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[drtyelvisfantasy]

SAVE YOUR LOVE

LINEMAN!RAFE X STRIPPER!READER AU

note: thank you to all who voted in my poll and i hope you all enjoy this<3 please send in any questions you have abt this au, I'll be very excited to answer them all and I am also trying to find a nickname for out reader so if you have any ideas please send them. please like and reblog🎀

summary: rafe takes the reader on a week long trip to florida

warnings: fluff, angst, infidelity, I don't think theres any more warnigs but let me know if I'm missing any :)

Rafe decided that we should go on a small vacation. He said it would be best if we took a break from the hectic lifestyles we were living, and he was right. The drive to Florida was long. I kept trying to convince Rafe to book us a plane ticket, but he kept telling me no. Every time I asked him why, he responded with complete silence.

I had never been to Florida before, so I was excited for the week-long trip.

As Rafe and I entered the small beach house, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of normalcy. It almost felt like a home. Rafe said it would be better if we rented a small beach house for the week instead of staying in a hotel—he said we needed a change of scenery. Rafe carried our bags inside as he looked around, his eyes taking in the small, cozy space.

“You did a good job picking this house out,” I said to Rafe.

He smiled, setting down the bags in a small corner. “Yeah, it’s nice. Better than those cramped hotel rooms, right?”

“Yeah… that’s why you should stay at my place more often.”

Rafe glanced at me, a sly smirk on his face. He took a step closer, his voice low. “You always make excuses an—”

Rafe interrupted himself, his voice firm. “No arguments. No fighting. This is supposed to be a relaxing trip, sweetheart. I don’t want any of that bullshit.”

“Sorry.” I was quick to apologize—I couldn’t ruin the trip on the first day. I didn’t want him to hate me for the rest of the week.

“No apologies, baby. I just want us to have a good time, alright? I just want to spend time with you.”

Rafe leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my cheek, his hand coming up to cup my face tenderly. He pulled away with a small grin.

-

Since we were staying in a house instead of a hotel, we had to go grocery shopping instead of relying on room service and takeout. Rafe grabbed a grocery cart and pushed it through the aisles, eyeing different foods and snacks. We made sure not to buy too much since we were only staying at the rental property for a week.

“What should we make for dinner tonight?”

Rafe looked at me, shrugging as he scanned the frozen meat section. “I’m not sure. What do you feel like having? Something light or something heavy?”

I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing what I wanted to eat. At the end of the day, it was all up to Rafe—I just wanted to see him happy. He looked at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the freezer. He reached for a pack of steaks, tossing them into the cart.

“Steak? Feeling fancy, huh?”

“Yeah, I figured we could treat ourselves. Besides, you know I love red meat,” Rafe teased.

-

We finally arrived back at the house. Rafe and I collapsed onto the shared bed, both of us drained from the long trip to Florida. Rafe pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck as he yawned. I never had to worry about feeling cold or scared at night when Rafe was with me—he gave me a sense of clarity and safety. Every time I had a nightmare, he was there—holding me, whispering that I had nothing to fear because he was right beside me. His presence was my safety, my comfort. I couldn’t imagine a life without him.

Once Rafe and I woke up, we made our way to the kitchen to start cooking. Rafe took charge of the stove, preparing the steaks while I set the table. I could get used to this life. I wanted it to be like this forever.

Rafe glanced at me, his attention still on the steaks sizzling on the stove, making sure he didn’t burn them. “How do you like your steak, baby? Rare or well done?”

“Medium rare,” I replied.

Rafe nodded, his tone firm. “Medium rare it is. That’s the only right way to eat steak.”

After finishing our meal, we took a moment to relax and continue our conversation at the dinner table. Rafe leaned back in his chair, a content smile on his face as he looked at me.

“So… how’s life back home?”

His expression quickly changed, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

“Home? Home is just… home. There’s not much to say.”

“You sure?” I asked eagerly. I wanted to know what it was like back home for him, but more than anything, I wanted to know about his wife. Does she treat him well? Does she know about this trip? Does she know about us?

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s just… not that interesting, ya know?”

“Sorry to hear that.” The words felt hollow, but I didn’t know what else to say. Apologizing was all I ever seemed to do.

Rafe shook his head, waving off my apology. “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. I’d rather not think about home right now. I’m just here to spend time with you.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Rafe reached over and stroked my head gently, his expression softening. “Exactly. We’re here to enjoy our time together, not talk about boring stuff.”

There was a moment of quiet between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Rafe’s attention was focused on me, his gaze fixed on my face. He studied me for a second.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” I asked.

