#safety gear vibes

[kirric-the-fan]

Fuck it. Magical girl gets a dump truck/digger magical attack.

[whatsy0urdream]

Top Ten Things to Avoid While Thru-Hiking: A Guide to a Safe and Enjoyable Journey

Thru-hiking is a unique and adventurous way of exploring the great outdoors. It involves hiking long distances over several days, weeks, or even months. The experience can be both physically and mentally challenging, but it is also incredibly rewarding. It is essential to be prepared for the journey and avoid some common mistakes that can turn the adventure into a nightmare. In this post, we will…

[harmonyrae]

Crimson Tides

Synopsis: You love picking fights with Rafayel and he indulges you. But there’s a reason you avoid him when you’re on your period. Your emotions are louder and harder to control. And mood swings aren’t the only symptom you struggle with… But as infuriating as Rafayel can be, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

Content Warnings: Mention of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, explicit language, angst, fingering, before & after care, PiV, unprotected sex, cream pie, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5k Now Playing: Supernatural by Ariana Grande

The steady pounding of your feet on the treadmill was doing little to numb your mind. You knew working out would only make the tension in your shoulder, your back, your legs - basically everywhere - so much worse. However, the alternative was biting people’s heads off and that is looked down upon.

You’d been in the middle of a mission when your period started, rather suddenly actually. You keep track of it for the most part, but it’s never really followed a strict schedule. So when you got swiped at by a Foulwing, you assumed the blood on your legs was from a cut. When you found no injury, your stomach dropped and you raced to the locker room, your face beat red with embarrassment. 

No one made fun of you, this wasn’t high school. It’s happened to other female hunters and you’ve even helped them out, offering your jacket to cover up until they can get back to Headquarters to clean up. But you had been on this mission alone so you arrived covered in blood and everyone panicked. Jenna let you go home early. She swore it wasn’t because of your “accident” but rather a reward for a successful mission. You knew better. 

So here you are, working out in Rafayel’s home gym. You didn’t want to be alone, but you also didn’t want to be around anyone. Rafayel’s house was the perfect place to be today. He was on a nocturnal schedule thanks to a bout of artist’s block, so he was asleep and you’d be gone by the time he woke up. 

You cleaned up at Headquarters, caught a cab to Rafayel’s house and changed into some workout gear you keep in case you stay for a few days. You put your headphones on and blasted your “Badass Bitch” playlist in an attempt to drown out the bad vibes and moodiness. You turn up the speed on the treadmill before you are ready for the pace. You feel your legs shake with exhaustion, but keep pushing yourself. 

“Shit!”

You stumble and grab onto the safety handles, bumping your phone and sending it to the floor with a clang. The song in your headphones abruptly stops and you throw your head back with a groan. Great, now your phone’s broken. Just what you needed. But instead, another song began playing. You instantly recognized which playlist it was from and let out a breathy laugh. 

The sultry tone of a song from your “Hot & Steamy” playlist started. The lyrics about dirty thoughts and hands on bodies made your cheeks burn. Getting extra horny during your period wasn’t unusual but today you were so irritated, horny just wasn’t welcome to the party. Not that you could uninvite it now, you could tell by the sudden hypersensitivity of your nipples that “sexually frustrated” was your current state.

You yank the emergency cord and hop off the treadmill, scooping your phone off the floor. Your thumb hovers over the pause button. You’re about to change the playlist when you hear his laugh and his voice shout your name.

You turn to see Rafayel in the doorway and your stomach drops. He must have just rolled out of bed. Shit. His dusty purple tresses were fluffy and unkempt. His silk sleep pants hung low on his hips and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Your clit throbs and you grit your teeth. 

“Hey cutie, didn’t expect you to stop by today.”

You yank your headphones out and pause your playlist. He was so cute and being so nice and you just wanted to keep your mouth shut because you knew you’d say something mean. With how you are feeling, even his kind words would irritate you. 

“You okay?”

He approaches you and extends a hand to touch your shoulder. You recoil and turn your back to him, walking to your duffel bag to tuck your phone inside.

“Fine. I’m fine. Just leaving.”

“Oooookay… You don’t have to go. We could order dinner?”

His voice was hesitant, but you could tell he was confused by your abrasive tone. He crosses his arms, never taking his eyes off of you. You zip up your bag and toss the strap over your shoulder.

“I don’t want dinner, I want to go home. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” 

You brush past him. You were in full on pout-and-stomp mode and it was painfully obvious. You will deny it until your last breath after the day you’ve had. Rafayel scoffs and follows you out of the gym and up the stairs to the main floor.

“Okay, something’s up with you. Why are you upset?”

You turn on your heel and face him, your hands clenched at your side. Turning around was a mistake, you can’t help but look down and gawk at his bare torso. His abs, the mole on his chest, that chest you just want to bite… No STOP. 

“I’m not upset.”

His smile turns into a smirk and he raises a brow. His eyes trail down your sweat slick body. Your workout shorts and bra are a little too tight with how bloated you’ve been all day. You’d hoped sweating would help with that, but now you just feel exposed. He tilts his head as he meets your eyes once more. 

“Puhlease, like I can’t tell when you’re moody.”

You cross your arms and plaster a sarcastic smile on your face.

“Oh I’m moody now? Am I just too emotional for you, Rafayel? I deal with your moody ass everyday and you can’t deal with me for a single day? Is this a ‘can dish it out but can’t take it’ situation?”

Rafayel goes through a myriad of emotions, his expression changing every few seconds. He was surprised, confused, hurt, irritated and finally angry. He steps closer and crosses his arms, that signature pout finding its way to his face. 

“I can ‘take it’ just fine, but at least when I am moody I have a reason to be. You’re yelling at me for what? What did I fucking do this time?”

Your chest hurt with how irrational this whole conversation was. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself - or rather, your body. Maybe you were a tiny bit angry with him, because he looked so damn sexy when he was angry. There’s a reason you liked picking fights with him. Usually he knew when you were picking a fight and would play along. But today, this was just ridiculous and you knew it. 

“You have a ‘reason’ huh? What ‘reasons’ are those? It’s raining, you can’t find your paintbrush in the nightmare mess you never take time to clean up, or maybe Thomas is doing his job asking you to do yours?”

Low blow. You bit your tongue, too little too late. His eyes widened and he glared at you, the purple sparkle in his eyes darkening. He took a step toward you and you backed away, not letting your face reflect the slight panic you felt. You knew exactly what he was doing. You had a habit of running away during fights, to “cool off”, but this was a huge issue for Rafayel. So you made a deal with him, you told him to back you into a corner when an argument broke out. It would force you to be an adult and discuss the issue rather than run away because it was easier. As long as he gave you enough space to breathe, you wouldn't run away.

You wanted to turn and run for the door, but Rafayel had successfully backed you into a corner. You could crawl over the couch or shove him, but you knew better. He would just keep coming after you. You keep your arms crossed and lean against the wall. His cologne overwhelms your senses and you clench your thighs. He smells so fucking good. 

He lifts his hands and places them on the walls beside your shoulders and you let out a breath. The darkness fades from Rafayel’s eyes as he scans your face and watches you breathe. He steps closer to you, your chest brushing against his making you shiver. 

“Is this a real argument or not?”

You turn your head and look away, but his hand takes hold of your chin and he turns you to face him. His thumb brushes against your jaw as he settles his hand on the side of your neck. Your eyes drop to his lips, those plump rosy lips…

“Cause if this is a real argument we need to talk. But if it’s not, I need you to tell me what made you want to pick a fight.” 

You roll your eyes and try to pull your face away from his hand. He doesn’t let you escape, instead he moves closer, pinning you to the wall. Your chest heaves and your heartbeat pounds against your ribcage. Your arms are still crossed, so they are pinned against your stomach. 

“Please?”

His tone softens and you let out a sigh. You can feel your cheeks heating up, the flush spreading down your neck and chest. 

“My period started on a mission today. I had blood all over myself in the office. Jenna sent me home early. And now I am cramping and horny and irritated.”

The words spill out of your mouth and you prepare yourself for part two of your argument because if he dares to smile, you are tearing into him. Instead he continues to stroke your jaw with his thumb. His other hand reaches up to take the strap of your duffel bag, he pulls it off your shoulder and drops it on the floor. 

“I’m sorry.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek and before you can stop it, you are letting out a strangled sob. Rafayel pulls you into a hug, one hand holding your head against his shoulder gently petting your hair. Your body shakes. You weren’t even that upset - more frustrated and disappointed but you couldn’t stop the thunderstorm in your head. 

“I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t… I am so frustrated and I just… I was…”

Rafayel shushes you, which you’d normally find annoying, but today you are grateful. You didn’t want to talk, talking made things worse. Or rather, you talking made things worse. 

You feel Rafayel press a kiss to your temple and you finally push against him to pull your arms free to wrap around him. He holds you for who knows how long, his hand petting your hair or massaging your lower back. When you pull away from him, he holds your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. 

“Let’s get you into a hot bath. Should help the cramping, yea?”

You nod weakly and let him guide you to the master bathroom. He motions for you to undress while he turns on the water in the large clawfoot tub by the bay window overlooking the ocean. The window is cracked so you can hear the crashing of the waves. The sun’s setting and the sky is painted a bright orange and red. The bathroom had a warm glow and you felt your shoulders relax.

As you peeled off your sweaty shorts, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You had to remove your tampon and what if you leaked? You shuffle sideways to the toilet, worried Rafayel would turn around. Of course he does, he strolls to the sink and crouches to pull out the bath salts from the cabinet below. He faces you, his expression neutral. 

“Ugh.. could you… umm… turn around?”

Rafayel squints and puts the salts on the counter to put his hands on his hips. 

“Why?”

His tone was indignant, he kept his eyes trained on you. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover your stomach. He approaches you now, his brow knitted together.

“I just... I have to… I have to remove my tampon and I… You know I can set up the bath myself.”

He lifts his hands to rub your arms. He smiles sweetly. 

“Okay, go ahead. And I know you can, but if I’m joining you I should at least do my part.”

You mumble incoherently trying to argue, but you are silenced with a kiss. Rafayel holds your face, his lips pressed against yours slowly inching them apart. His tongue dips into your mouth and a moan slips past your lips. His tongue dances with yours and his hands dip to hold your neck, caressing your shoulders and then wrapping around your back to start unhooking your bra. You place your hands on his chest.

“I’m bleeding… we can’t…”

He lifts his pointer finger to your lips. He starts kissing your jaw, your neck, down your shoulder. Every point of contact makes you shudder.

“We can. You said you were feeling…”

He hums as he nips at your earlobe, making your moan louder than you expected. 

“I can help with that. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”

You stop pushing against him and he resumes unhooking your bra. He tugs the straps down your arms and drops your bra to the floor. Your sensitive nipples press against his chest and you feel your pussy clench. He lets you go and backs up, you lean towards him, chasing his warmth. He chuckles, holding you steady.

