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diamondprima · 5 years ago

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Feelings about YTTD characters up until ch2 [long rant]

Spoilers will be marked like this: spoilers.

So like OBVIOUSLY spoiler warning. I haven’t gotten into chapter 3 yet because I finished ch2 at like 2am and I had online school the next day and all my emotional stamina was something more like emotional stamiNO

Let’s start by talking about characters!!!

Keiji Shinogi

So...can you guess who’s my favorite...? If you guessed Keiji you are absolutely correct. I said this on insta but he could snap me like a twig if he wanted, and I’m NOT joking.

At the start I was very worried that he’d be a bad guy, but I very quickly fell in love with him (and yeah, it did help that he’s pretty hot shut up).

He’s just...so fuxking sweet? He just cares so much about you, has been very helpful and honestly he ended up being the most trustworthy. This game has been NERVE wrecking and his encouragement throughout the chapters and the choices really helped me...he’s just amazing, I have NO words to express how much I love him <333

If he dies I will die with him, probably from crying.

Not to mention that his backstory and trauma...it broke my heart seeing him so down and I really wanted to comfort him at that moment. But what REALLY broke my heart was how careful and worried he was about you during your hallucinations, even though he was also having quite a hard time with his own demons...

Sou Hiyori (Shin Tsumuki)

...or should I say Shin Tsumiki? Oh God, the beanie man...

I honestly don’t don’t know how exactly to feel about him. Since I am into Danganronpa, I did come across Yttd memes and I had already seen all of the Kokichi comparisons and such. That’s why I expected lots of lies, tomfoolery and overall rat-ness. And well...yeah that’s what I got pretty much! Even though he annoyed me greatly the moment the bs happened, I can’t help but be interested and fond of him...after all his love and care for Kanna was quite apparent, and I felt like he really went through changes and slowly opened up...

I was really stumped on what to do when the final voting time came on the second main game. I didn’t want to kill Shin because as I said, I am fond of him. Not to mention I was so impressed by his abilities and what he had to offer and I really wanted to see more of him...! However, after abusing the multiple save files and seeing the outcomes of all the voting options I decided I’d kill him off. The logic route was just too cruel for both him and Sara. Him having to live with the survivors guild and his hatred of Sara not only hurt me but also scared me in terms of what he’d do to sabotage her. Those fears were made worse after I saw what crap he pulled with that Joe hologram...absolutely no. On the other hand, the feeling route had a much more emotionally satisfying ending. it seemed as if both Sara and Shin got their salvation. I actually cried at the AI scene, and I felt as if not only Sara, but I had also I had been freed of this crushing weight...all because of Shin. I will however replay it sometime and will let him live, just to see how Sou and him would interact...

Kanna Kizuchi

Oh Kanna...

Honestly I do sympathize with Kanna. I too am a notorious crybaby and would also be nominated because I’d be weak. From the moment I saw her I just KNEW I wanted to protect her and keep her safe from people like Shin...

The entire sister backstory cut deep, and I was really happy to take the role of her older sister, it just felt like the right thing to do ya know? Anyway overall I do want to protect her and love her!!!

Her death at the logic route was HEARTBREAKING. It was so painful and it just added to the overall...hurt of the damn thing, which is why I ultimately kept her alive. I am quite excited to see what she has to offer, since it seemed like she had MAJOR character development after that ending and I pray it was worth sacrificing Shin...

Joe Tazuna

What!!! A!!! Baby!!! Love...!!! Love is stored in the Joe!!! He has one of my favorite character designs, it’s just really cute! He truly gives me “childhood friend” vibes! I love how supportive he was of Sara. He was always by her side and truly seemed to love her! Personally I think they were just close friends, and didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other, but that’s up for interpretation! Overall amazing character, very good boy!

His death...just absolutely destroyed me...and then the hallucinations just made everything worse. I felt the despair in Sara during those. Absolutely heart wrenching.

Kai Satou

He’s beautiful and I am quite in love with him. His quiet and calm demeanor reminds me of Korekiyo in Danganronpa, one of my favorite characters of all time! Most of what I want to say about him are spoilers though so...this first part will be quite short.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKF U C K. All he wanted was to protect Sara...he did his best but ultimately was found out. Even in the end, he tried his best to be useful and encouraged Sara, resisting Miley’s bs! Just...a best boy.

Gin Ibushi

Much like Kanna, I really just want to protect him! At first I was a bit creeped out, but I warmed up to him!!! He’s really cute and I loved sword fighting him!!!

Nao Egokoro

She’s was bit annoying at the start, but I ended up liking her after all! Her bond with Mishima was very cute and I liked how she grew throughout the story.

I liked how Mishima’s death affected her and ultimately contributed to her growth. I admit she did scare me with the whole fake Mishima AI thing, but ultimately I was glad she was sane...her death was sad, especially the painting she didn’t get to finish...but the little cut-scene at the end was really sweet.

Kazumi Mishima

KOMAEDA- okay no but!!! I love him a lot actually! He was really fun to be around and his affection towards Nao really showed! I’ve also had really strong bonds with teachers overtime so it really hit home!

I hate that he had to die first smh...such a feral man...

Reko Yabusame

My goth wife..................................what a lass. I love her a lot. She funky, spunky AND dramatic!!! I just love her a lot!!!

I honestly was quite sad she didn’t get to reconcile with Alice. I could feel that he really cared about her...

Gonbee Yamada (Alice Yabusame)

I don’t have strong feelings for him. His design just sends me into a goddamn frenzy...He got all the primary colors in his hair. Honestly, bold.

I felt really bad for him since he died trying to avenge his “dead” sister and they never ended up being in good terms even though both of them wanted to.

Q-taro Burgerberg

Again, no strong feelings! He’s a bro and I always feel like I have to fist bump my screen every time that one sprite shows...you know the one!

The whole swapping cards bs...oh sis that one SCARED me.

Sara Chidouin

The main girl herself! I like her! She’s cute, she’s determined...I don’t really have much to say about Sara because I play her like she’s me basically...however! I will say that her bond with Joe is ADORABLE! And of course...her relationship with Keiji...very cute too, but as I said, I do view her as a replica of me, so take that as you will!

And that’s all I have to say about that. If this was to have a general conclusion its be that yttd has great characters, and it was hard for me to pick someone to die...!

-Diamond

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a-writing-bear · 6 years ago

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[PruCan] - I like you in jerseys so please be close to me

Note: I finally finished this one!!!

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17519981

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Pairing: Prussia & Canada

Word Count: 3,090

Contrary to the common belief, fighting within a game of ice hockey was not as barbaric as most queasy bystanders or overprotective mums think. In fact, one could argue that the involvement of the unspoken tradition of on-ice fisticuffs prevented unnecessary aggression when later off the playing field. Most leagues have established clear boundaries on how a scrum would occur and whether or not it deserved a complete expulsion. Like drinking and other unsavoury habits, if you were to ban the action you'll just wind up having to deal with sneaky and unfair plays that break the rules. Now That would be barbaric. Most of his fellow teammates were not necessarily angry, fighting maniacs- it was just the game. Maybe it was just something about the quick paced action, or the fueled excitement and the clashing of sticks and skates that leads to astray plunges and dirty throws- to be frank, Matthew pinned it to the fact you’ve got a lot of tense and hype-addicted jocks jostling into each other; fighting was just a way of releasing that bubbling anger. It’s kind of inevitable.

Was he surprised at the breakout of Jones and Braginsky? Not really, they had been rivals since the junior playoffs leagues ago, if the American teen wasn’t apart of Matt’s team he would have been annoyed at the futile attempt to start another racket. It had only been a fellow university team- HetaU had played this team many times before and of course, an ongoing rivalry had formed- much to the coaches’ to their dismay. The moment the visors had come off, and the gloves had been shed in a fury of threat (At least they were following the rules of a fair fight- thank god) Matthew skid to a stop and backed off, sighing at the interruption with a roll of his eyes as he searched for someone to pair up with. It seems to be an unspoken rule of any match that no matter how much shit goes down if you’re not involved you stay out of it. Preventative measures. As well as this, it’s vital to make sure any opposing team members also stay out of the conflict- the gentleman’s agreement was to always pair up with someone on the other team, hold them back away from the conflict to stop any unfair gang up.

He glided across disdainful, slightly amused yet still bothered at the squabble ahead of him. Stopping beside some guy in a blue jersey contrasting his red one, he shuffled in his skates not looking up to whoever he had ‘paired’ with. The player had already grabbed the back of his jersey (Matthew scoffed on the inside as if he had any intention to join the brawl), in reply Matthew just slung his free arm loosely around the man’s back.

“Why do they insist on this every time? Totally un-awesome.” The thick accent of whoever was beside him drew him to look up, eyes squinting through his visor as he uttered an awkward muffled agreement. He hadn’t really paid attention to who was playing on the other team, and so the view of red eyes and pale skin never really called out to him. Momentarily stunned, his attention was subtly dragged away by the allure of this other player- he hardly noticed how the man’s jerk grab of his shirt had smoothened and softened into a mirroring touch onto the shoulder, resting on him as if they were longtime friends. As if they were not currently on opposing sides. He was so close, and although sweat should probably put him off, he kinda wanted to melt into the other man’s grasp.

‘Hey man, alright there?” the voice spoke once more, now slightly teasing as he gently nudged the red clothed Canadian, red eyes still affixed to the childish brawl. Obviously, this guy was a talker, who even talks to a rival during holdouts? Nevertheless, they held each other in a cooperating grasp, both avoiding each other gaze as they finally saw the two other players fall apart- giving up from the futile battle, the referee had also decided to call quits on the match. Just as he was about to turn away and skate the hell out of the rink- he was embarrassed at how content he was next to the attractive stranger- the other guy had caught the end of his jersey sleeve, and jutted out his gloved hand as if to introduce himself.

“Beilschmidt.” voiced the eager player, the raised gloved hovered for a short while as Matthew was still trying to understand what just occurred,

“...Williams.” his reply must have seemed nervous and the guy just laughed before snarking “You sure that’s your name Liebling? You don’t sound so sure..” usually Matthew would be petty and deck the dude on the spot for such a comment (What does Lieb-whatever mean??), but his legs felt soft and his cheeks flared as he was spluttering for a comeback. Most local players in the league circuit knew he was openly gay; it had been a whole ruckus when he first came out- if not for his team and coaches, Matt would’ve been eaten alive regardless of how easy it was for him to knock someone out. Just cus he could didn’t mean he wanted to. In the end, it wasn’t such a big deal, but it was uncommon...he’d never been flirted with on the ice...and Beilschmidt didn’t sound condescending in his playful tease. Before a smart witty comeback could roll off his tongue, Matthew had to accept the miserable fact that the other had already skated off at the urgency of his team, leaving him breathless and stumped on how he fucked up his first impression with a cute fellow hockey player. Stripping out of his skates and sports gear proved difficult as his close teammates were relentless in their questions, gawking at his fluster and proving that no matter how old you were everyone loved playground gossip. He stayed back, lingering in the showers as the others filed their way out into their lives away from hockey.