“Well, I was thinking of going to the beach. Spend the day on the sand. Just us.”

“Sounds fun. Been a while since I got a nice tan. You need a tan too—you live on an island and still look pale,” I teased.

Rafe rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. “Hey, not all of us can be constantly tan, sweetheart. Some of us burn too easily.”

I gave Rafe a small smile in response. He reached out to brush a strand of hair out of my face, his touch gentle and affectionate.

-

The next day, Rafe took me to the beach as promised. The warmth of the sun on my skin and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore made everything feel so peaceful. In that moment, all my worries faded, and it was just us—playing in the water, laughing, and losing ourselves in the simplicity of being together. Rafe took every opportunity to touch me, his hands always finding an excuse to be on my body.

“Rafe, put me down! You’re gonna make me all wet!” I giggled, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Rafe laughed along with me, his gaze heated as he looked down at me. “You’ll get even wetter when we get back to the house. But for now…” He tossed me back into the water playfully.

As time passed, we found ourselves back at the house, lying in the shared bed, talking in hushed tones. The conversation was easy, a sign of the growing comfort between us.

“I like it here,” I said.

A warm smile spread across Rafe’s face at my words, his expression softening. “Yeah… me too. I like having you all to myself.”

“We should move here, you know? Just me and you.”

Rafe stayed silent, his expression shifting at the suggestion. He didn’t answer right away, his eyes searching my face as he considered the implications of what I was saying.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Rafe shook his head, taking in my words. The idea of living in this peaceful place with me seemed to resonate with him, pulling him in. He shifted closer, his arm wrapping around my waist, his presence grounding me in a way that felt both comforting and intense.

His tone was soft but firm as he gently pulled me closer. “You need to rest, baby. Today was a long day. Come on, close those pretty eyes and get some sleep.”

“Okay,” I responded obediently. He pulled me into his arms, holding me close to his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head, his hand rubbing up and down my back soothingly.

We made the most of the rest of our trip, enjoying each other’s company, living a simple life, playing house. He seemed happier than ever, his usual tension and anger melting away in my presence. But I couldn’t help but feel a little sad, realizing this was just a temporary escape from reality—and the life I so desperately wanted was still out of reach.

[ravennaortiz]

Hiii Happy new year 😊😊☺️☺️✌️✌️✌️💗❤️❤️ I was wondering if you could do a chibs and reader fic?? Like the reader is Tara's friend from Chicago and moved with her to charming and reader is the nanny for jax and Tara while they work and the reader has a past with criminal issues herself and can take care of herself and chibs is secretly in love bit she's like 24 and one day the reader is babysitting Abel while jax ans Tara are working and Abel answers the door to readers abusive ex and let's himself in and Abel sees things he shouldn't like the reader hit and the guy traps and locks her in the room and leaves Abel(who's like idk 7 at the time)outside the room and he calls jax and the club and tell thwm what's going on and chibs and jax rescue reader and chibs keeps her in his room at the club house with some smut and fluff for a hot happy ending

Hello Love!!!!!!!

I hope you enjoy this and sorry it took so long! As always 18+!

To the Future

“This is probably why you should never allow criminals into your house” you joked softly. Flinching as the needle Chibs was using passed through your skin. Chibs snorted as did Jax as he stood in the doorway of Chibs room.

“You did warn me when you moved in and took the role of nanny that you were a trouble maker. Should have ran a back ground check on your innocent looking ass” kidded Jax. “On a serious note though. I’m glad you are okay. Don’t worry about anything but letting Chibs get you patched back up and resting. The boys and I will take care of the rest and you don’t need to worry about that asshole ever again. “stated Jax firmly as his blue eyes stayed on yours.

You didn’t know if you could respond without turning into a blubbering mess so you simply nodded. Once Jax was gone you and Chibs settled back into the comfortable silence that had developed since he had carried you into his room and set you on his bed.

Your mind drifted to the afternoon. You had just gotten Thomas settled and in his crib when the doorbell rang. You had been coming out of the boys bedroom when you heard Abel say hello. Assuming it was either Jax, Tara or one of the guys you didn’t think much of it until you turned the corner and you heard the one voice you never wanted to hear again. The sight of your ex paralyzed you as well as him lifting a finger to his lips to silence you as he showed you the gun in his hand as Abel turned to you.

“He says he is your friend Auntie, so I let him in” stated Abel as he smiled at you.