“Do what you need to do and I’ll finish getting the bath ready. Bubbles or no bubbles?”

You laugh and tug the hair tie out of your hair, letting your hair fall down your back. 

“Do you have any more of the Cherry Blossom Oat Milk stuff? It smelled really good.”

Rafayel nods and crouches to get the bottle. You turn to face the toilet and take a deep breath before removing your underwear and tugging your tampon free. You wrap and toss the tampon in the small trash can by the toilet. You were bleeding heavier today, which explains the - wait, when did he put a trash can by the toilet?

“Raf?”

Rafayel sits on the edge of the tub, pouring a generous amount of bath milk and salts into the steaming water. He looks over to you.

“When did you put a trash can by the toilet?”

He returns his focus to the bath, dipping his arm in to swirl the water and make the bubbles foam. He rises to place the bottles by the sink. 

“Well last month I noticed the trash can under the sink was pretty full with your… products? Is that the best word to use? Anyway, I kept thinking how uncomfortable it must be for you to have to bring it over here, open the cabinet, throw it away… I just thought it might help?” 

Tears well up in your eyes. Rafayel can be silly and careless at times, but he can be the most thoughtful person too. It was such a small gesture, but it warmed your heart. 

“It does, yea… thank you.” 

His smile lit up the room, he was so proud of himself. You giggled before standing to walk to the tub. You usually took at least one bath during your period, opting for showers on the daily since it was faster. But when you could settle into a bath you never had any leakage, the water pressure gave you a blissful soak. But you had never shared a bath when you were on your period. You couldn’t deny the anxiety that was building in your chest.

“I can literally see you overthinking something. Spill it.”

Rafayel’s voice brings you back. You wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably. 

“I’ve never had a bath with someone when I’m… ya know…”

“So I’m your first? Kinky.” 

You swat at his arm as he approaches. You didn’t even realize he had removed his sleep pants, his cock on full display now. You gasp and avert your eyes. Like you’ve never seen it before… You feel his hand on your back, he closes the distance between you to take your hand and help you into the tub. You step into the water, bubbles swirling around your legs. You slowly sink down and let the water surround you, the warmth instantly soothing your tight muscles. You shift to the center of the tub and Rafayel steps in behind you. He sits down and immediately wraps his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You rest your head against his chest and settle your arms along his legs. 

You close your eyes and try your best to relax, but you can feel the rigidity of your shoulders. You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling. You feel Rafayel’s chest rumble with laughter against your back. His hands lower and he begins massaging your lower stomach, initially causing you to twitch. He kisses your temple and whispers soothingly into your ear.

“I have you, beautiful. Just breathe.”

You close your eyes again and take a deep breath through your nose. His hands melt away the tension and the cramps slowly fade. As your breathing steadies, your senses come to life. The cherry blossom bubble bath, the sea breeze just outside the window, the intoxicating scent of Rafayel’s cologne, his chest pressed against your back slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat syncing with yours. You run your hands down his arms. He lowers his head to place soft kisses to your neck.

This quiet moment, safe in Rafayel’s arms, stirs up a tidal wave of emotions. Your period always makes you more reflective. He fights with you when you need tension. He holds you when you need comfort. He kisses you when you need passion. He fucks you when you need, well, to feel everything at once. 

Just thinking about his body tangled with yours makes your clit throb and your heartbeat quickens. Rafayel feels it and his kisses become more intense. He sucks at the skin under your ear and whispers your name in that voice that makes your knees weak. 

His hands drift lower and he rubs the inside of your thighs, carefully spreading them open. He takes his time rubbing your lower stomach and thighs, making sure you are relaxed.

“Rafayel, I –”

He shushes you again. Your anxiety swirls, but as soon as his fingers find your swollen clit every muscle in your body unravels. You let out a shaky breath and lift your hands out of the water to grip the sides of the tub. He continues tracing circles, every nerve sparking, your thighs drifting further apart as your pussy clenches around nothing. 

His fingers finally reach down to dip into your needy pussy. You let out a quiet yelp, not used to the sensation. Your pussy is tender, raw, bloody, but so so sensitive. His fingers slide in with ease, he drags them in and out while his palm rubs against your clit. His other hand cups your breast and he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Your back arches and a moan echoes through the bathroom.

“My beautiful girl...” 

You turn your head to look at him, he rests his forehead against yours. You bring your hand to the side of his face, his fingers pumping faster making your stomach twist. Your brain is reeling, emotions clouding your judgement. His lips lock onto yours and you sigh, opening your mouth inviting him to go deeper. 

You can’t stop your hips from rolling forward against his hand. His movements slow when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. He reluctantly breaks the kiss and nudges your cheek with his nose.

“Do you want more?”

You feel something snap inside of you, desperation isn’t the right word to describe how badly you need him. You pull his hands away from you and sit up in the tub suddenly, causing water to splash out onto the tile floor. Rafayel looks at you, his brows raised in confusion. You turn and sit up on your knees, your hands reaching around Rafayel to hold onto the edge of the tub behind his head. His expression shifts from confusion to recognition, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub allowing you to position yourself however you like.

You straddle him, your thighs squeeze between the tub and his hips. You feel his cock press against your stomach and you groan. Rafayel’s hands finally move and settle on your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your body falls forward, your chest pressing against his. He runs his hands up and down your back, his eyes scan your face searching for any sign of discomfort.

“Raf…”

A mix of embarrassment and desire stops you. Your cheeks flush and your knuckles turn white from gripping the edge of the tub so tightly. You turn to hide your face, but Rafayel’s hand catches your chin. 

“Close your eyes.”

You look at him, dumbfounded by his request, but you do as you’re told. With your eyes closed you focus on your breathing, enjoying the sweet scent of the air. You feel his hands rub your hips, gently lifting you to sit up on your knees fully. His lips brush across your chest, nipping at your collarbone and dipping to capture a nipple. He sucks softly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak. 

His fingers continue to stroke you, dragging a finger from your pussy to your clit and back. You rest your cheek against his head, squeezing your eyes shut. You want to look, to see his lips around your nipple, his fingers exploring your pussy. But you keep them closed, for now. 

You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance and you gasp. Rafayel releases your nipple and reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you like he’s drowning and you’re the oxygen he is so desperate for. You start to lower your hips, enjoying the pressure and gentle stretch as you take him inch by inch. 

You feel his legs lift, his knees bend and your body shifts forcing him to fully sink into you. You throw your head back and moan his name, he places open mouth kisses down your neck grunting as he moves you with his legs. He drops his hands to your hips again and lifts you before dropping you down again. 

Your eyes fly open and you look down to where your bodies are joined. But before you can fully see Rafayel wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Your cheek is pressed against his, his warm breath tickling your ear. He returns his hands to your hips and guides them to grind against him. 

“I said… close your eyes…”

“But…”

“No arguing. Pick a fight with me later… right now…”

He guides your arms around his shoulders to drape over the edge of the tub, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. His hips start pulsing upwards before he lifts your hips to grind and drop, over and over and over…

“You’re going to cum… as many times as you want…”

You close your eyes and grab onto your elbows, locking Rafayel’s head in place. You press your lips against his ear and moan his name. You feel his cock twitch inside you and his hips jerk, driving himself deeper. His fingertips dig into your hips as he lifts you.

“There you go.”

His voice makes your heart flutter, somehow he has mastered the perfect combination of sexy and smooth. You might fight for control over silly things, but in the bedroom it’s just natural and you never fight for dominance. Sometimes you’re in control, sometimes he is. And tonight, you needed him to talk you through it and fuck the moodiness right out of you. 

He grabs your ass and shifts your hips, flattening your stomach against his, the new angle driving his cock right into that spot that leaves you gasping for air. You lift a hand to grab a fistful of his hair and press his mouth into your shoulder. He takes advantage of this and marks the skin of your shoulder and neck to filth. You’ll have to wear a scarf for a week with how harshly he sucks and nibbles at your skin. You start rocking your hips, matching his pace, the bath water sloshing back and forth, some splashing over the edge. 

His fingers find your clit and your hips stall, the pressure was just right and you could feel your pussy clench tight. Rafayel feels it too, he presses his forehead against your shoulder now, steadying himself. 

“That’s it, my treasure, give it to me. Come on, let go.”

He pinches your clit and you scream his name. Your hands fly out to grip the sides of the tub as you lift yourself off of him only to slam back down, feeling as if you’re splitting yourself in half on his cock. With you taking over the movements, Rafayel lifts his other hand to squeeze your breast and lifts it to his mouth to suckle your tender nipple. His moans vibrate across your chest and push you right over the edge.

You feel yourself fall apart, thighs shaking, clit throbbing, tits bouncing, hands aching as they grip the slick porcelain. You don’t stop bouncing, trying to prolong this bliss for as long as you can. You let your head fall back as you whimper Rafayel’s name like a prayer. He releases your nipple with a wet pop before setting his head back against the edge of the tub.

The warmth of his release takes you by surprise, you can’t help but grind harder as you listen to him whine and grunt. You finally look down at him, strands of his hair stick to his forehead, his cheeks rosy, his lips swollen, his eyes closed - he looks so pretty when he cums. His bliss makes you cum again, you didn’t even realize how quickly you had spiraled. The suddenness of your second orgasm knocks the wind out of you and you collapse onto Rafayel. He opens his eyes and steadies you, forcing his hips to move despite being overstimulated. 

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you ride me so well. My beautiful girl…”

You feel tears stream down your face and you gasp. You wrap your arms around Rafayel so tightly you feel his body shake as he laughs softly.

“I’m not going anywhere, I have you. That’s it.”

And you stay like that for a while. Even after the highs of your orgasms fade. You hold onto him, his hands rubbing your back, his cock still buried inside you. When you finally lean back, he kisses your nose and smiles.

“Let’s hop in the shower, yea? Then I’ll make us dinner.”

Your mind starts to clear and you glance down at the water. The pink tint is too dark to be the bubble bath. Your eyes widen in horror and you feel your emotions start to bubble over. Rafayel catches on quickly and reaches for the towel hanging on the rack next to the tub. He covers your face with it, you wince and grab onto his wrists.

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t look.”

You tug the towel away from your face and look down at him.

“I’m sorry I made such a –”

Before you can finish your statement, the towel is being forced back over your face. 

“Nope, nah, not allowed, can’t hear you, la la la la la!”

You grumble into the towel and slap at his chest. You giggle despite your embarrassment. 

“Rafayel!”

“I’m going to help you get in the shower. I’ll drain the tub and join you in a second. No arguments, remember?”

“Fine, but I can’t breathe!” 

He pulls the towel away and you gasp for air. He lifts a hand to cover your eyes, letting you catch your breath before he wraps an arm around you and lifts you. He helps you stand and step carefully out of the tub. You trudge across the bathroom to the shower and feel the warm water cascade down your back. Rafayel removes his hand and kisses your cheek. You watch him walk back to the tub. You don’t focus on the tub - you couldn’t if you wanted to with his ass right fucking there. 