Matthew was proud of his skill. He was a superb above-average and currently scouted hockey player. He was a professional in the making and so his training always left his love life in the dark- much more occupied with the puck than puckering up for people. There were the occasional hookups after games, with audience members who seem to swoon only when he was in a jersey and contacts; they tended to be put off when he was in his usual frayed hoodie and his signature glasses and were not impressed by his less than stellar quiet nature. Perhaps he was overthinking the interaction? It was unlikely he would see the guy again, the hockey playing season was nearly over and his team wasn’t going to any games anytime soon- at least not until Alfred stops roughing up competitors. Soon the shower grew cold and Matthew trudged his way back to his dorm. There never is any time for cute guys, is there? He sighed.

The last time Matthew had a boyfriend, he was berated for going to practice off-season. Mr Ex. was appalled by the number of hours poured into hockey and not into their love life and had argued whenever the Canadian said he was going to go out to skate. Ever since that breakup, Matthew was wary of how much time was put into his sporting hobby, and while he may not be constantly training skating still provided a place for him to think. Skating to think was still around- his ex...not so much. The leisurely pace he had begun gently circled him around the large open empty ice rink (after hour privileges of local sports team meant he had access alone) and let him glaze over his coursework stress. His prized and well-maintained team jersey had been swapped out for his old tattered Canadian Olympic winter one; his parents had bought one for him and he’s treasured it ever since even with it’s slightly worn out print. His mind wandered in and out of focus, teetering onto thoughts of calling his friends or to go home and just wallow in his own stress yet somehow running its way to the topic of that mysterious Beilschmidt guy from last weekend. He wondered, if the guy goes to any local hockey games, if he liked his teammates, how good his puck control is, how strong his hands were, what he looked under the baggy clothing...right his mind was really wondering now.

“Lost in thought again? I’m starting to think you’re the dreaming type Liebling,”

As if God himself wanted circumstance to smack Matt in the face, he found the rink was no longer that empty when a starkly familiar voice rang loud and clear, snark even more present and his accent was more comprehensible without chattering voices of a crowded match. Snowy skin approached him, dazzling as the reflection of the ice decided to tease Matthew with the view of the fit but probably-straight man. Those red eyes glared in interest just as before and Matthew nearly needed to pinch himself to check he hadn’t fallen over, gotten a concussion and dreamt of the hot hockey player in his accident.

“Uh no.Besides I don’t think I would be dreaming of you anyway.” Such a lie, Matthew’s conscious teased. The man tutted at Matthew's reaction to his entrance, but took no harm in the comment and instead swerve into more polite commentary.

“Did I say dreaming? I obviously meant dreamy, especially with those curls of yours…” the man gestured to his fringe which has unceremoniously bordered his puzzled look. The boy, beside his skates, was in low hanging pants and what should have been a geeky sweatshirt but still looked flattering on the slender frame of his and had made his way onto the rink much quicker than Matthew noticed; Gilbert, as reintroduced himself, asked Matthew what he was doing on a Friday night, on the beginning of break, lonely and lost at the local ice rink and not at some frat party or in some nasty girl’s bed only to revel in amusement at the explanation of Matthew’s predicament:

“I...those aren’t my kind of thing..” he nearly trailed off completely as he explained he didn’t like parties and nearly slipped up on explaining how he was very not interested in the feminine company of a girl (let alone nasally one), he shushed himself up as he prevented the latter from outing himself to the stranger. “I had nothing to do. So…” his hands gestured down to his skates and his glasses nearly slipped as he avoided looking too closely at the other boy.

“I’m something to do.” The air suddenly felt thick as Matthew snapped back up to look at the boy, gaping wide at the rash insinuation, “You could do me, definitely. Always love so-”

“Are you flirting with me?” His voice hiccupped in surprise as he interrupted the rambling german, and his cheeks felt as if summer had come along as they warmed up unconditionally- His mind was plagued with confusion and upright disbelief and concern at such forward approaches. Most times a hockey dude flirted with him, Matthew went home with a new bruise or a new story of homophobia to rant about to his friends, and so while he was feeling extremely flattered, his heart felt an ache of prepared disappointment.

The albino man’s confidence faltered as his shoulders sagged, just as confused as Matthew, before working out the blunt confession: “..Yes? I thought I was quite obvious…”. Forming an ‘oh’ with his mouth, Matthew laughed slightly at the awkwardness of both of them- Gilbert had warmed up with red cheeks too. The two ended up skating side by side, talking feverishly about how they both got into hockey and why they were still here wasting their first weekend of the season on ice skates and talking to a member of a rival team. After a few hours of enjoyable skating, the two waddled out and slipped off their boots as they finished up closing the rink up for the night; both giggling at random stories of sporting accidents and childhood memories. The strawberry blonde tried to ignore the fact they both walked each other to the nearest coffee shop or the fact Gilbert had ordered them both coffee even when Matthew was determined to leave five minutes earlier. He tried to not think about how Gilbert had pushed a hot chocolate it into Matthew’s hands or how he smiled when Matthew tried to shove money into his pretty face. He certainly, however, did not ignore the number that had been scribbled neatly on his takeaway napkin as they parted way.

Weeks of beating the bush around each other, as excruciatingly adorable it was, Matthew was getting antsy over the ‘will-they-won't-they’ situation he had dug himself into. His heart had jumped at the buzz of his phone, and his fingers rubbed the edges of his plastic phone case as his bit his lip thinking whether or not to reply. Gilbert had invited him on a date- some ice skating on a nearby frozen over lake; the words “bring your stick too” stood out. His confidence soared at the safety of hockey- he had been terribly nervous last weekend and had spilt popcorn over Gil in the cinema hall, and just before that he had worn the same shirt. Their first kiss had been fucked up with his glasses falling down, and their first time together was messed up with his roommate barging in way too early for a Friday night. His fumbling nature seemed to draw too much attention from Gil, who, he himself, seemed shy in his approach and slow in his movement to even be within close proximity to the blonde. Overthinking aside, Matthew had barely put on his skates on a lonely park bench when he saw a skating blurry figure zoom into view- the German had brought out a beaten up stick, possibly a homemade one, making Matthew feel awkward as he shoved his pristine barely scratch stick across the wood seating.

“You’re not wearing your contacts?” The tilt of the question was more endearing than accusatory and Matthew rolled his eyes at the idea of changing out his casual frame. Over the short time of knowing each other, Matthew’s more snarky attitude came out, more comfortable to quip and to be sarcastic with his new date. He snorted with his reply, his laces still being done as he bent over.

“I didn’t realise we were gonna clash tonight, but if you want to rough it up and break my glasses do let me know beforehand so I can break your cockiness”

“Nah not fighting- however I don’t mind roughing it up another way” again a long pause made itself present as the two stared at each other, both embarrassed at what they had said but a loud caucus of laughter rang out from the pair, unable to miss the humour in such a blatant innuendo. “Honestly...I like your glasses Liebling, one more dorky thing I can remember you for.” The two smiled as they got up to carelessly pass a puck upon the ice, the local lake had been empty and so the two basked in each other’s short conversations and scrambled over quick passes. At some point Matthew found himself speeding recklessly, round and round avoiding the arms of Gilbert in an absurd game of catch, and before he could take a sharp turn his feet had stumbled causing him to stop his skates abruptly- this of course was a doomed move as Gilbert came crashing at him, bringing both the North American and the European onto the slippery ground. Pained backs seemed insignificant as the giggled their pains away, besides both hockey players were used to such collisions.

Just as the red hoodie boy sat up, rubbing his face in glee, Gilbert had turned to him, a hand outstretched onto Matthew's slightly bruised cheek.

“Why do you avoid it when I ask you to be my boyfriend?”

Matthew gulped.

The stingy words of classmates and past nightmares floated in his head, mocking his situation; he had finally found someone he could truly be with and yet...he just couldn’t accept the words. He looked into the distance but focused on the entity that was Gilbert Beilschmidt. The man who had pale skin, as bright as the first snow. Red eyes of the glinting gemstones dreamed up in movies. The suave yet composed insanity that was his humour, his care, his livelihood. Gilbert was a long lost piece of completeness in a puzzle Matthew didn’t realise he was even completing. Busted lips and bleeding hands had always been a motive to keep hidden in the dark closet. And here was a reason he was proud to clamber out of it. Why couldn’t he say the word?

“I...I just find it difficult Gil. It’s..I don’t...I need time. But I like you...I really like you.”

Gilbert softened in his touch, resting his head onto Matthew’s shoulder and the two tried to get up, hands held grasping for connection.

“Is it too early for me to say I love you?” his breath hitched as he heard the sentiment come out unsure and airy with unresolved confusion. God yes, Matthew thought, god fuck yes of course.

“Only if I can say it back.”

Matthew would never admit it, but the first match of the following season had been his favourite memory. Was it the fact the rivalry of Al and that Ivan dude finally died down? Or maybe it was the fact that Matthew scored the most goals in his career, or perhaps it was the fact a scouting agent had slipped a card into his duffel. Who was he kidding? It was the moment they had to pair up and a familiar skater from an opposing team came over, grabbing his hand with bulky gloves and those same peculiar eyes staring at him. And as the two got ready to end the game, both departing to get changed and his teammates suddenly bombarded him on questions of who and what was that they saw play out before- Matthew confessed not only to his team but to himself, a loving thought tucked away behind a calm unwavering voice:

“Gilbert is my Lover.”

