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journalsouppe · 5 months

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APOLLO JUSTICE!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! What i would literally give to have a true AA4 sequel. I wholeheartedly believe if Yamazaki's team could ignore aa4 canon to make 5 & 6 then Shu Takumi should absolutely be allowed to ignore any 5&6 canon to make an aa4 sequel. I'm dying out here pleaseeeeee

The Phoenix sticker is from Peachcott. The Klavier sticker is from Ayabit from the Turnabout Cinema zine. The Apollo and Trucy stickers are from astarsor.

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rating: 9.8 played: Fa 2023 port: 3DS favorite? Y replayable: Y recommend? Y series: Ace Attorney

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THE JUDGE PAINTING

apollo's such a dork <3

ooo i like the perceive function

i love the music

DONT SAY THAT TRUCY T_T

there's so much going on in this investigation

wow i love how uneasy i feel even after the trial ended

LMAO I FORGOT ABOUT THE PHOENIX SEX PHOTO

i dont think y'all want your panties back...

klav's a bill and ted fan i see lol

LOVE mr eldoon's design 10/10

klapollo meet cute moment LMAO

oops ^^; i accidentally wrote a 600 word essay about the first case

i like how apollo cried over trucy

IT'S JUSTICE TIME??? T^T

i like klavier's hands a normal amount

alita must have some dirty fucking feet

the animations are so smooth

apollo being jealous of klavier at the concert and thinking he's cool LMAO

apollo is WHIPPED

trucy is KILLING it in court, she really is nick's daughter

klavier's shoe print *skull emoji*

out of pocket shiny forehead comment LMAO

lamiroir has similar vocal tones as malon!

THE PENIS FIRE AND KLAV PUTTING IT OUT IN THE BKGD

the smile and hair twirl klavier LMAO

why am i doing this music recording thing T^T

i dont like looking at daryan T_T

letouse kazuma moment lmao

capcom loves the face down death with writing on the ground huh LMAO

wtf is the judge talking about

i love all these scientific tests with ema! :)

i love the snackoos SFX

klav does not miss an opportunity to take a short at apollo's big forehead LMAO

APOLLO YOU DUMBASS

faking blindness is crazy

I KNEW IT WOULD BE DARYAN'S VOICE

klav's office is so much more normal than edgeworth's

WAIT IS IT GRAMARYE AND NOT GRAYMAYRE??

THE ANIMALS??

i love apollo and lamiroir goofing on klav

similar tech opening to brc

WTF WAS THAT KRISTOPH JUMPSCARE T-T

LORD DADDY???

oh he's insufferable

HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHY VERA IS STARING AT KLAV??

"rip off" phoenix is so real for that

are they injecting magnifi with piss??

im curious why kristoph would do this to phoenix

he just left his daughter???

tf is going on

T^T THE KRISTOPH ZOOM IN

why does klav have that egg from dragon tales

apollo understands me with mascots

this is so gay omfg

daryan not liking trucy means he goes even more into the shit book than before

apollo the journaling king

the x-ray function is a really fun addition

BABY TRUCY

omg phoenix with out the ugly hd redraw

GUMSHOE

he said it!!! he said 'ace attorney' lmao

i love and hate that i have to present the journal page

why does the screen shake when mr misham speaks T_T

THAT SCAR IS FREAKY

siblings omgggg

Summary:

I love this game so much. I love it so much that I am heartbroken knowing that AA 5 & 6 butchers the story it setup and I'm considering not even playing them unless AA7 is announced. I love all the main characters so much, the whole story was so well built and I can def see the influence the story had on DGS. Apollo is such a good protagonist, he's relatable but also so unique. I love seeing his character progression in the game: a new attorney who is easily manipulated to a confident and determined attorney who trusts in his own judgement. I LOVED Klavier oh my god. I love how much he respects Apollo and although he doesn't hesitate to tease him, he doesn't bully or abuse Apollo in any way. They both have a mutual admiration and rivalry where they try to play as fairly as possible. Klav doesn't maliciously withhold or change evidence, but he does spend hours reviewing his arsenal and thinks of all the counter arguments the defense could bring up. I really like Apollo's ability, it continues the mystery and mysticism from the original trilogy but with new mechanics. I adore Trucy so much. She honestly might be my favorite AA character. She's determined, strong willed, and above all -- extremely silly. I couldn't of asked for a better character to be Phoenix's daughter. I also LOVE the sibling reveal at the end but gdi if only they actually figure it out T^T T^T. I think Apollo and Trucy's dynamic is probably my favorite Defense and assistant dynamic. This who game was so fun, I know 4-3 is not everyone's favorite and it is a little all over the place but I also enjoyed it and loved the premise. There's so much to say, I haven't even talked about Nick and Kris - what an incredible feud, what a genius development for Nick. I cannot recommend this game enough, I am so obsessed with it and cannot wait to make art <3 <3.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #ace attorney #apollo justice #apollo justice ace attorney #aa4

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askerror87 · 2 years

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻

My girlfriend, @skyla822! She is my best friend and I have so much fun hanging out with her. I love making her laugh and spoiling her <3

Coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar and creamer. Are you really living if your precious brew is any darker than a warm tan?

Spending time with my brother @chroama-the-brute and my sibling @mug-o-matcha.

Listening to my friends infodump about something they really care about! Whether that's watching a bro catch some shinies on a Discord call or seeing a mutual lose their minds about a blorbo, seeing people who are happy make me happy too

Being Normal about things and blorbos and dedicating a Normal Amount of Time thinking about them (Miles Fullmetalalchemist, Ingo Submas, Abbacchio, Abe Whokilledmarkiplier). Teeheehee

#max says things #ask: tired-reader-writer #thanks for the ask!#image description in alt

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artsoupsoupart · 3 years

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911 Smut Week: Turn Blue

Day 2: Day Two: Handcuffs, sex toys, anything you want to incorporate into a pwp and/or have a plot too.

A/N: I’d like to apologize bc these prompts are gonna be SO late lol. But I’m committed to finishing these and Madney Week lol

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Maddie Buckley is a goddamn tease. It’s a fact that Chimney has developed a love for over the past few months as they’ve grown closer as a couple. Sure, she’s boosted his ego many times by letting him know he’s better at it than she is. And he is. But still, Maddie is learning and exploring, and she has her talents. She’s sneaky and calculative, striking as though she’s a lioness and he’s her unsuspecting prey. Maddie doesn’t have to necessarily do or say anything to get the man riled up. She’s a woman of few words but the look in her eyes and the sway of her hips always tells him exactly what he needs to know about the game she’s formulated in her mind.

Maddie has been tempting him for the past seventy-two hours. Her kisses before either of them leaves for work are slow, deep, filled with a heated passion that makes him want to call out sick and focus on only her and her body and her pleasure. Her touch lingers against his hips and waist and biceps. She has pressed against his chest more than once, sometimes braless so her pebbled nipples can be felt through their clothes. At the karaoke bar the night before, Maddie had let her hand, which had been not so innocently on his thigh the entire night, trail up towards his crotch, a perfectly painted nail tracing over the zipper as he hardens under her touch with their friends and coworkers singing and drinking away, little words being whispered into his neck that send a shudder through him and his ears blaze red. It took everything in him to not drag her to the restroom and show her exactly what she does to him. And still, she did not give him the release he so desperately needed last night. Maddie Buckley is a goddamn tease, and she sports this devilish smile with confidence because she knows the affect she has on him.

When they’re finally free from the constraints of work and siblings and friends and have the opportunity to simply indulge in one another, her torture (because that’s exactly what this is no matter how much he enjoys it) begins with Chimney stripped bare and put on display for her on the couch like a five-star meal or perhaps precious jewels. She truly has Chimney practically drooling at the sight in front of him: tanned skin beneath simple but lacey black underwear, her curled hair long and flowing along her shoulders. The heels. That’s what really has Chimney’s breath stuttering. The heels she has on are tall and a deep blood red. He has half a mind to blurt out that she could do absolutely anything to him as long as the heels stay on. But this isn’t his game, it’s hers and she’ll refrain from giving him what he needs if he oversteps.

She takes a few steps forward and leans down close to him, a millimeter away and he can feel the heat radiating from her entire body. Or perhaps it’s his. Maybe both. Both is good. His eyes drop to her cleavage and his eyes glaze over in lust as her lips press to his in a bruising kiss. Chimney reaches up to place his hands on her waist, her hips, her breasts, anywhere he can reach but they’re instantly slapped away. She clicks her tongue as if scolding him, her lips trailing along his jaw to his ear which she takes between her teeth before she whispers in his ear, “No. Touching.”

The order is more for her own good than his because as soon as his hands get to explore familiar paths, she loses her resolve and lets him have his way with her. She doesn’t want that though he’s sure she would have no problem prolonging his torture for another day.

When his hands move back to the couch, he wants to curse because there’s nothing to hold on to as Maddie says, “good boy”, and her lips begin their descent down the column of his neck. She stops at his Adam’s apple for a moment, nipping and chuckling as it bobs up and down when he thickly swallows. He’s cute like this, needy like she normally is and as ready as ever. It’s been a fun few days of seduction, of mentally edging him until she could do so physically. Her tongue swirls around his surprisingly sensitive nipples, enjoying the way he squirms beneath her lips before she trails down washboard abs. Maddie sits on a fluffy pillow on the floor between his legs, eye level with his erection. He’s sure he sees absolute lust on her face and something else that is commanding and dominant and, God, he wants her to get it over with so he can bury himself within her. Long nails scratch at thighs that tense under their pressure. His hands clench into fists and for a moment Chimney wonders if he can keep his arousal at bay.

“I want you to last as long as you can, Chim. Can you do that for me?”

She says it so innocently yet so… sensually and his mind briefly fogs as his imagination runs. He doesn’t want to, doesn’t want to stave off his orgasm because he needs her more than he thinks he’s ever needed anyone before. But he will. He will because it’ll be worth it in the end. Chimney nods, swallowing again, his mouth dry with want.

“Use your words,” she scolds as her head tilts, and she raises a brow.

He has to tell himself to play her game, to be compliant, maybe a bit subservient because it’ll be worth it. What’s to come (and his revenge) will be absolutely glorious. “I can do anything for you.”

That’s exactly what she likes to hear. She leans her head against his thigh, her nose just shy of pressing against his erection. The amount of blood rushing to his dick truly has him a bit lightheaded. Maddie isn’t sure if he’s been this aroused by her before, but she makes a mental note to tease him more often if this is the response she’ll receive. Pearly teeth dip into her lip as the pad of her finger runs over a thick, throbbing vein. This beautiful cock that is hers to please and use twitches beneath her touch. Maddie internally swells with power. She breathes him in, the scent heady, musky, and masculine, so uniquely Chimney that it makes her mouth water.