He joins you and helps you wash your hair, running his fingers through and massaging your scalp. You lean back against him and enjoy his tender touches as he washes you. You return the favor and laugh as he complains about shampoo dripping down his face. He wraps a towel around you and leaves for a minute to find one of your sleep sets. After you both are dressed, you join him in the kitchen while he cooks. You eat a giant bowl of shrimp fried rice and curl up on the couch with Rafayel to watch your comfort movie. 

You lie on top of Rafayel, your head on his chest, a blanket tucked around you both. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you can’t fall asleep yet. You look up at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the moon. He feels your movement and looks down to meet your gaze. 

“What’s wrong?”

You smile and rub your hand up his chest to caress his cheek. You take a deep breath, letting the air empty from your lungs slowly. He nuzzles into your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Nothing. I… Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For tonight.”

He chuckles and leans forward to place a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you!”

You press your face into his chest and giggle. This man. 

“I hate you.”

“Liar, you love me.”

You close your eyes and feel the steady rise and fall of Rafayel’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The faintest hint of cherry blossoms drifts through the air. 

“I do. I really do.”

Tag List (comment if you wanna be added!): @trishiepo0 @not-so-quite-human @kitsunetori @babyx91 @libriomancer @lilyadora @crowskitten22

AN: For the Rafayel girlies who love to argue with our pouty fish. And who feel self-conscious, intensely frustrated & in need of the sweetest words of encouragement during that time of the month. Thanks for reading! (Also, please use protection if you engage in sex on your period! Safety for your partner is a priority!!)

[shiftthemoon]

── .✦ SNEAKING INTO THE FORBIDDEN FOREST ? READ THIS GUIDE !

if you’re reading this, you’ve officially gone mad. brilliant, good for you. the forest isn’t just trees and shadows; it’s death with a personality. most of it either bites, poisons, or curses you. the rest? probably waiting to eat your corpse. still, if you’re dead set on going in there (or someone double-dog-dared you), this guide might keep you alive. maybe. don’t get your hopes up.

there’s no “one size fits all” for forest survival. what happens depends on what you find—or what finds you first. and don’t act like you’re invincible just because you know a few spells. the forbidden forest doesn’t care. so read this, prepare smart, and try not to die.

DAYTIME PREP: don’t wait until the last minute, silly

this isn’t some “grab your wand and vibes” situation. the forest is a predator playground. get your life together now. here’s how.

🧳 WHAT TO BRING !

1. your wand:

• i shouldn’t have to say this, but you do need it.

• make sure it’s polished, properly tuned (ollivanders will hex me for saying this, but a quick rub with moondew helps), and capable of these spells:

• lumos: obviously. but practice dimming it (lumos minima) so you’re not a walking lighthouse.

• nox: don’t forget to turn it off.

• protego: your shield charm will save your life, but only if you’re fast.

• stupefy: stunning. aim well; miss once, and you’re done.

• incendio: it’s fire. creatures hate fire. you should love fire.

• episkey: minor healing charm. it won’t regrow your arm, but it’ll stop the bleeding.

• silencio: for you, your mates, or something noisy trying to give away your location.

if you need a wand:

• nick one. i don’t care where. no wand, no chance. but if you’re desperate, try borrowing one from a younger kid—first years are easy to bribe with chocolate frogs.

2. an invisibility solution:

• option 1: cloak. potter has one. nick it if you can.

• option 2: disillusionment charm. harder than it looks. practice near the lake; the squid won’t judge you.

• option 3: don’t get seen. dark robes, quick feet, and shadows are your best mates.

3. snacks (for creatures, not you):

• honeydukes chocolate: nifflers and centaurs like it. snag it from honeydukes.

• raw meat: thestrals are carnivores. ask the kitchen elves—they’ll think it’s for your owl.

• woodlice or shiny things: bowtruckles will pick bark over your eyeballs if you bribe them.

• coins or fake jewels: nifflers don’t care if it’s real, as long as it’s shiny.

4. healing gear:

• dittany: nothing heals like this. sneak into greenhouse three during herbology class. sprout keeps the best batch behind the fanged geraniums.

• murtlap essence: for bites and burns. ask hagrid; he always has some.

• a bezoar: if you’re worried about poison, snag one from snape’s potions cupboard. pray he doesn’t catch you, or the bezoar won’t be your only problem.

5. clothes:

• quiet boots. no squeaky soles.

• dark robes that don’t glitter (you’re not at the yule ball).

• gloves. trust me, some plants bite.

6. extras for safety:

• a rope: in case of quicksand or to climb trees. steal from hagrid’s shed.

• lantern or enchanted candles: lumos is great, but a backup light won’t hurt.

• a map of the forest (if you can find one): rumor says the centaurs have some, but good luck convincing them to share.

ESCAPING HOGWARTS: don’t get caught before you even start

hogwarts is a bloody maze, and you will run into someone if you’re not careful. professors and filch have schedules, and if you don’t know them, you’re done for.

🧙‍♀️ WHERE THE PROFESSORS ROAM :

1. mcgonagall:

• loves the first-floor hallways after dinner. stick to the west wing if you’re moving early.

2. snape:

• lives in the dungeons and stalks them like a greasy bat. avoid the lower levels entirely. if you must go down there, hug the shadows near the potion shelves.

3. filch & mrs. norris:

• unpredictable. loves the staircases, especially the third-floor landing.

🗺️ SECRET PASSAGEWAYS TO USE

1. humpbacked witch statue (third floor):

• tap the statue with your wand and say, “dissendium.” it’ll drop you into a tunnel straight to honeydukes cellar. brilliant for sneaking into the forest via hogsmeade.

2. mirror near the library (fourth floor):

• move the frame. the passage pops out behind hagrid’s hut.

3. tapestry of barnabas the barmy (seventh floor):

• leads to a staircase near the great hall exit.

4. kitchen corridor:

• tickle the pear on the painting of the fruit bowl. crawl through.

THE FOREST: how to survive

it’s not just trees. the forest is alive with creatures—some lovely, some terrifying.

⚠️ THE ZONES

• the thestral glade: eerie but quiet. carnivores, but they won’t bother you if you’re chill.

• acromantula territory: webbed trees = run.

• unicorn pools: shimmering water, pure vibes, very rare.

• centaur trails: hoofprints mark them. don’t stray; they’re territorial.

• dark caves: deep, damp, and cursed. avoid unless you want to meet something worse than spiders.

🕷️ THE CREATURES

1. acromantulas:

• danger: lethal.

• massive spiders with a taste for meat.

• what to do: back away slowly. don’t scream, and don’t run. use incendio if they’re too close.

2. thestrals:

• danger: chill, if respected.

• skeletal horses. they’re carnivorous, but they won’t eat you unless provoked.

• what to do: offer raw meat. they’ll vibe with you if you’re polite.

3. hippogriffs:

• danger: depends on your manners.

• proud and powerful.

• what to do: bow. wait for them to bow back. don’t get cheeky.

4. boggarts:

• danger: emotional damage.

• takes the form of your worst fear.

• what to do: riddikulus. laugh, even if you’re dying inside.

5. unicorns:

• danger: none.

• pure and shy.

• what to do: stay soft. let them approach you.

6. werewolves (during the full moon):

• danger: instant death.

• feral and fast.

• what to do: climb a tree and pray.

7. centaurs:

• danger: medium.

• intelligent but territorial.

• what to do: no sudden movements. speak respectfully.

8. red caps:

• danger: sneaky.

• little goblin-like creatures that thrive in blood-soaked areas.

• what to do: light scares them. use lumos maxima.

9. hinkypunks:

• danger: misleading. lure travelers with lanterns into danger, though will rarely be sighted around here.

• what to do: lumos maxima breaks their hold.

10. grindylows:

• danger: moderate. water-dwellers with grabby fingers.

• what to do: stay out of the water. expelliarmus disarms their grip.

11. erkling:

• danger: high. goblin-like with mesmerizing laughter.

• what to do: cotton in ears, stupefy.

SNEAKING BACK IN

1. timing:

• be back by 4 a.m. professors wake early, and you don’t want to meet mcgonagall in a corridor.

2. clean up:

• mud, twigs, or spider guts? get rid of it before someone sees.

3. cover story:

• “couldn’t sleep. went to the library.”

• or, “peeves pulled into one of his pranks. you know how he is.”

final thought: you’re either brave or stupid, but at least you’re prepared. good luck. or not. the forest doesn’t care.

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When it comes to cold weather, the main rule (regardless of gender or presentation) is: when in doubt, choose warmth and safety over style. 

Some basics: 

Layering is your best friend: Start with moisture-wicking base layers to keep sweat off your skin. Follow with insulating layers (like fleece or wool), and finish with a weather-resistant outer layer (like a puffer jacket or waterproof coat) to protect against wind, snow or rain.

Keep your sensitive areas warm: Make sure your hands, feet, and head are covered! Gloves, warm socks and a beanie can prevent cold-related discomfort or injuries. 

Waterproof: If you're facing snow or rain, make sure your clothes are waterproof. Wet clothes lose their insulating ability, so staying dry is a big part of staying warm! 

Reflective Gear: If you’re out in the dark or in poor visibility conditions, consider adding reflective elements to your outfit for safety.

People can react differently to temperatures. A temperature that feels super cold to you could feel comfortable to someone else, depending on what you’re used to (and some other factors). As a very basic rule, we can say: Gloves, beanies, and other cold-weather accessories typically become necessary when temperatures drop below 40°F (4°C). In more severe cold (below 32°F (0°C)), it’s even more important to wear them to protect yourself from frostbite and maintain body warmth. But it goes even in milder weather: if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s windy or damp, it’s a good idea to add these items for extra comfort.

With all that being said: Clothes are not just for safety and temperature control, they also help you express yourself - and that doesn’t suddenly change in winter. 

Dressing for cold weather doesn’t have to mean sacrificing your personal look. Whether you want to present more feminine, more masculine, or more androgynous, here are some tips to help you layer up and feel like yourself: 

(Note that these are suggestions, not hard rules. Style is highly subjective as everyone has different tastes, preferences, body types, fashion inspirations, budgets, cultural influences etc. I could suggest something here that you’d feel super uncomfortable in - if so, that’s not a sign you’re “doing it wrong”! Cherry-pick what feels right and ignore the rest) 

If You Want to Present More Feminine

Base Layers: If you want to wear skirts or dresses in winter, start with thermal leggings or tights! These can be nicely paired with cozy, long-sleeved tops or lightweight thermal shirts. (But also keep in mind that plenty of women, cis or trans, do not wear dresses all the time! Nothing wrong with choosing jeans!) 

Outer Layers: There are plenty of styles to choose from that have a feminine touch, such as a belted trench coat, a pea coat, or a long wool coat. Shawls are also excellent for adding a touch of style while keeping you warm! 