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wolfliving · 7 years ago

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Stacey and her repertoire of IoT gadgets

*Better her than me, boyo

A look back at smart devices I have loved By Stacey Higginbotham

Last week, I was pretty hard on the state of the smart home. And so this week, at the prompting of one of my Twitter followers, I decided to take a look at all of the connected devices that I have tried over the last five years and share what works for me, in particular how various devices have fared in my home over time. If you're looking to upgrade a few of your in-home devices, or have a specific use case, below is a list of products, each of which I've spent my money on and have owned happily for more than a year. Maybe you'll find something to gift to your mom or dad this month or next for Mother's or Father's Day. — If you own your home, go ahead and rip out those switches and replace them with something better. This is me swapping out switches in my bedroom. Image courtesy of S. Higginbotham. Let's start with lights. While you can visit this story for my take on the switches vs. bulbs debate, in my home I use both. I have tried dozens of connected bulbs — from fancy LIFX bulbs to basic GE connected bulbs — and so far my favorites are the second-generation Philips Hue color-changing bulbs and Lutron switches. Note that both of these products require a smart home hub such as the Wink 2 or SmartThings. Which I don't mind, because the hub enables me to link these products to HomeKit, Google Home, and Amazon's Alexa whenever I feel like it. People who hate hubs will likely want to avoid these particular lights and switches, though. I also use the Hue motion detectors to turn on and off bulbs in my closet, toilet room, and laundry room. But again, I don't have strong feelings either for or against the necessary sensors. I also use smart plugs liberally for lamps and holiday lights. Inside the house, I use three WeMo outlets (one is the energy-monitoring Insight switch) and a Z-wave outlet from SmartThings' first smart home hub kit. I've had one of its outlets for six years and it still works. Outside, I use four Jasco's Z-wave outlets. I love them because they enable my holiday lights to turn on without me having to go out into the cold. Speaking of hubs, if you get serious about this whole smart home plan, you may want to consider getting one. I use both the Wink 2 ($99) and the SmartThings ($85) hub. And for 90% of you, I'm going to recommend the Wink 2 hub, both because it's the easiest to work with and because it has better uptime. SmartThings is for those of you who want to program custom apps, download drivers to increase functionality of your devices, and generally spend a lot of time customizing your smart home. If you aren't excited about spending a few hours every few weeks customizing your smart home automations and changing devices, the SmartThings hub is not for you. In the home security and access category there are so many contenders that it's tough to pick just a few. However, based on my criteria of owning it for more than a year and spending my own money on it, I'll start by recommending the Chamberlain MyQ garage door opener ($80). Not because I want to open my garage door from my app instead of the HomeLink function in my car, but because I can set it to tell me when my garage door has been open for more than 10 minutes. I also gave one to my in-laws so they could confirm their garage door is closed as they drive away from their home. As a bonus, the MyQ links up with the Wink 2 hub, which enables the door opening to be used as a trigger to turn on my porch lights after dark. I've had the MyQ since 2014 and I've so far had to change the battery in the sensor once. The other access technology I get the most questions about are door locks. I've tried a great number of connected door locks, but the one I own is the Kwikset Z-wave lock. It's located on the door that leads into the garage. Admittedly, I rarely use the connectivity; my family likes it largely because of the keypad. I highly recommend keypad locks. I change the battery on the lock about every six months, and every four months when it's super cold (the cold sucks batteries dry). The only place I don't have a connected lock is on my front door; the locking mechanism on it is weird. It frustrates me to no end, though, because I'd love to ditch my key. As for home security, I'm not terribly worried about break-ins. I have two Netgear Arlo cameras I set up inside and outside to capture any weirdness when we leave town. I used to have a Netamo Welcome camera set up to monitor the home's inside, but now I forgo that extra step since I have a dog sitter whom I assume appreciates privacy. I've also had a doorbell camera for the last year, but I wouldn't recommend that particular device to anyone. Which is a shame, because I do think a good doorbell camera is nice to have. Now onto thermostats! I've tried half a dozen of them and currently have the Kono, from Lux Products, installed downstairs ($80 on Amazon). I find it to be a good budget thermostat. I don't like some things about it, such as its refusal to pre-cool my house to the set temperature ahead of schedule, but the CEO told me that customers hated that feature because it cost them more money. Prior to the Kono, I had an Ecobee Si ($167) installed and loved it as a cheaper version of the more glamorous Ecobee 3 and 4 thermostats. It also provided the outside temperature on the face, which was awesome. Upstairs, I have a second-generation Nest thermostat, which has worked for years and does save me a bit of money. All of my thermostats are connected to my smart speakers. I also have motorized shades made by Somfy in my living room, stairway, and bedroom. Those I've hooked to the Wink hub using a proprietary controller made by Somfy. Somfy makes a new one now, but I haven't tried it. It supports far fewer channels, so I'd need two to do what I can currently do with my one older one. I linked my blinds through Wink so I can schedule them to open in the morning and close once the sun starts shining in. And speaking of speakers, one of the first things I put in my newly built home in 2012 was a set of Sonos speakers for every room. I still use them, although my daughter prefers to use the Amazon Echo. I have half a dozen variations of Alexa around my home, including the Echo Show. I don't get a ton of use out of the Show's video screen, but my daughter loves it. I have also taken to calling her on it when I'm traveling, and she's a huge fan of that. I have the Google Home, too; I use it for asking many of the tougher questions that stump Alexa. I still prefer Alexa to Google Home, but I'm trying it every few months to see if that's changed. And it has gotten significantly better. Also on the entertainment front, I have a Harmony home hub made by Logitech. For $99, I connected my TV to Alexa and Google Home, so sitters, my parents, and anyone else can turn on our TV with a voice command. Otherwise trying to figure out which HDMI channel you're supposed to be on and which remote to use is too confusing. I have not tied my lights or anything else to the Harmony hub, although it can act as a control for those devices as well. Instead I use software from Yonomi to create movie time commands that make a variety of connected devices work together without me having to shout at Google or Alexa for 10 minutes. Finally, let's move on to the kitchen. There, I only have one beloved connected device: my June oven. This is a connected oven that has weight sensors in the feet, a camera, a temperature probe, and the smarts to recognize the food I put into it. Based on the data it collects it knows what I am cooking, how much of it there is, and when it is cooked through. At $1,495, it's pricey, but it also acts as a second oven and can do everything from cooking a whole chicken to making toast. I find it's less awesome at baking breads or cakes, but the salmon, roasted broccoli, and even the toast it makes is amazing. We use it daily. I'm sure I've forgotten a device or two that I truly do love, and I have dozens more devices that haven't found a permanent place in my home yet, but the ones I've listed are tried and true smart home devices. If any of them fit a use case you have, you can feel comfortable buying them. In the meantime, I'll continue to try out stuff so I can update this list with more devices that might interest y'all.

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80smikewheeler · 7 years ago

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Autumn Headcanons

• Every Autumn without fail, Dustin always prepares and serves his signature hot chocolates. Ever since he was small, he and his mother would make his dad a hot chocolate, when he was ill. Dustin got so good at making the tastiest, smoothest hot chocolates, that his dad named them, ‘Dustin’s signature hot chocolates’, and ever since, he has been making them for his friends too, every Autumn, without fail. As soon as it starts getting colder, and the nights turn darker, he wastes no time in getting ‘his ingredients’ out, and making the boys, ‘his signature drink’.

The boys absolutely love Dustin’s hot chocolates, and get excited whenever the leaves start falling, because they know it won’t be long before Dustin starts making them his delicious drink, to sip around the D&D table, or when the boys are all doing homework together, after school, or on a chilly Sunday afternoon. Dustin always gives extra marshmallows, sprinkles and squirty cream to Will, because Will loves his hot chocolates the most, and always asks for seconds, and practically begs him to make them as soon as possible, as soon as the first leaf falls.

After a chilly afternoon of playing outside in the fresh, crisp Autumn leaves, Dustin will offer to go inside and make his signature hot chocolates, and before he has a chance to finish the sentence, the boys always race inside, pushing and shoving to get through the door first, to get to them, and Dustin being Dustin, often does this, even when it’s not at his own house! Karen and Joyce have frequently been no strangers, to walking into their kitchen, and seeing the curly-haired boy, rooting and rummaging through their cupboards for ‘goodies’, as he puts it, to add to his hot chocolate recipe.

• Karen Wheeler knits the boys scarves and matching hats each Autumn, giving them all different colours, asides from Mike and Will, who she always makes matching ones for, she thinks they look adorable in their matching, blue hats and scarves. Meanwhile, she usually opts for yellow for Lucas, as it brings out his facial features nicely, and she usually uses green for Dustin, as the colour of his long, curly hair, goes well with the deep hues of green. Will’s cheeks always tinge the slightest shade of pink, whenever he and Mike are wearing their scarves and hats together at the same time.

• Will loves to sit outside and sketch the falling leaves, often using crayons or paints to colour in the beautiful, orangey, burnt hues of the leaves. -Mike usually sits beside him, and joins in, taking in the fresh, crisp air, as he watches his talented friend concentrate so much on shading the leaves the right colour, that sometimes his little tongue starts to stick out of his mouth, without him realising it, and Mike can’t help but smile to himself.

Sometimes, Mike has a go too, at sketching some leaves, but often struggles with getting the shape of them right. Will notices Mike looking frustrated when he glances over to Will’s drawing, and back at his own, as though in comparison and disappointment. This is when Will steps in, and offers to help Mike with sketching his leaves, and teaches him how to get the rounded shape at the bottom. They often spend hours outside drawing the leaves, and Karen has no idea how they can stand the chill in the air, for that long.

• The boys always play ‘hide and seek’ in the woods in Autumn, something about the ground being blanketed in thick layers of fallen tree, and the crunching of the leaves beneath their scurrying feet, as they run and hide, and often being able to use the leaves to hide, makes it even more fun and exciting.

Dustin, being the joker of the group, always lays down on the ground, and gets Lucas to cover him, head to toe in leaves, so he is completely blanketed and covered in the leaves. He then waits for the familiar and distinctive sound of Mike’s footsteps to approach his hiding spot, and jumps up at him screaming and making noise, to which Mike always screams back, even louder than Dustin had originally screamed, in a high pitched tone, causing Lucas to always come out with the same remark, any time that Mike screamed around him, in which he tells Mike that in all honesty, he screams like a little girl, and that his little sister, Holly probably has a less ‘girly’ scream than his. Dustin always dies of laughter every time at this, as Mike tells him, “For God’s sake Dustin! Stop doing that! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Dustin always responds jokily, “Maybe next time, I will!” Mike just shoves him a little, as Lucas and Dustin snigger and try to hold in their laughter, under their breaths. Will, being the concerned, best friend that he is, always comes running over as fast as his little legs will carry him, being careful not to fall over hidden tree stumps and branches, at hearing Mike’s girlish scream, to see what’s going on, and if Mike is okay. When asked by Mike, how he knew it was him that was screaming, Will answers, “I know Mike’s trademark girly screams anywhere!” to which they all burst out into fits of laughter, and Mike looks slightly embarrassed, and often gets touchy if the boys mention his ‘girlish’ scream.

• Will naturally, is the best at hiding and it takes the boys ages to find him. Lucas always wonders how he hides so well, every, single, time.

• When Dustin is the seeker, he likes to leave finding Lucas until last, because he enjoys slowly, creeping up behind him, to then pounce all over him, to which Lucas always jokily moans at Dustin for constantly doing it, each time they play hide and seek.

• Dustin likes to hide down small ginnels and alleyways, or as trademark to him, and much to the annoyance of Mike, underneath leaves

.Lucas likes to hide in trees and high places where he can climb.

• Mike likes to hide in bushes, or in old, abandoned sheds, that are often found lying about in the woods.

• And Will likes to hide in small pipes or tubes that run along the centre of the woods at certain points, because he is the only one small enough to fit in them, and this is how he is so good at hide and seek, and manages to win every time. It’s the one time when Will feels good about his small height, as it always wins him hide and seek, to the shock and amazement of the boys.

• Lucas is a good chef/baker, and often bakes Autumn-y themed cakes or cookies, often having the boys over on a Sunday afternoon, from time to time, to bake along with him. - Will’s always come out lopsided and crooked, to which everyone always has a giggle at, however Mike always ends up feeling a little bad for Will, and says that he prefers Will’s to his own, and swaps Will’s slightly dishevelled cake or cookie, for his own, neat and precise one. Will always smiles a little to himself at this. -Dustin somehow always ends up, spilling flour all over the floor and everywhere, and can be known to be very clumsy indeed, in the kitchen.