For what seems like forever, she simply touches him. Her fingers are featherlight. The point of her nose joins her fingers every now and then and that’s something he never knew would make the fire in his gut blaze so bright. She avoids the tip, the most sensitive part of him besides his heart, though it’s been dripping precum for almost as long as she’s been touching him. The thick drops trail down his shaft aiding in the sensations of lithe digits that have barely touched him. He can do this, it’s not that bad. That’s the lie he tells himself. It’s hell because he wants her to fully use her hands or her mouth or anything and relieve him of the pressure that is teasingly building.

When her tongue pokes out for the first time to run against the vein, from base to just before his bulbous mushroom head, all the air is knocked out of Chimney’s lungs. He has half a mind to beg, but he knows it won’t work. Maddie is stubborn, if him begging would have worked, he would have been deep within her days ago. Still avoiding his tip, she flattens her tongue against his shaft. It’s not much for sensations, but the visual of her licking him like the best ice cream cone is enough for his heart to beat a little faster in anticipation.

After a few more minutes, Maddie catches his gaze, grinning at the stress of his brow and the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “Too much?” she asks.

Chimney stares back at her, shakes his head before audibly saying no. His girlfriend pats his leg before leaning away to shuffle through the bin under the coffee table, the bin that’s mostly used for random magazines that arrive in the mail and the remote. His darkened eyes land on the bottle of lubricant, one of many in their collection that she must have placed there earlier. Chimney lets out a strained groan which gets a laugh out of his girlfriend. Their collection of flavored lube is growing, and it seems Maddie has chosen chocolate cherry, one of her favorites. The liquid, though cold, drips onto his throbbing tip and Chimney lets out the most delicious groan. Maddie almost takes pity on him. Almost.

Her hand, covered in a bit of lube as well, wraps around the base of his erection and she begins stroking in long passes. Her eyes barely leave her handiwork, watching as he glistens. Maddie adjusts, moving to kneel on the pillow instead of sit, watching as he still drips for her. Ever the tease, she presses a kiss to a gooey droplet on the very tip, the taste of him and the lubricant deliciously mingling. Chimney’s entire body shudders and he lets out a groan when she licks at his head. With this reaction, Maddie herself can’t do much more teasing. She wraps her lips around his head, sucking and sucking in time with the stroke of her hand. She keeps this up before opening her mouth to him, drawing him in as deep as she can. Brown eyes that she loves so much roll back as he tenses and tries to relax in her mouth and Maddie attempts to stifle a laugh. The vibrations shoot through him, and his hands squeeze at the couch cushions. It would be so easy to chase the sensations that the warmth of her mouth brings. It would be so easy to let himself tense and tense and tense until he explodes in the back of her throat. There wouldn’t be anything she could do about it if he does, though he’s sure she’d disapprove and who knows what punishment that would bring him. Instead, Chimney attempts to think about anything other than the way her tongue swirls around the head of his dick. Anything other than the feeling of him being drawn down her warm throat as far as she can take it.

It takes everything in Chimney to stop her when he feels his orgasm truly begin to build. He can’t take more, he thinks. He wants to be inside of her when he releases for her. He’s been flirting with the brink of release for at least two hours when she twirls the silicone ring around her finger just in his line of view. Chimney groans and that devilish smile of hers returns. Chimney has no problem with getting hard, staying hard, or stamina. But the couple of rings they bought really add to their pleasure, allowing Chimney to draw out more of Maddie’s beautiful orgasms. Their eyes meet as her underwear falls to the floor. It takes just a second and she slips the ring around the base of his cock, her desire growing just as his erection does right before her eyes.

“Feel alright?” she asks, not wanting him to be uncomfortable in the slightest.

He nods, clears his throat before choking out a yes as the ring squeezes against his base. It feels good, but it feels even better when Maddie straddles his lap and sinks down on him, grateful they read the ingredients to the lube before purchasing and delighted at the way his face contorts and his breath catches in his throat. She takes him, inch by inch. Chimney isn’t necessarily long, probably somewhere slightly above average in length but girthier than most. The ring emphasizes his width, has her pressing her mouth to his to stifle the guttural moan the leaves her throat as she adjusts. There’s nothing for him to grab and Maddie hasn’t told him he can touch yet, so he chooses to stuff his hands between the cushions to counteract the way her walls clench around him.

Maddie focuses on herself for the most part, rocking her hips in a way that feels good, but it doesn’t stop Chimney’s own pleasure from building on its own accord. Chimney’s head falls back to the couch, and he simply watches her, watches her erotic scene of him disappearing and reappearing between them. He wants to touch her. He needs to touch her or do something with his hands beside clutch onto plush cushions. She’s sexy, exceedingly sexy with her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side. Her tongue pokes out to lick her lips. When her eyes open, his girlfriend, his beautiful, talented, wonderfully evil girlfriend adjusts once more, one foot propping up for leverage. The change in angle is just what she needs if the rapid sounds of her moans are any sign, and it allows for him to press in just the perfect spot to draw out every single ounce of pleasure he can.

It’s when his hands move to the back of the couch to ground himself in reality that she takes them and moves one to her still covered breast and the other to her ass, giving him permission. It’s as though Chimney comes alive at being able to touch her. His own talented fingers draw the cup of her bra down, teeth nipping at the skin of her breast before he pulls her nipple into his mouth until it’s erect. She clenches around him with every suck of his mouth. His other hand kneads and palms at her ass and it’s as though he hasn’t touched her in years. They find their rhythm easily, slow at first because Maddie isn’t quite done teasing yet. She can’t last long. She’s been dripping wet for as long as he has and the way he reacts to her, the way he wants so desperately to please her has that metaphorical rubber band close to its snapping point. Maddie watches as he goes doe-eyed for her, and she knows he’s close.

“Is that all you can take, baby?” her hips don’t stop their movement as she asks him, and he nods. She tuts again, her hips rocking in time with her own command. “Use. Your. Words.”

“Yes, Maddie. Fuck, Maddie it’s all… I can’t…” His hands dig into her waist, hard enough to bruise as their pace increases, but she welcomes the minute pain as she climbs the ladder of her own desire once more.

Ever the pleaser, Chimney grunts through his own arousal. He removes one hand from her waist to find her clit, stimulating her both inside and out until she’s panting and letting expletives of her own fall from plumped lips. His thrusting hips match his circling fingers and she’s so close, her toes curl in excitement.

“Howie,” she draws out his name as she begins to pulse around him in her own release.

Maddie leans forward, wraps her arms around his neck and presses her lips to his ear and tells him to make her come, to come inside of her while he does it, as deep as he can, as much as he can. Her words are a catalyst to his orgasm, sending him over the edge he’s been on for hours. Hearing him cum for her is the most satisfying sound. Feeling him thrust into her until he’s done is just as spectacular. Maddie could get drunk off the way her name sounds as it’s stretched through moan after moan of his pleasure.

When their hips slow and they catch their breath, Maddie presses her lips to his. He’s a vision as his eyes droop. He’s exhausted in the cutest way. She slips from him, slips the ring from around his dick. They’ll need to clean themselves and the toy up before getting into bed. With one hand, Maddie pulls a still dazed Chimney from the couch and all but drags him to the bathroom for a nice, soothing bath, both of their legs jelly and their lust for one another satisfied. For now.

#911smutweek #madney #maddie buckley #howie chimney han

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jacetorress · 4 years

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JACE ISAIAH TORRES ⁏ thirty-four ○ security for lux & elias morgan’s right hand man ○ downtown.

❝ APOCALYPSE BOY, YOU WON’T DESTROY ALL YOU TOUCH. YOU ARE MORE THAN YOUR DARKNESS AND MORE THAN THE DEATH YOU CARRY IN YOUR HANDS. ❞

⇨ aesthetics ⍮ the scent of fire and gasoline, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, an old punching bag in the corner of an old office, a towering figure shrouded in darkness as they linger in an empty church, bloodied noses and busted knuckles, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, black shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly smirk under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a 1967 chevy impala engine, & a crumpled, worn family photo stuffed inside a wallet.

ALOHA !!! waddup, angels ?? it’s me, back at it again with another character bcos i have zero self control so here i am !! i’ll save you all from having to put up with my pointless babbles and get straight into it. as always, pls feel free to hmu on ims or discord ( chrissie.#9606 ) for plots and connections !!

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name. jace isaiah torres.

current age. thirty-four.

birthday. january 2, 1986.

gender. cisgender male.

pronouns. he / him.

nationality. british.

religion. raised roman catholic but no longer practices.

hometown. knightsbridge, london, england.

past residence. oxford, oxfordshire, england.

current residence. downtown, crystal city, united states.

sexual orientation. heterosexual.

romantic orientation. heteroromantic.

education. attended oxford university for a year before dropping out due to his mother’s passing.

occupation. security at violet, & elias morgan’s right hand man.

CONNECTIONS.

birth mother. katherine torres. †

birth father. alexander torres. †

step-father. nicholas carmichael. †

full blood siblings. none.

step-siblings. none.

maternal grandmother. julia monroe. †

maternal grandfather. andrew monroe. †

paternal grandmother. elizabeth torres. †

paternal grandfather. michael torres. †

maternal aunts. none.

maternal uncles. peter monroe.

paternal aunts. lucilee monroe, & miranda monroe.

paternal uncles. benjamin torres.

PROFICIENCIES.

spoken languages. english, & spanish.

negative traits. cunning, unfeeling, arrogant, cynical, & temperamental.

positive traits. astute, debonair, adroit, resolute, & adept.

strengths. sophistication, etiquette, professionalism, resourcefulness, integrity, delegation, honest, strong-willed, responsible, calm, practical, & a jack-of-all-trades.

weaknesses. impulsive, hot-tempered, stubborn, insensitive, judgmental, & by the book.

skills. skilled with firearms and other weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, lock-picking, carjacking, knowledge of automobiles, knowledge of the law, tracking people down, & excellent critical thinking and problem-solving abilities.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, & marksmanship.

APPEARANCE.

eye colour. dark brown.

hair colour. dark brown.

height. six foot.

weight. 70 kg.

build. both tall and considerably broad, he is toned with an evident definition in his muscles.

scars. too many to count at this point.

tattoos. tba.

piercings. none.

glasses. n/a.

prominent feature. sharp, angular jawline.

