#the plane ride was hellish

[clickr1999]

im fucking in japan

[greetingfromthedead]

Drop of Lust (Vashwood x F!Reader)

Series: Draconic Lust

Pairing: Vash x Wolfwood x F!Reader

Word count: 5k

ATTENTION: If this is your first time checking out Draconic Lust, be sure to read the information provided in the Masterlist!

Tags/TW: no use of "y/n", AU - dragon shifters, succubus!reader, smut, NSFW, threesome M/M/F, vashwood, big cocks, some voyeurism, manhandling, dom!men, polyamorous characters, bisexual male characters, size kink, size difference, groping, hair pulling, penetration, breast play, cuddling, vaginal fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, oral sex, pussy eating, neck kissing, eating out, cunnilingus, tongue sex, spitting, rough sex, anal fingering, some ass play, penis in vagina sex, vaginal sex, spitroasting, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, mild face-fucking, standing sex, suspension, riding, being used as a sex toy (respectfully), multiple orgasms, some praising, wet and messy, unsafe sex, cum inside, multiple creampies, cum eating, forced orgasm, denied orgasm

After a century of silence, a ripple moved through your hellish plane of existence. The feeling of intense lust and desire is what pulls you through the veil, landing you in the material world. You kneel on a soft carpet in a dimly lit room that's filled with slurping sounds.

"That's it, Angel. Good job, but I know you can manage a bit more," says the tanned man standing in front of you, his fingers laced into another man's hair. The blonde on his knees holds on to the other man's hips, his eyes filled with hunger as he eagerly obeys the command, swallowing the cock deeper and letting out satisfied moans.

You feel the intensity between the lovers, and you know they poured the last drop of passion into your domain to unknowingly summon you. You just sit there, taking in the desire that fills the room and enjoying the power it grants you. As a succubus, you thrive on the energy of their lust and revel in the control you have over their desperate needs.

The men are both large, much more so than you, and they don't look completely human either. Their physique seems normal, from their skin to their cocks; their naked bodies don't seem abnormal; just the horns curving from their heads hint that these aren't simply giant men.

The blonde's eyes open and meet yours. He pulls away from the other, leaving the erect cock bobbing in the air as strands of saliva connected it to his open mouth. You lick your lips at the sight of them, both hard and eager. His gaze is intense, full of desire and hunger, not at all shy or shameful. It's probably the energy you give off, fueling any dirty thoughts and dark fantasies.

"Wolfwood, we have company," the pale man says as he stands up.

That has the tanned man's attention, and he turns towards you. They both measure you with their gaze. The gray silken little dress you're clad in leaves little to the imagination, with one strap already threatening to slip down your shoulder. As they both step closer, you have to look up at them as they tower over you. A lustful tingle begins to spread through your body, and you can feel yourself getting wet with need.

"And who do we have here?" Wolfwood bows closer. He doesn't show any signs of shame either, and you sense he is every bit as lustful as he was moments ago. You don't answer him; instead, you let your eyes glide over his soft yet strong body. The other man's physique is more sculpted, his muscles toned and prominent, but his skin is covered by scars, and his left arm is replaced by a skeletal prosthetic. Wolfwood reaches towards you and places his large hands on your sides, simply picking you up like you weigh nothing and placing you on the corner of the bed next to you so you are standing. This way, you are almost at eye level with the giant men, but still a little shorter.

They are drawn to you like moths to a flame; it's simply your nature, and they lean closer as Wolfwood's hands linger on your body, one arm around you and the other resting on your hip. You feel his body heat through the thin fabric of your dress, and you can't help but lean a bit closer too as you look at him with parted lips. The blonde man is on your other side, and you feel his fingers take hold of your hand.

"My name is Vash. What brings you here?" His face is close to your ear as he pulls your hand to his lips to give it a kiss.

"I am here to hear you moan my name, Handsome," you say as you turn to him, your eyes half closed as your lips nearly touch his. And so you tell him your name, whispering it into his ear, loud enough for the other to hear too, and you lean closer to his burning body, his erection rubbing against the outside of your thigh. As Vash leans closer still, you can feel his warm breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Wolfwood makes room for Vash; the arm that was around you moves to be around Vash's back instead. You lean against the two of them, resting your head on the blonde's meaty shoulder, his arms coming from either side of you. You turn to look at Wolfwood. "And you are no exception either."

You feel the fire burn within them, beseeching them to give in to their desires, and it doesn't take any time at all for both of them to nuzzle their faces against either side of your neck, their hands exploring your body. You feel their hot breath on your skin, igniting a primal need deep within you. Vash's hands sneak over your sides, up and over, until they rest on your breasts, one large hand warm and soft, the other hard and cold, as they start to massage the supple flesh. You throw your arms upwards, wrapping your fingers around their horns, pulling them both closer from behind as best you can. Lost in the moment, your body responds eagerly to their touch, arching backwards into the burly men. You let out a soft moan of pleasure, completely surrendering to the sensation.

Wolfwood's hand lingers on your stomach for a little longer, almost as if pulling you towards him, away from Vash, as his lips find your neck, kissing it softly and moving down to your shoulder, pushing a strap keeping your breast covered down your arm, leaving more kisses in his wake. That's when his fingers dance across you to the hip closest to him and move along your leg.

You tingle with desire and anticipation as the large men enjoy the feel of your body. Vash kneads your breasts through the silk; his mouth now sucking on your neck. Wolfwood's fingers creep along the edge of the short dress that barely covers you, to your inner thigh. His touch feels intoxicating, and you moan softly, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the sensation. The meaty fingers move tenderly upwards, leaving your skin tingling, before he reaches your core. You arch your back, pressing yourself into his touch, eagerly wanting more. He presses two of his long fingers deeper between your thighs, brushing against your bare flesh, feeling the wetness greeting him.

"Eager little birdie, aren't you?" The tanned man whispers against your skin as he adjusts further, the bunched up silks pulled away from your pussy that's so eager to be touched. You push your hips even more forward for him, taking a wider stance to grant him easier access. His fingers tease you tenderly, slipping between your slick covered folds and causing you to moan further as he spreads the wetness gathered there. The pleasure starts to build as he slowly circles your clit with his fingers, making you squirm in Vash's strong embrace. The blonde man kneads your breasts with both hands, the grip tightening as he continues to tease you relentlessly. Your dress starts to fall down, exposing your skin, and he whispers in your ear, "You're so beautiful." His words only fuel your desire as you feel his hot breath on your neck. He pinches your sensitive nipples between his fingers each time he squeezes on the flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, where Wolfwood's fingers are playing a wicked game.

The warm bodies against your back are a stark contrast to the almost chilly air of the room, which causes goosebumps to form on your skin. You reach towards Vash, pulling him closer until your lips meet in a kiss. He is eager, his fingers holding on to you tighter, his mouth locking with you in passion. All the while, Wolfwood presses deeper, the tips of two of his fingers sliding past your entrance until you gasp in pleasure into Vash's open mouth.

"You're so tight. You really think you can handle one of us, let alone both of us at once?" The dark-haired man asks as his lips move to your neck again, near your ear.

You moan a whiny affirmation, nodding your head while still kissing the handsome blonde. You feel Wolfwood shift slightly against your body as he chuckles a dark laugh against your skin and slides his fingers deeper into your sopping pussy.

"Why don't you give me a hand, Blondie?" he says, taking a break from sucking on your neck.

Vash releases your left breast, leaving it hard and aching, and moves his hand down to hook under your left leg, pulling it up off the bed and spreading you open. The cold air nips at your nipple and the wetness between your legs as Wolfwood fingers your pussy, making you gasp and moan in pleasure. His touch sends your mind off, intensifying the sensations coursing through your body. You arch your back, pushing your hips against his hand, silently begging for more. The room fills with the sound of your ragged breaths and the wet noises of his fingers moving inside you. His palm slaps against your swollen clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. The pleasure builds and builds until you can't hold back any longer, pulling back from Vash's lips to cry out in ecstasy as you reach the peak of pleasure. Wolfwood continues his expert ministrations, pushing you to the brink until you're left trembling, with only Vash's strong grip still holding you up.

"You sing a pretty song, little birdie," Wolfwood whispers in your ear as you whimper from pleasure. "Pretty like a doll too."

You turn your head to look at Wolfwood's dark gaze, your eyes begging for more, before he kisses you, pressing your head against Vash's body. He pulls his fingers from your core, bringing them to the blonde's lips to be sucked clean. The blonde does so eagerly, moaning softly in response, his flesh hand kneading your right breast, the left one still holding up your leg as your juices drip down your inner thigh.

You reach down to touch their hard lengths, feeling their desire for you pulsating in your hand. Your fingers don't reach around either cock, but you stroke over their tips, smearing the collected pre-cum over their swollen heads. Your breath hitches as you feel yourself growing wetter still with anticipation.

"My turn," you say through the kiss. "Lay down."

With a mischievous grin, as if wanting to prove something to you, Wolfwood steps away, sitting on the edge of the large bed before pushing further up. Vash lets you go, and you give his cock a few more playful strokes.

"You're welcome to do as you please, Sweetheart," you smirk before turning away from him, settling in between Wolfwood's legs. You look at him lying in front of you, his arms folded under his head, his cock resting heavily against his stomach. You lift your ass enough to run your hand through your folds, coating it in slick, before picking up his cock with both hands, holding it with one at the base as the wet one coats his tip with a mix of your orgasm and his pre-cum. You start stroking the length of him, needing both hands to maintain a firm grip on his thick shaft. Wolfwood groans in pleasure, his hips instinctively thrusting up to meet your touch. The sound of his arousal only spurs you on, increasing the speed and pressure of your movements as you lean down to kiss up along his dick, starting from the base, moving towards the tip, pressing more firmly on the sensitive spots. With a mischievous grin, you place a kiss on the slit before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of both of you. Wolfwood lets out a low groan, his head leaning back, and you feel him shudder in response. The sight of him like this sends a surge of desire through you. As you tease him with your lips and tongue, you can't help but revel in the power you hold over him in this moment. The mischievous grin that graced his lips before is nowhere to be found. With a sly smile, you lean further down and take more of him in your mouth, relishing the sounds of his pleasure as you begin to work your magic. Wolfwood's eyes widen in surprise and delight, a low groan escaping his lips as you show him just how skilled you can be.