- One time, an incident occurred whereby, Dustin was left alone with the cakes cooking in the oven, and instructed by Lucas to take them out at a strict, specific time, while Lucas took Mike and Will, to get some icing equipment out from the garage with him, and Dustin ended up dropping the cakes all over the floor, which wasn’t funny at first, but after Mrs Sinclair insisted that it was no bother at all, and that he needn’t worry about it, they all laughed hysterically about it. However now, they always leave Mike in charge of the cakes, and taking them out instead of Dustin, because he is so prone to accidents in the kitchen.

• Lucas always makes extra cakes or cookies, depending on what they are making that day, because the boys usually don’t think that theirs are as good, and with Lucas being an expert baker/chef, his always taste magnificently, delicious.

• Although Will’s actual cake or cookie, always manages to come out lopsided, the icing is always superb and without fault. With Will being an artist, his decoration skills are always on top form, and his icing is always the most in detail, and colourful. He often takes his home sometimes to show Joyce and Jonathan his handy work, and Jonathan snaps a picture of Will’s work, before he offers it to Joyce to eat, who often declines at first, and tells her son that he should have it, but after much pressing from him, she always ends up accepting, and Will smiles as he watches her scoff it down, when she thinks nobody is looking.

• Lucas will often bring a batch of cakes or cookies to Mike’s house, when they play D&D after school, or on a weekend, and Dustin will make his hot chocolates to go with them.

• They all take out Chester on Autumn walks through the woods, or down the frosty lanes of rural Hawkins, and stop to pick up conkers as they go along, so that they can attach the conkers to strings later, when they get back, and have a game of conkers with them.

-Will collects leaves usually, rather than conkers, because he admires how pretty and colourful they are, often finding the prettiest ones, and placing them in his pockets, to bring back with him, and sketch later on.

• Jonathan often lends his camera to Mike, who has seemed to develop a keen interest in photography, since he spends a lot of time around at Will’s house, and Jonathan often shows him his camera, and what certain settings you can have on it, leaving Mike really intrigued and asking him can he have a try at taking some photos, to which Jonathan tells him to be, ‘very careful with it’, after what happened to his last one, but is more than happy to let Mike have a go, as he is happy that someone is taking an interest in photography, as he thinks that if more people spent time observing others, rather than themselves, then the world would be a much happier place. He also loves the way Mike looks at him with enthusiasm brimming in his dark brown eyes, as it makes him feel ‘knowledgeable’, and like a ‘sort of a teacher’ to Mike, which he enjoys a lot.

• Mike often takes candid shots of the boys while they’re out, running and playing in the crispy, Autumn leaves, or of his natural surroundings around him, and of Chester, when he is running freely about, wanting to join in, in whatever the boys are getting up to. Mike’s photos are good, and Jonathan even tells him that he has a real eye, and talent for photography, and encourages him to peruse it, as a hobby, to which Mike agrees it would be something he would be interested in, and even puts a camera on his Christmas list one year.

• Jonathan, impressed by Mike’s photo skills and keen interest in photography, ends up giving Mike his camera one Christmas, when Karen says she can’t afford it, and he sees Mike looking confounded about, so decides to give it to Nancy to give to Mike, but Mike catches him handing it over to her, and asks what’s going on, to which he shyly admits he is giving it to Mike to keep and to carry on taking photos with it, since he’s nearly done saving up for a new one, and wanted to find his old one a good home to go to. Mike is ecstatic, and can’t stop thanking Jonathan enough, even hugging him so tightly that Jonathan has to nudge him off slightly, because he can’t breathe!

• Mike’s photography gets so good, that Jonathan even recommends that the school paper use his photos for some of their stories, or just to showcase, to which they agree, and Mike is really embarrassed over all the attention, but feels so proud and happy that Jonathan got him into photography I the first place, offering to take the Byers’ family Christmas photos for them, which come out fantastically, Joyce pinning them all up on the fridge in their glory.

• Jonathan offers to go out into the woods with the boys on one of their walks one time, and takes a photo of them all together in the leaves, smiling and laughing, which he develops and gives a copy to each of the boys to keep, and the boys treasure the photograph so much, still having it many, many years later, digging it out of old ‘keepsake tins and boxes’, showing their kids and family, reminiscing times gone by, with their best friends in the whole world.

• Often on a Saturday afternoon, when the boys have nothing else to do, they decide to set up a tent in the woods, near Mike’s house, and pretend they are explorers in a new land, often bringing the supercomms along with them, to communicate and ‘report a new finding’, as they run around and play. If they are within enough range, Karen or Nancy will radio through to tell them that they all need to come inside for dinner, and Mike refuses to leave and come home unless his mother or Nancy, correctly ‘sign off’ by saying ‘Over’, at the end of the conversation or ‘Karen out’, to which Karen tells Mike that she feels silly saying it, but he manages to get her to say it anyway, to which Dustin can always be heard in the background laughing his head off over it. Lucas just rolls his eyes at Mike, after having the same conversation with Mike about saying, ‘Over’ before.

• Dustin always brings the snacks, and where his snacks are, his ‘famous hot chocolates’ are never far behind, which he brings in portable mugs for the boys, so the• On some Autumn nights, Mrs Henderson allows the boys to have a small campfire outside in the back yard, Dustin bringing out the best marshmallows they have in the house to toast over the cosy fire, as they talk and share spooky stories.y don’t cold as they play.

• On some Autumn nights, Mrs Henderson allows the boys to have a small campfire outside in the back yard, Dustin bringing out the best marshmallows they have in the house to toast over the cosy fire, as they talk and share spooky stories.

• Mike tells the spooky stories around the campfire, while tucking in to his slightly burnt marshmallow, getting pink and white goo all over his face. Will always laughs uncontrollably at this, and tells him to ‘sit still’, as he wipes away the sticky paste from his rosy cheeks and mouth.

• Will on occasion, when not feeling too tired from a day of playing outside, takes the opportunity to draw them all sat around the campfire, making sure to get them ‘exactly how the light hits their faces’, and ‘highlights their features well’.

• They stay out until dark, and Mrs Henderson usually ends up letting them all sleepover, even once or twice, against her better judgement, on a school night. The boys always get super excited about having a sleepover on a school night too.

• Jonathan and Steve frequently take the boys camping in Autumn, as they always moan that they don’t ever get to go camping, because they’re too young to go on their own, and none of their parents want to go camping in the pouring rain, or chilly weather. So, after Will pleading with his brother to take him and the boys camping, he, and Steve offer to take them all on a camping trip over the weekend, which Dustin gets so over excited about, he practically knocks everyone over, even Steve, from bouncing up and down so much. Nancy always tries to sneak in with them too, so that she can spend some time with Jonathan and Steve in the countryside, as she thinks it will be nice and a lot of good fun, but before Steve or Jonathan get a chance to answer her, Dustin INSISTS it’s a ‘boys only camping trip!’, and that she’s not allowed to join in. Steve just laughs and shrugs his shoulders at an annoyed Nancy saying, “Hey Nance, if my little man here, says it’s boys only…It’s boys only!”, to which Dustin high fives him, as Nancy walks away, slightly annoyed.

• They take games and outdoor activity sets to play with on the car ride and also on the actual trip, and Steve always tries to scare them with REALLY scary, gory and gruesome stories, to which Jonathan always has to tell him to stop, because he’ll end up giving Will nightmares, and he doesn’t want a repeat of the time Will kept him and Joyce up until 5am, too scared to go to sleep, after he had watched a scary movie he wasn’t allowed to watch, when neither Joyce or Jonathan were in to stop him.

• However, Dustin loves it and sneaks into Steve’s tent at night, when all the others have gone to bed, just to hear the rest of the story.

• Steve teaches the boys how to play cricket, and how to swing a bat properly, which always starts out as fun, until Steve has to confiscate the bat off Dustin, after he goes, ‘too crazy’, with swinging the bat around, and safety cautious Jonathan, says he thinks Dustin has, ‘had enough for one day’, the boys agreeing after nearly getting smashed in the face with Dustin’s crazy swinging. Steve takes the bat off him, and tries to act as stern as Jonathan can be at times, but can’t help but fall about laughing, whenever Dustin has the bat.

• They go nature watching, boating and play in the free, open spaces around them, while on the trip. Will loves being in the rural areas, as he feels like he’s more at peace, and can breathe more in the country.

• On the car ride there and back, Jonathan plays his mixtapes, with all the boys singing along to the ones that they know. Will doesn’t sing very loudly, but whenever, ‘Should I Stay or Should I Go?’ comes on, he practically belts the lyrics at the top of his lungs, much to the enjoyment of Jonathan and Mike, who realise Will has a really good, soft singing voice, but they had never noticed before, due to Will’s shyness and unwillingness to sing in front of people.

• Every once in a while, Steve brings up girls and asks who each of the boys have a crush on at school, usually offering terrible advice on, ‘how to get them’, and ‘how he got Nancy’, to which Mike always starts covering his ears and yelling, “No, No, No, No, No!” to, and Dustin makes the situation worse for Mike by getting the boys to chant, “STEVE AND NANCY SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”. They all laugh, and even Jonathan joins in, before telling them all to ‘settle down now’, when he turns to look at Mike in the back seat, and he has completely covered his entire face, and buried his head into the side of Will’s puffy bodywarmer, scrunching his face in a disgusted manner, attempting to block out the jokey chants about his sister, going around the car.

• Whenever it gets to Will however, and Steve asks him, who he has a crush on at school, Mike quickly jumps in to save his little friend, when he can see Will stuttering to answer, and his face starting to turn bright red, by telling Steve that he has a crush on Jennifer Hayes, but he’s really shy about it, to which Will sighs a breath of relief, and lightly nudges Mike’s shoulder, as a ‘thank you’, for saving him from a conversation that Mike knows, he’s not quite ready to have yet. Eventually, on a later occasion, Will admits to Steve that he actually likes guys and not girls, and Steve kindly reassures him, with a little ruffle of his hair, saying, “That’s cool little dude!”

• With the help of Steve and Jonathan, the boys put up a tire swing in the woods, in their favourite spot, and take turns pushing each other, higher and higher in the sky.

• On days when it’s too cold to play outside and Autumn soon starts turning into Winter, the boys usually spend the afternoon around at Mike’s, either; playing in the basement; or watching a movie marathon of either; Star Wars or E.T. Karen always bakes pumpkin pie, to snuggle up with while they ‘get square eyes’ as Karen says, watching their favourite films.

-She often takes them pumpkin picking too, when she goes on a visit to get the finest ones for her Autumn sp• They have plenty of bike races up and down Maple Street, and in around the twisty roads of chilly Hawkins, stopping off at the small corner shop, on the way back for candy.