MISCELLANEOUS.

zodiac. capricorn.

element. earth.

house. gryffindor.

myers briggs type. istj-a.

alignment. true neutral.

enneagram. type five.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. linguistic.

character label. the opaque.

past mental disorders. post-traumatic stress disorder, insomnia, & alcohol abuse.

current mental disorders. mild post-traumatic stress disorder, & insomnia.

addictions. alcohol, & tobacco.

vices. lust, wrath, & pride.

virtues. temperance, charity, & diligence.

allergies. n/a.

diet. carnivore.

accent. british.

dominant hand. right.

blood type. ab positive.

felonies. none.

vehicle. black 1967 chevy impala.

BACKGROUND.

TRIGGERS. car accident, death, domestic violence, drugs, violence, blades, stabbing, blood, & murder.

Born into a world of tenderness and light, Jace's arrival into this universe was a moderately placid one. The instant he opened his eyes to the world, he was a cherished and adored baby boy. This was how the young boy assumed his life would continue to play out: showered with affection and admiration, given endless love and support by both of his parents. With his father, Alexander, a renowned criminal lawyer and his mother, Katherine, an equally as esteemed neurosurgeon, the Torres family were respected, affluent and forefront in their community. Always hosting charity events, attending fancy galas, prominent figures at every fundraiser, the Torres' seemed as normal as just about any aristocratic London-based family. One might just say that Jace was destined for greatness — primed for success. Of course, all eyes of the extended Torres family were on the boy, watching and waiting to see how his story would unfold. Would he follow his father’s footsteps? Or his mother’s? The idea of him paving his own path had failed to cross the minds of them all.

From a young age, Jace had been incredibly intelligent and adept, his keen perception proving to extremely surpass that of his age. He was able to captivate others with both his appearance and his capabilities. Those in his company hung off his every word, often discovering themselves enthralled by a charming and sincere young boy. Regardless of his family’s secured position in society and their abundance of riches, Jace never looked for much more than their approval and their devotion. It is perhaps this fact alone that makes the next chapter in his life one of those unbearable moments that seem to live on for the rest of eternity, an emotion so overwhelming that it lingers in your bones until the end of time — rattling them every so often to remind you of the pain. The tenth instalment in the story of Jace’s life is what he would nowadays refer to as the beginning of the end. All of the light and love that he had encountered throughout his life up until that point had only been leading him to the tragedy and devastation that would prevail from that day henceforth. The night that Jace had been sat down by his mother and told that his father had met his fatal end in a horrific car accident was the same night that Jace lost a piece of himself. A ten-year-old boy endured his first heartbreak then. And, unfortunately, the torment refused to cease. Jace’s existence prior to the horrendous atrocity that altered the very fabric of his nature endured for what would now seem to him a fleeting period in time. Yet, throughout those ten years of normalcy, every transient second aided in concocting the basis for all that was to come.

Within the span of a single year, Katherine had found herself in the clutches of what Jace would grow to describe as a vulture; a man of a lower class who latched onto his mother — leeching off her riches while abusing her in the process. Soon, this man, Nicholas Carmichael, became Jace’s stepfather and things only dipped further south afterwards. Nicholas drank copious amounts of liquor, ran around behind Katherine’s back, smacked at Jace for defending his mother and the list went on. He manipulated Katherine, made her pick a side, tore her relationship with Jace asunder. Nicholas was indeed an angry, offhand man who often resorted to acts of violence toward both Katherine and Jace. During this time, and within the blink of an eye, Jace turned hostile and indifferent. It was as if he had transformed into a polar opposite version of what he’d always been — metamorphosing into an alternate version of his old self. Once a sheltered child who knew nothing but warmth and consideration, Jace was soon neglected, discarded and left to fend for himself. It was enough to turn him into a colder, less vibrant boy who soon became void of emotion and attachment. He picked fights with his stepfather for the sheer kick he got out of it, rebelled against his mother and found his once soft heart hardening as a result of years of enduring torment at the hands of Nicholas.

Unfortunately for Jace, he’d stepped out of line one too many times and aged eleven, he found himself sent off to an all-boys boarding school. In one way, he was thankful to be shot of the horrid creature who claimed to be his stepfather. Yet, on the other hand, he spent sleepless nights worried about the mortality of his mother. All in all, though, his time spent in the educational facility was a positive one. He made friends, excelled in all of his classes and extracurriculars. For the years that Jace boarded at the school, his life seemed to be steering him down the right path. Once he graduated, he’d decided to follow the same path as his father: criminal law. He felt it was the right thing to do in order to honour his father. Jace wound up attending Oxford University where he resided in a dorm, visiting his mother on the weekends. However, as all good things do, they come to an end. In Jace’s case, his few years of bliss and contentedness arrived at a rather abrupt halt, taking a severe nosedive. He was nineteen when he learned of his mother’s passing and, ultimately, lost control of himself and of his path in life. He dropped out of university, moved back home and spent many months alone and aimless; desperate to find answers behind his mother’s suspicious death. Of course, Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t even had the decency to show his face at Katherine’s funeral. One thing was for sure, though: he’d walked off into the sunset with the Torres fortune, presumably never to be seen again. The details outlined in Katherine’s autopsy report had been vague and nobody seemed willing to help Jace in his search for answers. Though that did little to deter him from continuing to hunt for the truth behind his mother’s death. Without a shadow of doubt in his mind, Jace knew deep down that Nicholas had been responsible but with no evidence, the idea of justice being served seemed to drift further and further out of reach.

Eventually, after years of fighting and persisting with his mission, Jace was able to uncover concealed elements of Nicholas’ background. As it turned out, the man was involved in gang activity and played a prime roll in drug trafficking throughout the streets of London. Though, still failing to get his hands on any kind of proof of Nicholas’ involvement in Katherine’s murder, a twenty-three-year-old Jace began to ponder if he should continue down this road. Tracking down his stepfather had consumed Jace whole, rotting him from the insides out. For so long he’d been holding onto an immense amount of resentment and wrath that he’d become bitter, hostile and obsessed. He knew it would only end in disaster if he continued to cling onto his vendetta and so for the following year, Jace pressed pause on seeking the truth. At least, until he’d happened upon a new lead that indeed confirmed his assumptions about Nicholas’ role in Katherine’s death. This was the break that Jace had been desperate for — the fuel that added flames to the fire within his belly. With new information and a penchant for revenge, he set off on his previously abandoned purpose.

Admittedly, it had taken Jace months to successfully unearth the exact location of Nicholas and when he did, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the information. Still, he set off for New York City with plans of confronting the man. Part of Jace wanted nothing more than to make his stepfather suffer, to subject Nicholas to torture as appalling as what Katherine had undoubtedly endured. Another part of him wanted to reveal all the little details that he’d uncovered, to tell him he knew what he’d done and watch his stepfather wince in objection and pathetically string one faux apology after another. Neither of these scenarios played out in the end. Instead, Jace’s first encounter with Nicholas after all this time had an entirely different outcome than he’d anticipated. Managing to tail the older man to Lux, Jace decided to linger around outside in the hopes that Nicholas would make an appearance. As fate would have it, only a mere hour had passed and there he was, leaving the building alone; having been removed from the vicinity for hassling one of the dancers. As Nicholas made his way to the back of the club, Jace followed in the shadows. Stood at the edge of the establishment to watch his stepfather from afar, Jace considered the endless possibilities that had entered his mind the second he set eyes on the man who’d destroyed his life.

When Jace eventually approached his stepfather, the look that claimed Nicholas’ face was one of incalculable shock and Jace couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride in how his sheer presence brought about such dismay in the other man. He had to admit though, that it sent a strange twinge of nostalgia mixed together with dejection down the length of his spine. Jace had a collection of cruel words and obscenities he so desperately wanted to hurl the older man’s way. Alternatively, he opted for asking a question that had been haunting his warped mind for almost a decade. “Tell me, Nicholas. Why did you do it? Why did you murder my mother?” The inquiry almost made the other male tumble out of his shell even after he admitted that yes, he had been the one to end Katherine’s life and lacked even a shred of remorse. There was something in Nicholas’ blasé tone of voice that triggered an immediate rage deep within the pit of Jace’s stomach, bubbling and bubbling away, rising up and up until the only colour he could see was red and unfortunately for Nicholas, he was on the receiving end of Ross’ explosion. Moving in a flash, before he knew it, Jace was invading Nicholas’ personal space and the small blade he had been carrying was sunk into Nicholas’ abdomen.

Finally, once Jace had recoiled and his fists that had been balled into the fabric of Nicholas’ jacket eventually unfurled, his dark eyes took in the sight of the elder man’s towering figure collapse to the ground beneath him. Dropping his gaze to his hands, Jace noticed the way that the colour slowly began flowing back into his knuckles that had been white from the thin skin stretching tightly over the protruding bones. Flipping over his uncurled palms, Jace noted the way his hands trembled only marginally less than he expected they would be. It was the shrieking resonating in his ears that brought him to divert his attention toward Nicholas who was writhing around on the ground as a result of his suffering and loss of blood. Jace knew he had to get out of there — that he had to leave before he’d give anyone the chance to flock toward the screams and clap their eyes on his guilty face. As he backed away, watching the actions of his decision unfold, the feeling inside his gut was different than he imagined it would be. He had made the decision to kill Nicholas, there and then in the heat of the moment and it was a gradual and torturous death. A death inflicted by him deliberately, no matter the fact that it wasn’t premeditated. Lacking the desire to stick around and witness Nicholas’ final screech, Jace ran and before he even had the chance to allow any sort of repentance to seep into his body for what he’d just done, a gathering of men stepped out of a dark alleyway in front of him just footsteps away from the scene of the crime. There was something about the way in which they emerged from the darkness that caused Jace to immediately cease in his footfalls and as he briefly surveyed the area he realised there was nowhere left for him to run — there were too many of them and although he tried to fight them off, he was vastly outnumbered.

How Jace had managed to defend himself against the others, able to hold his own and give as good as he got, was beyond him. In the end, he pegged it down to sheer luck. Despite such a fluke, he was far from being out of the woods. Having witnessed the murder of Nicholas and how Jace had been able to stand his ground against the group, the eldest of the group of men had stepped forward to explain that he could use a young man of Jace’s stature and expertise. This was precisely how a then twenty-five-year-old Jace wound up entangled with the Berk-Morgan family. Initially, he was hired as a security for the same club that he’d slaughtered Nicholas outside of. After quite some time as an associate, he befriended Elias Morgan; soon becoming a confidant and someone the other trusted. Of course, the trust was mutual. And this has brought him into the position of becoming Elias’ right hand man. Now thirty-four, with nine years of experience under his belt, Jace is worlds away from the man he used to be. A shell of the man he used to be. Simply put, Jace has resigned himself to the reality that happiness is never going to be an emotion he will feel in his heart. He is closed off and secluded. He is mysterious and holds everyone in his life at arm’s length, afraid to let them in; only permitting people to see what he wants them to see and know what he wants them to know. His life is full of a myriad of memories soaked in blood and torment. A plethora of crooked dealings and immoral acts. But this is his life now and he isn’t prepared to give up the good fight – not after everything he has gone through just to be exactly where he is right now. A fighter has always lived inside of Jace Torres.