“Thank you sweetheart. “ you stated as you moved closer to them reaching your hand out to Abel. “Let me get him settled down and I’ll be right out to talk” you explained trying to remain calm. Once you were close enough you grabbed Abel and flung a vase at your ex catching him off guard as you barreled to the boys room. You had just got the door shut when your ex slammed into it sending you flying back. Your phone flying out of your hand.

After that things were a bit fuzzy. You remembered the smack to the face and the pull of your hair as he dragged you out of the room and into the guest room across the hall. Lucky for you your ex was intent on getting you back and not really anything else. That and lucky Abel knew something was wrong and called for help. The guns a blazing approach that Jax and Chibs used when barreling through the locked door startled your ex so badly he had shot himself in the foot. Chibs had insisted on carrying you out to the van even though you told him you could walk. In fact he seemed more upset than you had been. You put that off to shock.

“Thank you for coming with Jax” you stated as Chibs finished up the stitches for the gash above your eye.

“No need to thank me. Just what we do for” started Chibs pausing as before seeming to change his mind. “For family. That’s what you are the minute you came home with Tara, you became a member of this dysfunctional family” he stated as he smiled at your softly as he patted your thigh. “Well I’m going to clear out. Make yourself at home and rest” stated Chibs as he stood up, gathering the medical supplies as he went.

You frowned slightly as you watched him from his bed. Standing up on shaky legs you grabbed his arm to get his attention. “Can you stay?” You asked quietly as you hand moved to his chest. Walking him backwards to his bedroom door. Medical supplies spilled from his hands as he moved to grab your waist as he pulled you closer. Crashing his lips into yours. Pulling back he spun you around so your back was against the door before dropping to his knees. His eyes met yours as he grabbed the hem of your shorts. You nodded eagerly making him grin. Once he had the material down around your ankles he lifted your left leg onto his shoulder as he dove into your sweet heat making you moan. Your hands gripped and tugged at his long salt and pepper locks as his tongue plunged in and out of you, his nose nudging your clit just right.

“Chibs, I” you whined as he sent your speeding towards your orgasm. Chibs grunted against your flesh as he pushed two fingers into you. Curling them just slightly to hit that sweet spot that had you seeing stars and screaming his name as you came with a rush of fluid that drenched his face, shirt and pants. With ease Chibs shrugged you off his shoulder and helped you slide to the floor, your legs like jello.

“More” you whispered as you hand ran down to between your sticky thighs as you both panted. Chibs simply grinned as he worked on his belt. Once we he was naked he pulled you flat onto the floor. His hands on your knees as he spread your legs open. His eyes locked on your glistening pussy as she fluttered and clenched around nothing.

“Fucking gorgeous lassie” he stated as he looked from your pussy to your eyes as he stroked his dripping cock.

“Need you” you whined as you felt his tip at your hot entrance. Lifting your hips slightly you both moaned as he slid in easily. Once he was all the way in you locked your ankles together around his waist as he gave you long slow strokes. Your hands tangled in his hair as the two of you kissed passionately. “Need it harder Chibs” you moaned after a few minutes. “Make me cum hard on your cock” you begged as you moved your hips faster.

Chibs grinned before pulling out of you and flipping you over easily. Sliding back into you he smacked your ass hard with one hand as he used the other to grab a fist full of your hair. Tugging harshly he jerked your head back arching your back even more making your eyes roll back as he hit spots even deeper inside of you. Chibs kept up his thrusts for several minutes pulling orgasm out of mind blowing orgasm from your overstimulated body. You lay on the floor body limp as his thrust became erratic before he slammed into you one final time as he called your name as he shot rope out of thick hot rope of cum deep into you.

Collapsing on top of you, the two of you lay panting as he twitched within your still fluttering walls. “It’s a shame you came so soon” you murmured with a grin of mischief. “I really wanted that thick cock in my ass”. Chibs chuckled as he pulled from you making you gasp. “Can do love” he stated as he spread you ass cheeks and pushed his still hard and cum covered cock into your tight hole making you gasp.

[ambernotember]

a little meddling could go a long way

a very silly episode coda for 9-1-1 8x11 and Doctor Odyssey 1x11

read on ao3

“Sergeant Grant,” Tommy grinned at her as he hopped down from the helicopter. “We have got to stop meeting like this.” “Firefighter Pilot Kinard, thanks for the assist,” Athena said. “If I never see another boat it will be too damn soon.”

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“Sergeant Grant,” Tommy grinned at her as he hopped down from the helicopter. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“Firefighter Pilot Kinard, thanks for the assist,” Athena said. “If I never see another boat it will be too damn soon.”