Footwear: Knee-high or thigh-high boots lined with faux fur or fleece can keep your legs warm and add a polished look to your outfit. Ankle boots with thicker socks are also a good alternative.

Accessories: Scarves, gloves, and beanies can be both practical and stylish. Knit hats or earmuffs can add a soft, cozy vibe to your look.

Style Tip: Go for a mix of fabrics like wool, faux fur, and knitwear to create texture and warmth.

If You Want to Present More Masculine: 

- Base Layers: Start with thermal undershirts or moisture-wicking base layers. Consider long underwear for added insulation beneath your pants.

- Outer Layers: There’s plenty of outerwear to choose from, like a puffer jacket, parka, or wool overcoat! (Faux) Leather or bomber jackets layered over sweaters can also add a masculine edge while keeping you warm.

- Footwear: You might want to opt for sturdy boots, such as work boots, Chelsea boots, or combat boots. Thicker socks can keep your feet warm.

- Accessories: Don’t skip out on scarves, beanies, or gloves for being “too feminine”. They can actually be great for adding a more rugged feel to your outfit! You just gotta find a color and style that fits you well. 

Style Tip: Focus on layering in a way that adds structure. Sweaters, button-ups, and jackets work great together for a sharp, put-together look. Play with dark, neutral tones and thick fabrics like wool or denim for extra warmth and style.

If You Want to Present Androgynous

- Base Layers: Neutral-colored thermal tops or turtlenecks can serve as great foundational pieces. You may want to pair these with straight-leg or loose-fitting pants that allow room for layering underneath.

- Outer Layers: Oversized coats, puffer jackets, or long trench coats can work well for an androgynous look. Try layering with oversized sweaters or fleece pullovers for extra warmth.

- Footwear: You could go for sneakers, lace-up boots, or loafers paired with warm, thick socks. But really, any pair of shoes can work for an unisex outfit. 

- Accessories: Neutral-colored scarves, simple beanies, and fingerless gloves can add to an androgynous look. Minimalist accessories like oversized scarves or gender-neutral caps are both practical and stylish.

Style Tip: Aim for a balanced mix of structured and relaxed pieces. Try loose layers on top with more fitted pants, or vice versa, to create an effortless, warm, and non-gendered appearance.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[demonic0angel]

Your Damian Fenton post gave me severe Uncles+Aunt Everlasting Trio vibes.

After the Moment TM of Danny being jealous about Jazz fixating so much on Damian, and everything had been said and resolved, I can imagine Damian being a little insecure, because his own Uncle looked like he didn't like him.

The goggles being a gift from Danny would be the turning point for the two of them.

Imagine, Danny in the lab, looking over notes from Frostbite about some experiment that he wanted to try out, maybe to take neutral ectoplasm and make it into healing ectoplasm, and he's pulling out his hair a little bit, because it's a lot all at once, and Damian wanders into the room, a little nervous, because while Uncle Danny already said it wasn't his fault, Damian still desperately wants his family to like him.

It's the "lightbulb moment" of a successful experiment that turns it around into Danny and Dakian being thick as thieves.

Danny bouncing on the spot, watching the mixture settle and change colors, and as he feels Damian approach curiously, in true Jack Fenton fashion, Damian gets to be squished against Danny's chest like a teddy bear while listening to his Uncle rapid-fire explain what just happened. It's actually pretty nice, getting to go limp and be swung around while cradled against Danny's chest, while Danny purrs with joy.

By the time he's set down again, Damian has a cursory understanding of what the experiment was, and also undeniable proof of love from his Uncle.

From there, Danny breaks out his old lab coat, from when he was Damian's size with the matching safety goggles, and has Damian put them on so they can take a photo together and send it to Jazz.

I can imagine Danny ruffling Damian's hair, giving him the Gremlin Smile and telling him "your mother's gonna flip if she catches you here without safety gear. But don't worry, your uncle's gonna make sure you know how to stay safe."

Danny gets whapped with the newspaper for using Lab Time as a bonding moment, but Damian is still clinging to him and constantly swishing the ends of his lab coat like he can't believe he's wearing it.

From there, by the time Danny, Sam and Tucker finally start dating, Damian has at least one patch in all his jeans, courtesy of Tucker, and he keeps stealing one specific t-shirt from Sam, because she left it in Danny's room and Damian thought it was the coolest thing ever, so he's going to steal it, like the gremlin Fenton child that he's learning to be.

Sam shows up the next day with a whole suitcase of graphic t-shirts for Damian to try.

Do you think the reason why Damian meets the Bats is because the Trio have eventually moved to Gotham, and Jazz+Damian are taking a vacation to go see his Aunt and Uncles?

The Trio take their nephew to a dog park so he can pet the dogs? Maybe also because they adopted a puppy from a shelter and whenever Damian is with them he HAS to be involved in walking the dog every day?

Regardless, one of the Bats see this mini-Bruce racing a dog through the park, and immediately have to go stick their nose into it, to great distress to Damian, and some seriously ruffled feathers from his Uncles, Aunt and Mother. Luckily, not Grandma and Grandpa, this time, because they're busy attending a seminar with Frostbite and his students, or there would be even more threats of bodily harm than there already were.

Danny, Tucker, and Sam were definitely a large part of his life since they babysat him when Jazz was busy. He bonded with them a lot over shared hobbies and interests (Sam with gardening and plants, Tucker with cars and machinery, Danny with ghosts and science and stars).

Honestly, when I thought of Danny being jealous of Damian, it was meant to be a moment between Jazz and Danny since Damian would've been like,,, seven when it happened. However, your idea is super cute! Danny and Damian do often do experiments and hang out with each other, but that's a post for another day 😌 the coat is specifically from Jazz since she gave it to him for his first birthday with them.

The reason why Damian meets the Bats is that the entire Fenton family went there to visit for vacation, but the real reason was that Jazz was planning to move there for work and wanted to take Damian with her, so she wanted to check it out first. Of course, shenanigans ensue as Damian makes friends with the Batkids (who are endeared by the tiny, mad scientist) and then eventually meets Bruce.

[plutosunshine]

Mars in signs

Mars in Aries

Mars in Aries is like having a supercharged engine in a sports car. People with this placement tend to be bold, assertive, and full of energy. They're not ones to sit around and wait for things to happen – they go out and make them happen. That impulsive action and independent streak make them a force to be reckoned with. They're quick to act, competitive, and always up for a challenge. Honesty and directness are their trademarks; they have the physical energy to back up their courageous approach to life. When you've got Mars in Aries, it's like having a firecracker lit under you – you're ready to go full speed ahead!

Mars in Taurus

Mars in Taurus brings a super persistent and steady vibe. People with this placement have a practical approach to everything they do and possess some serious willpower. They're patient and focused on stability, and once they set their sights on a goal, they're determined to make it happen.

These folks are all about that sensual and physical energy, taking slow but deliberate action toward their desires. They're resistant to change and value endurance and stamina. These individuals provide a grounded and unwavering presence in a constantly changing world.

Mars in Gemini

Gemini Mars individuals are like the Energizer Bunny on steroids - quick, adaptable, and always on the move. Their mental agility is off the charts, and they can switch gears faster than a Formula 1 car. They're the kind of people who can't sit still for too long and are always on the lookout for the next adventure.

These folks are curious cats and have a relentless thirst for knowledge. They ask a million questions and always dig deeper to uncover the truth. Their smooth communication skills can charm the socks off just about anyone. Plus, they're great at juggling multiple tasks without breaking a sweat.

But here's the catch - Gemini Mars individuals get bored faster than you can say "boredom." They need constant mental stimulation and variety to keep them engaged. Their playful and witty nature makes them the life of the party, and they're always ready with a clever solution to any problem thrown their way.

Oh, and good luck trying to win a debate with them. Their verbal skills are top-notch, and they thrive on a fierce debate. Overall, Gemini Mars folks are a force to be reckoned with, and you definitely want them on your team when quick thinking and communication are key.

Mars in Cancer

Mars in Cancer is all about wearing your heart on your sleeve. People with this placement tend to be emotionally driven, making decisions based on their feelings and intuition rather than cold, hard logic. They're incredibly protective of their loved ones and will go to great lengths to ensure their safety and security.

These folks have a knack for picking up on subtle cues and often take an indirect approach to getting what they want. They may be sensitive to conflict, preferring to avoid confrontation whenever possible. However, when motivated, they can be surprisingly persistent and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Mars in Cancer individuals are caring and nurturing, with a strong home-oriented focus. They can also be quite defensive by nature, especially when they feel their security or loved ones are threatened. While they may sometimes suppress their anger, it's important to remember that it's there, bubbling beneath the surface.

Mars in Leo

Mars in Leo brings a confident and bold energy to the table. People with this placement often have a creative drive that fuels their passionate pursuits. They are leadership-oriented and tend to approach life with a dramatic flair. They bring a strong sense of pride and generous energy to their endeavors. Focused on recognition, they are charismatic and magnetic, drawing others to them effortlessly. They are loyal and determined individuals who inspire others with their bold and passionate approach to life.

Mars in Virgo

Mars in Virgo folks are all about that detail-oriented action. They're practical and methodical, with a knack for dotting every "i" and crossing every "t." These people have perfectionist tendencies and are hardworking. They're service-oriented and thrive when they can be efficient and organized. Health-conscious is their middle name, and they have an analytical mindset that doesn't miss a beat. They might seem reserved when it comes to passion, but trust me, it's there simmering beneath the surface. And when they do speak up, their constructive criticism is always on point.

Mars in Libra

Libra Mars peeps are all about keeping the peace. They've got this super charming and social vibe, always working the room with their diplomatic approach. They're all about finding that sweet balance spot, but man, can they be indecisive sometimes! These folks are all about their relationships; that's what keeps them motivated. They're not ones for direct conflict, preferring to smooth things over tactfully and fairly. Libra Mars crew are all about cooperative energy and focusing on harmony - they like to take strategic action to keep things chill and pleasant for everyone.

Mars in Scorpio

Mars in Scorpio brings a deep intensity to everything you do. You're fiercely determined and have the emotional strength to tackle even the toughest challenges. Driven by a need for control and transformation, you don't give up easily and tend to work behind the scenes with powerful, strategic moves. You're also magnetic and mysterious, drawing people in with your enigmatic energy. Your relentless pursuit of goals and fearless nature make you a force to be reckoned with.

Mars in Sagittarius

Sagittarius Mars folks are all about that adventurous and bold energy. They're the types to jump headfirst into new experiences without a second thought. With their optimistic vibes, they exude a contagious, can-do attitude that just can't be held back.

These freedom-loving individuals despise anything that feels confining or restrictive. They thrive on direct and honest communication, and they're driven by their unquenchable thirst for exploration. You'll find them constantly on the move, their restless and active nature always propelling them forward.