There is only so much of him you can take; the swollen tip is too large to fit comfortably in your mouth. Spit dribbles down his shaft as you struggle to accommodate his size and girth, eager to please him in every way possible, just to give him a taste of who you are. He moans as you suck on the head of his cock, your hands working in tandem to stroke the rest of his length. The sensation of your warm mouth and skilled hands on him drives Wolfwood wild, his hips bucking involuntarily as he loses himself in the pleasure you are providing.

You work on the tanned man with your ass up in the air, so focused that you don't even notice the bed shifting with Vash's weight. He is behind you, and suddenly you feel his hands spreading your ass apart and his lips pressing into your sex. His tongue laps against your sensitive pussy as you moan in ecstasy. The dual sensations of Wolfwood's throbbing cock in your mouth and Vash's skilled tongue on you make you feel like you're in paradise. You arch your back, surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your body. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless. You lose yourself in the pleasure, feeling every touch and sensation with a heightened awareness. The sounds of your muffled moans mix with Wolfwood's groans, creating a symphony of passion that echoes through the room.

You move your hips, grinding your pussy against Vash's warm tongue as he explores every inch of your dripping wet center. His fingers press into your thighs, leaving crescent-shaped marks on your skin where his nails are. He moans too, his tongue licking from your clit up towards your aching core. You spread your legs further for him, taking Wolfwood's cock with increased eagerness, gagging on his length as it hits the back of your throat. The tightness makes him whimper, and you ignore the prickling in your eyes as you swallow him as deep as you physically can. As your face leans down, your ass comes up, and as Vash's tongue dances over your entrance, a surprised moan escapes your lips the moment the muscle plunges deep inside you, much deeper than a normal tongue should go, even for these large men. If the pleasure weren't so blinding, you would think harder about it, but right now, lust and desire are the only things on your mind.

You slurp on the giant man's giant cock like it's the only thing that matters in the world while Vash eats you out like a starving man in a buffet. You lose yourself in the overwhelming pleasure, unable to resist the intense sensations taking over your body. The moans escaping your throat vibrate against Wolfwood's dick, and you don't even notice just how close you have pushed him to the edge. His hands have come down, gripping the sheets tightly as he tries to hold back his release. As the pleasure from Vash's actions grows to be too much, you throw your head back to moan in ecstasy as you come to his abnormally long tongue, which reaches places you never knew could bring you such pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of your joy, mixing with Vash's own groans of satisfaction. Wolfwood lets out a grunt of relief, as he hasn't come undone by you yet and gets to return from the edge of orgasm, even though part of him would want nothing more than to send his seed down your throat. But to him, it would mean you win, and he refuses to be wrong.

You lean forward as you come down from your orgasm, leaning away from Vash, your hands on Wolfwood's soft stomach, the coarse hairs under your palms.Your breathing is heavy, and you feel powerful and alive. You know you've been summoned to the right place.

You turn around, facing Vash, who has sat up, a small smile playing on his lips, your wetness still evident on his chin. You back up, settling partially on top of Wolfwood's thighs and reaching through between your legs to pick up his cock.

"Doll, you can't be serious," the man behind you exclaims, but you already line up the head of his cock with your entrance, sliding down slowly. "Let me guess. Just the tip? Even that seems too much for you, little girl." You ignore his taunts and continue to slide him into you. He stretches you out in the most delicious way possible, the head of his cock pressing against your walls. With gentle rocks of your hips you let the tip move in and out, each time going a little deeper. You close your eyes, savoring the moment, and soon you feel Vash's mouth on your neck, his hands on your hips and you can lean against him as you focus on sliding down Wolfwood's cock. With each roll of your lower body, you go lower until you have him deeper than humanly possible. Good thing you're not human.

Vash's tongue twirls around your earlobe before his lips close around it, sucking and nipping gently. His large hands hold you tightly, and as he feels you start to move with longer strides, up and down, he pulls away to look wide eyed at you, taking all of Wolfwood's length with a blissful expression. You reach your hand for his cock, stroking it softly. His is more slender than Wolfwood's, but longer and curved slightly upwards. As you continue to stroke it, he lets out a soft moan of pleasure, raising his ass from his heels to bring his hips closer to you. His breathing becomes heavier as he sees you leaning closer to suck on his dick with a hunger that matches his own, all while bouncing up and down his lover's massive member. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the overwhelming sensations as his fingers tangle into your hair.

You revel in the sounds of Wolfwood's moans as you split yourself apart on his cock. The room fills with the scent of sex and sweat as the two of you move in perfect harmony, lost in the moment. Wolfwood's hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you ride him with abandon. You feel him twitching inside you as he fills every inch, rubbing your walls with delicious friction. You move one hand from Vash's cock to your swollen sex, clenching your walls as your fingers circle your clit, but a large, calloused hand pulls them away and your whole body down on his dick.

"Can't have you cut my fun short, birdie." Wolfwood says behind you, out of breath and with a hint of desperation. His hips thrust into you as a sign of control. You let go of Vash as you feel strong hands on your hips that pull you off the cock and put you down on all fours on the bed. Vash gives you a bit more space as you hungrily watch him, and Wolfwood repositions himself to be kneeling behind you, his large stature dwarfing you. His grip on your waist is tight, and the other hand is used to push his cock into your inviting pussy. You let out a whimper of pleasure as he enters you with a firm thrust. Wolfwood begins to move rhythmically, with each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. Each time the room is filled with the wet sounds of your bodies coming together, the intensity building with each movement. You feel a sense of euphoria wash over you as Wolfwood's pace quickens, his grunts of pleasure mixing with your own moans.

"I like how you taste, handsome. Come closer!" You beckon Vash, who looks mesmerized by the sight of Wolfwood fucking you senseless, to come to you.

He kneels before you, giving his cock a few pumps before surrendering to your touch. Vash eagerly joins in, his hands pulling your hair while you pleasure him with your mouth and hand as Wolfwood continues to drive deeply into you with each thrust. The room is filled with a symphony of moans and gasps as the three of you lose yourselves in the pleasure of the moment. Each time the tanned man slams into you, the motion forces you forward, occasionally causing you to gag on the blonde's cock as he thrusts in time to Wolfwood.

Wolfwood's hands spread you apart, and he pauses his thrusting just long enough to let a glob of spit drip onto your other hole. He continues driving into you relentlessly, his grunts echoing around the room as his finger teases the tight circle of muscle. The sensation of being completely filled and dominated by both men overwhelms you with pure joy. The intensity of the moment builds as you surrender to the raw passion and desire consuming all three of you. Wolfwood's meaty thumb continues to press against your entrance, coaxing you to take him in with nothing but his spit for lubrication. You can feel the pressure building inside you, aching for release, as Wolfwood's finger pushes in with a slight, dull pain. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans mixing with the grunts of both men, creating a symphony of pleasure. Your body quivers with anticipation as you feel yourself on the edge of ecstasy, ready to let go and surrender.

The tan man leans further, kneeling on just one leg now as he pounds you deep, his thumb curling in your ass, and he reaches around your body to give your clit the attention it craves. His hand is fast and firm as he sends you tumbling over the edge. You shake as your walls clench down on him, feeling the intense pleasure coursing through your body. You have to pull away from Vash's cock to get enough air to let out the screaming pleasure that you have been holding in. This sends Wolfwood into a frenzy, thrusting into you with wild abandon, moaning your name at your pussy trying to suck him in, and he cries out in ecstasy as he reaches his climax, coming deep inside you as he buries himself in you, filling you with hot seed, the warmth spreading through your body as you collapse in a state of blissful exhaustion, face first into the soft mattress. Your breathing is heavy and labored, as you are in heaven.

"Your turn, Angel," you hear Wolfwood say, out of breath. The bed shifts as he backs away, pulling out of your holes before giving you a slap on the ass. "Go on, Blondie."

You tingle with lust for Vash to take Wolfwood's place in fucking you from behind with your ass in the air, but instead both men move away and you get picked up. You see Vash standing up in front of you, which means it's Wolfwood who holds you up. His hands are underneath your knees, spreading you apart with his stomach against your back. There is no danger of falling, and you feel his cock brush against your ass as it gets softer. He presents you to Vash, who looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your core that's now leaking with both your slick and the other man's cum.

"Yes!" you exclaim, still in bliss from the orgasm you received just moments ago. "I want more. Fuck me, Sweetheart!"

"You heard the lady." Wolfwood says the smirk is obvious in his voice.

Vash steps closer, holding his dick, but crouches down so he can lap at your overly sensitive pussy. His tongue teases your clit for a moment before diving into your gaping cunt. You yelp as he lets out a satisfied hum, as if he had tasted the best meal of his life. He quickly gets up again, leaving a trail of kisses on your skin, skipping over the bunched up dress around your midsection to quickly suck on both breasts, moving up to your neck, and kissing your lips, all while you are spread open for him by Wolfwood. He whispers in your ear, "You taste so sweet."

Vash straightens up again but looks down as he guides his long, slender dick to your entrance. He slowly pushes inside you, feeling your warmth and tightness envelope him completely. He isn't as girthy as the man before him, but the size is still more than enough to make you gasp. He leans closer, his breath hot against your neck, as he whispers, "You feel so good around me." He has to slouch to reach you without pulling out. His hands move to squeeze your breasts again, the different temperatures making your head spin. Vash moves slightly more up and to the side to kiss Wolfwood as his hips start to rut against yours.

You can feel his desire building as he continues to move inside you, his pace quickening with each thrust. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, lost in the pleasure of his touch. As he kisses the man behind you deeply, you can't help but surrender to the overwhelming sensation of being squeezed between the two bodies of the large men. Your fingers dig into the tight flesh of Vash's sides. You close your eyes and let yourself be consumed by the bliss of the moment, feeling a sense of liberation and euphoria as you give in to the passion and desire that surround you. The warmth of their bodies against yours creates a sensation that is both exhilarating and intoxicating, making you feel alive in ways you never thought possible. You feel a rush of adrenaline as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment again. The symphony of their heartbeats and the heat radiating from their bodies envelop you in a cocoon of pure joy. One of Vash's hands moves to cup Wolfwood's cheek as he grunts with each thrust of his hips, kissing your insides with his hard and veiny cock. You feel powerful, as their desire and lust are what summoned you to this plane of existence and what will keep you here.

You mewl with each thrust as Vash fucks you hard, forgetting the world outside his little bubble of pleasure. Your cunt gushes with wetness, dripping the mix of your releases down your crack and onto the floor. Your body tingles from your breasts to your pussy, making your toes curl as you lean your head back, pressing it into Wolfwood's chest as he keeps you up for Vash like a toy. You let out another moan of pleasure, completely lost in the sensation.