WANTED PLOTS.

give me all of the connections from friends, frenemies, enemies, hookups, exes, rivals and everything else in between. added bonus if there’s angst or drama. if you have anything in mind feel free to throw it at me, i’m open to the majority of things and have zero triggers so come at me bro !!

#car accident /#death /#domestic violence /#drugs /#violence /#blades /#stabbing /#blood /#murder /

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De atracos y ab*rtos - Of heists and ab*rtions or How women are being robbed.

⚠️ this contains major spoilers for LA CASA DE PAPEL / MONEY HEIST season 1, specifically episode 3!

Personally, I have experienced the series la casa de papel (original title) or money heist as progressive, realistic and not afraid to deal with certain topics like domestic violence which I will be commenting on in posts yet to be published, female trans representation and occasionally peppered with numerous feminist parentheses (see characters like Nairobi and dialogues around/involving her opinion).

However, there are certain aspects I did not enjoy to watch / do not support. That is normal and every show has its flaws, those resulting all the more dangerous however, as money heist is not just any show. The series is thanks to its popularity by now a relevant aspect of people’s opinion-forming and plays into the perception of many people all around the world, coming from different cultures and having experienced all kinds of upbringing. The target audience is not specified, yet crime drama (the genre) is estimated to target both females and males aged 15-40 years old. Means, also targeting minors and adolescents. Again, all cultures / religions / races / classes etc etc included.

I am fully aware that this kind of range was not expected and therefore not taken into account by producers, talking about the first two seasons that were solely meant for a Spanish audience, not an international one. (The series was initially intended as a limited series to be told in two parts. It had its original run of 15 episodes on Spanish network Antena 3 from 2 May 2017 through 23 November 2017. Netflix acquired global streaming rights in late 2017). The analysed / discussed scene is indeed part of this maybe not so carefully crafted content. Cough.

Let’s get right into it.

Characters interacting: Mónica Gaztambide (Esther Acebo), one of the hostages who was also Arturo Román's secretary and introduced as his mistress and “Denver” (Jaime Lorente), one of the robbers participating in the heist [Denver is an alias, all robbers being referred to with city names]

Context: Mónica has an affair with Arturo Román (Enrique Arce) -hostage and former Director of the Royal Mint of Spain- which leads to an unwanted pregnancy. Numerous factors influence her (for now) final decision: she doesn’t want the child. Shortly after, the robbery unfolds and she’s taken hostage among other people. She then requests an ab*rtion pill, which at some point arrives in the mint alongside other medical supplies. The scene analysed: one of the robbers (Denver) is supposed to hand her mentioned ab*rtion pill. Before that he holds an emotional speech on the subject, morally risen forefinger, accusations and tears included.

Here the dialogue without comments:

————Now my opinion / the actual post:

“You need money, right?” One might think that the amount of money seen in this frame (20.000,-€ approx. $21.701,50 according to Denver) is an exaggerated, way too generous gesture. Let me tell you, it is not.

According to a 2017 report from the U.S. Department of Agriculture, the average cost of raising a child from birth [to] age 17 is $233,610. If that made your heart skip a beat, take a deep breath before you read on. Incorporating inflation costs, it will be more like $284,570. Since that’s based on 2015 numbers, we can expect the cost will be even higher, babies born since then.

[…] This average includes everything from housing, food and transportation to healthcare, education and childcare to clothing, personal care items and entertainment.

Let me now remind you that Mónica is a secretary, so she likely earns (barely) enough money to be financially independent herself (taking into account that she lives near or maybe even in Madrid, her workplace, the Royal Mint situated there, so housing alone is hella expensive) and can’t really expect reliable support coming from the potential child’s father, Arturo Román, either, who initially denied support himself, their relationship a secret to the family and wife he already has. Phew.

Btw: A University of California at San Francisco study found that women who were turned away from ab*rtion clinics […] were three times more likely to be below the poverty level two years later than women who were able to obtain ab*rtions. 76% of the "turnaways" ended up on unemployment benefits, compared with 44% of the women who had ab*rtions.

“Enough to get the kid diapers until he graduates.” The problem or let’s say points raised above are now also being ridiculed or not taken seriously to say the least.

She takes the money, sticking to her decision however. “So, what’s the problem?” Or “Then, what is it?” A million additional things, Denver, believe it or not a potential child is a big deal. That and none of your business.

Also, see the reaction? How he stares at her in disbelief (and possibly even disgust, see the risen corner of his lips?). How he looks at her as if she were heartless, selfish, a monster – the picture often painted in this debate when it comes to women who decide to terminate a pregnancy. How he doesn’t respect her “no, thanks” and continues. Continues influencing her, later on even starts to mansplain his way into her stone cold heart. Okay, then let me continue as well.

“That he’ll f*ck up your life? […] Your son. Better to have your life f*cked up by your son than any of these sons of b*tches. Or me.” Call it ‘f*ck up’ or not – that is entirely her perception, her decision and I’d dare to say…she knows best.

First, because regardless of the fact that she is a woman and you are not – well it is indeed her life and, uhm, excuse me Denver, you’re no sibling, no friend, no acquaintance, quite the contrary, you have known her for what? Three minutes and already jump to conclusions?

Take the privilege of explaining her how a child would f*ck or not f*ck up her life?!!

Secondly, what makes him assume the gender of this cluster of cells, this potential future life, this basis for a potential life that may later on develop into a life (it is not a walking talking baby boy already, my friend!).

Personhood begins after a fetus becomes “viable” (able to survive outside the womb) or after birth, not at conception.

Does it provide a smooth transition for that awfully funny and figurative “son” – “sons of b*tches” (org. Hijo – hijos de p*ta) line or is it literal propaganda?

Why does he say “your son”, although he cannot possibly know? I’ll tell you. In order to distract the audience from the fact that he is referring to a pea-sized basis for a potential life by painting the picture of an already existing male human being. Mónica, do you really want to murder your son? Mónica, does that cute little doe eyed baby boy really f*ck up your life? Yeah, propaganda at its best.

Also, another example for ridiculing the point “a child would destroy my life” by comparing an unwanted pregnancy to a literal robbery at gun point. Great one.

“This f*cks your life up. A kid doesn’t.” Do you see that raised gun, that is quite literally an extension of a raised index finger? Wow, the drama. On a different note, did you notice the symbolism? A weapon stands for death, murder and guess what is also often equated with murder.

“How do you know what f*cks up my life? What do you know?” Finally. Exactly. He doesn’t know her, like at all. He doesn’t know her situation and no, he’s also not the pregnant one or anyone who would have to worry about that.

What do you answer to that, hmm? Let’s make this whole dispute even more emotional and dramatic. That ‘a cute little son isn’t as bad as a robbery’ didn’t convince her?

Let’s try with an extraordinary f*cked up and tragic life story, nobody asked for. Its goal? Showing the oblivious, naive, little secretary what real ‘f*ck up’ means, despite the evident lack of any sort of knowledge when it comes to her life (story). Again, conclusion-jumping and wallowing in prejudice at its best.

Have a look at his expression while ‘lecturing’ her. How disrespectful, how belittling. ‘Oh please, what do you know about life?’. On a wider scale: ‘How could we possibly trust women to rationally and with a clear conscience decide such things for themselves – concerning life and death, if they have not the slightest idea, living in their bubble of security and stability and no real problems’ etc. This is everything but taking women and their reasoning abilities, their judgement seriously.

“My mother was going to ab*rt me.” Now the audience doesn’t only have the mental image of a potential cute little son, it is furthermore provided with the image of a living, breathing human being standing right in front of them. Just look at him and his pleading puppy dog eyes. No actual child actor could have done it better.

Thank god she did not go through with the ab*rtion, right? Oh thank god she was not allowed to.

Taking advantage of this frame to remind you of the fact that we are still talking about a POTENTIAL future life, not an existing one that is nevertheless put above the mother’s already existing life in this impudent, low and unfair debate.

“But first…she inhaled the heroin she had to sell to be able to pay for the ab*rtion. Then she was caught by the police. Between jail, drugs and the police, I was born. What do you know?”

1)Adding even more emotions, subtle accusations and drama to that oh so rational dispute? Check. Making his situation seem two thousand times worse than hers (which he, again, has no clue about)? Check. Subconsciously painting the picture of reckless, irresponsible drug addicts/ “lowlifes” or generally female members of “society’s margins” usually being the ones to abort and make it seem like the state’s or whoever’s responsibility to prevent them from deciding for themselves? Check.

2) Then he even tears her valid ‘what do you know (about my life)’ out of the initial context of being confronted with endless assumptions and prejudice and blows it way out of proportion in order to demonstrate the insignificance of … everything concerning her? Her background, her life, her reasons. Everything.

And FINALLY *drum rolls* the wild theories and hypotheses and presumptions she was dying to hear because since he, I repeat for the twelfth time, has no actual clue about her life, let’s make up one.

“Because it seems that you don’t have a very exciting job. And maybe outside of work your life is not that great either. Or what is it that you do? ‘Kilates’? And Friday night drinks, right? What a f*cking drag. Another plan ruined by the kid[…]” That and the entire following paragraph. Wow. All accusations thrown at women who decide to abort in one.

Because OF COURSE a middle aged, down to earth, intelligent, responsible woman like Mónica Gaztambide has no other reason for terminating a pregnancy than not being able to drink alcoholic beverages or party anymore. Because OF COURSE it is valid to assume a woman or any person for that matter one has known for half an hour and interacted with for literal five minutes has a boring enough life that would not be affected in any way by a pregnancy, birth and ultimately being forced to raise an unwanted child. Because OF COURSE Denver would know how much a pregnancy can affect somebody, especially one that is forced upon a person. Quite frankly he has no idea and no right. The audacity.