Mars in Capricorn

You're ambitious and super goal-oriented, always hustling to climb that ladder of success. Practical and strategic thinking is your jam, and you're highly determined to make things happen. Patience is your virtue, and you methodically approach everything. Your work ethic is off the charts, and you thrive in a structured and organized environment. You're all about that long-term success and have some serious self-control (even if it is damaged by other planets, you have that in you; it just needs to be opened up). People know they can rely on you because you're super reliable and responsible.

Mars in Aquarius

So, if you've got Mars in Aquarius, you're all about that independent and unconventional vibe. You're not one to follow the crowd - in fact, you're all about breaking the mold and being innovative and forward-thinking. You've got this rebellious spirit and are determined to shake things up, even if it means being a bit detached at times.

You're all about change and progress. You're motivated by shaking things up and moving forward. And let's not forget that you've got a highly intellectual approach to everything you do. You're all about the big ideas and the visionary thinking.

You prefer to work in a group effort to get things done. You thrive in collaborative environments where everyone's ideas can come together to create something truly original and experimental. At the end of the day, you're driven by your ideals and making a positive impact on the world.

Mars in Pisces

Pisces Mars people are seriously compassionate and gentle souls. They approach life with a lot of empathy and understanding, and their actions are often driven by their emotions. They're not big on direct conflict, preferring to navigate situations flexibly and intuitively. Their creative drive and imagination are off the charts, and they're always down for some spiritual and dreamy vibes. Sometimes, they can be inconsistent, but they're like a force of nature when inspired. Plus, they tend to be self-sacrificing, putting others before themselves.

[floralcyanide]

#9/#17 from smut list 2 & #11 from smut list 1 with Javi from Twisters, I can no longer unsee pre accident Javi not messing around if he was dating someone especially a fellow chaser in that car they borrowed from uni after noticing during rewatch two Kate mentioned they could barely get him to wear pants back then ykyk 😏

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

(requests are closed for the saturday night sleepover!)

Javi RIvera x Fem!Reader

prompts: 9: car sex, 17: sex while camping, 11: cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

a/n: javi was def super horny in college 24/7 you can't change my mind (and probably still is lbr)

For one particular chase, the group decides to make a night out of it and camp after the storm tapers off. The 6 of you camp out in the 4 Runner and the van, as well as a handy tent Jeb had brought, courtesy of his roommate. Kate’s mom had plenty of camping gear that she let all of you use as well, so it was a legitimate setup. Lanterns, a fire, some chairs, and non-perishable food with some sleeping bags and blankets. You and Javi decided to make a pillow fort in the back of the van, Jeb and Kate took the 4 Runner- Addy and Praveen used the tent to sleep in.

This chase was nerve-wracking for sure. A typical EF1 turned into a rowdy EF3 and required the entire team to work together to get back to safety. The group manages to find an area by the lake to camp and attempt to settle down. After a night of going over some data and exchanging ghost stories to ward off the tense vibes, the 6 of you wander over to your respective sleeping areas and crash. Except you and Javi, of course, because Javi doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself, especially when he’s nervous. 

You sigh and roll over, causing Javi’s hand to retract from your thigh, “Are you okay?”

“No,” Javi mutters, moving to lay on his side and facing you, “Are you?”

“No,” you admit, “I’m still kind of anxious.”

You and Javi don’t have to whisper technically, as the van is parked a little ways from the tent and 4 Runner, so the others likely wouldn’t hear your conversation. But the night was still enough that you felt you had to keep your voices down. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Javi asks, rubbing your arm soothingly.

You shrug, “I can think of something else I’d rather do, honestly.”

“Like what?” 

“Put your hand back on my thigh, and I’ll show you what.”

Javi grins from ear to ear at that. He puts his hand back where it was, his palm flat to your skin with his fingers splayed. Only this time, he quickly moves his hand under your shorts to cup your heat. He slips a finger under your underwear, toying with your clit until you’re squirming and growing wet. Javi tests how wet you’ve become with a curious finger.

“I wanna try something,” Javi says, his lips brushing your ear.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“Get on top for a little while, but don’t move.”

“What, like, fucking you without moving?” you ask.

“Yeah, it’s more relaxing than you think. Now, come on,” Javi pats his thighs as he lays on his back.

You shrug, pulling down your shorts and underwear and setting them aside as Javi pulls his down his legs. As you hover, Javi teases your entrance and clit with the tip of his length before guiding himself inside you. You sigh in contentment as he fills you up nicely. After some adjusting, you manage to sit on top of Javi, him fully sheathed inside your needy cunt. Javi runs his hands along your thighs as you sit still on top of him, watching you with utter endearment. 

“Feel better yet?” you ask, wanting so badly to move.

“Yep,” Javi pops the ‘p’. After a moment of silence, Javi reads your impatient facial expression, “You want to move, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you groan, “But it feels nice not to at the same time. I like being so full of you like this.”

“Maybe if you stay still long enough, I’ll let you move.”

“Deal.”

A few minutes pass and you’re now biting your lip in order not to swivel your hips. Javi chuckles, his hands on your hips. He lifts you up a little, to which you hiss, and then motions for you to drop back down. You let out a quiet, high-pitched moan, your fingers grasping at Javi’s shirt. He feels himself twitch as he bucks into you, wanting to hear you moan like that again. Adjusting yourself to the feeling of moving again, you start riding Javi slowly so you don’t accidentally scream out in pleasure. He feels you clenching around him, signaling you’re close.

“Gonna cum already? Didn’t know you needed me that bad- ow!”

Javi is interrupted by you flicking him on the nipple through his t-shirt, “Just fuck me, Jav. Save your snarkiness for later.”

Javi snaps his hips into you a little faster, matching your hip’s movements. He presses his thumb to your clit, and you come undone, having to shove your fist in your mouth to keep your moans at bay. Since Javi didn’t finish inside you, you offer to get him off quickly before the two of you decide it’s best to go to sleep.

“Go ahead, but I can tell you right now I’m probably just going to bust in your mouth in five seconds.”

[zith-ipeth]

ZITHS SUGGESTIONS FOR EVERYDAY GEAR

Friend of the page, and local marine mammal @a-minke-whales-tale sent an ask in about my gear, and so I thought today I would do a run down of my everyday gear, as well as stuff that I want to get. This isn’t gonna be subtle gear, but stuff other than ears and a tail, because society often doesn’t let you do that. And I’m all about getting to live as yourself in society

this is a dog perspective, but if any of yall creatures of other species have ideas! Reblog this and throw in your personal daily gear!

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The number one thing about wearing gear everyday is safety. As much as you should wear your ears and tail out when you can, making sure you’re with friends, or in a somewhat non conservative area, isn’t a bad idea at all. I myself don’t wear my ears everyday, as much as I’m trying to wear them more at work, I need to settle in before that can start happening. But anyway let’s start proper

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LEASHES

My leash is like, my favorite piece of gear I own, it’s a simple black cloth 4 foot leash, but it has a lot of versatility. In an ideal setup I loop the handle through my belt, and clip the lead to my collar. This helps keep the tag on my collar centered but also provides a nice weight on the back of my neck

Now this is my personal favorite, but often it can be mistaken for a more kinky look (no shame if that’s your vibe) but it can make it unsafe to wear out, because of this I usually wear it with both sides connected to my belt in one of three ways

The first is great and easy, but can trip you up if you’re moving on all fours or getting up and down a lot. The second two rock, with the middle being best if you have more medium sized legs, and the last working with larger legs.

I’ve found I get no comments when I wear it like this, and it still feels like the leash is a part of me

Leashes are also fun becuase you can have different colored ones for different outfits! You can also add little charms to them, for example my “nervous rescue ask to pet me”, which I love SO MUCH

COLLAR

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The classic dogbone tag dog collar is, fantastic. It’s versatile, fun, and has so many options.

The tag I wear every day I got from my brother, it says my name on the front and a phrase in Latin on the back. The fun thing about dog tags is you can put whatever on them. Go to your local PetCo or Petsmart and just use the tag machine, make something cute, no one can stop you. If you’re uncomfortable with wearing collars, for whatever reason, keeping your tag on a simple chain rocks. That’s what my alter Clover has for her, cuase she hates the way collars itch.

GLOVES

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GO GET HANDWARMER GLOVES. This is like the most instant suggestion I can have, they make my paws feel like paws, also they are so good for the autism! I love them a lot, and they’re pretty cheap

CLOTHES

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Finding clothes that work with your markings is really affirming. I’m a maned wolf kinda. So having black fur on my paws (hands and feet) is important to me! I also like showing off my arms for the contrast of my skin against the fur on my paws. Find stuff that works for you and ur breed/species. Having a “dog like outfit” has done wonders for dysphoria

On this same vein, little bits of jewelry that are species for you. I have my “Bite Risk” bracelet. But if that’s Kandi, charms whatever, go for it!

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If anyone else has got daily canine clothes and gear they do, hit me with it! And if yall have other species affirming clothes for your non canine selves, reblog and go for it!

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Run fast, bite hard, bark loud

Peace, love, and gratitude

-Zith Ipeth

//Clover Brooks

[captainwholecake]

Sanji with a male s/o who’s a simp for him and only him like very protective but very sweet to him

Thx and have a great day❤️

a/n: TWO MEN FINALLY TWO MEN (in the tone of that two men tiktok sound)

warings: my enby ass going hard becuase male based fics are some of the best fics i’ve ever read and I usually go gender neutral anyways but I’ll make this more male on this

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Is it considered a culture shock if it’s really just sanji seeing how his behavior is just less weird

not to mention he liked it

give this man bf NOOOWW HE DESERVES IT

I feel it would a twink situation too like only a twink would be able to get pass this man

Nothing bad not like he wouldn’t be into twinks or that he likes twinks bc they’re feminine or whatever I just feel like only a doe eye bitch would get to him like a woman would

like pudding for example she was kind of doe eyed

and also seeing someone act like he does to women would get to him going like heart racing, blood rushing do-

It would a be lapdog that thinks its a great dane situation I just know

“Don’t worry he don’t bite” the bf proceeds to bite someone

Recently got really into Gulity Gear and I feel like the dyamanic would be very aba and para coded just less intense on the aba side things but sanji would he very para coded

Theres a interaction where aba talks about her favorite color and para TURNS into that color (if you know nothing about gg hes a demon stuck inside a gaint key shaped axe) and he talks about being “her partner” it just feels like something sanji would do if he could

i feel like sanji and this bf would switch on whose more protective like on the battlefield or fights all his safety goes out the window when his bf is around he’s the #1 priorty now but in normal everyday events the bf is just a fluffy lapdog who growl at all that comes near unless trusted like the crew

zoro’s afraid to use them as an insult. he has it thought up and planned but scared two separate people will jump him he does

the lapdog bs comes full throttle when the events of whole cake island comes around

shit gets emotional lets just leave at that because if you’re reading this is you know what happens in that arc

I don’t think it would become worst but bf has a lot more a understanding on why he feels protective of sanji and why sanji can be for him

ohhh my queen reiju would love the bf I just know

she would thank him for not only being there for sanji but for taking care of him and protecting him

she definitely would also think of the bf of being a lapdog who thinks they’re a german shepherd I know it

The vibes I get from how imagine the bf is a border collie (new one piece oc just dropped???) which I know aren’t lapdogs but its the vibes do miniature border collies exist?