"Free one of my hands up; you deserve the treat too," you hear behind you, the vibrations of his voice traveling through his chest into your body. You do not care what they do, as long as they continue to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. The anticipation of what's to come next sends shivers down your spine, heightening your senses and driving you to the brink of delight. Vash moves his fingers from Wolfwood's face to one of your legs, pressing it into the other man to keep you in place just as you are. The tanned man moves his newly freed hand to your core again, starting to stroke your cunt with slow, deliberate circles. You feel a rush of pleasure building within you, unable to control your moans of delight. Everything feels so intense and overwhelming—the cock fucking you senseless, the cold hand kneading your breast, the rough hand rubbing your pussy. As you start to squirm and buck against his movements, Wolfwood lets on until you calm down before starting again. That's until Vash's head leans back, and he lets out longer, more desperate moans of pleasure.

"Feel how tight her pussy gets, clamping down on you, begging for you to come inside her the same way I did." Wolfwood speaks as the fingers get more deliberate, focusing on the clit, teasing it until you can hold on no more, coming hard on the man rutting into you. He moans your name and grunts to join your noises of pleasure in a symphony of passion and release. He thrusts deeper and harder as his cum spills inside you. Your whole body shakes in their strong grasp; just as sweaty as theirs.

You're breathless and boneless as Vash pulls out. Your body spasms with pleasure, pussy pulsing with the aftershocks of joy and release. More liquid drips onto the floor as you catch your breath. Vash and Wolfwood release your legs; they tangle uselessly as the tan man's arm stays around your waist, holding you up. Vash catches your face, planting a kiss on your lips before taking you into his arms and laying you on the bed.

Both of the large men lay down on either side of you. Their sweaty bodies against yours as their fingers dance along your skin, planting occasional kisses on your body and your lips. What a great place to be summoned to! You sense a lot more pleasure and lust nearby, ready for you to enjoy and indulge in.

You can check out the Draconic Lust Masterlist for more info.

Did you like this and want more Trigun content? Go check out my MASTERLIST and drop a follow for any and all future projects!

[somethingsomethingwords]

Hello guys (gnc). Do any of you remember, or even care anymore, about these three bad boys? Yeah, this is the sequel. They are not really needed for you to understand this, but they do give context. As always, thanks to everyone who reads. Enjoy 💜

Ok, so maybe the distance thing wasn't as smart as initially thought.

It did give Lance the time to think clearly and the space to breathe. It also gave insomnia and the feeling of lack of warmth.

So, desperate times call for desperate measures. After that hellish race, 14 hours of travel and barely 36 of being in Canada, he was being driven to the airport, the sun already set and the lights on.

He was fidgeting with his phone, unlocking and relocking it, thinking about sending a quick message to the object of his thoughts.

Fernando had told him to let him know when he landed in Spain, but his thoughts were telling him it would have been a bother to the older man.

Logically, he knew he was going to Spain for the sole purpose of being with Nando, that Nando himself had invited him, but his brain stilled his hands.

So he took the time of the ride to calm himself.

A phone call wasn't exactly in his mind. Nando would have heard his distressed voice and the last thing Lance needed was to appear more pathetic than what he was already feeling.

So, after having passed the security line, he arrived at his gate. He still had half an hour before the flight, so he sat down, anonymous clothes and baseball cap firmly on his head, and started typing.

"hi, sorry if this is last minute, but I'm leaving Montreal, I'll be in Madrid in 12 hours"

Ok, that didn't sound horrible, nor too forward. Just informational enough. Good, safe.

Knowing Fernando, who was never apart for long from his phone, Lance expected him to answer in a few minutes.

When he stopped to think, he realised it was currently 2 in the morning in Spain.

Fuck, he'd already fucked up. He didn't want to wake up Fernando for something silly as his flight, but the thought of Fernando waking in the morning and finding his message and being exasperated, maybe even annoyed by it was just as bad.

He was spiralling so much that didn't notice both the ping from his phone and the last call for his flight. In fact he almost missed it, but was lucky enough to see the hostess almost closing it, and ran towards her, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

She took pity of his sorry state, and made him board anyway.

Lance was so stressed by the situation that he only really settled when the plane was already flying.

Only then he took his phone out of his pocket and saw the message notification.

This is a nightmare he thought, as he read the message Fernando had sent him not even five minutes after his own.

"u 📗 the ✈️ for Asturias?"

The emoji were hilarious and helped calm him down.

Fernando could be silly, but most importantly, he understood Lance. He understood him better than Esteban, than his sister and sometimes even better than himself. He knew how hard words could be for him, how a mix of shyness and anxiety could hold him back.

He knew, and still accepted it. Still accepted him.

Despite the altitude and the locked doors, it seemed like a kaleidoscope of butterflies had taken residence inside Lance's stomach.

With a smile on his face, a little bit redder than before, he let himself doze off at the thoughts of bright days and warm arms.

-

Lance used his stopover in Paris to buy some sweets and wine for Nando. His mother had taught him well, and he was already invading Fernando's house, he wasn't going to show up empty-handed.

After finding and sitting at his gate, he quickly unlocked his phone.

On the screen appeared a new notification for a message sent 6 hours prior.

"Lancito? U ok?"

He giggled at his nickname, and quickly responded.

"yeah,sorry,just completely fell asleep on the plane, I'm in Paris, one hour and I'll leave"

Not even 5 seconds later, the phone started ringing. Did this man even have the time to read his text?

He settled in his seat, a smile spreading on his face while he brought the phone to his ear.

"Hola Nando. ¿Cómo estás?"

"Ahora mejor. Buenos días Lancito. How was the flight?"

"I slept the whole time. How is your morning going?"

"Well, stayed up too late. But woke up with your message, so is all good"

Lance could feel his cheeks growing redder and hotter.

Before he could even begin to find a reply, his flight was called.

"Ok, so I'm boarding right now, and I'll land in Madrid and then I'll take the plane for Asturias. I'll see you at the airport?" He asked, praying to see the other man as soon as possible.

"Of course, cariño. I'll see you there"

They said their goodbyes, both dying from the necessity to be near each other.

-

Fernando had always been impatient. With a personality like his, and a job where speed was the most important requirement, nobody could fault him if he didn't like to wait.

What the years had taught him, though, was that sometimes, there are some things that are worth waiting for.

Like that damned 33.

Like a long hot shower after a busy day spent in the mountains, surrounded by snow.

Like Lance.

He could admit to himself that, after the Qatar incident, he had been slowly losing his mind.

Lance had been so vulnerable and honest, it had pained him to leave as if nothing happened. But he understood and respected Lance and his choices.

And most importantly, he knew that even if they didn't see each other during the two weeks break, they would still find each other.

So he spent the first 36 hours being restless, then scolding himself for being so impatient, and then getting lost in his thoughts of soft brown hair and even softer brown eyes.

The cycle was getting to him. He found himself sleeping only a few hours the previous night, and even then he was easily woken up by the sound of the wind passing through the branches of the trees outside his window.

So it wasn't a surprise, when the light vibration of his phone on his night stand roused him.

After managing to not blind himself, he smiled when he saw the sweet update from Lance.

After sending one massage and not being responded to, he sent another one.

He was now fully awake, going back and forth between his bedroom and the kitchen.

When he started calculating how long the trip would be to the Madrid airport, and simply go and pick up Lance, he realised he was becoming insufferable even to himself.

So he forced his body to stop and inhale a deep breath.

There were a million reasons why Lance wasn't answering him. It didn't mean he was ignoring him (he was literally coming to his home to... hang out and stuff, question mark) or something bad happened (unknowable, but no news channel had reported any plane crush; he had checked multiple times, in at least 4 different languages).

Lance was probably sleeping. A bit early if his timezones calculations were right, but at least in this way he could avoid being jetlagged and too tired later on.

Smart boy he thought to himself, fond and proud in equal measure.

Reassured by these thoughts, he finally went back to his bed, and enjoyed the rather few but at least restful hours, before being woken up again by his phone.

When he read the message, he put together that Lance must have landed for his stopover and was now free.

So he didn't waste any time, and thanking his quick reflexes, he pressed the call button.

Lance's voice was like honey for his ears. He sounded well rested and impatient to see him, and Fernando couldn't help but feel the same.

He couldn't wait to have Lance in his arms again.

-

The two successive flights passed in a blur of nervousness and impatience.

When he finally landed to the Asturias airport, he could feel the vibrations running through his body.

He waited anxiously for his luggage on the baggage carousel and took it with shaky hands.

He really should calm himself, but he just couldn't.

The Spanish man was ecstatic to see him. Lance had to control the urge to run to him.

Then he stepped out of the doors, and the first face that he saw, already staring in his direction, was Fernando's.

Oh, was the only thought in his mind, now still and placid like the sea in a calm day at the beach.

He walked at a normal pace, but allowed himself to engulf the shorter man in a long and heartfelt hug.

With every second, he could feel his body relaxing more and more, the nerves leaving him with only the gentle flutter of wings in his stomach.

He disentangled his arms, and really looked at the man in front of him. He seemed to shine with the power of a thousand suns, his smile blinding and his eyes warm. Lance couldn't look away, taking long seconds to enjoy the view and the presence of the other.

They stayed quiet, until Lance's stomach grumbled, evidently empty apart from the butterflies.

As Lance blushed slightly, Fernando grinned but held out his hand.

"Come, lunch is ready. Let's go home" he said, smiling gently.

"Yeah, let's go home"

[horusmenhosetix]

Getting home yesterday was hellish. I misunderstood my mum saying she would pick me up from the train station in my town with her picking me up from the airport. I complained about the 2 hour train journey before my flight because i couldn't face another two hours of travelling with no water left.

The whole day I got progressively more stressed trying to communicate with people with my limited phrases I'd almost memorised. I'm autistic and I was travelling on my own in a country I didn't know, my head hurts all the time, and the plane makes it hurt worse because of the pressure.

So i spend the plane ride thinking it's nearly over I can go home, it's a 30 min drive from the airport to my house. But when I get off the plane, after a painful journey after navigating the airport in a different language and getting so lost, and getting through the maze that is arrivals (it was much simpler in the country i went to so i didn't expect this stress and nearly cried) I realised my mum wasn't there and that I'd made yet another mistake I just became overwhelmed and cried.

A sweet teen girl approached me and asked me what was wrong and if she could help and even asked her parents which was so embarrassing because i could tell they were judging me but was sweet of her.