Tommy laughed. “Let’s get you all loaded up and out of here then. I assume you’re Daphne, our VIP?” She nodded and he guided her over to the helicopter. “You’ll be in the back with our aeromedic, and you’re our first stop.” He helped her up, and his partner got her situated. “And next to our FBI guides, we’ll have you two.” Between the two FBI guys, they quickly got Bonnie and Clyde seated as well.

“Sergeant, can I offer you the front seat?” He gave her a jaunty little bow as she climbed in, before he slid in after her. Once Daphne and Athena had been given headsets, and the criminals had ear protection on, they took off.

“Welcome to Kinard Air,” Tommy said over the headsets. “Our first stop is the hospital in approximately two hours. We don’t have in flight entertainment, but you’re welcome to watch the ocean waves out the windows.”

Daphne laughed, audible even though she hadn’t turned on her microphone, loud and bright.

“So Daphne, what are your plans once you’re healed up and out of the hospital?” Athena asked over the headsets. The aeromedic showed Daphne how to use hers to respond.

“Oh Sergeant Grant, I have no idea,” Daphne laughed again. “Dance all night, drive through the wilderness, swim in the ocean. Just celebrate, you know? Do the things I've been putting off, or thought I couldn't do anymore.”

“That sounds lovely,” Athena said. “But if I can make a suggestion? No more cruises. They’re not worth the trouble.”

Tommy privately thought Athena Grant might be the only person who could out deadpan him. He let the conversation fade into the background as he focused on flying, keeping an eye on the time and his nav system.

“Have you seen the new photos of it? Tommy?”

Tommy realized Athena was talking to him. “Sorry?”

“Has Buck shown you the new photos of the house? The kitchen counters just got installed.”

Tommy realized abruptly that Athena thought he and Evan were still together. “Uh, no, I haven't seen them,” he said. They still had an hour to go, and other people were on the comms, so it seemed like the easiest answer.

“Hmm,” Athena said. “Maybe Bobby forgot to send them.”

“Are you renovating?” Daphne asked.

“Building, actually. Rebuilding, I guess,” Athena mused.

“Rebuilding?”

“There was a fire,” Athena said. Tommy knew she was leaving out a lot of details about how and why the fire had started - Evan had told him about it. “We looked for a new place but nothing felt right. So we decided to build something new where the old house had been.”

“Wow. Did you get to design it?” Daphne asked.

“Actually my ex-husband did. He’s an architect.”

“And you’re still close? Wait, sorry, is that prying?”

“Nothing else to do,” Athena said. “We are close. We’ll always be family, and we have two kids together. He and his husband live in Florida now. We got divorced about, 7 years ago now? Almost 8. Then I met Bobby, my husband. Well, we had met before that, on the job — he's a firefighter. That's how I know Tommy here, actually, they used to work together.” Athena smiled at him then continued her story. “We were together a little less than a year when we got married. Part of what I love about him is how much he loves my family. He never tried to take over the dad role but he’s always been there for my kids. And he and Michael — that’s my ex — are close.”

She paused. “Sorry, that was probably a lot information that you were expecting.”

“I mean, like you said, not much else to do,” Daphne said.

“Do you have anyone at home Daphne?” Athena asked.

Daphne laughed again, but it was sad this time. “No. When I got sick — well, I didn’t want to put anyone else through that. It seemed easier to be alone.”

“It can be,” Athena agreed. “The thing I’ve learned as a first responder though, is that none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. If there’s something that makes you happy, someone you love, it’s worth the risk.”

Tommy glanced at her out of his peripheral, but she seemed focused on the view out the windshield.

“And that’s how you feel about Bobby?”

“It is.”

“That’s so romantic,” Daphne sighed.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a lot of hard work too. We almost broke up twice,” Athena confided. “I didn’t want to be seen dating after the divorce and he thought I was embarrassed of him. And then I asked him to move in with me before he was ready.”

“Really?” Tommy surprised himself by asking. “You two have always seemed so solid.”

“Now, yes. But it took us a while to get there.” Athena turned around slightly to see Daphne. “The new romance shine is easy to find. It’s what comes after that that people don’t talk about. It’s a lot of hard work to learn to communicate with each other and trust each other. And it doesn’t stop.”

“It doesn’t?” Daphne asked.

“No, it does not. Bobby and I actually fought about the house design — I wanted to rebuild exactly as it had been, but Bobby pointed out that really, that had been mine and Michael's home. If we were building something, it should be mine and his, even if it was on the same piece of land as the old house.”

“You two sound like a romcom come to life,” Daphne said.