Anyways those types of dogs are how I see the bf a loyal mf who bite a bitch if needed

also application to be sanjis bf (as a enby)

[jdorian]

Just curious because I'm always wondering about that.. If you think tommy picked up on their crazy close dynamic in such a short time, do you think the others have too? Or is that just buckandeddie to them and they don't think anything of it? Hen's "about time" comment made me wonder what she thinks, if she had eddie-suspicions over the years or if she just picked up on a general vibe from buck

I think it's a bit of both actually. because Buck and Eddie? they are absolutely cuckoo insane about each other, like genuinely not-normal.

it becomes the most obvious when other members of the team are in danger; Buck stays relatively calm no matter how worried he is, he makes a plan and tries to scheme to save them.

like in the crossover episode, he waited for hours and then tried to steal a truck when everyone was out or sleeping, even though Hen could've been long dead. and Buck loves Hen, like a lot, a lot, they are family!! and when the Jonah thing went down?? with Hen and Chim? he was on the tailend of it, worried and upset and when Albert got hurt in that car accident? when Bobby was trapped inside a burning building with an active shooter and Athena went in there after him?? these are all people Buck undoubtedly loves like family.

he was worried, but he kept it together every time.

when the well collapsed on top of Eddie, he tried to dig through 45 feet of loose mud to get to him by hand. when Eddie got shot and was in the hospital, Buck flipped out and broke down more than once, but most notably when telling Christopher about it after finding out that Eddie's gonna be okay.

similarly when the lightning hit Buck, Eddie ran up the ladder without a safety line and tried to pull him up by hand; Buck weighs like 200+ lbs plus the gear, there was no chance in hell he could've done that and Eddie isn't stupid, he knows that too. Bobby had to banish him to the driver's seat to make sure he wouldn't be in the way, then Eddie barely parked the ambulance when he was already on top of Buck, taking over CPR, then proceeded to spend the next couple of days by haunting the hospital's walls like a grieving widow.

when the truck fell on Buck's leg, Eddie wouldn't let go of his hand and when he coughed up blood, he looked more than just concerned for that split second we saw him. when he spotted Buck after the tsunami and thought that he lost Christopher? there wasn't an ounce of blame on his face.

in conclusion, they have been always just very unhinged about each other, but I think because they all work in close proximity with each other day in and day out, it's harder to differentiate these things because even in real life, firefighters are like a family; they eat, sleep and exercise together, their blood family is just as involved with each other as they are, because that's just how close you get when you have to put your life into each other's hands all the time.

but Eddie and Buck (as pointed out above) are just taking it to a whole new level when you consider all the family stuff they do together and the will... I think at this point it's sort of a "well this is just Buck and Eddie, they might as well be married" thing for the 118.

I don't think it's something they actively consider to have romantic/sexual undertones, but they all understand that their bond is extremely strong, so they wouldn't be surprised if the relationship progressed into that direction.

in Buck's case specifically, I think Hen saw the signs before Eddie even joined the 118. especially since Buck admitted that he always checked out hot guys — I don't suppose that goes unnoticed when you spend half your life with the same group of people.

[hollow-grave-diggs]

Might've gone insane over this idea. Technician Ghost and Roach x Musician Soap on tour by @troutonduty . Rambles on details below cut.

Okay so I was a theatre tech which is a bit different but here's the breakdown on each outfit. They're both based on my own gear or friends gear. Both have those pants with insane numbers of pockets. (If we felt there weren't enough pockets, we sewed more on lol) Ghost gives me sound tech vibes so he's got that hard case backpack for carrying computers and components for on the fly fixes in tracks, sunglasses make sense for the bright ass stage lights, and he's got all those extension cords he's got to lug about. (If we had to carry big loops for cords, the easiest way is like a bandolier, so that's what I did for him.) Roach gives me lighting tech vibes so he's got one million pockets for things, gaff tape, electrical tape, and one of those pouches made for nails or screws that goes on the belt so nothing inside pokes you. Plus he's got a wrench (again, modeled how I did things with the fixed up handle for grip and carabineer attachment to belt for ease of carrying.) Gloves and masks make sense for handling equipment and not breathing in dust and I think Roaches glasses are more safety glasses than sunglasses like ghosts. Anyway sorry for rambling I just love being a technician and will talk forever.

[goodday-goodmorn]

Back on this account: Prefacing this that this work was wrote in like a day and like most of my things- i was too lazy to edit lol. The concept form todays work was injected into my brain by good old @auspicioustidings, check em out- they got some cool concepts and fics. (Particularly Firewatch- chefs kiss to that series), lots of soft, dark, kidnap-y, COD content 👍

Without further ado i present my impulsive thoughts on a page:

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“Committed to the Bit.”

words: 4.7k

Summary: You’re at an utterly boring halloween party, about to leave when some scottish man dressed as a solider comes slinking into the bathroom and really goes ham with his whole ‘This place is dangerous, you aren’t supposed to be here- we gotta get you to safety’ act. Weird pick-up line approach but hey it fucking works. He’s just charming enough for you to play along with his bit. Because it is just a bit… right?

This party was kinda dull. Which really was a shame considering how high your expectations were. From what your friend said- it was supposed to be an immersive experience. The hosts were apparently old collage buddies with your friend who were halloween fanatics.

You friend has absolutely hyped them up, talking all about how when they threw parties they got into them and would always play up whatever dynamic they were going for with their costumes. Even to a level of mild public humiliation.

She once recounted the story of how one year, when dressed as a pair of vampires, they full on acted as though they were melting when someone brought a side of garlic breadsticks with the pizza. Fully committed to the bit it seems.

Because of the hosts being so dedicated to their act, of course it wasn’t uncommon for guests to act in a similar manner. Even those who didn’t have a running gag for the night were overall relaxed and had a good time being apart of the fun. It was a non-judgmental zone, filled with pretty decor and open people.

So of course, after hearing all about the welcoming and fucking amazing vibes of these parties- you had agreed to meet up with your friend at one.

Normally, you weren’t really one for parties, especially halloween ones because it was typically full of judgey, horny, strangers who would consider you weird- and you’d have to small talk and the songs almost always sucked because of course they couldn’t play actual halloween songs even if it killed them.

But after many reassurances from your friend, including videos and photos she had graciously provided you- you went to one.

To say you were disappointed was an understatement.

The costumes were amazing- high quality and expensive, hell the place was fucking stunning, all decked out in halloween gear and dark lighting. Even the building itself seemed perfect for this sort of thing- winding corridors, random locked rooms, ominous men in suits. Oh and don’t get you started on the snack table, shit was heavenly even if you were the only one touching it. The aesthetics of the party were great, But…

The vibes were way off. There was no rambunctious fun laughter and people grooving on the dance floor. Everyone seemed oddly reserved. Committed to their bits for sure, but well… there wasn’t much ah, variety to everyone’s act.

They all shared a similar vibe of like- domineering power. Which was definitely pretty fucking hot when it came to some people, (looking at you fancy vanpire lady), but it got boring after a while.

Safe to say your attempts at socializing were pretty shot. And what’s even worse, your friend? Yeah she didn’t even show up.

Tragic truly. You would call her to see if she made it here yet, but your phone was dead- and talking to any of the other party goers was a song and dance you didn’t wanna attempt again.

So here you are, in the bathroom, sitting by one of the sinks and charging your phone.

How lame.

You sigh, standing up to check yourself out in the mirror. At least your costume is fun, it’s a reference that only really you and you friend would get, but still, it made you happy to wear. It was a royal outfit, you looked like nobility, nice and fancy. Perhaps a barron, or maybe a princess, or a king- really it was up for anyone's interpretation. You fix up the head accessory, then fuss with your hair just to have something to do.

Maybe you should just leave, you were getting pretty bored of everything.

And it’s at that moment, as you’re sinking down to the bathroom floor to grab your charger that the most interesting thing of tonight bursts through the door.

You look at him, blinking once then twice. He does the same.

Eye candy.

That’s the first thought that comes to mind. Without an ounce of shame you let your eyes rack over his form, fitted in some sort of military outfit, tactical gear and even a prop gun. He makes it look damn good.

And then you stop admiring the hunk of prime meat in front of you because starring is rude. (Even if he is fucking amazingly charmingly rugged and god damn what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through that mohawk of his and just tug-)

“That’s a good fucking costume.”

He pauses, looking at you with something confused and a bit bemused. And like an idiot you just can’t keep your mouth shut and blurt out more shit.

“Did ya have to bust through the door though? I mean like- don’t get me wrong it was cool as shit- really adds to the character here, big, hot, ah… military? guy.”

You wince, you’re making a fool of yourself. Luckily the man doesn't seem to mind.

(Johnny takes one look at you, your bag in a sink, your phone charging in the bathroom outlet, your clearly partly homemade costume that shows way more care than any of the other people in this joint and easily figures out-)

“L.T, Found a civvie.”

He mumbles into a- oh shit he’s got an earpiece and everything. Now that is cool. You tell him as such.

“Okay that is so fucking cool. Dude does that thing actually work? Man. How long did it even take for you to get this whole costume?”

He studies you with an odd look for a moment. You wonder if there’s actually anyone talking to him in that earpiece. Must be with the way he pauses. Slowly, he speaks; gentle.

“Not a costume lass. We ought to get you outta here, it's gonna be a shitshow soon.”

You blink. And then, you smile.

“Rightttt, not a costume. I getcha.”

“Not joking bonnie. This place is dangerous, filled with snakes. How did a wee thing like you even get in here?”

You smile, a bit pleased to banter with the first person who isn't doing the same old same old, ‘i know more than you, ooo im so big and powerful and scary’ act.

“Took a carriage ride and promised my roommate I'd be back by midnight.”

He eyes your royal esc outfit, not cinderella by any means but it still makes him smile slightly. (And boy if that isn't a sight, him looking you up and down and looking at you like that?)

“Cute. Then allow me to be yer escort princess.” He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom door.

The statement is said with just enough sarcasm to make you bite down a grin. Hes very committed to this whole military operation act. And honestly? You were ready to leave anyway. Not to mention this guy was the only one who’d gotten your interest all night.

You grab your things and stuff them in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder tightly.

“Follow me, and ye gotta be quiet. Cant let anyone see us.”

You are more than willing to go along with his silly bit. And so you give him a clumsy salute, with a good natured smile.

“You got it captain.”

“Sergeant.”

He corrects you with an amused little puff of air. Clearly- hes just as pleased to have someone indulge him as you are to have someone interesting to talk to.

“You got it sergeant.” You repeat back with a graceful little half bow and amused smirk.