I then had to find the train stating which was poorly sign posted and underground with just an arrow pointing to the floor. And cried the entire two hour train journey home. Just from the pain and stress and self loathing. I've mistaken her saying she'd pick me up before and it happened agsin.

Then I finally get back home and my mum gets in a mood with me because she thinks I'm mad at her and gives me the silent treatment despite me sobbing in the seat next to her. She wouldn't comfort me at all.

Now my head hurts from crying yesterday but I'm finally home. i made so many mistakes travelling but I managed to get to the correct places so next time when I go for the surgery with my brother it should be slightly easier.

I just want to ask if this is a normal human reaction to your autistic child being slightly snappy to you after they've just pushed themselves to the brink of overstimulation travelling on their own, getting a plane for the first time on their own, navigating a foreign country with like three phrases of that language on their own, sobbing in the seat next to you.

[marveldcnerdys]

The Rise of the All-Rider: A New Kind of Hero in Marvel's Universe

Marvel Comics has introduced countless superheroes over the years, each with unique powers, histories, and legacies. Among these is the fascinating new incarnation known as “All-Rider,” an identity embraced by Johnny Blaze (the original Ghost Rider) and later by Robbie Reyes. The All-Rider represents a powerful blend of Ghost Rider's supernatural abilities with new cosmic potential, transforming the Rider from a spirit of vengeance into a nearly omnipotent, multidimensional hero. Let's explore the evolution, powers, and story arcs of the All-Rider and why this character has captured the imaginations of Marvel fans worldwide.

Origins of the Ghost Rider

To understand the All-Rider, it's essential to trace back to the Ghost Rider, the persona from which it evolved. The Ghost Rider's origin lies in a Faustian pact with the demon Zarathos, who grants him powers that turn him into a fiery spirit of vengeance. The first Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze, was introduced in *Marvel Spotlight* #5 (1972) by Roy Thomas, Gary Friedrich, and Mike Ploog. Blaze's story centers around his pact with the demon Mephisto to save his father's life, ultimately transforming him into a supernatural entity tasked with avenging the innocent.

Over the years, several characters have taken up the Ghost Rider mantle, each with their unique characteristics and powers. Robbie Reyes, who first appeared in *All-New Ghost Rider* #1 in 2014, brings a fresh twist to the character, driving a muscle car instead of a motorcycle and embodying a different style of vengeance. With a new host, Ghost Rider was redefined, particularly as Reyes' Ghost Rider found itself entangled with cosmic events and forces beyond Earth.

Evolution into All-Rider: Robbie Reyes' Cosmic Transformation

In the pages of *Avengers* (2018 series) by Jason Aaron and Ed McGuinness, Robbie Reyes’ Ghost Rider experiences a transformation unlike any previous Ghost Rider. During an encounter with the cosmic entity known as the Celestials and after facing threats like the Dark Celestials, Robbie's Ghost Rider powers are put to a cosmic test. As the series progresses, Robbie is drawn into conflicts that require powers far beyond the usual capabilities of a Ghost Rider, leading to his evolution into a new identity: the All-Rider.

The All-Rider identity represents a breakthrough in Ghost Rider lore. Rather than being bound solely to the earthly realm of vengeance and demonic power, Robbie's Ghost Rider taps into cosmic energies. This grants him abilities to summon vehicles and ride across dimensions, including space and time, effectively elevating him to a level of cosmic entity. This transformation is not merely a power upgrade; it expands the Ghost Rider’s purpose, pushing it beyond revenge to encompass protection and intervention on a universal scale.

Powers and Abilities of the All-Rider

The All-Rider title comes with extraordinary abilities that transcend the original powers of the Ghost Rider. These powers mark the All-Rider as one of Marvel's most versatile and potent heroes.

1. Multiversal Travel: Unlike the traditional Ghost Rider, who operates mainly on Earth and the spiritual plane, the All-Rider has the ability to travel across dimensions, making him a multiversal entity. This capability allows Robbie to access different timelines and universes, making him a vital player in cosmic conflicts.

2. Vehicle Manifestation: A signature of the All-Rider is the ability to create or modify any mode of transport with his powers. While Robbie Reyes' Ghost Rider originally drove a hellish muscle car, the All-Rider can transform or summon any vehicle he needs, be it spaceships, boats, motorcycles, or even cosmic constructs. Each vehicle bears the characteristic “hellfire” of the Ghost Rider, symbolizing his command over these vessels.

3. Enhanced Physical Strength and Durability: The All-Rider possesses superhuman strength far surpassing previous Ghost Riders, allowing him to take on immensely powerful beings. His durability is similarly augmented, making him resistant to many forms of physical, energy, and magical attacks.

4. Hellfire Manipulation: True to the Ghost Rider legacy, the All-Rider can manipulate hellfire, an ethereal flame that burns not only the flesh but the soul. As the All-Rider, this power is amplified to a cosmic level, allowing Robbie to harness hellfire across vast distances and infuse it with cosmic energies, making it deadlier and more potent.

5. Expanded Penance Stare: The All-Rider’s penance stare, traditionally a weapon of soul-penetrating judgment, gains even greater potency in this form. He can now project the pain of an entire universe onto a target, causing immense psychological damage. The All-Rider’s penance stare could affect beings of high power and has a broader impact than previous incarnations, now capable of affecting cosmic-level entities.

All-Rider in Marvel's Storylines

The All-Rider concept gains significant traction in Marvel’s *Avengers* (2018 series), where Robbie Reyes' journey takes him into the heart of intergalactic and interdimensional battles. He faces the Dark Celestials, ancient cosmic beings that serve as the prime antagonists early in the series. Robbie’s All-Rider form proves to be a crucial asset in these battles, helping the Avengers ward off threats beyond their traditional capabilities.

The character's transformation into the All-Rider reaches a critical point when he confronts the God Quarry, a mystical realm where god-like beings test and store their powers. The God Quarry provides Robbie with a deeper understanding of his powers, revealing the cosmic potential within him. These experiences further establish the All-Rider as a character that transcends mere vengeance and embodies justice across cosmic scales, aligning him with universal heroes like the Silver Surfer and Adam Warlock.

In the latter issues of *Avengers*, Robbie's All-Rider is thrust into a climactic battle against Mephisto and a multiversal army of Ghost Riders. Here, the All-Rider becomes a symbol of resistance against demonic forces that seek to control the multiverse. His power not only helps him resist Mephisto’s machinations but also inspires other Ghost Riders to rally against darkness, showcasing the All-Rider as a unifying force.

Symbolism and Cultural Impact of the All-Rider

The All-Rider marks a new direction for the Ghost Rider legacy and serves as a symbol of Marvel’s evolving storytelling. Traditionally, Ghost Rider has been portrayed as a solitary figure whose mission is to punish wrongdoers and seek vengeance. In contrast, the All-Rider signifies a broader, more inclusive form of heroism. The transformation of Robbie Reyes into the All-Rider represents a fusion of earthly and cosmic justice, showing that heroes can evolve to tackle greater responsibilities and embrace new forms of justice.

This evolution also highlights Marvel’s willingness to blend mythologies, integrating ghostly folklore with cosmic narratives. Robbie’s journey from a street-level hero avenging the wronged to a multiversal champion of cosmic justice exemplifies the flexibility and depth of Marvel's character development. The All-Rider resonates with readers as a character who defies limitations, offering a new kind of hero for a universe that is continually expanding and becoming more complex.

In terms of cultural impact, the All-Rider brings a fresh perspective on heroism and power. Robbie Reyes, a Hispanic character, embodies diversity in Marvel’s lineup, and his transformation into a cosmic figure broadens the representation of minority heroes in the superhero genre. Through the All-Rider, Marvel fans are introduced to a powerful Latinx hero who tackles cosmic threats and stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the likes of Thor and Captain Marvel.

The Future of the All-Rider

The All-Rider’s future in the Marvel Universe holds endless possibilities. Given the character's versatility, he could be integrated into various teams, storylines, and even crossovers involving the multiverse and cosmic beings. His unique powers make him suitable for storylines dealing with time travel, parallel dimensions, and existential threats to the multiverse. Fans have speculated that the All-Rider could play a significant role in upcoming Marvel events involving the multiverse, or potentially even as a bridge between mystical and cosmic realms in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU).

Marvel’s storytelling has consistently expanded its cosmic universe, introducing entities like the Celestials, Galactus, and the Phoenix Force. The All-Rider's inclusion in this cosmic tapestry strengthens Marvel's potential for diverse narratives and innovative crossovers. The character also presents a compelling subject for standalone series or even cinematic adaptations, offering viewers a hero who encapsulates both the supernatural and cosmic dimensions of Marvel's mythos.

Conclusion

The All-Rider is more than a new title; it’s an evolution of the Ghost Rider mythos and a testament to Marvel's storytelling innovation. Through Robbie Reyes, Marvel has successfully redefined Ghost Rider, making him relevant in a world that now spans multiple universes, dimensions, and cosmic threats. The All-Rider combines the spirit of vengeance with a broader sense of duty and justice, standing as a beacon of heroism in a universe teeming with powerful threats.