“Do [your friends who are also mothers] seem f*cked up? / Do their lives look f*cked up? No, right?” Because you know best. Not only regarding her life but on top of that also that of her friends. Because those pregnancies or motherhood in general did under no circumstances end a career or prevent them from pursuing one in the first place or cause the end of a relationship or force them to stay in a toxic or even abusive relationship or change their financial situation completely or rob them of their fragile financial independence and/or free time altogether or cause any (mental) health complications or … you get the point. Oh, and because their situations are completely identical to Mónica’s situation, that is additionally not half as dramatic as your life story. Of course, Denver.

Seeing the ‘rational’ argument doesn’t really work, let’s add yet another dramatic, emotional rhetorical question. As a precaution.

“Do you know how much a child can love you?”

How could she, being the heartless, cruel, selfish, irresponsible, ridiculous and impulsive murderess you’re ‘exposing’ her as?

⚠️ Another spoiler warning for seasons 3 and 4 and still 1.

Would Cincinnati - that’s her sons actual name, not alias – really love her like he does now?

Friendly reminder: his biological father (Arturo Román) let her know - right from the start - that he wouldn’t take on any responsibility whatsoever, regardless of his later statements about doing so. Why those statements don’t matter? Despite his awareness of her state, despite knowing she was pregnant he shortly after urges her on to steal the cellphone she is caught with right after the analysed scene, ready to risk her life and the potential life of his unborn child. Literally, because as soon as she is caught with it, Berlín orders Denver to execute her.

So to those of you who will now say “but- but Cincinnati is okay and has an amazing life and does love her” etc etc, first think certain things through. If Denver wouldn’t have spared her, if she didn’t just happen to get together with him and if the heist didn’t just happen to work out like that, what then?

Cincinnati would have a different name. What else? Well for one, he wouldn’t have a father (that is now Denver) like at all, resulting in possible daddy issues / issues in general. How I know Arturo, the biological father, wouldn’t be there for them, wouldn’t fulfill all his empty promises?

Did he canonically care about his son? Was he devastated that he was not given the possibility to see him or did he instead focus on that random book of his and his speeches about heroism and honour and so on? If he wouldn’t have called his wife by his mistress’s name and through that expose himself, if his family wouldn’t have left him all alone, don’t you think he would stick to them? Just to paint a picture of who the father is and how he behaves and what we can assume from that behaviour. So the probability was high she would’ve been left alone with I quote “all the love” and of course all the responsibility. It’s a thing, Denver.

Secondly, if she didn’t just happen to turn into a millionaire thanks to the heist working out, would she really be able to provide a life for Cincinnati? Would she really be able to remain financially independent? Would her life at her son’s side really be all peace and harmony if she wouldn’t just so happen to be able to live from heist money?

So many coincidences, so many risks and no security. Can we really blame her? Do we have the right?

With these questions I will end this seemingly endless post and leave you to think about it, reflect certain things and – if you want to – share your opinion(s) with me. Please don’t hesitate to do so, as long as those contain rational arguments and most importantly respect. Thank you for reading!

(Also: sorry for the extensive censoring, I had to, otherwise it wouldn’t appear in the tags.)

#la casa de papel #lcdp #money heist #choice feminism #why we need feminism

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Between the Witch & the Hunter

Fandom: Wonder Woman Pairing: Steve x Diana Rating: T Summary: Diana looked at the house once more, it seemed so… innocent. Looking around, she couldn’t even say that the town in which it was located was strange. On the contrary, it was one where community was important, were the people were distressed at the amount of killings that had happened in the house. No one would approach the house, unless they had to. And now, here they were. “And people don’t hear anything?” Words: 1705 Notes: For the @wondertrevnet‘s Lock Out Bingo, Square: Music. Chapter 2 out of 4. [WonderTrev Bingo Masterlist]

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“Steve, are you sure that this is the house?” Diana arched a skeptical eyebrow, looking at the house, it was quite… normal. It was painted a soft yellow and had a nice little flower garden.

“Yes,” Steve answered. “People have been invited to this house, next thing we know, murder happens.”

Diana looked at the house once more, it seemed so… innocent. Looking around, she couldn’t even say that the town in which it was located was strange. On the contrary, it was one where community was important, were the people were distressed at the amount of killings that had happened in the house. No one would approach the house, unless they had to. And now, here they were. “And people don’t hear anything?”

Steve turned towards her and shook his head, “The only information we have, is that people come, everything seems fine for a day or three, then… nothing. We know that a boy heard some strange music once, but we can’t be sure if it means anything.”

“I see,” Diana was puzzled, in all her years as a witch she had never encountered such a strange thing.

“I can tell you something though,” Steve continued. “ARGUS doesn’t think the killings are at random.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that three of the people who have died, are high profile politicians. Two others are prominent members of the city. Everyone is starting to side eye one another, as you can imagine, it’s not helping the mood for those in the Government.”

“And the reason why we’re here,” Diana guessed. “Is to take the place of the next would-be victims.”

“Yes.”

“Then I hope we can stop whatever it is that’s in here.” Diana sighed. “I’d hate to know that I failed and people are in worst danger.”

“The family is in hiding, worst case scenario, we have made preparations to fake their deaths.”

“Let’s go inside then.”

Diana and Steve walked into the house. She began to look around the place, it was quite the cozy home, soft pastels and white was all over. Pictures of nature, plants and indoor flower pots laid everywhere. There was no sign of anything amiss, which put her up on her guard, she couldn’t sense anything strange or supernatural. But then again, she could expect peace for at least a day or two, before whomever was doing this decided to unleash whatever it was.

“Do you want the master bedroom?” Steve asked her.

“How have people been killed?”

“In the basement, I don’t know how it happens, but all the victims have always been found in the basement.”

“You don’t mind? Me taking the master?”

Steve shook his head, “Nah, it’s fine.”

“Thank you, then.” With that, Diana made her way to her room, much like the rest of the house, it seemed so… charming, so homely and cozy. Painted in a soft shade of green, with floral bedding and beige carpeting and white furniture, it was comfortable. But she couldn’t ignore the danger that lurked beneath the pretty veneer. She readied her things, her inherited silver dagger, her crystals and herbs, her chalk and her sword. Whatever it was in this house, it wouldn’t grabbed her unprepared.

***

They were in the house for four days before it happened, Diana awoke to the faint sound of music. Her hand immediately reached for her gun and sword, her hands felt clammy and she was beginning to feel dizzy. And that is when she knew what it was. The music was meant to control her and lure her into the basement. She jumped out of bed, rushed towards her crystals and took an amethyst pendant and wore it like a tiara, relief was almost instantaneous.

Then she remembered Steve, cursing silently, she grabbed another amethyst and rushed towards Steve, gun and dagger on one hand. When she reached him, he was still asleep and the music was higher now. “Steve,” She hissed, trying to wake him.

“Uh,” was Steve’s reply.

Diana shook him once more, seeing him open his eyes and look at her, she felt some relief, the spell had not taken a hold of him yet. “Steve, something’s coming for us, it’s the music.”

Steve’s eyes widened and bolted upright, “How can we…?”

“Wear this,” she said and pushed another amethyst pendant at him. “It will prevent you from feeling dizzy and drunk on the melody. Grab your stuff, we have a monster to hunt.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his special gun, his large dagger and strapped them to himself. “Let’s go then!”

Carefully, they made their way down to the basement, and as they did, the music was coming on louder and to Diana’s ears, sounded like a command. She could feel her heart racing, this was so different from anything that she’d ever done. Her hand was in the pommel of her sword.

And then, there was a sudden chill and just like it appeared, it vanished and it was replaced with heat. It was almost like a furnace. “Steve… this is bad,” she whispered.

“I figured it out myself,” Steve whispered back.

The lights went out and there was a chuckle, immediately Diana drew her sword and Steve raised his gun, “Show yourself!” Steve commanded. “Whomever is there, show yourself.”

A few steps away from Diana, a figure took shape. It was a man who wore a horned helmet, leather armor and a small chain around his left wrist, “Well, well, well,” the man said. “If it isn’t my sweet little sister herself.”

Diana froze, she didn’t have siblings. “I don’t know who you are,” she said. “I have no siblings.”

“Oh you do,” the man mocked. “But I see that mommy dearest decided to lie.”

“My mother’s not a liar,” Diana snarled. “Do not speak ill of my mother.”

“Then how come, she didn’t tell you who your father was, little sister? Because let me tell you, daughter of Zeus, Godkiller… people lie.”

Diana wants to scream, Steve is giving her side looks, he looks quite grim. “Lies,” She hisses.

The man chuckles once more and launches himself at them, Steve immediately opens fire, but the bullets only grace him, Diana gathers her wits enough to summon a shield and the man crashes against it, but there are cracks in it. So, she pushes him away as best as she can.

“Oh little sister, that is not going to help you much. After all, simply witch spells can hardly do anything against me, Ares.”

Oh fuck. Diana wants to curse, she’s never fought a god before. She has always had her devotion to Hecate, she’s a witch after all. But fighting a god? She’s not sure she will be able to do anything. She’s not inclined to believe his words, not unless she speaks with her mother first.

Ares laughs at her face, then raises a hand and sends a wave of energy that sends Steve against the wall, where he crashes with a grunt and lays still. “Steve!” She cries out. “Leave him alone!”

“Join me, and I might consider it!”

“Never! I could never hurt anyone! And I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”

“A pity,” Ares raises his hands and sends another wave of energy at her.

Diana raises her sword, and oddly enough, it cuts through the energy and wipes the smile out of Ares’ face. Diana concentrates, thinks of all the spells her mother and aunt taught her. She reaches in, desperate to stop Ares and unleashes a wave of energy herself, the whole house shakes, but Ares winds up on the floor against the wall. She’s not sure the house will survive this battle. But she takes her chance, rushes towards Ares, sword raised does her best to stab him. But Ares is strong and catches her sword between his hands, they struggle for it, but she knows what she must do, she kicks him in the stomach.

The distraction is enough and he lets go, her sword goes through him and his eyes go wide. As if disbelieving that she has managed to kill him, blood comes from his mouth and begins to convulse.

Until he shatters into pieces and she is thrown backwards, her head hits the wall and all goes black.

***

“I can’t believe that it’s over,” Steve says as the look back at the house. It has cracks all over the walls and has been declared a hazard.

“It’s not,” Diana says and lifts the small chain. “Ares was not the man behind the killings, he was the weapon, nothing more.”

“Fuck,” Steve curses.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Can we track the person who did this?”

Diana hesitates, but nods slowly. “That’s why I’m keeping the chain, I’ll do my best to see if I can track the master. It has to be someone strong, otherwise Ares would not allow this servitude.”

“Or he was a bastard that wanted to kill people and took the chance.”

“That too,” she whispers. “But still, it should take a little while to backtrack and find the mastermind.”

