they your idea?" she droned, uninterested in speaking with anyone except the actual workshop instructors. She looked behind her.

Gil was parking the car.

He had insisted on driving her to and from, which she had tried to decline. He usually would just send her with a personal driver, perhaps a bodyguard or two. But Gil insisted he do it himself.

He wanted her to have the normal life experience, he said. If she wanted to take a sewing or a drawing class, then he wanted to take her, as a dutiful husband should. She wasn't sure if that was necessary, but she knew it was sweetly intended.

"I'm a graduate, but I still lead the odd lab here and there," the ball of hair continued to try and charm her. He was making it clear he wasn't a student, maybe in hopes of enticing her.

"Congratulations," she grumbled. She still couldn't find what building her basic seamstress lessons would be in, but asking this peacock was simply not an option. Maybe Gil would know. She looked behind her again.

"Waiting for someone?" he asked, even more brazenly, leaning against the map signage. "Partner? Boyfriend--girlfriend?"

She glared at him. She didn't know what had made her seem so approachable to this boy and his hair but she would have to figure it out and dispose of it immediately. "Husband."

"Ah!" his eyes lit up, but she got the distinct impression that it was only because it made her more of a challenge in his eyes. "Married young?--school sweethearts or childhood chums?"

That wasn't any of his goddamn business, now was it? Thena gripped the strap of the bag extending from her far shoulder over to her other hip. "He's...older."

And he was going to cause quite a scene if he arrived to her being harassed.

"Hm," the Little Prince shifted against the sign, sprawling out against the post. He was quite tall, she had to concede, although with Gil in her mind he seemed lanky and stretched out in comparison. "Ever had a craving for something...younger?"

She stepped away from the map. Perhaps it would be better just to wander around until she found where she was looking for, even if it made her late. She could excuse herself upon the mistake, surely.

The last time she took a class of any kind was for basic administrative training, and that was really more about keeping a closer eye on her father than for her own betterment. She had never thought of expanding her own horizons--no time for such things.

"Are you sure you're married?"

She took the bait (unfortunately), spinning around to glare at him. Something about his tone had annoyed her so sharply it was as if he'd poked his finger right into a soft spot. "What?"

He shrugged at her once he had her attention, though. It was like a tactic a little boy would use, annoying her for her attention whether it was positive or negative. He ran his fingers through his hair (he was probably quite popular with the young pups around here). "You've no ring, you're here on your own. I'm starting to think you're just trying to get rid of me."

She didn't have a wedding ring, that was true. Well, they didn't exactly have a wedding, in a sense. She had a piece of paper with their names on it. "Not everyone sees the need for such things."

"I would think a flower like you deserves to be gilded with the finest of treasures," he schmoozed.

"I am not a flower," she turned away from him again, determined to wait for Gil to join her. How far away had he parked the car?!

"No, you are a masterpiece."

Thena bristled. He sounded closer to her, no matter how much she refused to look and verify. "Is telling you I'm not interested not enough?"

"Would your husband let it deter him?"

He had some gall comparing himself to Gil. Gil was many things, and being a law-abiding citizen was not one of them. But she would take his ridiculous penchant for spoiling her any day, only because he was so genuinely kind at heart. And he didn't lean himself into her personal space liberally.

"Maybe he's more boyfriend material," the hairball chuckled at the thought.

"Y'okay, sweetheart?"

Thena brightened as Gil finally strode over. He had his hands in his pockets, but she knew they were balled up into fists. He looked good in the casual clothes she had picked out for him.

In her own words, he couldn't be wearing suits all day, everyday, everywhere; he looked like a mob boss.

"Darling," she smiled at him, and it wouldn't have taken someone who lived with her to see how strained it was.

"Hm," Gil puffed through tight lips. He came right over, extracting his hand to pull her closer to him by the waist. "Who's this?"

"Just offering to show her around," the young upstart spoke for himself, determined not to back down from Gil's intimidation. "I'm Eros."

"Gilgamesh." Thena watched on, some of her annoyance giving way to amusement as the two shook hands. Gil made it clear that he was going to crush this kid into dust if need be. "I'm her husband."

"Ah," Eros made a civil smile, trying not to seem like he was massaging his sore hand. "She mentioned she was married; I admit, I looked for a ring."