This character has captured the imagination of fans, not just because of his extraordinary powers, but also because he embodies the potential of every hero to transcend their origins and take on new forms of justice. The All-Rider’s story, like Marvel itself, is always evolving, showing readers that heroes are bound only by their courage and willingness to confront new frontiers.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

character sheet

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

Tagged by: @uppance ♡ Tagging: @weldlune @aquatic-hybrid @legendscried (your pick!) @bells-of-black-sunday (i know you have tarhos rot still) @thegoldentigress @songofsilentechoes @cwarscars @wolvensden

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬

FULL NAME. Robin A. Baudelaire NICKNAME. The White Fox of Zaun, Birdie, Songbird (I was killed with this one) GENDER. Cisgender Male HEIGHT.  5' 7'' or 172cm AGE. approx. Physically 25, mentally 27 years. ZODIAC. Cancer. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  Common Ionian, English, Whatever they speak in Zaun/Piltover

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

HAIR COLOR. Short and fluffy, soft to the touch, and warm white in color with curls EYE COLOR. Olive Green with milky cataracts BODY TYPE. Lithe, slim waist and wider shoulders. VOICE. has an immensely disarming voice, words are honeyed and his tone is gentle, a lilty and almost melodic quality. a mildly low tenor DOMINANT HAND. ambidextrous. POSTURE. straight with a hand usually resting on his satchel or fiddling with herbs SCARS. Permanent eye bruising, 3 stab wounds in his ribs, one in his back, a cut lip, a thick white scar around his neck that he covers with his collar. TATTOOS. none. BIRTHMARKS. none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Wide, unblinking eyes, agape mouth, sparkling earring, and large hat. Wintry hair with a beauty mark on his right cheek.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

PLACE OF BIRTH. Zaun: Entresol Level HOMETOWN. Zaun: Entresol Level SIBLINGS. Wren and Linnet Baudelaire PARENTS. Bran and Palila Baudelaire

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

OCCUPATION. doctor in Sett's pit, wandering healer, was a hermit- CURRENT RESIDENCE. Ionia, Piltover in some verses CLOSE FRIENDS. @aquatic-hybrid @songofsilentechoes @agonizedembrace @windchaser (in modern) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. 3 ships in different verses, none of them are very good people but-- Canonically, single. FINANCIAL STATUS. MORE POOR THAN DIRT. (at least until Sett hires him, then he's comfortable) DRIVER’S LICENSE. He can ride a horse if that counts. CRIMINAL RECORD. And many more... VICES. Covetousness, he has a temper in regards to his work

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Demiromantic, Demisexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. Non-existent when he isn't with someone, moderate-high when he's with someone TURN ON’S. kissing/whispering in his ears, general dirty talk if its done in a sweet tone, UP CLOSE EYE CONTACT, compliments & petnames, teasing questions meant to embarrass, pulling gloves taut, pulling up a shirt to wipe sweat, playful humiliation TURN OFF’S. Poor Communication, anything involving bodily secretions that isn't the..usual fluid, being too rough and too serious, over-dominance, blatant humiliation LOVE LANGUAGE. Giving: acts of service, quality time. Receiving: physical touch, quality time. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. An extremely loyal lover, he only gets with people he thinks he will seriously have a chance at marrying and spending his life with. A bit romantically possessive, but extremely far from abusive. He loves providing and is very outwardly romantic, will cook and bring his lover lunch while they're at work if he has off. Makes it apparent to support and compliment his lover often, and keep up with their hobbies/work--he loves what makes them happy.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. currently: Chasing it Down--Mother Mother HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. sewing, writing/documenting flora in his location, gardening if he's stagnant, he's not done necromancy in a long time...not since he brought a fawn into the world. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left. PHOBIAS. dying (again), that black hellish plane where he went when he first passed, very tall/burly/domineering men SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. A little below average, high when it comes to his work VULNERABILITIES. Too many to list, any mention of what happened to him and his failures in life, what he's become. What he loves is what can get to him.

[horizoneffect]

(dnd setting idea I had and couldn't not write an overview for)

"The afterworld is a big place. Well, the word "afterworld" is a misnomer. It's called the Beyond, and it's less one world, more a patchwork of worlds. Gods, powerful fey and fiends, unknowable eldritch beings, and all sorts of extraordinarily powerful entities have stitched together the vacuous reaches of the Beyond with demiplanes of their own making, populated by the souls of mortals who have passed on.

"It's a popular myth among the mortal sort that travel to the Beyond is instant, almost automatic, free from frustration, nuisance or pain. That couldn't be less true. When a mortal dies and its soul becomes untethered from its body, sure, sometimes it will automatically be whisked away to its proper afterlife. Some gods reward their true believers with chartered air-carriages to their private villas in the clouds. People who have made pacts with devils get pressed onto the black prison-ships of the lower planes and are made to swab the deck. But loose souls, souls who are unclaimed by any of the powers that be, get sent…

"to me. Me and my train, the Twilight Express. Any soul, any race, any final resting place. Anyone with a ticket, me and my crew'll take you to where you need to go. But not for free.

"When you mortals finally give up the ghost, death is but an instant, and then you'll find yourself in Nowhere, the City of Horizons. Loud and noisy, filled with the clamor of countless shopkeepers searching for souls to sell to. What are they selling, you ask? Tickets -- tickets to the afterlife. Their own precious little part of the afterlife, that is.

"Some of them will give you a ticket for free. I say don't listen to them -- it's a scam, unless you were really someone in life, and then everyone will be after your soul. Some will offer you a ticket to their afterlife if you promise to serve their god, or entertain their legions of souls, or work in their manor's kitchen, or accomplish some heroic task in one of the countless planes. You need a ticket to ride the train, though, and the merchants in Nowhere know. Picture the gleeful servant of some pit fiend, offering you passage to the Lava Pits of Czsnerzbeogh, if only you'll work for their master for twenty thousand years of eternity… But if they're offering a ticket, take it. Believe me. You don't want to be stuck in Nowhere without a ticket. The most hellish tortures are preferable to the unconscionable horrors the City of Horizons can unveil, horrors that make even me shudder… And you really don't want to be stuck in Nowhere after the train leaves… and it gets dark.

"Once you're on the train, though, watch your back. Regardless of destination, every soul gets the same ride. Scary as some of the particularly damned souls may be, don't panic: it's a really bad idea to cross our security. They're the finest forces in the infinity of the planes, making sure every soul only gets off where their ticket says they can, and keeping out the freeloaders and the riffraff. Out the window you'll be awed by the full grandeur of the Beyond: the breathtaking spires of the Green Palm Palaces, the bleak austerity of the Xulo Nara Lava Oceans, the quixotic unreality of the Thousand Lotus Fields… And between the afterworlds, the expanses of the Great Grey West, where lone fey rangers camp by lone fires, where packs of crest-wolves and fractal-horn deer stampede across the landscape… It'll make you feel alive again. So to speak.

"As soon as you make it to your stop on the Twilight Express, you'll get off, and then you get to enjoy your afterlife, whatever that may be. You might even be allowed to travel around the Beyond and explore other afterlives, or you can stay put and be content with a nice, quiet undeath. But things are always changing in the Beyond. We're always laying down new railways, paving into the west… There are those who wish to escape their assigned afterlife and wreak havoc across the planes… And there are those who wish to conquer the Beyond and the world of the mortal planes, along with those who wish to keep the Beyond ever wild…

"Don't be a stranger, mortal. Be courageous, be cautious, and always watch your back.

Talk to you soon.

- Death The Renowned Sir R. "Death" Nevermore Proprietor and Conductor of the Twilight Express

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 150: Tuesday May 30, 2023 - “Ramblin Boy”

It was after midnight when we all pulled in to the Finca, having used every single minute of the long weekend, out there on the run.  All three of us were sideways because of it.  It sure took a lot of effort, but it was a very memorable run.  The next 24 hours would be about resetting, unpacking, and reflecting.  I so enjoy going back through all the photos after a weekend haul like this, remembering and sharing with Mama all the little stories that get swept up in the excitement of the days:

Williams love for up-er-downs and escalators and showing Mama in Milwaukee how he’d learn to ride the escalator all on his own.

That awesome afternoon nap with the Cardinals on the Tv from Ballpark village, having finally made the overnight here after so many bonked attempts.

Seeing Ben and Eve at the Bottleworks - the fourth time Ben has seen William before he turned 2 earns that special distinction that William reminds us of - its “Uncle Ben”. Bacon Wrapped Hot Dogs always help the sentiment.

The look on Williams face when he saw that train coming out of the tunnel to pick us up and blowing its whistle.

The hellish first flight where after we got up at 330am, William decided not to sleep at all on the whole 3.5 hours to Milwaukee and wiggled the whole entire way.  The dad next to me told me I did a good job.

Sunday brunch at Hammerstones where I got a new mug, and made William think he’d have to eat that whole slinger on his own....  oh yea! That must be why I had such bad heartburn!

3 more runs going through TSA with a toddler on my own - I definitely level up every single time.  I’ve always taken pride in how efficiently I can go through security, like its some kind of itinerant cowboy merit badge - but you’ve not done it, until you’ve done it with a stroller, diaper bag, and baby.  Luckily William is a worthy teammate - we’re growing in our shared chops for what needs to get done to get us to where we need to go.   I hope he keeps being so easy in airports.

Speaking of airports - oh man Mama. Did you see all that construction at Lambert and all those excavators and trucks lined up on the runway.  You would’ve noticed if you were on our plane as William was glued to the window screaming DADDDDYYYYY! LOOK!  over and over and over again.   Geeze this boy gets enthusiastic for trucks. I turned to the person next to me - “at least he’s not crying!”

The Pub in the overnight in Milwaukee had those old school wooden booths and crayons and coloring though what William really wanted to do was run around outside and pound on the windows at the people looking in.  He got these little corndogs, but really all he wanted to eat was the cup of Ranch.  He sure got a lot of play in Milwaukee.  Looking back over all the pictures I took of him at the play area at the Brewers game were my favorite from the weekend.

And oh that view we had in our hotel in St Louis, looking down on the old courthouse, where we could see half the arch.  After we got William to bed, we turned out the lights and pulled up chairs to the window, had drinks and enjoyed our place in this space.  Special time. Special place.

On the go for three days straight takes a toll, and burns a lot of steam.   Wow was I tired today. But going back through and remembering all these little things and little stories and bits and pieces is replenishing.  He’s a good little traveller and while we filled his memory bank with a lot of signature experiences, its the little things that filled the gaps that are really what it was all about for me.