It was Athena’s turn to laugh. “Only because I’ve left out a lot of details. Sometimes it’s a horror show. But I can get through it because I know he’s there for me.”

Tommy swallowed around a surprisingly large lump in his throat.

Athena pulled out her phone to read a text message. “Slight change of plans, folks,” she said over the comms. “Pick up for Bonnie and Clyde will be at the hospital as well, no need for a second stop.”

“Copy that,” Tommy said, relaying the information to Harbour.

“I’m just going to let Bobby know,” Athena murmured as she typed out a text. “Do you want him to pass the message along to Buck as well?”

“Oh, I have to go back to Harbour anyways,” Tommy deflected. “No worries.”

Athena and the FBI agents spent the last part of the flight coordinating with their team on the ground, and Tommy and his aeromedic kept the hospital apprised of their progress.

Daphne was the first person off the helicopter, the medical team whisking her away to surgery for her transplant. Tommy hopped out for a quick stretch while the LAPD and FBI dealt with Bonnie and Clyde. He was surprised when Athena rounded the helicopter and pulled him down into a hug.

“Thank you for getting me home safe again,” she said. “Housewarming as soon as the tools are cleaned up - we’ll see you there.”

“Uh, I’ll see how my schedule works out.”

“We’ll see you there,” she repeated. “And hopefully never again on a boat.”

Tommy laughed despite himself. “I’ll do my best to avoid it,” he said. He waited until everyone had cleared the helipad, then got back into the helicopter to head back to Harbour, trying to put Athena’s comments out of his mind.

“Thank you for picking me up,” Athena said as she got into the truck. “I could have just had one of the uniforms get me.”

Bobby held out his hand for hers and threaded their fingers together. “And miss out on another second of seeing you? Absolutely not.” He lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of her hand, squeezing tightly. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you.”

“It had to be a boat,” Athena said. “You’ll never believe who my ride back was.”

Bobby looked at her in askance.

“Tommy Kinard.”

“That must have been an awkward flight,” Bobby said flatly.

“Actually there was a lovely patient named Daphne on the flight, we had a great time. And don’t talk about Tommy like that,” she chided her husband. “Have you seen him since the breakup?”

“No.”

“Well, that is not a happy man. Regardless of Buck saying Tommy broke up with him,” and he had, many times, and it was the reason Athena’s kitchen was overflowing with baked goods, “he’s clearly hurting.”

“What did you do?”

“Let’s just say there’s an aeromedic and two FBI agents that know a lot about our relationship now.”

“You meddled? You?” Bobby raised an eyebrow at her. “You hate getting involved in other people’s relationships.”

“It was the happiest I’d seen either of them,” Athena shrugged. “Sometimes people just need a little nudge. If it works, maybe they talk and we finally have an end to the baked goods. Or he doesn’t do anything about it and we have to buy a chest freezer for the new house for Buck’s baking.”

Tommy landed at Harbour, refuelling his bird and finishing his paperwork before the exhaustion of the day could overtake him.

When it was done, he took out his phone and sent a text message.

Can we talk? Maybe on Saturday?

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[elizabeth-mitchells]

The amount of wlw films I have started watching because you reblogged gif sets of it is like. Well. I am currently watching one (Do Revenge)

GOOD!!! ghsjdfhgfjdh that makes me SO happy!! i love to be a good lesbian influence 🫡🫡

i hope you enjoyed Do Revenge!! i love that one, it's soooo much fun. let me know what you thought? 👀

[mintytealfox]

lolol just had a thought for my Anastasia AU :P

If the fact that Orpheus and Alice used to play Orpheus and Eurydice together when they were young, that I found on the wiki, is true, what if...

What if Alice roped young Norton into their game and had him play as Hades? Put on fake, manacial villain façade and carry her bridal style down the hallway to be chased by Orpheus all over the mansion? 😊

God, I feel like that would be such a cute image and memory that Norton and Orpheus would look back on fondly, those days in paradise where they didn't have to worry much as kids 😔

I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO THIS ALREADY CAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO MY SHOCK WHEN I SAW IT STILL HERE OH MY OGGHHHSSSSSS

-RAPIDLY TYPINNGGGGGGGGGG-

THIS IS SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE ACTUAL BABIES BEFORE REALITY HITS AAAHHHH 😭😭😭😭

I am getting this image of it turning into a glorified race where Orpheus and Norton end up taking it way too seriously and are actually running with all they have trying to beat the other to get to Alice LOL So Norton can keep Eurydice in the 'underworld' and Orpheus running so he can take her from the underworld, of their imagined story they are playing LOL