• They enjoy jokily pretending they are smoking a cigarette, when they breathe, and can see their own breath, because it’s so cold.

• Will loves to make, ‘leaf angels’, as he calls them, which are essentially the same as a ‘snow angel’, only in the crunchy leaves instead. The boys always laugh at first, but end up having lots of fun joining in too.

• Finally, from time to time, they find them themselves digging out Nancy’s old roller-skates, from Mike’s shed, and racing each other up and down the street, falling over a lot as they go. Nancy ends up seeing how clumsy they are at skating, and ends up joining them outside, and teaching them how to skate properly, bringing a curious Holly along with her, Will helping Mike’s younger sister stay up on her feet. Will falls over quite a fair bit, and Holly can’t help but laugh, which makes Will smile, rather than cry from the pain of landing on his backside. Dustin is actually pretty good at it, and he feels quite proud of himself, when all the others have given up, and end up watching Dustin, gracefully skate along the streets, them all cheering him on as he goes.

#Autumn Headcanons #Headcanon #Stranger Things Headcanon #Mike Wheeler #Lucas Sinclair #Will Byers #Dustin Henderson #Jonathan Byers #Steve Harrington #Nancy Wheeler #Stranger Things fanfiction #fanfiction #stranger things

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survivor-mesopotamia · 4 years ago

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Ep. #2 - “Shit ain’t over till the fat lady sings and I didn’t warm my pipes.” (Cameron)

Day 4: Well. I survived my first tribal council of the season, and even though it went exactly according to plan, while I slept my entire day away, I'm still really hesitant to tell myself that I'm doing well on my tribe. I'm really nervous that my tribe mates are playing me, and that I'm really boo boo tha fool here. I called Megan post-tribal, and I was finally able to get some closure on something that happened between us in our personal lives, which felt really good. After that, she asked me about the idol, to which I had responded "Wait, Julian didn't tell you?", which hopefully sows some seeds of doubt in Megan about Julian. Ideally, if the Enlil tribe has to go back to tribal council, the four of us can bear witness to a Megan vs. Julian war. Because unfortunately, the connections I have outside Enlil, are shared with either Julian or Megan. If Megan and Julian are going after each other pre-merge, or during a swap scenario, I don't have to share those connections anymore. After that, Megan and I just talked about the nudes we received during quarantine ~ I then promptly ran to Will to tell him about the potential crack I just formed between Julian and Megan, which was met with genuine excitement. I think I'm really gaining Will's trust, and I think we vibe so well together. Love that guy! Overall, it wasn't a very productive day because I woke up at 4:30p PST. Love that for me, thanks for shading me @ Tribal Bodhi.

going into this scavenger hunt as the tribe that went to tribal last is worrysome. It's a challenge that's fully dependent on our activity, so we are at a serious disadvantage against the other two tribes that get to choose someone less active to sit out. We don't have that luxury. The point/life system eases the blow, however, since we can get less active players 1 life while more active players can get 3. In case we lose, I'm trying to connect with everyone on the tribe. I really don't want to vote anyone out though. I have an alliance with Julian and JJ, and one with Will on the side. Chrissa wants to work with Julian, JJ and myself, and I think Megan and JJ have something on the side. I'm nervous for who would be the target in the vote, and any vote would hurt all of our games collectively. Hopefully we win because the next vote will not be easy AT ALL.

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jj and zachary are so fucking annoying to this challenge and if i vote for you first at the swap, its probably because youre typing too much during this challenge sorry not sorry xoxo - sincerely johnny a month from now

let me be clear with andrew I was not calling his hosting unfair i was calling the fact that a majority green item giving him a point unfair not the hosting but lack of yellow, also i have a headache i don't feel that good. and I just don't think zach should have had a point for it nothing against hosting obviously i watch a movie trivia thing where literally they have a challenge to challenge any questions that are unfair, that doesn't mean they are calling the question writers or the answer writers unfair.

Zach just won the tribal challenge for us which is fantastic. We can maintain the illusion of a unified tribe longer, which keeps us together in a swap situation, and Zach has clearly painted a challenge target on himself over the last two challenges which will make him go before me if our Triforce ever becomes the minority. I'm really happy with my position in the game right now

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me and monty trying to find the idol and decode this annoying ass video https://imgur.com/a/lu7sbMu

Forgive me father for I have sinned it's been approximately three days since my last confession so far can't complain really we be winning they hating we be riding pretty damn clean I've got a majoritu alliance I didn't start so odds of it falling around me and being the first voted out slim to none thank the sweet baby jesis and all that good shit. Oh well that's all for now

JULIAN’S HOST CHAT GUEST, ZEE:

I am filling in a confessional because you told me to. I am in front of my fan because it's hot. I'm thinking that it seems pretty stupid to ask me for a confessional. Julian's prod chat isn't very interesting because he's distracted.

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also just threw out madison's name to johnny. if this shit backfires on me ill be ):

https://youtu.be/Pqck1gayfJU

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yo yo yo homies!!! fuck the scavenger hunt and the mobile Skype app !! Lowkey scared but I think I’m close with everyone on the tribe except madi soooooooooo that’s probably who will go tonight. I’ve connected a lot with Monty and am hoping we can work together closely moving forward 💕not sure how useful my relationship with Zach is going to be come swap/merge bc it seems like he’s ALREADY making himself a target like the big doof he is. More later 💋

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Hello tumblr survivor world! Sorry I didnt confess for episode 1, I was going to but i accidentally exited out of the page when i almost finished writing it. Anyways, it was just a cast assessment for my tribe so tl;dr everyone on my tribe is great and its really sad that we have to vote someone out now. So this whole weekend I was away so I was REALLY worried that I would be voted out since I sat out of the challenge. But after talking to Johnny and Isabelle, it seems like Madison will be voted out tonight. Which is so bad bc this her first game in a year, but hey it's our first vote and it's not me so it's not really the time to make a stand. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Okay I took a break from writing this confessional and there's moreeeeeeeee so part 2 I guess. So I had a call with Johnny and we came up with an alliance of me, him, Isabelle, and Benji. What an iconic alliance, right? But also while Johnny and I talked we got onto the topic of idols and why it is that there hasn't been an idol post yet. I brought up that wayyyyyy back when in Malaysia and some other games around that time, some of the idol hunts were less clear cut. We ended up looking at the blog and clicking the "idol system" tab and it brought us to some weird crab video with audio that sounds like a pokemon cry? Idk part of me thinks its just a joke but I also have to consider that it might be SOMETHING. It said remember to like and subscribe so I sent a screenshot of me liking and subscribing to see if that would do anything but nope. Johnny said he'd do some thinking about it and get back to me later if he figures something out. Also tribal seems super clear cut so I'm a bit less worried now but y'know how it is I can't not worry about tribal.

i just spent $8 on a spectogram and STILL cant find this fucking idol im gonna kms... monty im sorry im steam rolling ahead looking for this thing without telling you, but thank you for the first clue xoxo... if i get stumped in the future ill reach out for SURE (but idt you trust me that much so this seems kinda valid to me) ((FOUR HOURS LATER: i told monty lololol)) ALSO FOR FUCKS SAKE I think madison is gonna go, and truthfully, im fine with it because it's the easiest thing to do due to her poor performance in the past few challenges and just being the least AROUND the tribe, but i know that it'd probably be better for me long term to get rid of abby because i just dont see her as a long term ally for me. i think she's close to JJ and Megan on the other tribe, and she's becoming much more acclimated to the tumblr survivor community that i just BET that she maybe has an additional connection on the rookie tribe. If I can attempt to break that up before we get to a swap, I think that's what im going to have to do figure out if we lose another challenge before a swap... i dont really want to see ANYBODY else go besides abby if im thinking about a second boot. i bet it wont be easy to take her out tho also, if madison goes, this is like...... lowkey vindication for game changers???? last night i talked about this with monty and i was like hmmmm "is it ugly to bring up past game history?" and his response was "not if it's within the same series" .... so. vindication

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omg i just told madison how to find the idol system thing i hope she doesnt tell anyone i told her about it LMAO........ this almost seems too easy.i got added to two alliances today. why do i not feel safe? is it me going? WTF IS GOING ON

excited to be first boot because no one will TALK TO ME!

Things haven’t changed much since my last confessional! As far as I know the tribe hasn’t started into alliances and we’re all riding some excitement at having so far avoided tribal. I think the rest of the tribe and I are all feeling good and just focusing on making the tribe switch without losing any members.

from round 2 https://youtu.be/fk002uG2HoI

Hi sorry I forgot to do a confessional this round so this will be short imma just say a few things 1. I don’t trust julian one bit he can stop being shady to me 2. I can’t believe we aren’t going to tribal I’m so fkn happy i was able to pull out the win for our tribe because I didn’t want to lose anybody else 3. I love and adore will with all of my being and he’s my number 1 ally right now 4. I find it highly doubtful that there’s only one idol in this game and that you can’t find it until merge but that’s as far as I can get in the idol search for now so I guess there’s nothing I can do about it 5. I’m still having fun can’t wait to fuck up another flash game yay!!!

My Purple edit is amazing right now. But having played more games than most of these newbies, I have decided to take on the role of teacher and becoming more of a "role model" for these newbies. I feel like I have the closest bond with Zach, and I need to get a little closer with Collin. I have Grace from past games, and then there are the others who I do not really have any strong bonds with at the moment. I guess I need to start going to them more and show that I want to work with them.

https://youtu.be/yhwXzqrTcsA Confessional 2 for round 2

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Madison voted out 6-1

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artistic-writer · 7 years ago

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Fancy A Quiche? :: A Captain Swan Fanfic

Notes: This is a self beta’d fic because I wanted it to be a surprise for the lovely @bleebug and @lifeinahole27 who came up with this little scenario. Well, I might have got a bit carried away on the explicit content, but hey, why not :p Also tagging @wordsmith-storyweaver because i know they were in on it too ;)

I also made the fanart because i do that too.

Overall Summary: Newly married Killian Jones and Emma Swan just spending an evening together after a long day policing Storybrooke.

Rating: E (omg, very E)

Word Count: 6280

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Apparently, there were no limits to Killian's abilities. In the time it had taken Emma to slip off her boots, the creased leather groaning under her grip as she tugged them off her feet, Killian Jones had began his one handed massage of her tired and aching soles. Emma relaxed back into the couch cushions, feeling their huge down envelope her equally tiresome shoulders. She groaned, a long drawn out syllable of pained pleasure, and a smile crept across her face.

“Good?” Killian asked softly as he watched her face contort and then relax with each roll of his thumb. Sitting on his knees on the floor in front of her, Emma felt like a worshipped Goddess.

Emma hummed another long vibrating sound in her throat and nodded. “Good,” she agreed, finally peeling open her eyes to look down at the man who was working magic on the swollen balls of her feet. Killian was casually dressed in some black sweatpants and a dark blue cotton t shirt hugged his upper body. A wisp of his chest hair sprang from the v-shaped neck of the collar, and his shoulders and biceps rippled with every forceful thrust of his massage. “You're so good to me,” she smiled.