Steve says nothing, instead, he load their stuff into the car ARGUS has given them. Diana takes one more look at the house, then walks into the car and gets in, puts her seat belt on.

“You ok?” Steve says as he starts the car. “With all of…”

Diana knows what he means, she sighs. “My mother confirmed it, I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, can’t imagine thinking you know who you are, then finding out you’re something else.”

“You’re fine with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Steve raises his eyebrows, but never takes his eyes off the road. “You’re still Diana Prince, you’re still a witch and you’re still a good person. That’s all that matters.”

Diana smiles, “Thanks.”

“What are friends for?”

Friends. Diana hesitates for a moment, but it strikes her that yes, Steve Trevor is a man whom she could be friends with. Regardless of his nature as a hunter. He’s a good man. “To buy each other milkshakes, specially when one finds distressing news about oneself.”

Steve gives a hearty laugh, Diana smiles.

#wondertrevbingo2020 #wondertrev #Diana x Steve #Diana Prince #steve trevor #ares #wonder woman fic #au: supernatural #au: witches & wizards #au: monster hunters #between the witch & the hunter

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ofaurcra · 5 years

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TASK #001: EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT.

GENERAL INFO

full name: CHIURA AZAMI nickname(s): AZA, MIMI, AMI gender & pronouns: SHE/HER sexual & romantic orientation: BISEXUAL & BIROMANTIC age & dob: 22, 9TH NOVEMBER 1996 birthplace/hometown: YOKOHAMA, JAPAN parents/siblings: CHIURA AKEMI (MOTHER) & CHIURA TATSUYA (FATHER), AZA ALSO HAS A SIMILARLY AGED BROTHER. pet(s): TONKINESE CAT (KIMURA) (X) & SINGAPURA KITTEN (ROMI) (X) astrological sign: SCORPIO dominant hand: LEFT handwriting style: neat, small & cursive (very pronounced swirls joining letters or flicking them off) language(s) known/spoken: JAPANESE, KOREAN, ENGLISH, FRENCH religion: AGNOSTIC current living arrangements: OWNS HER OWN UPTOWN STUDIO APARTMENT occupation/major: FASHION DESIGN AND FLOWER SHOP MANAGER

PHYSICAL

picture reference: (X) blood type: AB+ nationality: japanese skin tone/color: honeyed glow birthmarks & scars: birthmark on her neck and one behind her ear, they’re usually a very pale beige and she has a scar located on her pelvis from being shoved into a brick wall when younger and scraping across the skin. height: 5′4 build: petite but athletically toned allowing for surprising strength hair color: platinum blonde currently, silvery tonage hair length: (X), (X) her hair is currently this length and style eye color: naturally rich chocolate brown but she’s taken to wearing jade hued contacts more recently. diet: healthy and balanced but she isn’t overly worried over it, she quite likes her salads and all her fruits anyway and will happily choose them over sugary snacks. the only time she really binge eats is on her patisserie visits, if she has people over for breakfast (cause she goes all out she is an extra bitch) or if she’s having a movie night with friends. exercise & level of fitness: she tends to swim and run a lot but is more prone to relaxing exercises which help the mind and body like yoga and meditation, she’s very flexible and used to do gymnastics too. but in general she gets the recommended amount of aerobic activity recommended for healthy adults. how’s their posture ( or lack thereof )?: she usually stands very upright, with her chin in the air so her posture is really good and she often has her arms crossed if she’s being all ‘business workaholic’ aza but if she’s being more relaxed and casual she tends to slant one leg out more and jut the knee with a hand usually resting on her right hip. typical style of dress: (x), (x), (x), (x), (x),(x) body modifications: (x) - this tattoo can be located on aza’s index finger, (x) - this tattoo is located on aza’s back lying just above where her bra strap would sit, (x) (x) - the first image references the design of this tattoo and the second shows the location being just beneath the breast and across the ribcage, it is a tiny tattoo that she shares with ( @sunsbloom) signifying her bond with ivy and referencing the shared zodiac of scorpio between them. (x) - this tattoo can be located behind aza’s left ear. (x) (x) - both these finger tattoos can be located in the places on the images. (x) - this tattoo is dedicated to her brother and can be found on her inner thigh but it is incredibly tiny. (x), (x), (x), (x) - these ones are located in the same places as they are on the images. what can be noticed is that aza has a surprising amount of tattoo’s yes but all are tiny designs and usually incorporate floral elements because she feels such an affliction for flowers, she also prefers to use white ink or red where she can if it works stylistically. finally, she’s hoping to get these (x) with america squad ( @hijinae, @ofdaeseong) as a tribute to their friendship.

MANNERISMS

how does your muse walk?: it’s a bit of a sashay when she’s in the mindframe of getting things done with a lot of hip swinging and fast pace, its not an intentional boss bitch walk but it happens naturally when she’s in a rush. if she isn’t stressed or busy then her walk becomes more of a peaceful and slow paced saunter where she appears to admire or take in her surroundings a little more and get a little zoned out. how does your muse talk?: aza has a delicate and gentle voice, it’s soft and comforting but it’s not quiet at all, she talks clearly and with confidence and when in a position of leadership she can project it without issue. it tends to sound like she’s drawling out words when she’s with those she is comfortable with in a somewhat unintentionally seductive way. she just has a sexy voice asfhfh what can u do. what does their laugh sound like?: twinkly, it comes out in quiet and soft peels and is more akin to a giggle, it kind of lingers in the room long after she’s finished because her laughter is usually short when its genuine as well. how does your muse typically smell?: she favors fruity perfumes which aren’t overpowering but strong enough to catch on the breeze when she moves her hair or embraces someone so scents like patchouli, musk, white amber, grapefruit, wild berries, caramel, praline, jasmine, freesia, peony and pomegranate are some of her favorites. what kind of air do they carry?: somewhat regal, a don’t fuck with me vibe like she’s always sizing you up and knows your next move before even you do to strangers. to friends she’s like a strict but overly affectionate mom. do they have a(ny) catchphrase(s)?: as the legend ariana once said ain’t you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch. what are their nervous ticks?: she runs her hands through her hair a lot, like frequently in a matter of seconds or minutes and pushes it back a lot haphazardly, she also bites her lip or chews things more when stressed.

PSYCHOLOGY

what makes your muse happiest?: spending time with the america squad or ivy since those are her bestest friends, in the past phone calls with her brother really lifted her spirits when she was struggling but its been a while since she’s had one, going out for coffee or picnics in the summer. what upsets them the most?: liars and hypocrites, in general but especially in family dynamics she cannot stand parents who have children and then don’t love them unconditionally as a parent is expected to. she’ll flare up if her friends have family issues and she sees their parents talking down to them automatically because she knows what that feels like and most of the time in her experience with rich upbringing the parents aren’t so perfect either. what are their hobbies? how frequent do/can they do them?: she likes to sketch when designing her fashion and she’s pretty good at painting, likes exploring fashion or art museums and exhibits, likes finding new cafes and quiet restaurants or patisseries for hangout spots, loves spending time in botanical gardens and at the library reading. she’s a bit of an adventurer by nature she just loves to be going places but more quiet hobbies are things like baking, journalism and a bit of blogging. do they have any guilty pleasures?: other than food not really but aza does occasionally enjoy to socially smoke if she goes out partying. she’ll also deny it to all hell and back because sorbet is healthier but she could eat five tubs of ice cream in one evening. is your muse an extrovert or an introvert? neither?: she funnily enough is sort of both, i would say she is more extroverted now because circumstances have definitely forced her to be so if she isn’t working one of her many diverse jobs she is going out and exploring but she used to be a huge introvert. and if there is one sign of rain find her under a duvet with hot cocoa sleeping the day away and marathoning on netflix. do they have high or low self-esteem? what about confidence?: she loves herself what more can i say. she doesn’t believe in vanity she thinks its important to be in love with yourself and i would say her self love comes from a place where it is well earned because she definitely struggled with low self esteem and confidence issues in the past being so silenced and controlled by her father. are they easily stressed and how do they normally respond to it?: definitely, if you worked the way aza does you would be as well. it doesn’t help she’s prone to anxiety attacks from stress so she doesn’t respond very well. if its a minimal amount she can be alright, she tends to just walk away and take a break until her head is clear but sometimes if she is overwhelmed she’ll just break down and cry over the smallest things and shut down on herself, going quiet and unresponsive, she tends to get shaky and her breathing worsens. what is your muses worst fear?: following in her parents footsteps and one day being a neglectful parent, she hates the idea of letting anyone down especially her own potential family. what is your muses biggest dream?: making it as a fashion designer i suppose, she doesn’t want fame especially after seeing how it made her family act with people due to their empire and riches but she wants to live comfortably and be able to show her talents and fresh perspective off more. is your muse a morning person or a night dragon?: definitely a night dragon but she tries to go to bed and get up at the same time when she can because its supposedly healthier to have a routine. how intelligent is your muse? do they acknowledge it?: aza is very cultured and i would say she has a philosophical and extremely open mind. her intelligence is one of the kinds where it is more of wisdom than it is scientific and factual or academic alone. though she did incredibly well with her grades academically she’s still god awful at maths and will not engage with it. describe their sense of humor: dry witted, sarcastic, sometimes dark, crude.