The two just running and throwing everything they got at each other LOL

Norton: "ALICE IS STAYING" Orpheus: "ALICE IS LEAVING WITH ME" -Norton throws big pillows in Orpheus's way- -Orpheus throws a big ball at Norton-

a full motion picture to behold through a child's eyes LOL

Then, like you say, Norton winning and running away with her as Orpheus now has to chase after them IM DYING LOOOL

(Honestly, imagine if da capo all knew each other before the world whacked them all to a pulp ;; )

GOSH I LOVE HAPPINESS AAAHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ask-that-weird-dog]

Kris. Kris. Kris. Of the two, do you prefer moss or potassium more?

* (You get the feeling this is about to be a very, very weird day.)

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[kit-just-kit]

Send "💬" and my muse will reveal a Pet Name or Nickname that they have for yours. (for Igor pls!)

Terms of endearment meme

"Ahhhh but the charter on this one is somewhat of tally darling, is it not? Zver, drakon, zhivotnye.......the ones I scream in the heights of passion, when you're driving me wild even though surely I butcher the pronunciation of them.......". (she hadn't, Kit took the utmost care to ensure both her diction and speech patterns were spot on when saying anything in Igor's native language). ".....and yet, my favourite, is the one I use when I'm at my quietest, my calmest.

My Russian".

[coollyinterferes]

Joseph is just going to give his dear old Uncle a great big hug for the coming winter months. Not only that but a beaming smile too as he laughs proudly and totally did NOT plant a sticky note on Speedwagon's back saying he's the best uncle in the world.

unprompted asks 【always accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie

The silent hug from Joseph is welcomed by the old man with literal open arms. Speedwagon hugs the younger and much taller male back, giving him a wholehearted hug that rivals Joseph's in warmth too. It's mindblowing how tall his dear Joseph has gotten over the last few years! Despite not being much like his grandfather in regards to overall personality, Joseph definitely has Jonathan's genes and it shows. It's not that Robert hadn't noticed how tall Joseph had grown, because he did, it's just that it always becomes a lot more evident when they share a moment like this.

"That was really sweet, Jojo." Robert says with a smile that reflects that fondness he has for the youngest Joestar. One of his hands goes to pat the top of Joseph's head, ruffling the young man's hair just a little, fondly, like he always would when Jojo was little and the two spent hours playing together or reading comics and stories about fantastic heroes,and so on.

"I really appreciate it. Thank you, dearest."

[phoenixcoin]

❂⭃ @deusmater asked: ⥷❂ ❂⭃ CHANGED! ⥷❂

Glimpses of the Past send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

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Byron sat at his desk long into the night, just staring down at smooth, flat surface. That flat piece of wood had felt far too long like a sheet of glass upon which he was precariously perched, playing the part of a jester for the hands of Sanbreque. How he toiled away over stacks and stacks of papers, unraveling everything his brother had ever stood for, only just managing to slip by a bit of coin or two to those names which he supported. So many years where he had been using that place as an instrument of ruin and ignoring the cries beneath him.

But that night had changed everything. Seeing Clive and Jill after such a large span of death and silence, it had completely toppled his world and every single stack of those damn papers. He had never played the part of a villain well, and he could no longer sit idly by and watch the duchy crumble under his hands. Watch the world fall to pieces between the mortar and pestle that was the war between Waloed and Sanbreque. Knowing that Clive was alive, knowing what he was fighting for, how could he possibly continue to waste his days staring at this barren environment at his desk?

Oh, it should have been a very serious moment, but Byron could not fight the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin, couldn't fight for a moment the laughter that started small and began to grow. With a rolling laugh fit for some jolly old king, Byron stood and took his arm to sweep across the surface of his desk to knock every single object into the floor. A shower of paper and trinkets that crashed with a terrible sound, sending its echo through the halls like a banshee crying out in the night.

Byron's servants rushed to the door of his study, crowding around in fear and concern. A stray voice called out among the rest: "My lord, whatever is the matter!? What are you doing?"

Byron turned to face them, hands on his hips and a smile beaming larger and brighter than any who worked at the estate had seen in a great many years, "Ready a ferry for me, my man. I am joining Cid the Outlaw!"

A cacophony of confusion and concern erupted from the staff, and with the chaos a great many rebuttals to deny such a short-sighted idea, but Byron merely laughed, hard and loud, and sauntered out of the room to his bedchamber. It was time for him to ready himself for a great adventure.