Killian's blue eyes were shining back at her, his boyish smile full of innocence and sweetness she knew for a fact he did not possess. More often than not, a small gesture, such as a foot rub, turned into something a little more racier. He had a tell and Emma always knew the exact moment he intended to show her exactly how good he was to her.

After Killian has peeled both of her socks off, Emma swapped out her feet, letting Killian lace his ringed fingers between the toes of her neglected foot. The cool metal cooled the fire between her toes and his long, nimble fingers slid across her throbbing sole. “So tense, Swan,” he commented idly, pushing harder against a newly found knot by her ankle.

“Nothing that cannot be fixed by you,” Emma blinked at him, her heavy body barely registering its presence to her as it was replaced with just a tingle from his touch. Even with one hand, Killian never ceased to amaze her.

“Or wine,” Killian countered innocently. He lifted her leg and Emma let him. Killian looked up at her through his long, seductive eyelashes and pressed his lips to the inside of her ankle, the fine bone fitting perfectly into the pout of his lips. Emma stifled a giggle when his whiskers tickled her foot, her entire body shivering as goosebumps spread over her in a wave.

“We have wine?” Emma gasped a little, sure they had finished the last of it a few nights ago.

“Aye,” Killian smoothed his thumb of the skin of her foot and let Emma's leg fall to his lap. “I procured some of Storybrooke's finest this afternoon,” he wiggled an eyebrow at her.

“You went shopping?” Emma laughed a little. “Unaided?”

Killian shrugged his broad shoulders and sat back, trying not to feel so offended at her jest. “Henry was busy,” he let his own laugh escape his lips.

Emma's whole body shook with her laughter and she smoothed a section of her untied hair from her face. “I'm kidding,” She assured him as she sat forward, enclosing him between her jean clad thighs and leaning towards him. Killian's head rolled back and he smiled up at her when she laid her palm to his whiskery cheek.

“Aye, I know,” he whispered to her, his eyes flickering between her sweet, kissable lips and her darkening green eyes. He loved Emma's eyes. They were the most vibrant shade of green when she was excited, sparkling like speckled emeralds against the paleness of her skin. When she was aroused they darkened considerable, the hint of a shadow reflecting her lust.

Emma closed the gap between them and sealed his lips with her own, pressing against them so lightly that Killian felt like he was floating. His legs had long since gone numb but he was reluctant to move away from Emma's side. Emma's lips skimmed over his and he felt her body relax even more, all of the constriction of stress leaving her entire being.

Killian kissed her back, gently parting his lips and inviting her tongue into his mouth with a moan. Emma read his mind, slowly pushing her tongue into his mouth and massaging his with her own. Killian cupped her face, thumb pressed to the side of her cheek and fingers tangle in her soft, blonde tendrils that threatened to fall across her face. He held them at bay, pulling on them gently in frustration when Emma pulled away for a breath.

Emma's fingers bunched the material of his t-shirt and she could feel his stiff, curled chest hair tickling at her hand from beneath the collar of his shirt. Emma held him to her, noses pressed side by side and foreheads together, their breathing in sync on every pant. Emma's entire body tingled, aching and crying out for more of Killian's touch. But she was starving, having skipped lunch, and if she didn't stop kissing him they would surely starve.

“You alright, love?” Killian brushed his fingertips over the skin behind her ear as he pushed the hair from her face, his fiery touch causing all of Emma's synapses to fire at once.

“Hungry,” Emma's one word answer made Killian chuckle and he pulled away from her with a smirk.

“And If you meant what I'm hungry for, you wouldn't have stopped kissing me,” Killian pushed himself to his feet and offered her his hand and a raised eyebrow. Emma blushed a little, but he was right. When it came to Killian Jones, Emma would do anything to taste him a little longer, only right now her stomach protested with a fierce growl.

“I skipped lunch,” Emma confessed, clutching to her rumbling stomach as she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. Killian purposely pulled her harder than he needed to, pressing his semi hard erection into her hip as they collided. Emma grinned, a breathy gasp escaping her throat.

“Maybe later I could massage you some more,” Killian smirked and smoothed his hand along the edge of the red leather of her jacket. His fingers darted under the hem of the pliable material and skirted over the warm skin of her lower back. “You know, when you are sated.”

Emma smirked, looped her arms around his neck and stretched against his firm chest. “I don't think I'll ever be sated.”

Killian almost growled, his entire body fighting to stay pinned to the woman he loved whilst his mind, the more rational of his inner beings, tried desperately to remind him that Emma was hungry. And a hungry Emma was almost as frightful as some of the worst seas monsters he had come across. Henry had once called his mother 'hangry' and proceeded to explain, in the most teenage of ways, that it meant someone was both hungry and angry. Normally the anger was caused by the hunger and so the vicious circle was complete.

Emma, as flirtatious as she was right now, would no doubt be 'hangry' at any moment, and send his arousal scurrying for the outermost reaches of the farthest realms in no time.

With a grumble, Killian stepped back and Emma pouted. “I've cooked you dinner,” Killian said quickly, lacing his fingers in hers and tugging her to follow him. His bare feet made no noise across the surface of the floorboard, and Emma followed obediently with an excited skip.

“You really are amazing, Killian,” Emma smiled, mostly to herself as he was facing away from her.

Killian stopped just short of the kitchen, the dining table embellished with pristine crockery and cutlery behind him. He moved behind Emma, leaving her awestruck at the layout before her. No food was visible yet, but as she gasped, Emma could almost taste the aromas on her tongue. She had no idea what he had cooked, but it smelled absolutely incredible. Emma had no doubt it would taste exactly the same.

Killian tugged her jacket from her shoulders with his one hand, his hook having being long retired for the night leaving just his smooth stump. He pushed the red leather down Emma's arms and she shook it free to help him. Killian quickly rested it over the iron hooks they had screwed to the basement door in a makeshift coat rack, and then returned to her.

“I mean it, this is incredible,” Emma had to blink a few times in astonishment. Killian pressed himself into her back and wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling when Emma's delicate fingers gripped onto his forearms.

Killian nuzzled into Emma's hair, inhaling her scent and finding her ear under the long, curled softness. He felt her body shiver and the hairs on his arms stood on end. Killian smirked and Emma could feel his scruff itch at the skin of her cheek, his breath hot and humid against her ear as he whispered the word that set her whole body alight with passion.

“You have not seen anything yet.”

Two hours later, Emma had drunk all of the wine.

Killian had surpassed himself this time and not only cooked Emma dinner, but had prepared absolutely everything himself. The linguine had not only been made entirely from scratch, but Killian had dyed the strips of pasta with squid ink, turning the whole dish a silky black. He had set sail, floating the Jolly Roger out of the bay and acquiring some fresh scallops from some far flung ocean corner, picked up some huge elegant tiger prawns on his way back to port, and had marinaded the whole dish in a white wine sauce.

And he had still found time to buy her favourite wine. Even if it wasn't enough between them, because they had finished every last drop. But that was okay, because Emma knew that Killian had a healthy stash of rum, and they had so far polished off over half of the bottle whilst playing the Game of Thrones drinking game.

“So, if I am to understand the rules of this game correctly...” Killian stopped mid slurred sentence to stifle a hiccup. He balled his fist and pressed it to his mouth, snorting deep in his throat.

“Don't throw up,” Emma warned, swaying next to him on the couch. Killian just closed his eyes and shook his head.

“...we see tits, and we drink.”

“Or ass,” Emma pointed at him assuredly.

“Tits or ass,” Killian confirmed with a drunken frown.

Emma snorted a laugh through her nose. “Ass and titties!” She declared loudly, rolling back on the couch and nearly spilling her half filled tumbler of rum. The dark liquid swirled up the side of its clear confines like a tidal wave.

Killian watched her fascinated by her sudden eruption of glee. “I'm sure that is yet another cultural reference that is beyond me.”

Emma's laughing ceased momentarily and she nodded in agreement. “It's from a song,” Emma frowned, wondering suddenly how to explain Three 6 Mafia and rap music in general to a pirate born in 1826. “Never mind.”

“Can I win this game?” Killian's words slipped from his lips more melded together than he would have liked.

“Aren't we competitive,” Emma teased, leaning her weight against Killian where he sat beside her. He just smirked at her, head bowed and an eyebrow raised.

“Well, why would I play if I cannot best you, love?”

“You can't best me. Period,” Emma mocked and narrowed her eyes, her already blurry vision almost disappearing.

“You and I both know that is untrue,” Killian quirked his brow at her again and lifted his glass to his lips.

“NO!” Emma screamed, lunging across his lap to grab his wrist before he could take a sip of his rum. Killian jumped back, eyes wide at her outburst.

“Hey!” he objected.

“We haven't started the next episode yet,” Emma told him firmly, her body suddenly heavy and unable to right itself from where she lay.

Killian laughed deep in his chest and when her hand slipped from his wrist, he gulped down the remainder of his rum. The alcohol scorched his throat, which had already become hoarse from screaming at the various characters on the screen – the Greyjoys were NOT pirates – and Killian leaned forward to plant his empty tumbler to the coffee table. Emma groaned when she was slightly crushed under his chest and he plucked the matching tumbler from her grasp.

“I would rather see my wife's bosom,” Killian said softly, his words hanging on an unfinished statement as Emma rolled herself over awkwardly and peered up at him. Her hair spilled out over his lap and Killian couldn't help running his hand through the golden tresses.

“Oh yeah?” Emma smirked, biting the inside of her cheek.

Killian nodded. “I was so close earlier but she was hungry.”

Emma pursed out her bottom lip at him playfully. “Oh, that's so sad.”

“Aye, it is a tragedy,” Killian leaned forward and brushed his lips over Emma's softly, sucking on her bottom lip as he kissed her upside down. Emma's hand found his cheek, her fingertips brushing over his scruff and holding his face to hers as their tongues danced with each other. They both tasted of rum with the faintest hints of their seafood meal and red wine. It was an odd concoction, but neither noticed when Killian deepened the kiss and Emma sat up in response.

Drunk or not, they often seemed to sober up pretty quickly with a house to themselves. Henry had wanted to spend the night alone on the Jolly Roger, and Killian had agreed, oozing pride for his step son who had taken an interest in the vessel. One day the ship would be Henry's, so it meant a lot already that the sixteen-year-old showed diligence.

That's if they had no other children, and by the way they were going right now, it wasn't an impossible outcome.

Emma crawled over his lap, straddling Killian fluidly and instantly grinding down on his arousal. Her hands found his face, clawing at his cheeks, pulling his lips to hers more fervently. Killian wrapped his blunted arm around her back, holding her to him as they kissed, his other hand tracing the harsh lines of the seam of her jeans along her thigh.