He turns back to the door, hands on his gun and before you go out you grab onto his arm.

“Wait!”

He turns to you with a raised eyebrow, eyes sharp, focused: wow hes a really good actor and hes got really pretty fucking eyes-

“Lassie?”

Oh yeah you can't get lost in his eyes just yet.

“Can I have a gun? For safety and all that- totally.”

“Hen… i don't think-”

“please sergeant? I promise I won't break it or anything! I just wanna get more into character ya know? pretty please Sir…?

…

(Johnny is not a good man. And fuck when he hears you call him by his rank, sir, asking so sweetly- your hands clasped in front of you- looking at him with a sheepish grin and pleading eyes. He wants to give you a damn bazooka if it means you keep talking sweet to him. Ghost is in his ear, telling him he better not bloody dare.)

(So of course…)

“You keep that safety on boonie. Hold it like this. If you gotta use it, don't be shooting or you’ll blow yer eye out. You toss the bloody thing in the direction of whatever it is you’re tryna hit- or you hand it to me. Is that clear?”

You nod vehemently, assuring him with little, yep’s and sure’s, and got it-’s. He raises a brow, mostly cause hes not sure if you’re actually taking this seriously. You take it for something else entirely though and then quickly say-

“Yes sir. Understood.”

(...Johnny is both damn disappointed hes on a mission, and greatful as fuck, because the only thing he wants to do is push you up against that wall, sneak his hands down your silly little costume and tease you until you’re a squirming mess. Asking you if you understand how hard hes gonna fuck you and hear your breath hitch as you answer back with a wanton “Yes sir”—)

“Sergeant…?”

You stare at the fellow and his intense gaze, wondering if you took it too far. Hes committed to his bit sure, but you didn't mean to overstep and make him feel like he had to give you a gun. Clearly they were expensive props, detailed and metallic and heavy.

Instead of speaking to you, he speaks to his earpiece, “just a precaution L.T, what if her majesty gets cornered? Little lass don't have a lick of combat training.”

You -far to ready to add to this stupid little bit- chime in,

“Yeah, they only teach you fencing and the waltz where i'm from.”

Johnny grins, “Com'on L.T”

(As much as Ghost hates to admit it- Johnny is right. And so be begrudgingly relents. It seems everyone is amused by how utterly oblivious you are because Gaz spares a laugh and a cheeky comment after Ghost's gruff voice.)

“Soooo… what's the verdict Sergeant? Did your uh… LT? That's lieutenant right-? Does he approve?”

In response, Soap carefully positions a gun in your hand, telling you with an edge to keep your fingers away from the trigger. (Safety is on of course, Johnnys not an idiot all the time.) You nod, holding onto the gun and feeling so cool.

Like that the two of you are off, sneaking around the winding corridors and hiding.

Honestly? This is the most fun you’ve had since you got here. Its all you can do to not bounce on your heels when you follow Soap around.

He's just so into this, that you can't help but be sucked in. Speaking in low tones to his ear peice, making sure you stick close, talking about positions and other military jargon that goes over your head. Oh and he does it all with this charming smile, like the situation is serious yes- but like he's still making sure you’re having fun. Trying to keep you comfortable. The energy is tense but in a good way. Electric even.

You find yourself holding your breath whenever you hide behind a corner, or when he tugs you to him and holds you still- god it's just so thrilling. Maybe because you’ve had a boring night, and cause he's charming and fun in all the right ways- but you’re having a blast.

Even when things seem to get even more tense.

You and Soap are currently nestled away in a little nook, a back corridor, a dead end. Soap curses, speaking into his earpiece. You can hear footsteps, someones coming. And if they see you and Soap- you'll surely be compromised.

(Which means your little game will likely come to an end. Most of the party people here are judgmental, ergo they probably won't appreciate your little roleplay. Its in this moment that you decide- fuck it, you dont want this to end.)

“Sergeant!” You whisper harshly, tugging off your fancy coat and draping it around him, “I’ve got a plan- trust me.”

He looks at you, mildly conflicted, he's about to say something but the footsteps are getting closer and you really need a cover story for why you’re lurking in a dark corner away from the party. You can only think of one reason two people would sneak away at a party.

Sue you for getting too into this silly game of pretend, but adrenaline spikes and next thing you know; you’re kissing him.

Rough and messy, needy. You let out your best wanton muffled moan. His eyes are wide, and for a moment you spiral, realizing what you’ve just done. Sure you were playing pretend and he was committed to the bit but you just kissed him for fucks sake- sexually harsssed him!

Oh god hes gonna hate you and you just ruined all that fun banter and any shot at ever speaking to the only decent person you’ve met all night—

He’s kissing back.

With sudden haste he pulls you close, kissing you back with a ferocity that short circuits your brain for a moment. His knee slots in between your legs, entangling you two, and then there's a soft thud as his back hits the wall.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Your heart races, a slurry of adrenaline, of elation because he was playing along with your silly cover story, of something hot and molten because he was running his hands along your outfit desperately.

Amidst the heat of it all, the grinding of his knee between your legs- you don't even notice the fact that the footsteps stopped. Johnny does though. He breaks the kiss with a purposeful loud noise, when he sees your dazed and confused expression however- he quickly aims for your neck before you can say a word and accidently give away the clever cover story you thought of.

You gasp, the noise does wonders. He can hear whoevers about to round the corner shifting about, obviously realizing what's going on and debating if they should check to be sure or spare their eyes of the sight.

So of course, Johnny helps them decide by laying it on thick.

“Fuck atta girl hen, wanna hear you fall apart f’ me.”

He presses you against his knee, nibbling at your skin to make your breath stutter. Thankfully, you catch his words and seem to get at least to some level what he's doing.

So of course, because god damn it- you’re in the thick of this silly military operation act now- you’ve gotta commit. You moan out the worst thing you can think of to make someone go away. Which is of course—

“Daddy!”

(Johnny can hear Gaz fucking roaring with laughter over coms. It takes everything in himself not to laugh then and there. Luckily, having a pretty little thing pressed against his knee and trembling provides a good distraction. Still, he can't repress the grin.)

“Yeah? Need something kitten?” He captures your lips again, a quick kiss this time, just to leave you breathless for your next remark.

“Y-Your c-” Oh my fucking god you dont know if you’re struggling to speak because you’re trying your damndest not to laugh, or because you are painfully terribly aroused at due to his kisses and husky voice. Thank god he intervenes.

“Whats that kitty? Yer gonna have to speak up. Lemme hear that sweet voice of yours.”

He guides you across his knee, you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging that stupid mohawk close to kiss him again.

When you quickly pull away, you rush out the words, failing to hide the look of pure hysterical amusement on your face- luckily the rush of words is mistaken for neediness and not because you are seconds away from bursting into laughter.

“Your cock-”

He captured your laughter in another kiss, groaning to hide the sound of your stifled snickers.

Finally, after what seems like ages and yet too little time- he hears Ghost in his ear giving him the all clear. Not without clear amusement.

Johny backs off, panting heavily and listening. He hears nothing but empty air. Quietly he whispers,

“They’re gone.”

You pant as well, trying your best to keep your hysterical little giggles quiet. Johnny is right there with you, like fucking schoolgirls- the two of you giggle for a moment.

Ah but you should probably apologize.

“H-Hey im sorry by the way- for kissing you out of the blue like that, i didn't know if you’d be comfortable with it but uh- i kinda got invested in the whole-”

You wave a hand about as he backs off you, pulling his knee away from your heat between your legs.

“-‘Don't get caught’, thing. Sorry if i um- took it too far and make you uncomfortable…”

(Johnny looks down at you, pretty little oblivious thing, looking all sheepish and nervous as if there wasn’t the high potential you just saved both his and your asses with your quick thinking.)

“All good lassie. Good quick thinking.”

(As much as he’d love to tease you more about it- or even tell you just how much he enjoyed kissing you until you were breathless- he’s still on a mission, and you need to keep moving.)

(So for now, he settles for a hair ruffle and a wink. You smile all the same.)

The pair of you continue, and you are starting to wonder where you’re going. This ain’t the way you came in- though, you suppose coming in via the main entrance would defeat the point of the game. Which was of course: to sneak you out undetected. Walking through the hall of party-goers probably wouldn’t be the best call.

Still, it's odd when you find yourself stopping at a room. It appears to be locked, a passcode and everything. This doesn’t seem to be an issue though.

(“Intel says they left the hard drive here. Code is 269344041.” Johnny listens to Ghosts voice, inputting the code easily. He ignores the confused look you end him in favor of mumbling-)

“a’m in.”

You blink as he talks to his earpiece. Carefully and quietly as you enter the room, you ask,

“Um… sergeant? What are we doing in here?”

“Looking for a package hen.”

(“Should be in a small red box.” Ghost relays.)

“-Little red box. Help me look?”

You nod like the helpful little thing you are and begin to search the room. It’s a storage unit of sorts. Bunch of random shit, you even spot a cool ass box of skeleton bones. That you show to your newfound companion.

He grimaces and gently sets the box down away from your hands.

“Let’s not touch anything else alright lassie?”

It’s framed as a question but really it’s an order. You just shrug, and then remember your line was supposed to be, ‘yes sir.’

“Yes sir.”

The search doesn’t take long after that, a few minutes max before you spot a little red box high up on a shelf. All the things around it are collecting dust, but the dull red colored cardboard seems to be free of it. Placed there recently it seems.

Maybe this whole immersive thing was planned out, and maybe it was pure luck you got roped into it. Everything was awfully elaborate after all. With him knowing the code and stuff.

“Sergeant i think i found it.”

He’s on you in and instant,

“Where?”

You point up the shelf. “That it?”

He carefully grabs it, opens it up and shuts it before you can get a good look. Looked kinda like a flash drive? A flash drive inside a plastic baggie.

“That’s what we’re looking for alright. Good work lassie. Ye might as well be a recruit at this point.”

He’s joking it seems, so you smile back in turn.

“Lived a bit too cushiony of a life for military work i’m afraid.” You gesture once more to your royal outfit. “But i’ll consider the offer sergeant.”

He takes you by the arm, tucking the box into his vest and leading you to the door.

“Glad to hear it princess.”

After that, it’s more sneaking about, more little bits of banter whenever you can, and listening to him speak into his earpiece. It’s dreadfully fun, the most fun you’ve had all night and honestly? At any party ever.

Finally- Finally, you seem to make your goal as you feel open air on your skin. That took forever to get out, with how massive the place was, but by god it was fun sneaking around like a super spy with…

Oh. You come to the sudden realization that you don’t actually know his name. That and- you never gave him your name either.

Well, this is where you leave so…

“Hey i just realized i never got your name.”

He turns to you for a brief moment, his hands on your arm now, tugging you along away from the building so that the bouncers at the front won’t see you. The two of you stop a little ways away.

“Soap. Or Johnny if you’d prefer.”

He says it so simply, with such an easy smile.

“And you princess?”