[mutxnts]

Fic meme: 22, 23, 24!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

okay maybe don't read this oodly since it does have a bit of an aa4 spoiler KJLSDFKLJGDSKLJFG but this was one of my favorite fics to write this year, and also maybe the paragraphs i'm most proud of. from good old days:

“You look like a true defense attorney now,” Miles complimented with a warm smile. “Take a look for yourself.” He gestured toward the full-length mirror nearby, indicating for him to turn toward it now that his outfit was complete. Phoenix did just that. What he saw in the mirror wasn’t just a reflection of the outfit he was wearing, but was also a reflection of the man he’d once been—of the defense attorney he’d once been. But now he was older, made stronger by all the adversity he had faced in the past decade. The gray hair at his temples showed clear signs of aging, and there was a certain weariness in his eyes that seemed to have been a permanent fixture since his disbarment, but the attorney’s badge on his chest still shone proudly in the face of all that. He had grown and changed so much as a person since the last time he had worn his attorney’s badge, and yet who he was at his core remained unchanged. He was still the same Phoenix Wright that cared about finding the truth and believing in people when no one else did.

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph that you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

okay it's kind of stupid but this part from sweet, sweet bliss was challenging to me:

“Hmm… pancakes sound good,” he answered. And then, because he couldn’t resist teasing his boyfriend to get him worked up, he added, “Along with a side of bacon, eggs, and toast, perhaps. And a parfait, don’t forget that.”

i don't know why but i always struggle with food in fics? i'm always trying to decide if it's like, a normal dish to have or if it's too fancy or not something that the character would be able to make. or, if it's even something people normally eat KJSKJFDGSJKDFG and don't get me started on writing restaurant scenes, i am always so bad at deciding what a character would order so i try to be vague about it 😭 idk why food is such a challenge to me but it is jskdfgjkldfjkldfg

24. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

hmmm, i think one of the things that surprised me the most while working on a fic is that i actually had an idea for how i could make hot, sticky, sweet (warning that is an explicit fic) into a two-parter instead of just a one shot. i've never written anything that wasn't a one shot, so the fact that i had ideas for how to continue the story surprised me. i wasn't sure if i was going to actually write the second part or not, but it did reshape the way i ended that fic. i had like 3 different ideas for the ending, but decided in the end to go with something more opened ended in case i ever came back to it and wanted to write that second part. (and surprisingly, i did start working on the second chapter!)

[oculusxcaro]

🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last few blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 🌸

Thanks for sending this! Slipping this under the cut because it's OOC! 🐸

(Hello there! Thanks for sending this to me and I'm so sorry it's taken so long to answer! It's... hard to answer because I don't feel like I'm a very interesting person so facts are hard to give? Okay, umm. I met J.ames M.arsters in Wales a LONG time ago. I have the enzyme that thinks 'soap' when it comes to cilantro/coriander in dishes making some meals impossible to enjoy! Back when I lived in London. I took care of an injured Ring-necked dove. It had been hit by a car and didn't look like it was going to make the night but it survived. Fed it sweetcorn and peas which it loved and soon made a full recovery. After I released it, it kept coming back and brought it's mate along for a couple of years until we moved away. I still miss my little bird friend but it's been ten years since then so maybe it's descendants are still visiting?)

[passionfruitbowls]

6,7, and 17 for the writer's ask game!

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? i would say it’s the possibility that my writing will never be “good enough” for a wider audience (then again, we’re all our own worst critics, aren’t we? 😅) and that i’ll never have the time or motivation to finish a novel or any other kind of literary work

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? the fact that it’s a way of telling the world that i have something to say, whether it’s as simple as “hey here are some characters from a show i love wouldn’t it be great if they held hands and kissed” or a commentary on a current issue!! i love using words to make myself heard and i also love hearing what people think of my ideas and opinions <3

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. i hope you don’t mind me talking about a slightly older wip, since most of mine have been on the back burner for a while due to finals XD basically i came up with an idea for an ml fic in which adrien attends a masked ball for people who are in paris’ high society/the wealthy elite and…get this…ladybug is there as a guest of honour!! mind-blowing, right? and of course the two of them inadvertently end up dancing together at some point, then decide to find a more private place to chat since they don’t want to draw attention to themselves…there may or may not be a bit of nervous flirting and a cheek kiss ;)

this is the very beginning of the fic, which i wrote in… *checks the version history and looks away out of embarrassment* november 2020. damn.