Song: Ellie Holcomb feat Bear Rinehart - Sweet Ever After

Quote:  "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime." ~Mark Twain

[faunagrotesque]

Msg me if you want to play Yu-Gi-Oh duel links or send me money so I can get my phone replaced, it has a cracked screen. The city of Tulsa is using the homeless as guinea pigs for psychological experiments, I know because I've been apart of it for a year and it gets worse the more I talk about it. My phones are always being monitored I know because I purposely do things to prove it every day. The idea is to chew people and spit them out, milk them for what they're worth for mindfuckery and just let the problems take care of themselves (either they die or go to prison before they can expose the largescale inhumane psychological experimention that's designed to be unbelievable in the first place so normie wagecucks will think you're crazy for talking about it anyway) Anyway it's fucking excruciatingly terrible and exhausting and I am accepting donations or helicopter rides out of here before it all explodes because this city is on the tipping point of civil war and I'm purposely forcing the world government to either disappear me or leave me alone after giving me free housing and a monthly check of at least a thousand dollars, by the way QuikTrip is also involved in the downtown Tulsa psychic war that I'm both a pawn and a king in, and I know when and why birds are going to make different sounds because I learned how to communicate with them a few months ago while I was high on dxm and meth, also I know when a vehicle blocks away is going to make different sounds and why because I discovered that cities are living organisms you can communicate with after a witch injected me with a bunch of meth which is one of the reasons I'm being gangstalked and experimented on by bad actors, I'm too powerful and I talk about my powers and teach people about what's going on in Tulsa and afaik the rest of the world. Anyway I tapped into the rhythm of the universe after smoking an eight ball and now I know how to program birds and communicate with sign posts and sewer grates, by the way don't go to church because they are all run by satanic spiritual vampires and we are all really living in a hellish world being demolished on the spiritual plane by demonic forces; the physical plane is an illusion crafted by the demiurge and the world is under the control of Satan who by the way is responsible for the death of not only christ but any human or life on earth that threatens his rule, it's all part of a larger human extinction eugenics plan that I don't even have to explain because it's all gotten so ridiculous to the point that local news channels can just run commercials for a testosterone boosting supplement called eugenics with an all white rich suburbanite cast and no one questions it. By the way global warming has been intentional this entire time; it turns out that when you stick a piece of metal in a furnace it absorbs and reflects the heat (it's a car analogy; when you cover the whole world in concrete and fill that world with chunks of metal which you can call cars, the entire world becomes a convection oven and then all the ice caps melt after the oceans boil) I know and can mime what people are going to say even with my back turned to them, this extends to music I've never heard before and live tv broadcasts. I had alien knowledge downloaded to my brain while high on acid and I have uploaded my consciousness to the power grid while high on dxm and nitrous oxide. Drugs are illegal because they allow people to supercharge their brains and realize modes of perception that make them ungovernable. The world is run by evil masonic demons who use witchcraft to trick people into thinking a good day is having money in your pocket while the earth is completely devoid of nutrients and there's cancer in the air. The world is run from the top down by ai and the electrical grid is run by people who are all either retarded or evil or both. I know how to make a car two blocks away go beep beep whenever I feel like it and I know that ai is accelerating to the point that the world can be programmed in realtime like it's a video game

[adventurelog]

The hellriders crypt

Dear impish reader, last we left off RL, me and Layla were on the way to the hellrider's crypt on the hunt for Zariels sword. The area surrounding this crypt can only be described as unsetteling. Set into this barren hil are two monoliths holding a gigantic set of doors with a huge set of stairs made of polished onyx lead. Leading up to the stairs dozends of knights kneel motionless but looking as though they might get up and attack at any time. When Neema inspected them closer she saw that these knights were bizzarre statues made from humans as the armours only contained bones. Leaving the knights behind us with a strange feeling we made our way down the stairs and to the doors which had a huge relief depicting a knight locked in battle with a devil, both blades ablaze. Dear boney reader, had there beem any doubt about us being in the right place, here we had out confirmation that this was indeed the crypt of the hellriders. The hellriders battlecry "for glory" opened the double doors by some mysterious spell. The wizard in the weird tower told us this in one of his tales. Now we were beyond the doors and the exploration of this final resting place of such brave souls filled us with a mix of sadness and tension.

Below the description of our exploration of this crypts i hvae added a map for your better understanding of this space dear simple reader, to make it easier to follow this work. The first chamber contained Urns with various noble symbols of the city of Elturel and ceremonial weapons on the walls. Ashe dectected that the urns were not empty but contained a presence of the poor souls trapped down here. Talking to the ghosts revealed that the oath they once swore to Zariel now bound them here. Odwin and Dashiel, the two fallen warriors pointed us into the direction of Zariels most trusted loyal knights who should be aware of her actions more in depth. Olanthius, a knight of death who was killed and cursed by Zariel now haunts this plane in self loathing agony. The next chamber holds more urns upon which we discover steles with names, binding the ghosts to this eternal not-so-resting place. A wall mural depicts an angelic creature riding atop a celestial mammoth. Leading away from this chamber is a secret door with a small cramped room containing journals, a writing table and a bed. My companions read the journals and collect them in their library (a habit that seems a little strange to me, dear sticky fingered reader). The journals do contain more information about Zariels most loyals. Olanthius blames himslef for what happened with ariel and hopes to rectify the situatuion, while others were always plotting to bring out the dark side she always seemed to hide. The four hell riders Haruman, Olanthiusl Yael and Jandar sunspire are mentioned. Haruman seems to be still supporting his now hellish mistress, and while he and Olanthius are both looking for the sword it seems tha they are working with exact opposite goals.

After the journals are safely packed away we make our way to the next chmaber where we find sarcophagi and urns adorned with iron roses. Ashe dects something magical coming from one of them and fishes for an amulett he sensed. Sadly this amulett was attached to a mummy and a battle enues during which our dear Neema is gravely injured and almost succumbs to the mummys curse. But she recovers and we take a break in the small secret chamber.

More or less refreshed we continue our way through these strage spces until we discover another room with urns and ghosts. Away from this room we find anoher secret room which contains nothing but mist and sheets of paper with names written in blood. They turn out to be the names of the eslaved knights. Burning them sets these unfortunate sounls free and we continue with the feeling of having accomplished a good thing. moving on to the next chamber we hear the clanking of someone closing in on us in armour. Carefully nearing thesound we find the death knight Olanthius and strike up a deal with him, since he sees good in us and we freed the trapped suls and promise to restore Zariel to celestial glory. He reveals that Yael hid the blade we searched for and Jandar knows where said blade is. He also tells us that Jandar is currently at the top opf harumans hill and we are to free him and release him from suffering. So we have our next goal: Harumans hill

Curyns expert skills lead us to said hill wehre we percieve iron trees along the path winding upwards towards the hilltop upon which the biggest tree sits. Sneaking up we see that each iron tree holds a plate with the name and "crime" of the person being tortured by the tree. Small stirges (nastly little critter which I hope dear bloody reader you will not encounter during your life) are swarming around sucking blood from the people in the trees and gathering atop the hill. The top of the hill holds the biggest tree with a blode, pale elf like looking creature in it. Ashe communicates with him (telepahtically, I always flinch when he does it to me) and then we reveal ourselves. He is obviously not re4ally alive anymore but a creature of the night (aka vampire). Jandar stil promises to help us, if we help him in return. So he reveals the location of the bleeding cital, where the sword lies. and Curyn expertly takes him down from the tree. Disturbing the tree summons haruman and now everyone is locked in battle with him while Curyn places a struggling Jandar in our cells. Jandar being a vampire, charms Curyn and drinks her blood while the others try to fight against an angered Haruman and his nightmare. Now this is where I leave you dear frightened reader, as the battle is still raging on.

Until we read again, the spiked one

[dandeyrain]

spring is hard for me despite being my favourite season, and the past 4 weeks or so have just been particularly hellish so i've been Going Thru It for a while now. also on my plane ride back from the funeral that contributed to said hellishness i became so sick and panicked that i passed out. but since then i've felt like...better and freer than i have in like three months so i guess if thats how my body decided to expel a season's worth of stress all at once i'll take it

[soir-rouges-esprit]

#v11: Sadness Setup, The road is indeed rocky, and without a doubt hellish... But as Pride, had given me back a key core to whom I was before, the low chasms and high mountains now seem to be only creeks and hills... as they should have been all along... as I was pulled from the ocean, I was practically clothesless apart for some tattered shorts... but after Prides talk I felt as if my feet had hurt less than before... I peered down at my feet and noticed I could not see the blisters any longer... in fact, I couldn't see my feet in their entirety, no, instead I saw what looked like leather paratrooper boots that ride just below the calf... although I definitely look like a spoon burner with such boots and ragged old shorts... I will not remove the boots for never again will I walk with the pain I had before, never again will my road be so steep and treacherous... So I removed the shorts... better to have fashionable feet wear that are also quite functional and show gods gifted goods... than to have my addiction be misidentified... although now I'd be weary to walk into any bushes... either way, now, with my self-value back in check it was time to continue on the path of most resistance... down a dreadful avenue... to a not so happy house... on memory lane... a place not only I tried to forget myself through penance born of fire, but also the Deformities tried to blast off the brain plane with the Cazbiums mighty guns, with failure of course... But it is finally, after everything I had been through and the walls I had put up in protection of not outside sources but to keep myself within, in an attempt to stop me from escaping to run into such a terrible place again... to go meet the judgment and sentencing brought about by a jury of Phantom Peers. It would not be long. It was close. The place where pink tears fall from ancient giants... the place where I'd be reunited with the feelings of the lost and deeply loved... Aurora.

[itto-kabuto]

5 with kaeya, itto, scaramouche >:3c

this such a hellish combination thank u thurs

six hour road trip: definitely choosing itto for this one but i’m the driver because i don’t think he has a good idea of maintaining speed and would get us pulled over. he’s gonna be the new car stereo because i think he could probably talk about a single rock he saw on the road for like twenty minutes

six hour plane ride: choosing kaeya for this one because i’d be too nervous to make a move and the fact that we’re on an airplane just gives me an excuse not to talk to him. on the bright side i can just watch him from my peripheral vision and just fantasize about me accidentally spilling my pack of peanuts on to him like the world’s worst shoujo story

six hour train ride: scaramouche because if we talked to each other we would just want to fight the entire time. pitting two angry short people together isn’t a good thing. one of us will come out crying and even tho realistically it would probably be me i’m still gonna pretend i wouldn’t 

[spaceskam]

retrouvailles

Summary: Kyle and Michael pick Alex up at the airport.

Tags: reunions, post season 2, fluff, POV Kyle Valenti

for @caitlesshea !! happy birthday, I hope you enjoy it!

ao3

“What if I set off a sensor or something?”

Kyle stopped, pulling Michael to a stop with a firm grip on his arm. Michael looked at him with wide eyes as if he didn’t understand why he stopped him.

“Do you have something on you that’ll set off a sensor?” Kyle asked. 

“No, but what if, like, my organs do it?” Michael said. Kyle let go of him and sighed.

“Isobel has been on a plane before and she was fine,” Kyle said, walking through the entrance of the airport, “Besides, I’ve done a lot of tests and as far as I can tell, none of you have any metal that’ll set off metal detectors in your blood. You’re fine.”

“Okay,” Michael said, taking a deep breath before following.

They walked further into the building, Michael trailing him and very clearly uncomfortable. Which. Fair. The only reason Kyle was even here was because Michael was very clearly uncomfortable with this whole thing trip. Kyle was just kind enough to be his friend through it‒and also because Alex asked him to.