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES

are they currently in any sexual or romantic relationships?: there aren’t any plotted out for aza yet (but like pls do come love her down) but knowing her anyway i’m just going to say she probably is in sexual relationships because aza is prone to having flings. what is their experience with relationships?: OOF its not great, mostly negative since her life has became more stable in daegu she’s slowly starting to feel and receive and learn how to allow herself for healthy ones but in the past she had a lot of fucked up ones due to miscommunication and her fear of commitment primarily. how does your muse view the idea of friends with benefits? have they ever had one? would they ever?: yes yes and yes. BUT aza is way more cautious about it because she’s very aware that usually its a one sided kind of fun where one person ends up falling harder than the other and being hurt. how important is sex to your muse?: i want to say she isn’t that shallow and it isn’t important but... it is, i think for aza its a way to feel things and immerse herself in those emotions without having to feel vulnerable at all but at the same time that only applies to good sexual partners. if not aza thinks sex is just...average at best, its not bad and its not mindblowingly good its just kind of nice for a while and then its done. what are their biggest turn on and turn offs?: OH LAWD, okay well turn on’s: neck biting, choking, broad physique, a lil bit of manhandling like yes slam her against the door and yes pin her down to the table and yes you can lift her and push her on the counter. turn offs: anything too weird like foot fetishes or watersports or something and doNT for the love of god pls don’t ever spank her, she will freak out, spankings are triggers for her big time. does your muse find it easy to make friends?: yeah i mean azami is pretty agreeable, she gets along with basically everyone. its hard for her to have enemies although she may have healthy rivals and frenemies there is never truly really any bad blood between azami and others. she likes to work through the kinks in relationships and she’s stubborn so she won’t give up on people without one hell of a fight. she even tends to stay friends with her ex’s because in her eyes they should be adult and able to wish each other well in their lives and be happy for one another without tension or awkwardness. how important is friendship to them?: considering that for aza her friends have been like her found and chosen family and her only real soulmate connection that runs truly deep in this world is ivy emotionally speaking i think friendship is the most important thing in the world to azami. quantity or quality of friends?: 100% quality of friends how important is family?: suprisingly although azami’s family are trash and can rot she does find them important and she always will love them and she always will wish that her dad was proud of her. also even though she hates that her brother kind of shadows her and makes bad choices bc of it and she shoulders the blame a lot of the time he is the center of her world and she would do anything for him. she hates the fact she couldn’t be there for him the way she wanted growing up and protect him as much as she’d have liked are they close to their family? why or why not ?: hnhh i mean this one is obvious but no she isn’t close to her family. she did not fit the mold of prim and perfect princess who does as daddy says and knows her place without question even if its wrong. her mother simply shut her out as a way to cope with the fact aza wouldn’t pretend like she would. its also to do with the fact that she had aza far too young and didn’t get a chance to live her own life as she constantly made sacrifices for her and to keep the family together but aza doesn’t know so much about all of that.

FAVORITES

activity: reading animal: cats and she likes chinchilla’s beverage: strawberry smoothies and vanilla and honey milkshakes book: milk and honey by rupi kaur color: pastel pink and mustard yellow designer: ralph laurent food: coq au vin and churro’s flower: wisteria gem: garnet holiday: valentines mode of transportation: car or cycling movie: burlesque musical artist: lana del rey quote / saying: l'avoir c'est avoir les étoiles scenery: starry nights in flower covered fields, bright days in quiet secluded peach orchards and strawberry farms. scent: jasmine weather: sunny but with a light breeze vacation destination: bali

ATTITUDES

greatest dream: fashion designer of haut couture dresses greatest fear: letting down her family and loved ones most at ease when: in a quiet cafe getting work done, having a movie night cuddled up with jinae,dae and the cats, shopping and spending time with ivy doing anything really, looking at art or reading poetry in the sunshine. least as ease when: facing unwanted advances, having phone calls with her family, facing a tight deadline with a heavy workload. worst possible thing that could happen: losing the opportunity to be a parent because she’s too afraid of messing her kids up the way she was and losing the chance to be happily married and living alone forever because she can’t open up to someone on that level of vulnerability. biggest achievement: modelling for some lesser known brands and being included in photography shootings for freelance friends. opening up her flower shop and balancing two other jobs as well as her education. being invited to attend some fashion shows by having some designer connections biggest secret: azami doesn’t really like to keep secrets so there isn’t anything scandalous other than the fact that at one point when she was younger she had a slight crush on dae and if anything that’s just laughable to them now so she doesn’t really give it much thought. top priorities: work, coming up with new innovative and fresh ideas for all of her work and not only dedicating herself to her study of and love of fashion, making time for her friends no matter how busy she gets, remembering to go easy on herself and allow herself to take breaks and vacations.

#daegu:task #if u read all of this god bless u and ur crops may u have a fruitful harvest

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imagine-always-and-forever · 6 years

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Flutterings & Tequila – Part 4

A Klaus Imagine

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries and The Originals

Pairing: Niklaus Mikaelson x Reader

Summary: you’ve decided to go clubbing with your best friend the last summer before college starts to take your mind off of the Mikaelsons who have invaded your life this summer. Specifically, you’re trying to distract yourself from Niklaus Mikaelson and the flutterings he has caused you. Tequlia is your friend tonight.

Warnings: language, underage drinking, drunk jerks, typical canon violence

Word count: 2,762

Authors note: thank you so much to everyone who has liked, reblogged, and messaged me about this. I really do appreciate knowing that you’re enjoying this. I hope you enjoy this part as much as the previous ones. Again, I apologize for any mistakes as my internet on my laptop is down so I’m having to do this all on my phone!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“NO!” your best friend gasped. “You can’t do that!”

“I’ve never done one!”

“Perhaps we should save that excitement for another time?” Elijah recommended.

“Fine you party poopers can tap out, but Nik and I are doing it!” You looked at Rebekah. “Are you in?”

“I’m alright,” she said. She leaned back in her chair, glancing at Elijah. They seemed concerned but you didn’t notice. You had always wanted to do a body shot. They did them all the time at parties in movies and on TV shows.

“Okay, me first! Wait, where do you put the shot?” You looked down at your body. There wasn’t really an easy place to put it. You tilted your head in thought, and an idea sprang to life. You looked around until your eyes landed on a glass in front of Rebekah. “Is that water?” you asked. She nodded. “Can I have it?” She nodded hesitantly.

You reached forward and grabbed a napkin on the table and her drink. You stuck half the napkin in the water and squeezed it. Then, you started wiping your neck.

“Y/N!” your best friend laughed.

“What? It’ll be gross otherwise. There’s perfume and body lotion and stuff.” You looked at Klaus. “Is a neck shot okay? Is this not how they’re done? I thought I saw this in a movie once.”

“A neck shot is fine,” Klaus smiled.

“Niklaus,” Elijah warned him.

You paid them no attention as you grabbed the salt and marched over to where Klaus was sitting. He was leaning back in his chair, legs crossed and looking casually splayed out. He smirked up at you and you beamed down at him. He had a very sexy smirk.

“Okay, you gotta lick it so the salt will stick,” you told him.

Klaus all but grinned up at you.

“Niklaus,” Elijah warned him again.

Klaus put his legs down and stood. You tilted your head to the side, giddy with the alcohol in your system still. You could not believe you were actually doing a body shot! And with Nik of all people! You felt his breath on your neck and you smiled at your best friend, who was looking like she had wilted on the seat, and might or might not have been snoring. Klaus licked a stripe across your neck, and you weren’t sure if you were disappointed or relieved that the alcohol had numbed your body.

“Salt,” you ordered.

You handed over the salt and Klaus did the honors. You smiled at Elijah and Rebekah. Both of them were looking concerned. Did vampires have like super high tolerances? Why were they so worried? Surely Klaus would be fine. He didn’t even look tipsy.

“Tequila!” you ordered next.

Klaus tipped some tequila onto your neck, and you laughed as it dripped down into your top. You giggled down at him as he put the bottle down.

“Do you have your lime?” you asked.

He nodded.

“Body shot!” you declared, and he took it as his sign to go.

You felt him lick your neck again and a little shiver went through you this time. Next, he moved onto the tequila, which was more like drips on your skin than an actual shot. You felt him latch onto your neck and suck. Giggling, you moved your head to give him more room without thinking. Klaus sucked harder and you felt something hard and sharp against your skin.

“Nik!” Rebekah yelled at her brother.

Klaus pulled back without a care in the world looking very proud of himself. He casually put the lime in his mouth and sucked, not breaking eye contact with you.

It was really hot in the club.

Shrugging it off, you grabbed the Tequila. “Me next,” you said. “Who am I doing it off?” You looked between Klaus and Elijah. “Elijah want to-“

The sound of shattering glass pulled your attention to Klaus, who with one swoop of an arm, had cleared the table. You gaped. If you got kicked out of this club before you even got to take the shot you’d make Klaus pay. Big bad hybrid or not. Your best friend shot up, wide awake.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Just clearing the table for the body shot,” Klaus explained, but she was already back asleep. He stood causally, taking his time and ignoring everyone else. He shed his jacket, placing it on his chair. He then sat on the table and leaned back, his head dangling off the side. He looked at you. “Are you waiting for an invitation?” he joked.

“Where do you want it?”

Smirking, Klaus lifted his shirt. You stood to the side of him and unceremoniously bent down, leaning over him, and licked a wide stripe across his left hip. You shook the salt onto it, pouring out a generous amount. You picked up the tequila and frowned.

“Where do I pour it?”

“Belly button,” Rebekah replied.

“Please do not encourage this,” Elijah said.

You tipped the bottle and tried to carefully pour a shot into his belly button. “Oops!” you exclaimed as the bottle poured out more than you meant to. You quickly bent down and slurped up the run-off so it wouldn’t be wasted, and without thinking, licked the excess up to his belly button. Below you Klaus’s abdomen tightened as he shivered and you wondered if he was cold. “Okay, ready!”

You picked up the lime and looked around the table. Your best friend was sleeping. Elijah was looking worried and confused, and Rebekah looked fascinated but grossed out. Klaus was waiting patiently, his eyes on the ceiling. You waited until he looked at you, and at the smirk that came across his lips, you took it as your cue.

Bending down, you licked off the salt, feeling his abs and soft skin beneath your tongue. He tasted warm and slightly pine-y. Laughing, you moved on to the tequila. You hesitated for a second, not sure how to do this, but just decided to dive right in. You put your mouth over his belly button and tried sucking the liquid back, using your tongue as a little scoop to get the rest out. Below you, Klaus laughed.

You stood back up and sucked the lime hard.

“That’s harder than it looks!” you said as Klaus got up.

He pulled his shirt down and shrugged his jacket back on. So much for a night without the Mikaelsons, you realized as you took in the three siblings sitting around the table in front of you. As Klaus sat in his chair as you took the tequila and took a swig. No lime or salt this time.

You put it down and stumbled a bit as you tried to turn around to see if you could spot Kol. This seemed to be a family night out so he should be here somewhere. You stumbled again as you turned in a circle, craning your neck to see down the other side of the club. It was too dark to see anyone from up here. At least with your normal eyesight.

“Easy there, love,” Klaus said, reaching out to steady you.

“Perhaps it would be best if you sat down?” Elijah suggested.

You nodded. That sounded good. You could do with sitting down. You’ve been on your feet for hours. The only problem was when you looked around there weren’t any seats to be taken! There were four seats and four people sitting down. Rebekah by the wall, Elijah by her, your best friend by the railing, and Nik by you. Where would you sit?

Maybe you could sit on Nik’s lap. You giggled. You wondered if he had a comfortable lap.

“You tell me,” Klaus smiled mischievously and tugged you towards him.

You frowned. Did you say that aloud?

“Yes,” Elijah replied.