You say your own back, and it sounds so nice on his tongue. So right.

“Um- if you wouldn’t mind-“ You’re fishing in your bag now for your barely charged phone, wanting to get his number because he seems like a stand up dude and-

Soap touches his earpiece, “Package and civilians secure L.T. Good to go.” He says it quiet enough you don’t hear it, too busy looking for your phone.

(“Roger. Gaz move in.”)

“-could i maybe get your number? After i find my phone, of course. it’s just uh, well i had a lot of fun. Truth be told the night was pretty shit before you found me so if it’s okay with y-“

Your eyes widen when you see behind Soap, several Military troops storming the place, all of them holding what look to be- very real guns.

“What the fu-?”

You start, dropping your phone in a shock and completely shattering the poor device against the pavement.

Johnny can’t seem to bite down his grin.

Slowly, and yet all too fast, everything clicks as soon as you hear gunshots.

At a snails pace your head turns towards Johnny. Soap. The sergeant. The real sergeant.

“I did tell ya it wasn’t a costume hen.”

You were such a fucking idiot.

——————

Awkwardly you sit in your chair, taken in for interrogation. Less that and more for protocol considering everyone agreed you didn’t know jack shit.

Apparently, you went to the wrong party and somehow ended up at a terrorist gathering, which would explain the weird vibes of all the guests. And the super big and confusing building. And the many locked doors. And the—

The more you thought about it, the more stupid you felt so at some point in the hours of being on this stupid military base, you stopped.

To your utter horror and humiliation: Soap was a real sergeant. On a real mission. And he gave you a real ass fucking gun. And you had kissed him and oh god he had his knee between your fucking legs- you called him daddy.

Physically unable to handle the shame and embarrassment, you make a noise similar to that of a dying cat and bury your face in your hands.

The person ‘interrogating’ you, (a nice man that everyone called Gaz), just laughed. At the very least your misery was amusing.

“I am- so, so so fucking sorry, oh my god i’m such an idiot.”

“Don’t worry about it love. It helped to keep you calm. Better than dealing with panicking eh?”

You nodded because he made sense. It didn’t mean you were happy about it- but it did make sense. Soap tried to tell you after all. Honestly it was probably for the best you thought it was all a joke. Who knows what you would have done if you knew it was for real, probably panicked and gotten both yourself and him killed.

Gaz pats your head, an amused but sympathetic smile on his face.

(God fucking damn it, were all sergeants just naturally this fucking charming??? …You don’t have a thing for military guys do you?)

When the captain of this whole thing walks in, John Price; with a smile like that of a damn koala bear and air of authority- you decide that, yeah. Maybe you do have a thing for military types.

Go figure.

“You're free to go love.”

You sigh with relief, mostly because you don’t physically think you can handle anymore embarrassment. Your face is starting to hurt from all the cringing you’ve been doing. How are you ever gonna live this down?

“Afraid your phones broken though. Do you know the way home?”

No. Obviously not. You were taken here via military truck with the other soldiers. Frankly you could be in a different country right now and you wouldn’t know because you passed out at some point from the sheer embarrassment of it all.

(Price of course, knows this. He just wants to see you squirm a little longer. Is it wrong? Yeah. But he’ll be damned if you aren’t the most fun thing to mess with.)

“Um no- sir.” You tack on the title quickly, unsure exactly what to call him.

“Alright. I’ll have one of my men escort you home.”

As long as it’s anyone but Johnny you should be able to survive a car ri-

“Soap.”

Fuck.

“Take my car and escort the little lady back home.”

…You just had to think it, didn't you?

(Price knows he’s cruel for messing with you. Mean and terrible really. But the face you make when he calls Soap into the room? Where you look like you go through every stage of grief before landing on depression in .5 seconds?)

(Priceless.)

——————

The car ride is just as excruciating as you thought it would be. Even worse- Soaps a good guy. Charming and fun, sweet even. He jokes and teases you but tries his damnest to make the car ride as comfortable as possible.

Hell he even offers to stop someplace and buy you something for the road. And offer you not let would refuse; but you were at the base for hours, and it’s like 2 AM and you are exhausted and hungry and embarrassed.

So the two of you get some takeout, and eat in Prices car. You would be worried about eating in the car, but Soap makes you comfortable, assuring you the captain would probably be more upset if he let you go home on an empty stomach.

The rest of the drive is cozy after that. He pulls laughter out of you, and embarrassed groans but it’s all in good fun.

By the time you get home, you’re most definitely a little unsteady on your feet just due to how tired you are. He helps you out of the car, and even walks you to your door.

Before he leaves, you awkwardly debate giving him your number. Just so you could buy him drinks or something later down the line to make up for your utter stupidity today- but then you remember your totaled phone.

Damn.

And then, a god seemingly hears your prays because he’s slipping you a sheet of paper.

Drowsily you blink down at it to find a king number string. A phone number.

When you snap your eyes back up to him, he’s grinning.

“You wanted it right lass? Give me a call sometime.”

And then, he’s winking and walking away. Just like that.

…huh. Maybe you should go to parties more often.

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre's convention adventures - Day 2 - Fanmeet #1

When I say this con was a lot of stuff all of the time, it really was constant things from 10am (photos) to 2am (the end of the parties). There were little gaps here and there depending on how quickly you got through the queues, but it was an intense run of stuff if you didn’t plan in advance where and when you would grab food breaks and things.

The middle chunk of the day was given over to the Q&A sessions in the main hall that everyone could attend or the fan-meets, which were small twenty minute one-on-one sessions with one of the cast that aren’t included in the ticket price.

The first panel of the day was Con O’Neill and Nathan Foad. I’m still sad to have missed most of that one, but then I was at the Vico fan-meet and it was absolutely worth every second :D

For anyone who doesn’t know, Vico used to be a professional fencer, so the initial question was about how it feels watching sword fights and duels in media when you know the rules of sword-work in a professional capacity. Generally, they said it’s… not good. Mostly just aesthetic.

They gave very enthusiastic physical demonstrations, showing the difference between proper fencing and sword-fighting, including the different ways one leads over the other. Fencing is sword, then leg, then body, but sword-fighting is the other way around with a lot more close contact.

It was very cool to hear about their past career though a bit alarming to hear about the accident in their last match, where the foil curved the wrong way and slid up under the neck-guard and cut them up the throat. Obviously not fatally, but a whole lot of blood and mess.

I can’t remember what the question was but they told this fantastic story about filming a military film in Mexico (and told us not to look it up because it’s not great). For an element of safety, they decided to go out in more feminine clothing and appearance and went to a bar, forgetting they had a military buzzcut for the film, and the folks in the bar were like “…very masc hair but dress and titties???” and they all got themselves so puzzled about whether to use he or she pronouns that they settled on the local general term for ‘young person’. So instead of Sir or Ma’am, Vico was being addressed as Youth XD Assigned Youth at Bar.

Things swung back to OFMD – when they were cast as Jim it was only 2 weeks before filming started, so they had to speed run everything: the 3D imaging, the costume fittings, the measurements and things for wigs and noses and outfits.

They also rocked up to the initial training without anyone being aware of their past fencing history with the stunt guy who asked if anyone had stage combat training and they said they sheepishly raised their hand and said what they could do and were told they could go and do whatever while everyone else got trained :D

They talked about the juxtaposition of their appearance as Jim in episodes 1-4 with their personality  because people saw them in Jim gear at the snack tables but the body language was all cheerful chaotic fae, and the way they had to try and keep their face still so they wouldn’t dislodge the beard. And then the second the beard came off, everyone being like “OMG you don’t stop smiling!” and they were like “I KNOW! I’M FREE!” and said it did kind of feel like Jim felt the same way.

There was also an incident filming in the Republic when their nose-glue started melting and dribbling out of their nose which freaked everyone out (none more than Vico themself), so being free of the nose and the beard was a joint blessing.

I also asked if there were any costumes they would have liked compared to Jim’s and while they did like Stede’s cursed suit with that kind of matador vibe, it was still cursed, so no thank you :D I’m pretty sure there was another costume mentioned as well, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.

Next up I'll do the rest of the Saturday panels :) Possibly tomorrow. Now is sleeby time.

[t4tozier]

more family hcs because now the gears are turning

jace's mom is a fey wanderer ranger/shepherd druid split. she's very sweet and is very much a 70s vibe lady. she always smells like fresh cut grass and jasmine. she usually wears pretty tight clothing when she's out. ranging. for safety and convenience but she makes up for it by wearing long flowy skirts and bell-sleeved shirts whenever she's home. jace learned to braid on her because she has super long hair that she ties and pins up when she goes on trips. she hates that jace smokes cigarettes but introduced him to weed his senior year of high school.

jace's dad is a wild magic sorcerer. by the time jace was old enough to start showing sorcery prowess, his dad had more control over his own magic, but they still triggered each other all the time. he and jace are very close because he was the stay-at-home dad when jace's mom went off for days or weeks at a time for her job. he was the first person to show jace that it was okay to be an emotional man. he cries at sspca commercials.

his parents had to let him feel like he was getting away with stuff in high school so he could feel cool. they didn't really care if he went to parties or skipped class every now and then, but they had to pretend like they did so jace felt better about himself.

jace overheard them talking about him one night when he was "sneaking" back from a party. he didn't think they even knew he was gone but his mom was just like "i hope he's having a good time. okay, do you want to give him the stern talking to this time, or should i do it?" and his dad is like "eh, i'll give it a shot. i don't think he believed me last time. gotta stretch my acting muscles." after that he knows they're just fucking with him but they all keep up the facade because it's kind of fun.

jace still calls his dad to come over sometimes after he has a really bad surge attack. he'll teleport over with pizza and ice cream and curl up in jace's bed with him and put on a movie and stroke his hair until he falls asleep. once he gets together with porter, these nights don't happen as much, but they'll sometimes be woken up in the middle of the night by jace knocking on the door, looking like he's about to pass out because he didn't want to bother or worry porter by making him drive all the way over so he used his last spell slot. they bustle him inside and his mom runs a bath for him and his dad detects thoughts so he doesn't need to speak. the guest bed is always made up for him.

[jackassbrainrot]

ryan dunn + biker gf hcs

he loves how tough you are

riding around together <3

you get each other's need for speed

gets so worried every time you do a stunt

will be by your side the second the stunt is over checking if you got hurt

he's so protective

anytime you get hurt either doing a stunt or driving, he takes care of your wounds

helping him tune his bike

helping him fix his bike after bam destroyed it during their prank war

him being the backpack most of the time >>

so many riding jokes from the guys

getting on everyone's nerves for always going on about the importance of safety gear

"stop jumping offa roofs without a helmet ry you're gonna split your damn skull in half"

(maybe you're a bit protective too)

racing from one shooting location to the next every time

"you can't put an engine that powerful in a car that light ry" "why not :("

heart eyes every time he hears your bike approaching

coolest couple on the crew fr fr

cool parents vibes