Twenty-eight days ago, Alex had to leave for some special secret military thing that he couldn’t talk about for special secret military reasons, but he promised it wasn’t a full deployment. It was just a short, month long trip because he was needed at the US embassy in Qatar. No explanation further than that, but, from Kyle’s research, it didn’t seem to be the worst place to travel, so he tried not to stress. Maybe he was training someone. Or something.

That didn’t stop Michael from being an absolutely hellish person to be around since Alex was gone. They’d apparently just got on good terms, a romantic prelude of sorts, when Alex found out he had to go and politely asked Kyle to keep an eye on Michael. They’d been speaking and Michael was staying sober and busy, but Michael was keeping busy by annoying the shit out of everyone else. Kyle was thankful Michael would have someone else to call at 3AM when he had some sort of scientific breakthrough and needed someone stat. Liz had started turning her phone off, but Kyle felt too guilty to do so.

“How many people a year go missing in airports?” Michael asked as they headed towards the waiting area. They didn’t have to go through any metal detectors to wait out here and so that seemed like the safest place to be, all things considered.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, I feel like a prime target here. There’s so many fucking cops and military people. How many people do you think go missing from airports that aren’t even reported because they’re just kidnapped by the cops and the military?” Michael asked. Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Your boyfriend is in the military and your brother is a cop,” Kyle said slowly.

“Yeah, exactly how I know how fucked up it can be. And I’m‒you know. They could have heat sensors on me and know, ” Michael said. Kyle resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew Michael was just exaggerating as a way to release actual tension. He was nervous. But Alex was almost here and he was going to take over soon enough.

“It’s fine. Anyone tries to take you and Alex will literally kill them, just relax,” Kyle said. Michael furrowed his eyebrows and frowned like he was annoyed that he wasn’t being indulged which, to Kyle, meant Alex had been doing a great job at talking to him despite the miles between them.

Michael tapped his foot as they sat and watched the screen that displayed projected landing and take off times. Alex’s was on time, thankfully, and he should be landing any minute. Then Kyle wouldn’t have to babysit anymore.

“This is the sixth time Alex has come home and this is the first time I’m here to meet him at the airport,” Michael said. Kyle blinked and looked over at him, almost shocked with the honesty. More than almost. That being said, he kept his mouth shut and listened. “That’s a lot of times, you know?”

“I mean, yeah, but you’re here now. You guys were at a different place then,” Kyle tried. Michael took a deep breath and looked up. “Look, you’re just stressing yourself out because you’re nervous.”

“I don’t think I should’ve come. I don’t think he wants me here.”

“What? How the hell did you draw that conclusion?” Kyle asked, trying not to be too harsh about it. If there was one thing he learned from Michael and Alex, it’s that they were both fucking impossible. “Didn’t he say he wanted you here?”

“No,” Michael said, “He said I could come if I wanted, but no pressure. Sounds like he doesn’t want me here.”

Kyle’s eyes drifted to the monitor and saw Alex’s flight had turned green to announce that it’d landed. He just had to hold Michael out for a few more minutes and then Alex could do whatever Alex did to de-escalate his brain.

“I think he does want you here and he’s just so busy feeling the exact way you’re feeling to tell you that,” Kyle pointed out. Michael shrugged and stared at the screen that displayed all the plane landing times. His hands tightened where they rested over his knees. “Look, Alex is getting better with telling you what he wants, but no one is perfect and no one can heal super fast. He wants you here. It’s been a long time.”

“He’s been gone longer.”

“Yeah, he has. But something tells me this time is a little different,” Kyle said.

That something was Alex himself who Kyle imagined to be spinning around in an office chair as he waxed poetic about how good things were going between them. Better than ever before, namely because they were actually speaking while he was gone and they’d gotten a proper goodbye instead of Alex fleeing into the night while he was asleep. They had spoken about how, when Alex got back, they were going to start dating. They were going to be the annoying couple that is concerningly attached at the hip.

And, honestly, Kyle couldn’t fucking wait.

“What if he’s changed his mind?” Michael wondered.

“Then, knowing Alex, he’ll be honest and tell you to your face.”

Michael, groaning, sunk into the chair even further. Kyle rolled his eyes and reached over to pat him on the shoulder. He knew it was just pent up emotions. Alex would be walking out any moment now and all of his fears would be gone. He almost felt bad that Alex was by himself because he was probably going through the same mini freak out.

One day, hopefully, there wouldn’t be any hesitancy and he’d get to gag freely as they excitedly mauled each other in the middle of an airport. One day.

Time passed slowly as they waited for Alex to appear. Occasionally, Michael would say something off the wall, just to get some sort of reaction or response, and Kyle would entertain him and tug him back to reality. All things considered, this was the same version of him that called people at ridiculous times of day and night, just a little more anxiety-induced (as if that version wasn’t already anxiety-induced). Nothing Kyle couldn’t handle.

Something Alex would probably enjoy handling.

They had lapsed into silence for only a few seconds whenever a throat was cleared behind them. Kyle very casually looked over his shoulder while Michael quickly jumped up and turned to face him as if he’d just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Kyle almost rolled his eyes, but he was too busy being thankful that Alex was stood there.

He looked tired, but he was in civvies and had his bag already and his hair was starting to grow out a bit again. His eyes were trained on Michael, clearly waiting with baited breath to see what to do now that they were face to face again after a month apart. Kyle would’ve felt like he was intruding if the situation was any different. But they were still figuring it out and they were both a little anxious and they definitely needed some kind of crutch. Kyle was happy to be it.

“Hey,” Kyle said, speaking first.

“Hi,” Alex said, glancing over at Kyle and giving him a nod with a smile before looking back to Michael.

“Hey,” Michael jumped in, his fists clenching and unclenching like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands before deciding to shove them in his pocket because he had nothing better to do. “Um, how was your flight?”

“Fine. Long. Had a layover in Dallas, lasted too long. Got coffee though,” Alex said, shrugging and smiling at him, “How was the ride here? Where’d you guys park?”

“Not too far,” Michael said quickly, “Waited to get an up close parking spot so you didn’t have to walk too far. I figured it’d be uncomfortable since you’ve had your prosthetic on the whole flight and stuff.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex said.

“Good to see you back,” Kyle said to spark more conversation. As soon as they just got a good hug out, they could just go to the car and leave and then Michael could drop them off at Alex’s house and they could do whatever they did in private with Kyle having done his job.

“Yeah, it’s good to be back. I like the work, it’s just challenging enough, but it’s good to be, uh, home, I guess,” Alex told him, though the word sounded a bit unsure as if he had a different word in mind.

“I bet.”

“Hey, um, I watered your plants,” Michael jumped in, still looking a little out of sorts. Alex smiled wider. “None of them died.”

“Thank you,” Alex said sincerely. Michael smiled.

Then they just stood there awkwardly like two teenagers before a dance. Kyle felt like he was supposed to shove them together to take pictures. Instead of doing that, he kicked Michael’s shin and gave him a look whenever Michael turned his head to him with a glare. His jaw clenched and he took a deep breath before looking back at Alex. 

“I missed you,” Michael said slowly as if it was rehearsed and practiced. Kyle had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he looked away, giving them some semblance of privacy. “Like. A lot.”

“I missed you too,” Alex said, “And I was thinking that maybe we could‒”

And then Alex’s voice was muffled and, when Kyle looked over, they were very occupied with each other’s lips. Kyle huffed a laugh and pushed himself onto his feet and decided saying ‘ finally’ would ruin the mood.

“I’ll wait at the car, don’t stay too long or you might get security called on you,” he told them. Alex pulled out of the kiss long enough to laugh. His hands gripped Michael’s biceps and he squeezed.

“Come on, let’s just go home so we don’t have to stop again,” Alex said. Kyle scrunched up his nose, but he decided not to say anything more.

The drive home was pretty casual. Michael drove (for an alien, he was way too susceptible to car sickness) and Kyle rendered the passenger seat to Alex who shared the stories he could from his time in Qatar. He had developed a software for their embassay’s security a few years prior and they needed some updates as well as training their IT team how to work the updates, he’d said, and it gave him an opportunity to freshen up his Arabic. He’d spent most of his days at a computer.

If Michael and Alex held hands the whole time and bounced back and forth between who’s lap they belonged to, Kyle said nothing.

When they got to Alex’s, Kyle gave him a hug and they promised to go get lunch the next day. Then he gave Michael a nod before taking back the driver’s seat of his own damn car and started heading home, a smile finding his lips as he thought about it. Alex was happy. And not only that, but he and Michael were on good terms. Which was good.

Of course, he’d never admit it, but he kind of liked hanging out and working with the two of them.

It wasn’t until he got home, though, that he realized he had a text.

Michael Guerin: Thanks. You’re not as bad as you could be.

Kyle snorted and dropped his phone on the couch as he headed to the kitchen.

He was so glad Alex was back.

[napstawantstosleep]

Today I'll be complaining about this hell of a poisoned gift that's going to stick with me for at least 10 days 👍

Imagine : You are a little french lad who went back in Paris to spend time at their mom's house and then!! SUDDENLY!! Your grandfather you haven't heard of in 17 years calls your mom and says "wanna come to my house in Cannes for some time?"

You, as an asocial fuck, decide it is NOT a good idea especially since you NEVER WE'RE ABLE TO STAND HEAT.

HOWEVER. Your mother dreaming of the sweet feeling of sunburns and mosquitoes bites decides to accept and bring you with her.

This is were things start to go insanely wrong

Thy mother of yours thinks of taking the plane but your scared ass enjoys the train ride just fine and ask her to train ride there until your ride is traind

She accepts but then tells you a little later that she might be going by car with her partner but wouldn't mind if you took the train. Which would have surely been the best outcome!¡¡!!¡!

BUT. (because of course fate hate your silly self)

She asks you if you would mind if her partner stayed with the two of you (you've never seen him) (and pray know she kept saying again and again how small the house we were going to spend time was SMALL.) SO YOU DO SAY THAT YOU WOULD MINDD.