“Would you like to see them now?” Emma breathed, their noses side by side and her words but a breath across his slightly parted lips. Killian's eyes opened and his ocean blue orbs were dark and stormy, a reflection of his desire. He gulped hard, unsure exactly why after so long Emma could still affect him this way. In a way, he was glad, but he suspected that drunk Emma was a little more willing to play to his fantasies than sober Emma.

“Aye,” He smirked, his mouth hanging open and his tongue tracing the edge of his front teeth.

Emma sat back on his lap, crossed her arms over her chest and toyed with the edge of her shirt. She gave Killian a wink, gently lifting the material a little to expose her taught stomach. Battles and sparring had left her toned, her abdomen almost rigid to touch, and she enjoyed the rush of cool air to her muscular frame.

“You want to see more?” Emma taunted her husband, letting the white cotton fall down over her stomach again, before lifting it a little higher. She watched his face light up, murky blue eyes riddled with alcohol but his attention as sharp as ever. “Maybe...what underwear I am wearing today?” Emma bit her bottom lip and pushed her hands under her shirt, groaning as she toyed with her ample breasts.

Killian swallowed a hard lump down his dry throat and couldn't help but reach out and trail a finger over her exposed hip. He loved watching Emma, who as it turned out, was quite the exhibitionist in the bedroom. Killian's face stretched into a boyish grin because he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, what underwear she was wearing today. It was lacy, sheer and black with red accents along the waistline of the French style knickers and edge of the bra cups.

Seeing Emma in it was possibly the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

“Why don't you strip for me, love?” Killian offered a prompt, his fingers digging into the side of her torso earnestly.

Emma let out a girlish giggle and pressed her hands to his chest, bunching the material up in her hands and pulling his entire body from the back of the couch roughly. Killian gasped, unsure of her intentions, their lips millimetres apart and still swollen from their earlier kissing. Emma relaxed her hands and rolled her head to the side coyly, pushing her hands over his shoulders and then tugging the thing cotton of his t shirt over his head.

Killian flopped back against the couch, his nipples chilled and pebbling beneath his decadent layer of chest hair. Emma's hands were on his skin once more, her fingers threading through the black, curled hair that embellished his entire torso. Her fingers idled in the center of his abdomen, drawing lazy circles in the thicker growth there, her eyes following the trail down to where it disappeared inside of his sweatpants.

“What are you thinking?” Killian eyed her, trying to work out her thought process as her face twisted with thought. He had no doubt they were filthy, whatever her inference.

Emma leaned back, taking in his physique for a second. Killian Jones was a fine specimen of a man. He had muscles in all the right places, a perfect, boyish smile and the way he was proportioned set her bones on fire. Emma looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes boring into her very soul. Emma leaned forward and flattened her palms to his chest, her drunkenness causing her head to swirl unnoticed, and rested her lips to the outer shell of Killian's ear. His heart skipped in his chest, and he felt her fingers scratch at his skin.

“I want you to touch yourself,” Emma purred, her breath hot and humid against his ear. Killian shivered and felt himself harden in his sweatpants. “I need you to touch yourself whilst you watch me,” Emma reiterated her want, letting one hand leave Killian's chest to trail a single finger down behind his ear. Killian groaned aloud, his eyes pinching themselves closed as Emma stroked one of his many erogenous zones and wiggled herself harder against his erection.

Before he had time to reply, Emma was sliding from his lap and tugging the material of his sweatpants with her, exposing his rock hard member to the cool air in the room. Killian hissed a little, his erection twitching to be touched. Emma stepped back, crossing her arms, grabbing the hem of her shirt and finally lifting the white material over her head. It was tossed aside, joining Killian's shirt on the floor beside the couch.

Killian had remembered well, and Emma did indeed have his favourite underwear on. Black laced cups hid her heaving bosom behind a thin layer of padding, but Killian had Emma's body well and truly memorised. He knew the exact size, weight and temperature of her skin when she was aroused, and he could easily imagine away her underwear. He brushed his hand over his chest, teasing his own nipples before sliding it down to his erection and gripping at the velvety smooth shaft.

“Are you a bad boy?” Emma swayed her hips to invisible music, turning away from him as she popped open the button of her jeans.

“Aye,” Killian panted, stroking himself slowly. Emma's back was just as sexy as the rest of her, and her shoulders were covered in the warmth of her sunshine coloured locks.

Emma leaned forward a little, inching the fabric of her jeans over the curve of her behind. “Is this what you want to see, my naughty pirate?”

Killian's strokes sped up slightly and he dug his toes into the floor. “Aye, Swan. Show me more, love.”

Emma pushed her jeans a little harder past her hips and down her thighs. They were skin tight, and she folded her body in half, bending over in front of Killian in order to push the material all the way down her legs. She heard Killian growl and couldn't hide the smirk that crept along her rosy lips at his reaction.

Emma twisted her body so she was facing him once more and kneaded her sensitive breasts in front her him. She took a step towards him, ignoring the wobble of her legs as she tried to focus on her desire and not her inebriation. Emma let her head fall back, her long hair tickling at her waistline as she moaned and arched her back into her own touch.

“Killian...,” She whimpered.

“I'm here, love,” he assured her, pumping his member harder as she stalked towards him.

Emma reached around and unsnapped the clasp of her bra, letting it fall away and finally exposing Killian's prize. The anticipation of seeing Emma's smooth, milky skin was agony and for a second he had to halt his strokes when his body threatened to fall. When she was within reach, Killian sat forward on the couch, perching on the edge of the seat and pulling her to him harshly.

Emma let out a shriek, melting into his touch when Killian flattened his huge, hot palm over the cheek of her ass. He crushed his lips to the skin of her stomach, kissing his way along the jut of her hip bone and grabbed at the waistline of her panties, almost ripping the lace away from her. His whiskers scraped at her skin and the pool of warmth between her thighs ached a little more as Emma imagined his head between her legs. Emma pushed the sides of her underwear down, letting them pool at her feet to leave her naked before him.

Killian panted against her skin, nipping at the smooth skin of her thigh and inching his fingers into her apex. Emma smelled intoxicating, sweet and sensual with the slightest hint of vanilla coating her skin. Killian's fingers brushed over her sex, slipping on her juices that were already covering her outer folds because she was so turned on. Killian's need to taste her was insufferable, and he nuzzled his face into her soft mound, coaxing her thighs apart for him.

Emma braced herself on his shoulders and lifted on of her legs, resting her foot on the couch beside his naked hip. It was a silent invitation into her sweetness and Killian did not hesitate to take advantage of it. His scarred nub rested to the side of her elevated calf, rubbing up and down Emma's lower legs slowly, sending all of her nerve endings into spasm. As if that wasn't enough, when he finally pressed his tongue to her scorching clitoris, Emma squeaked and her vision went black.

Killian felt Emma's fingernails dig into the skin of his broad shoulders, the pain only momentarily causing him discomfort. Her reaction to his tongue on her most intimate area was one he always enjoyed, and was one that always left him with a new souvenir against his skin. Killian smirked and flicked his tongue against her aching nub, holding her to his face and drinking in her nectar impatiently. Emma's hips rocked against his face and she tussled her fingers into his hair, clenching a fistful of his black locks in an attempt to steady herself.

“Oh god...,” Emma panted hard when Killian explored her folds with two fingers, dipping the digits into her core to torment her. Killian pulled his face from her mound and Emma frowned, her brow knitting together in frustration.

She rolled her head forward, barely able to focus, and loosened her grip on his now messy hair. “You fucking tease,” She smiled at him, pushing his hair from his face and dipping her head to kiss him. Emma could taste herself on his tongue and Killian was right, she was excruciatingly sweet. Emma's hand found her throbbing clit once more and she rubbed it in circles, lubricated by a mixture of saliva and her own nectar.

Killian pushed her leg from the couch and firmly slapped her ass. Emma's eyes flew open and she jumped a little with the sudden pain that shot through her skin. His hand left a print and Killian smoothed his palm over the burning cheek. “Turn around,” he commanded darkly and Emma obeyed obediently.

“Aye, Aye, Captain,” Emma uttered seductively, spinning on her heels until she was facing away from him.

Killian took himself in hand once more stopping briefly to swat her ass one more time. Emma's skin pinked once it was thrashed and Killian sank back into the couch cushions some more, taking in the view of her rosy behind. Emma cast him a look over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed because she knew the game he was playing. They had done this before and it was one of Emma's favourites.

Without instruction, Emma sat back, purposefully missing Killian's weeping erection and settling herself against the hard planes of his toned abdomen. His hair tickled her sore cheeks but she ignored it, instead writhing against his chest hair some more when she laid back flush with his trunk. Killian reached under her leg, helping her lift it so she was resting her feet onto his thick, tensed thighs, and then began stroking himself once more.

“Do you know what I want?” Killian growled into her ear when she rested her head to his shoulder. Emma bit the inside of her lip and nodded, arching her back.

“To fuck me,” She breathed, her words almost lost in the quiver of her voice. Killian pressed his tip into her folds, teasing her with the prospect of entering her. He loved teasing her almost as much as he enjoyed actually having sex. The sense of power, especially over someone as impressive as The Saviour, was so addictive Killian thought he might explode at her words.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Emma?” Killian rasped against her neck, sucking on the pulse under her skin and easing into her searing center just a little. Emma moaned a little and whimpered when he pulled out again.

“Please...” she begged, sliding herself down his body, craving to feel him inside of her, stretching her walls and making her feel whole. Killian rocked his hips a little and Emma took in half his impressive length, her legs shaking a little because she was so close already. With all the foreplay and teasing Killian had wound her so tightly that she knew it wouldn't be long before she found her release.

Emma turned her head so she was facing Killian once more, her already sweaty skin sticking to his when their foreheads rested against each other. Killian kept her eyes contact, his breath hitching in a mirror image of her own as he pushed himself into her to the hilt, pausing to let her adjust to his full girth. Emma cried out and Killian seized her lips again, kissing away her mewl with long, languid strokes of his tongue. “You're so beautiful when you beg,” he whispered throatily.

“Oh my god,” Emma whined seductively, dazed and at Killian's mercy. “Please, please, please fuck me now.”

Killian nuzzled his nose into the soft skin behind Emma's ear, feeling the warmth her over his entire body. She clenched her inner muscles around him as he began moving in and out of her, each tender thrust causing her to erupt in rhythmic sighs. Killian wasn't sure how long he could hold off his own surrender, so reached over Emma's hips and began working her exquisite bundle of nerves closer to his goal.

Emma's hand found the back of his head, gripping into his messy hair on each of his thrust. Killian tolerated the pain in his scalp but bit down on Emma's shoulder is response, causing her to rock her hips a little faster. The angle was incredible and Killian could feel the tell tale flutter of Emma's inner walls around him as she approached her orgasm. Killian increased his speed, and when Emma's hand took over the furious rubbing of her clit, he moved to massage the pliable skin of her engorged breasts.