"I'm having them polished," Gil was quick to answer. He looked at her with that glint in his eye--the dangerous one. "Our anniversary is coming up."

She shook her head at him microscopically. What a liar he was.

"Shall we?" Gil released her waist only to offer his arm more formally. "Don't wanna be late, hon."

"Of course," she took Gil's elbow, which still required both hands to get around. She nudged him, swerving them away from her new acquaintance.

"I'll be seeing you, lovely!"

"Does he not know how to take a hint?" Gil snarled openly, looking over their shoulders to glare at him and everything.

"Obviously not," Thena tugged at his jacket to turn him around again. This was a good choice; the fabric was heavy but not stiff and the rich black brought out the shades of brown in his eyes and even his hair in the right light.

"Are you okay?"

She smiled at him. He had on his puppy dog eyes, regretting having to leave her side for any reason. "Gil-"

"I should have known you'd draw attention," he lamented, his eyes drifting over her face, making a visible stop at her lips before drifting down her neck and her long hair drifting over her shoulder.

Thena let him lift her bag to pull it out from under the strap for her.

"I was looking at the layout of the school. I never imagined it was quite so vast."

"We're looking for the east hall, named after some old dude named Arishem," Gil snorted. But of course he had memorized the locations of each of her classes.

"I knew you would know."

Gil peeked at her, although she made an effort not to look at him. Sometimes when she did she would feel a little...funny--a little twisting sensation in her naval. It was as uncomfortable as it was intriguing. "You ready?"

She sighed faintly. In truth, she didn't know. But if she didn't do something, Gil would either buy her a business to run or a university to attend, neither of which were appealing. This was simple enough, to learn some basic skills, explore some interests.

He nudged her with his elbow, trying to pull her out of any negatively tinged thoughts. "You'll be designing my suits in no time."

She laughed, nudging him in return. "I will not. I might be able to repair a rip and tear on occasion, at best."

"Well, picking out my clothes is good practice, right?"

She smiled at him again. She was rather proud of her selections for him, actually. He obviously knew it, too, letting her tug at the collar of his jacket. "I won't deny that."

He pouted at her. "Guess I don't look good enough to keep the wolves away from you, though."

She shook her head at him. "I'm sure you scared him well, enough."

"Apparently I have to get you a big, fat diamond for that."

"Gil," she chided him immediately. "Don't--you know very well that I'm not going to wear some behemoth on my finger anyway, so don't bother."

"Fine," he sighed, as if she were telling him to take out the garbage, rather than advising against an engagement ring worth thousands of pounds. "Just a plain wedding ring, got it."

"Gil-"

"We're here!"

She eyed him; she wasn't going to forget this. But he opened the door for her, ushering her inside. "I know what you're trying to do."

"Don't wanna be late," he grinned at her, taking her hand and walking just faster than her by enough to make her have to trot to keep up.

"You've dropped me off, you can go," she urged, before he could introduce himself and make a big show of being her husband to anyone else.

If he wanted her to live a normal, inconspicuous life then he had to stop drawing attention to them.

"What, you don't wanna show off your husband to the other ladies?" he grinned.

"It may not just be ladies," she corrected him, although that apparently was an entirely different trap laid by him.

"Then I've really gotta make sure I walk you to the door."

"Gil," she rolled her eyes at him. But he gave her hand a squeeze.

"Don't be nervous."

He knew her too well. She looked at the walls, with the occasional bulletin board or display of the school's accolades. "I'm not."

"You're terrible at lying, sweetheart," he chuckled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You're gonna do great."

She refused to admit that she liked his little affection. Her hand patted his chest. "I'll text you when I'm done."

"Sure thing." He liked living the casual life, she could tell. He liked not having to be 'Boss' or appear cold and dangerous. "Hey."

Thena's eyes went wide, and then closed completely as he pulled her into a real kiss--a much deeper one. Her hand slid up his chest. It gripped his collar at first, but then the kiss made all thoughts leave her mind. Her tongue mingled with his and a sound escaped her that she would not be acknowledging.

Gil pulled away, giving her such a devillish grin that he was looking more like his mob boss self. "Have fun, sweetie."

She huffed, releasing him with a bit of a push. Her face was flushed hot, but she glared at him. "Inconspicuous my ass."

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today