Time passes and surprise surprise he came back on his proposition due to personal matter that did not concern you until your mom decided to give you the complex lore of his life at 4 in the morning while watching some random show on the tv

You accept the fact that you might end up staying in Paris but HOHOHO NOT SO FAST YOU STUPID LITTLE FRENCH FUCK

You do not know whether it was god saying "fuck you" for being birthed in this hellish country or if it's just the stars aligning but THE NEXT DAY your mother tells you that her best friend WHO IS ALSO HER EX said he would bring you there by car

Oh and funfact you are car sick

Something something the day comes and you start moving at 6 in the morning in a car that smells of wet clothes, humidity and fucking camembert cheese for A NINE HOURS LONG RIDE (lord have mercy)

It is now four pm. The ride took longer because you stopped at a burger king to eat something but then find out that the only thing that's worthy of your grace in this fast food AKA the onion rings WERE NOT SOLD IN THAT SPECIFIC BURGER KING. FUCK. You end up with some stupid burger to drown your sadness and anger into grease but you can only think of their soft insides and crunchy fried shields as a tear rolls down your cheek

You only have two hours left before arriving!! Congrats!!! The three songs that have been replaying in your headphones are starting to sound bland just like the state of mind you've been left with

Finally, you've arrived. Your loaded grandfather open the portal to let your mom's friend/ex/whatever they are enter the residence and. Suddenly. You remember her saying it was a small house. So you enter the SMALL, CRAMPED building filled with old people stuff. There is. Literally. Two rooms. One on the first floor which does kitchen, living room, bathroom AND!!! for the time of your stay!!!! YOUR SLEEPING ROOM!! CONGRATS

THE MATTRESS IS STONE HARD AND THE BLANKET INEXISTANT. THERE ARE NO DOOR EITHER EXCEPT FOR THE ONE TO ENTER THE HOUSE AND THE SLIDING DOOR TO ENTER THE SHOWER/TOILET SPACE.

There are a limited amount of electrical outlet that, most of them, are occupied by non working lamps so you look where to charge your phone and the laptop you totally didn't bring because of your genshin addiction

It is currently turning 3 in the morning and you still had to deal with your mom's hero complex and her bestie ex man's monstrous snoring you wondering how many mosquitoes are going to hunt for your ass tonight and whether you'll wake up with an ant colony on your face or not

For now you're just a sad SAD creature on their way to take a shower in the middle of the night and eat cold pizza because you took a nap when they went buying food

Surely tonight's gaming session will be unique at least

Hi guys and welcome to the news addition to this Tumblr account

Napsta Stories

Where I, Napsta, use my first right as a French person to complain about everything and anything

Warning! This user can be exceptionally critical about things to an olympic level

[drunk-poets-society]

ok so

this young fella is No. 85 Squadron’s Hurricane pilot Richard Lee. he was awarded the DFC and DSO for his service, just a couple months before he was shot down over the English Channel on 18/8/1940, at age 23, sadly never to be seen again.

details under the cut -

Richard Hugh Anthony Lee was born in London in 1917 (the exact date or month is unknown). Growing up, he went to Charterhouse School.

On September 1935 he joined RAF Cranwell as a Flight Cadet, and graduated in July 1937. He was posted to Debden on June 1, 1938 to join no.85 Squadron at its reformation. He flew Gloster Gladiator biplanes to begin with, before no.85 was re-equipped with Hawker Hurricane Mk1s.

No.85 sqn. Was posted in France to protect cross-channel convoys. On November 21, 1939, while on patrol over Boulogne, Flight Lieutenant ‘Dickie’ Lee scored the squadron’s first victory when he successfully attacked a Heinkel 111 which crashed into the channel and burst into flames. This also scored the Squadron’s first accolade as he was awarded a DFC on March 8, 1940 “for outstanding brilliance and efficiency”

Not much happened over the winter. That was to change, however, when on May 10, 1940, the sound of Anti Aircraft guns and Luftwaffe planes filled the air. No. 85 squadron immediately jumped into action, and within a few minutes, one section of “A” flight, and one section of “B” flight were up in the air. Lee was leading B flight with Flying Officer Derek Allen and Pilot Officer Patrick Woods-Scawen flying as his numbers 2 and 3 respectively. the section attacked a Henschel 126, and managed to severely damage the aircraft, leaving two of its crew wounded.

Later that morning, Lee was flying Hurricane L1779 into combat, leading his section again. They engaged a Junkers-88 at about 15,000 feet. His combat report reads: “after being sighted E/A dived to a very low height. i could only overhaul from astern very slowly. From 500 yards to 700 yards the enemy rear gunner fired continuously. I fired short bursts and finished ammunition closing to 200 yards. No apparent results except black smoke from one engine. My own aircraft shot badly.”

Later that evening Lee shared in the destruction of a Ju-86 with his section. Lee was the first to open fire and set the enemy’s starboard engine on fire. When they landed, ground crew found that he had fired 50 rounds from each of his eight Browning machine guns during the engagement.

on 11/5/1940, the squadron was back in the thick of it. however, this time after a busy morning patrol, Allen and Woods-Scawen returned without their section leader. Richard Lee was missing. He’d been flying Hurricane N2388, code marked ‘VY-R’ over Maastricht when he engaged a Dornier 17P at approximately 1300 hours. His aircraft had been hit by Anti Aircraft fire and he bailed out of his aircraft slightly wounded. Parachuting down, he landed in a field, where he spotted a local man passing by. He asked the man which direction he should travel to get to the Belgian tanks that were nearby. He took off in the direction, only to find out that they were, in fact, German. Lucky for him, his uniform was concealed underneath a smock or overcoat he had acquired. He was believed to be a peasant and was locked into a barn with some other refugees. Thinking quick, he climbed up to a window and noticed a ladder perched beneath it, and promptly climbed out, walked several miles, and hitched a ride with some Belgians before returning to his unit the very next day. The squadron’s diarist reported that “11/5/40. Eight E/A were shot down today. Flight Lieutenant R.H.A Lee failed to return from the offensive patrol covering the advance of the BEF over the Tongres-Maastricht Section – he was reported last seen on a Dornier’s tail at about 2,000 ft.”

On May 22, No. 85 squadron started to return to Debden to re-equip and reform, and Lee was transferred to No. 56 Squadron. The next day the squadron engaged enemy aircraft over St. Omer while patrolling Manston to Dunkirk. he expended all his ammunition in the dogfight that ensued between the Hurricanes and the 109s, before his starboard wing was badly hit. He broke off and returned to Manston unharmed, and aircraft deemed repairable.

On May 27, he flew another offensive patrol from Manston with the Squadron, flying Hurricane P3311. On this occasion he was shot down by Messerschmitt 109s during an attack on Henschel 111s. he ditched his aircraft in the sea and was fished out of the water and taken ashore an hour later.

On May 31, Lee was awarded the DSO. The London Gazette published the following: “Flight Lieutenant Richard Hugh Anthony Lee, D.F.C. (33208) this officer has displayed great ability as a leader and intense desire to engage the enemy. On one occasion he continued to attack an enemy aircraft after his companion had been shot down, and his own machine hit in many places. His section shot down a Dornier 215 in flames one evening in May, and another in the course of engagement the next day. In his last engagement, he was seen at 200 feet at the tail of a Junkers 89, being subjected to intense fire from the enemy occupied territory. This officer escaped from behind the German lines after being arrested and upheld the highest traditions of the Service.”

In June, he returned to No. 85 squadron, under Squadron Leader Peter Townsend. His experience was called upon to help bring the new recruits upto scratch before the squadron was again ready for operational flying.

On June 26, Richard Lee and his close friend Gerald Lewis flew to an investiture where Lee received his DSO and DFC for his service.

Lee’s reputation as a daring and aggressive fighter pilot was quickly spreading around the air force. Peter Townsend’s good friend Flight Lieutenant John Simpson wrote a letter to his intelligence officer, after hearing about the exploits of Richard Lee.

Simpson, who also coincidentally often flew with Patrick Woods-Scawen’s younger brother Tony, wrote “I hear that Dickie Lee has done wonders. You see how these boys, who were always looked upon as being the naughty ones, are doing so well. They needed a war to convince the old gentlemen at Whitehall. Do you remember that Dickie was almost given his bowler hat for low flying? The same low flying has apparently stood him in good stead.” (apparently he had flown through an open barn, but i have no way of confirming or denying that)

In Hector Bolitho’s book Combat Report published in 1943, he wrote of an afternoon spent with Lee, Townsend and Simpson. “Peter Townsend and Dickie Lee had been posted to an aerodrome a few miles from the house… in the early summer, John and I went out to find them… we found Peter and Dickie and took them back to the house. Dickie followed the car on a hellish motor bicycle.

It was a pleasant enough afternoon and we lay on the lawn, the four of us, with a bowl of ice, a bottle of gin, some tonic water and four glasses, and talked the world away. All three, looked older. Both Dickie and Peter had been shot down and a certain solemnity seemed to have touched them. Dickie had changed more than others.

We used to call him Dopey in the old days because he always fell asleep if the conversation took a serious turn. He was already a hero and in most newspapers there had been photographs of him receiving his decorations from the King. The long hell in France had left creases at the corners of his sleepy eyes. But he would have none of our attempts at war talk. He said that he had a date with a blonde in Saffron Walden and that he could not stay very long.

Dickie’s taste in blondes was not always reassuring to his friends, but he was obviously more concerned with his date than with our efforts to make him talk about how he has won the DFC and DSO on his tunic. I remember when he stood to go I noticed a hole in the leg of his trousers where a bullet had gone through without touching his skin.

I suppose that Peter and John and I were a bit pensive, being the older ones, so Dickie yawned and said ‘Well, I must get cracking’ he made one gesture to sentiment before he went. On the day that was declared he left his favourite pictures with me… before his squadron flew off to France.

They were photographs of friends, of aircraft, and one of a spaniel. He asked me for them, so I brought them down from the attic and he flew off to his blonde with them, piled before him on the screeching, violent motor bicycle.”

August 18, 1940 “the Hardest Day” of course, was when Dickie was lost. Flying as Blue 1 in Hurricane P2923 ‘VY-R’ during this patrol, he was last seen by Squadron Leader Townsend and Flying Officer Arthur Gowers ten miles north-east of Foulness Point chasing Bf 109s out across the Channel.

In Townsend’s book Duel of Eagles he wrote the following of Lee’s last action: “Come back, Dicky,’ I called but he was drawing away. Again and again I called, but he kept on. It was useless to chase Huns out to sea; they would be back again the next day. Something had gotten into Dicky and there was no stopping him. We were both low on fuel and I was out of ammunition. There was only one thing to do: turn back”

Like several others, he was gone too soon. Neither his aircraft nor his body were ever recovered. and aside from these mentions, and a few documents, and acknowledgement on the Runnymede Memorial, Panel 6, there isn’t much about him out there. there’s really not much one can do about that either, other than remember, and keep them alive in our thoughts; those who never returned, whose names faded into obscurity.

Source