[mad-hunts]

☎ -Violet!!

phone contact meme!

contact name: mon rêve 💕 ('my dream' in french, which is a nickname that i couldn't resist once i thought of it because barton calling violet his 'dream' as in she's everything he could wish for and more? its way too darn sweet in my opinion 😭)

contact picture:

(IDK why i chose this one besides that the vibes behind this drawing were IMMACULATE and it just screamed 'them' to me because they would do something precious like this <33 so yeah haha)

ringtone: you make loving fun — fleetwood mac (i chose this one for UHHH. obvious reasons, as its very romantic in my opinion, okok lol)

the most recent phone call between our muses, and how long it was: the last time that both barton and violet were on the phone, he called them as he was heading over to their house as they agreed to hang out that day, but he was running a few minutes late (and i swear this was not for a bad reason so just bear with me here for a second, please. bear with me SKSKS).

the reason behind this was that he was making some last minute touches on the bouquet of flowers he was going to surprise her with, though he lost track of time, but on the bright side... violet got gifted a very pretty bouquet of red roses (: this phone call lasted about 5 minutes, because that was the extra amount of time it took barton to get to violet's home.

the three most recently sent messages from my muse to yours:

1. 'hey, honey! i just wanted to thank you again for coming with me to that doctor's appointment the other day. i mean, i knew that nothing had probably changed with my heart, but' 2. 'it means a lot to me anyhow. i was just a bit nervous because it had been so long since i'd last been to the heart doctor, you know?' 3. 'yeahhh, i know. i've got to get on a more consistent schedule when it comes to taking my meds... its just easy for me to forget sometimes. but it helps having you around to remind me, my dashing knight in shining armor (;'

[spiritofahtohallan]

“You are so beautiful.”

Elsa didn't get to leave the castle as often as she'd like to. Being the queen of Arendelle she had a lot of responsibilities to tend to and she was still getting used to living a life with open doors.

Today though had been an unusally slow day and she had therefore decided to seize the opportunity that had been presented to her. Stepping outside in what felt for the first time in forever since her coronation, Elsa smiled as she felt the sun on her face and breathed in the fresh air, reminding herself that she really had to do this more often.

Strolling around Arendelle, taking in the sights of her beautiful kingdom and stopping at a stand to view some flowers she was thinking of buying for Anna, Elsa was pulled out of her thoughts by a tiny voice.

"I - Oh thank you so much" She replied, a smile forming on her lips, "You're very pretty yourself" Elsa complimented the child.

"Are you from Arendelle? I don't think I have seen you around here before" she inquired, "then again I don't get to leave the castle as often as I'd like to".

[eli-writes-sometimes]

Happy STS! What are your characters' favorite songs? Bonus: Why that song?

Hey Tori! Thanks for the ask, sorry it too so long to get to!

This is actually something I've thought about quite a lot for the main characters of Five Man Band, as I wrote a little short story about thhem winning a akaraoke contest at the agency they worl at, so I'll answer with them!

Riley - he's a sucker for sweater weather by the neighbourhood - back before the story started, him and his (now dead) girlfriend used to sing it together, and listening to it reminds him of her, so he loves

Niamh - she loves older music, and she'll listen to voulez-vous by abba on repeat whenever she can

Ash - because of her fire powers, she's obsessed with songs about fire and she loves rock music, so she loves my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up) by fall out boy

Kai - he would probably say that he listens to too much music to have a favourite, but he loves will wood, and his favourite is laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!)

Phoenix - they're a musical nerd, and their favourite song is either flowers or wedding song from hadestown - they wouldn't be able to choose, and I can't either

Thanks for the ask!

[homunculiii]

For honesty hour:

1. What was the last fiction and non-fiction books you read?

2. Drop your Spotify wrapped - and if you don't have one, what new bands/songs did you discover in 2023?

3. This is less of a question but have you watched poker face starring natasha lyonne? I think you'd like it😆

ooh good questions!!

The last fiction book I finished was the Raven graphic novel by Kami Garcia, it was alright and Gabriel Picolo's art is gorgeous! The storyline was a little generic but I still enjoyed it. The last non-comic book I read was Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare, it's one of my best friends' most formative books and I really got swept up in the plot! I thinkkkk the last non-fiction book I actually finished was Natasha Lasky's essay on Blackout by Britney Spears which was a fascinating read! I'm also currently reading Alan Kohler's quarterly essay about the Aussie housing market and really loving it

Oooh what do you want to know about my spotify wrapped? My top song was anti-hero and top podcast was 7am and I'm happy to go into more detail if you like!

I haven't but Natasha Lyonne has such a great screen presence and I love her voice :D I'll have to check it out