Emma's nipples jutted out under his palm, each one getting a turn to be rolled between his fingers and teased with the cool metal of his rings. Emma's body reacted instantly and her breath hitched in her throat, rolling her hand even faster over her nerve hub as her vision blurred and she cried out in ecstasy. Assured that she had finally come when her body went limp, Killian pounded into her a few more times before his own frenzied climax found him and rendered him helpless.

There was only the sound of deep panting when Emma finally opened her eyes. Her skin was hot, burning to the touch and her apex throb with the after shocks of her orgasm. Killian's silky smooth shaft was still inside of her, softening only a little after he has emptied himself into her. Emma relaxed her grip on his hair and her face spread into a content grin when Killian smoothed his hand over her stomach and kissed the skin of her shoulder.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she stifled a laugh and let her legs go limp over Killian's. He finally went soft and slipped from her swollen core, both of them ignoring the dribble of ejaculate that followed.

“That is one way of putting it,” He laughed, wrapping his arms around Emma tightly and burrowing his nose into the golden tresses of her hair once more.

“You ruin me, Mr. Jones,” Emma turned herself so she was snuggled against his chest and let her fingers run over the sword of his necklace. Somehow she has forgotten it and was sure she would have a mark on her back in the morning.

Killian nestled his lips against the crown of her head and kissed her sweetly. “And you love it.”

That night, Emma dreamed of her husband some more. If it wasn't enough that he literally invaded her body, Killian Jones invaded her dreams too. When they had retreated to their bedroom, content to clear away their discarded clothes in the morning, Emma had insisted on showing Killian her appreciation for his efforts. Twice more. And Emma loved it.

She awoke with a smile planted firmly on her face, her lips stretched sideways into the sunshine that was invading their bedroom and beginning to creep across her features. Emma stretched out under the covers, her camisole twisted around her body awkwardly where she had moved so much in the night. Emma had always been a light sleeper until she met Killian because falling asleep in his arms felt like the safest place in the entire world.

Emma smoothed her hands across the bumps of the mattress and frowned when all she found was the bed empty beside her. She finally peeled an eye open and sure enough, Killian was gone and his side of the bed was pulled over neatly in an attempt to half make it with her still in it. Emma opened her other eye, blinking rapidly to clear her vision, and pushed herself to sit up.

Instantly, all of her blood pooled from her face and left a pounding sensation across her temples. Her mouth was dry, probably because she snored, and her tongue tasted of alcohol. They had consumed a reasonable amount last night, and Emma smacked her lips together, trying desperately to remove the lasting taste with a disgusted frown. She peered around the room, but she was alone, only the dust particles dancing through the sunlight keeping her company.

Emma threw back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed with a yawn. Her muscles ached under her shoulder blades and she rolled her shoulders to ease the tension between them. Emma spied her sleeps shorts on the floor beside the bed and her lips twitched into a smile when she remembered how they had been discarded by Killian only moments after putting them on. She reached down for them and pulled them on, dragging her heavy feet to their en suite bathroom to brush her teeth.

When Emma emerged she heard a clatter from downstairs. She cocked her head, listening for more noise, but was only met with silence. Emma padded from the room, her footsteps falling silently against the wooden floor of the hall as she made her way to the stairs. Her hair was messy, frizzy at the ends, so she pulled it back into a loose ponytail and then wound it around itself until it was in a high bun. Content it wasn't going to fall back over her shoulders anytime soon, Emma wrapped her fingers around the banister rail and sneaked down stairs.

Killian was in the kitchen, a dirty bowl cast to one side, the sink full of used utensils and a used chopping board that stuck out at an odd angle. Emma smiled at his domestic nature, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall to watch him. Killian was wearing his sweatpants from last night but a quick look over her shoulder at the discarded pile of clothes confirmed that he was currently commando. His shirt was also still there, and he flitted around the kitchen half naked, his muscular back rippling and tensing with every movement.

Emma rested her head against the cool, painted wall and just watched her husband move. He was fluid, each sideways step and action completed as if he was being choreographed. In reality, there was no one instructing him on how to move around their kitchen. Killian Jones just knew how to from years and years of swashbuckling sword play and keeping his balance aboard a ship at sea.

“Enjoying the view, love?” Killian said without turning the face her. He was busy letting a yellow, egg like mixture dribble out of a bowl into something Emma couldn't see from where she was.

“I am,” Emma confirmed with a smile and pushed her weight from the wall.

“Am I that becoming?” Killian smirked to himself, watching the last remnants of his mixture fall from the bowl with a shake. Yesterday, as he shopped for dinner items, Killian happened upon the good fortune of recalling a recipe he had found online and had yet to try. While it looked arguably disgusting in its current state, he had no doubt it would bake and be perfectly transformed into something more edible.

“What are you cooking?” Emma interrupted his musings when she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled her face into the dip between his shoulder blades.

“An arugula and pancetta quiche,” He felt Emma inhale and smile against his skin, pulling him closer to her with tiny, splayed hands over his belly.

“Sounds delicious,” Emma droned softly.

“Aye, I hope so,” Killian agreed, trying to find the will to ignore the way her hands over his skin made him shiver with excitement. The hair on his torso was softer than Emma remembered last night, so he must have showered already, and another sniff of his skin confirmed her suspicions.

“You showered already,” Emma pouted, her words muffled against the smooth skin of his back. Her fingers wound through his blackened curls, glossing over his belly hair and moving upwards to the thick layer over his chest. “You smell good.”

Killian grinned and the hair on the back of his neck stood to attention when she brushed her fingertips over his nipples. Killian rested his hand over her forearm loosely, letting her feel his skin and cling to his back as long as she wanted to. Finally, Emma rolled her face against his skin and planted her supple lips to the dip between his shoulder blades, letting her kiss linger for a second with a content hum.

Emma's hum turned a little darker and her hands roamed over the front of his body more amorously. She pushed harder against his skin, kneading his pecs and smirking at the hardened nipples under her palms. Killian laughed and spun around in her arms, a little embarrassed, and buried his face into her neck. He kissed along her clavicle, enjoying the access now her hair was tied back.

“Swan, are you still drunk? How much wine did you have last night?” he quirked his eyebrow at her but it went unnoticed because Emma was far too busy watching her hands drag her fingernails through his chest hair down to the thick patch by his waistline.

“I'm just trying enjoying my husband,” she sang innocently, images of last night flashing before her eyes.

“Who is trying to cook you a fancy breakfast quiche, my love.” Killian had already preheated the oven and stepped from her grasp for a second to place the raw quiche inside. Adjusting the temperature, he turned back to a sulking Emma. “What?” He mirrored her smirk when Emma bit her bottom lip and wiggled her brow at him.

“I think it's pronounced 'quickie',” She giggled and launched herself into his arms.

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New (less culturally appropriative) Ilvermonry House suggestions

So I’m not sure if anyone’s done this yet (they probably have and I don’t feel like scouring the internet to find out), but I thought I might make some suggestions for alternate house names and mascots for the Ilvermorny school in America. As an American, I was really excited to have an American side added to the wizarding world, yet I, like many, was incredibly dissapointed with J.K. Rowling’s insensitivity to Native American culture (and most of the sociopolitical, cultural, racial and historical nuances of this country, but that’s another post). When first announced, I was inclined to reject them and ignore Ilvermorny altogther. But as time went on, I really did begin to like the idea of the school, and I have lots of ideas for American wizard characters and stories set at Ilvermorny that I want to write. I also like what each house represents, because I think it’s a really interesting way to divide them. It’s just, the mascots and names are so.... just no. I don’t want to perpetuate and normalize cultural appropriation, and so I have decided that, for the purpose of my own understanding of Ilvermorny (and in my eventual fanfic) I will be swapping out the creatures and beings from different Native American cultures for literal animals that are native(ish...) to the Massachusetts area. The names are still preliminary, but I think the new mascots capture the spirits of each house.

So, without further ado, I present my version of the four Ilvermonry Houses:

Ursares

Represents a wizard’s body; favors warriors

Mascot: The bear

At first, I intended the former Wampus house to be represented by the terrifying and fierce grizzly bear, but grizzlies are native to the western part of the continent, and the founders of Ilvermorny would not have encountered them. And so, I decided to go with a black bear, technically, but I’m sure modern members of the house also identify with grizzlies. And polar bears. And possibly pandas, although those aren’t technically bears. “Ursares” is based on the Latin word for bear, Ursa, but made to sound cool and more official. I originally considered making the mascot of this house a Puma, but decided that that was too easy. And also, bears are cute and scary and great.

So, go Bears!

Apidae

Represents a wizard’s heart; favors Healers

Mascot: The Bee

This one stumped me for a while, but I eventually decided that the former Pukwudgie house would be best represented by a honey bee. Honey has healing properties, so the Healer connection works there. Also, bees are generally nice and won’t harm you until you try to harm them; at that point, they will put their very lives into the wounds they inflict, which to me captures the idea of the “wizard’s heart”. Though they be but small, they be fierce :) Once again, “Apidae” is taken from the Latin word for bee.

Go bees!

Magnardea

Represents a wizard’s mind; favors Scholars

Mascot: The Great Blue Heron

[I wanted a more majestic gif for this, but I couldn’t find one. Oh well]

While I originally was trying to think of some reptile that would capture the spirit of the former Horned Serpent house, I eventually concluded that the North American animal which best captures the aloof, mysterious nature of this house is the Great Blue Heron. If you’ve ever seen one in person, you will understand. They’re just so... majestic. They look like dinosaurs when they fly, and they’re very elusive. They seem like they would be wise. As far as the name goes, “Ardea” is the Latin world for Heron. However, I didn’t want two houses to start with the same letter and I was pretty set on Apidae, and so I added the prefix “Magna” which means great, because it’s the “great” blue heron, and also this house seems the most pretentious :) (this is my house, so I am allowed to say that). This is the name that I’m the least sure of, because it still sounds kind of weird to me, but it’s what I’ve got for now.

So, go Herons!

Crotalus

Represents a wizard’s soul; favors Adventurers

Mascot: The Rattlesnake

Once I became sold on the Heron as a mascot, I decided not to go with another bird for the former Thunderbird house. I was drawing a blank, until one of my friends suggested the rattlesnake, and I think it fits. I associate them with the woods and with the desert, which are far out places where one might go adventuring. Also, they’re known for their sound, which is also an association with Thunderbirds, so that sort of works. There’s danger and venom here. “Crotalus” is their Latin genus name, and I think it works as a House name without any modification.

I do like this mascot, but I would be open to other ideas for this house too. I think I considered wolf, coyote, different kinds of raptors such as hawks or vultures, and maybe an albatross? But again, I wanted four very different animals, and I already have a four-legged mammal and a bird house, and I can’t think of any other reptiles that are native to the Massachusetts area and that capture the spirit of Thunderbird (turtles don’t seem to work).

So (for now), go Rattlesnakes!

#ilvermorny houses #ilvermorny #american wizards #american wizarding #horned serpent #pukwudgie #thunderbird #wampus #Ursares #Apidae #Magnardea #Crotalus #say no to cultural appropriation #ilvermorny sorting

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