Oh dear. You did that when drunk. You thought you were thinking when you were talking. It never ended well because then you’d think something you didn’t want someone to hear and they’d hear it because you didn’t think it at all but you said it! What if you told them about the flutterings?

“Flutterings?” Klaus asked.

Oops. Distract!

“I can’t sit on you I’m too heavy!” You were nearly eighteen, after all. A full-grown adult. Nearly nineteen!

Klaus laughed and tugged you into his lap. You fell onto him, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you in place. He brought his lips to your ears. “I’m stronger than you think,” he whispered.

There those flutterings were again!

“They’re feelings!” your best friend groaned.

“You’re awake!” you smiled.

“What are these flutterings that you keep mentioning?” Elijah asked.

“Feelings!” your best friend corrected him. “Your highness,” she added tiredly. Elijah’s lip quirked up.

“Feelings?” Klaus asked, his chest rumbling against your back. Flutterings!

“She likes someone,” your best friend told him, over emphasizing the word like.

Somewhere in your drunken mind, alarm bells went off. You tried to think of a distraction. “Lets take another shot!” you suggested.

“I want to hear more about this person you like,” Rebekah said.

“Rebekah,” Elijah warned, but glanced to his brother just as your best friend clarified, “Like likes. Like all summer she’s been hung up on him! She’s basically in love and she won’t even tell me his name! Me! Her best friend! Whoever he is must be pretty great. She goes all red when I mention him.”

“Hey, wait!” you exclaimed, slightly panicked as the Mikaelsons shared serious looks between each other, their minds working it out. “Where’s Kol?” you asked, desperate for a distraction

“He’s out there somewhere,” Klaus brushed off your question. He shifted, causing you to fall further against him and his arm tightened on you. “Now about these… flutterings,” he whispered, an edge of danger in his voice.

“You know what kind of shot I want to do? A blowjob shot,” you said, hopping they’d go with the change of subject. You grinned wide at no one in particular. “Who wants a blowjob?” you asked. You looked at Elijah. “Elijah?”

Elijah was staring past you at his brother while you waited for a reply but he didn’t get to respond as someone cut into the conversation.

“I wouldn’t mind one if you’re handing them out,” Kol said.

You tilted your head back to see him standing behind Klaus, your head coming to rest on Klaus’s shoulder. Klaus’s arms tightened around your waist as he glared at his brother. Kol winked at you.

“Don’t you have humans to terrorize?” he asked his little brother. Kol smirked at him.

“I prefer witches,” he replied. “I saw you at the bar earlier, and I have to say I was quite impressed,” he said to you. Kol’s eyes flicked between his siblings but when they landed on Klaus, they stuck.

You looked between the two brothers, confused about the standoff going on between them. Klaus’s jaw was clenched and you felt a very distinct tension in the air, even through the alcohol in your system. You shifted on Klaus’s lap, drawing his attention.

“He missed the body shots,” you said, saying the first thing that came to mind.

“Well if you want to take your shirt off we could always rectify that,” Kol replied smoothly.

“Kol,” Elijah and Rebekah said sharply.

“Perhaps it’s time for us to retire after all,” Klaus said in a clipped voice.

You frowned and thought about going home. You weren’t sure if you could make it.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Elijah asked.

“None of you get hangovers, right?” Elijah nodded. You turned to look at Klaus easier. “So, if you give me some of your blood, will it cure my hangover?”

Klaus smiled. “Yes.” He leaned in to your ear. “But it comes with a price.”

You pouted. You didn’t have any more money and when this whole drunken state wore off you were going to probably be embarrassed about tonight. You really didn’t want to add hung over to that. Klaus was so close that his full lips brushed against your ear. His breath fanned out against the skin as you waited for him to tell you the price you surely couldn’t pay. It was easy enough for them. Over a thousand years was a long time to secure a small fortune. Plus, they could compel people into giving things they didn’t feel like buying. You had the minimum wage Josie gave you for working at the bookstore during your gap year and that was it!

“You have to agree to go on a date with me,” Klaus whispered, bringing you back to the moment.

You blinked.

A date?

“We can do anything you want,” he added.

You thought for a moment. Where do you want to go with Klaus? Wait. No. You don’t date. You don’t know how to date. You were far too busy with work and learning all you could from Josie to date. You narrowed your eyes at Klaus, who seemed to be watching you intently. There was something in his eyes that made you think, just maybe, he wasn’t as confident at the moment as he seemed to be trying to portray.

“Can we go to an art museum? You can tell me about the paintings,” you said, smiling at the thought. It’s not like you’d actually be going on a date. You were drunk. He clearly had to be drunk. Or bored. Probably bored. Something would come up or he’d just find something better to do. Yeah. You weren’t really going on a date. So what was the harm in planning this theoretical thing?

“Is that a yes?” Klaus asked, and maybe it was because you were still kind of drunk, but he sounded kind of nervous.

“And then for ice cream?” You really liked this one ice cream place next to the museum. Their ice cream cones were done in the shape of roses!

“Anything you want, love,” he smiled against the shell of your ear.

“Okay,” you agreed. “But you also have to get me home!” you added.

“Tonight or on our date?” Klaus asked.

“I can escort the young lady home,” Kol interjected.

“Shut up, Kol,” all three Mikaelson siblings said.

“Both,” you answered, ignoring the youngest Mikaelson. “I don’t think I have enough for a cab,” you giggled sheepishly.

“Now I wonder where your money went?” Klaus teased. You grinned shamelessly. “Are you ready to go?” Klaus asked.

You looked at your sleeping friend. “Yeah, but I think someone might have to help her,” you said as you stood up from Klaus’s lap. You stumbled and Klaus’s hands on your hips were the only things that kept you from falling to the floor. “I might need some help too,” you said. “That stuff was strong.”

“Brother?” Klaus said, looking to Elijah.

Before you knew it, Klaus had you picked up in his arms and Elijah mirrored his actions with your best friend. He was watching his brother closely. Klaus smiled at your laugh as you realized what he had done. You swung your legs and grinned up at Klaus.

He and his siblings vamp sped you and your best friend out the club. A taxi pulled up and Klaus opened it for you. You hopped in as Elijah helped your best friend in on the other side. He bit his wrist and gave some of his blood to her. She didn’t say anything, but you were pretty sure you had some explaining to do the next day.

You looked up to see Klaus standing with his wrist open towards you, a fresh bite on it. You brought it to your lips and sucked. The metallic taste flooded over your tongue and licked your lips.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“I’ll see you for our date,” Klaus smiled back, slightly nervous.

“You’re not coming home?” you asked with a frown, feeling your mind sobering.

“No.” Klaus looked to his siblings. “We have business to take care of,” he explained.

“Oh.”

“Sweet dreams, love,” Klaus said, reaching to shut the door.

“Nik,” you said, before the blood wiped away all your drunken courage. He stopped, looking at you. “You make me flutter,” you said in a rush.

A genuine smile spread on his face, creasing his eyes and lighting him up. It was a beautiful sight. You watched him shut the door, his blue eyes never leaving you. The car pulled away from the curb and you watched him disappear into the distance as you thought about your upcoming date, your chest fluttering.

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We can Be a family

Here have this garbage I wrote a while ago StarDew Vallet ElliottXFarmer MPREG famfic

Lysander angrily ripped apart yet another letter, his husband watched him in concern.

“Ly...” Elliott said as he placed the dishes back into the sick and walked over and wrapped his arms around him. “Don’t think too hard about them okay?” He asked slowly taking the pieces. Elliot looked at some of the writing that was still intact. He sighed as he saw it was another letter from Lysander’s parents. He didn’t know much about Lysander’s parents, he did know they got into a fight right before he had moved to stardew valley.

“I’m going to help out the wizard.” Lysander said as he walked away from the table.

“If you go into town be careful, Coraline and Jody are on the prowl.” Elliott said.

“Ah yeah.” Lysander laughed “I mentioned I was thinking about a baby and they were all over me. Giveing pamphlets and all that stuff.” Elliot laughed as Lysander left.

Lysander was in the fields tending to the crops, he suddenly felt ill. He put his hand over his mouth as he convulsed and tried to run into the house. He fell and vomited on the ground before him. Elliott ran out of the house and threw himself down next Lysander. He rubbed his back and he continued to vomit.

Once he had lost everything in his stomach he limply fell against Elliot as he was heavily breathing.

“Damn Ly.” Elliott said as he stroked Lysander’s head

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what's wrong with me.”

“It's okay you just need some rest.” Lysander shook his head.

“I threw up yesterday and the day before.”

“Ly.” Elliott sounded concorde. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was a bug hoping it would be gone.”

“Why don’t you go into town and see Harvey, i’ll change the bed sheets.”

“I’m...” Lysander was choking on his words, Elliot rubbed his eyes. He was just awoken from a nap after his husband had returned from the doctor. “I’M PREGNANT!” He yelled, Elliot jumped out of bed, he pulled his husband in for a kiss before dropping to his knees and rubbed his face against lysander’s belly.

“A baby.” Elliot laughed laughed “A baby in your belly.” He sounded like a kid as he peppered kisses over Lysander’s belly. “I can’t wait to tell everyone.”

“You can do that i’m going to get something to eat.” Lysander said as he left for the kitchen. Elliot jumped up and followed him quickly sliding in front of Lysander,

“There are things you aren't going to put in your body.” Elliott said

“Elliott.” Lysander groaned

“Our baby is going to be healthy, i’ll make you something.” Elliott said as he rummaged in the fridge handing Lysander an apple before pulling other items out. Lysander soon finished his apple and looked back over at Elliot who was busy cooking.

Once he was finished he gave Lysander a bowl full of beef stew. He quickly ate it, Elliot looked back an smiled.

“Someone is hungry.” Elliott said as he rubbed Lysander’s belly. “You do have to be careful of what you eat or you’ll gain too much weight.”

“I can work it off in the field...the plants.” Lysander looked out the window.

“I’ll take care of them.” He said as he kissed Lysander “You just eat and take care of yourself.”

Lysander looked at himself in the mirror. He grabbed and poked at his belly, he wasn't showing but his abs were now gone and replaced with flab. Elliot watched him from the bedroom with fondness.

“Am I still...am I still cute?” Lysander asked

“Of course you are. If anything your belly is cute too.” Lysander smiled as he rubbed his belly.

“Hear that daddy said you were cute. Now you have to grow nice and big for him.”

“And if there is more than one of you, make room for you sibling.” Elliott said surprising Lysander as he put his hands over Lysander’s belly.

“We should pick out a name.” Elliot said as he kissed Lysander’s neck.

“I like Vivian for a girl.”

“Then how about Valdis for a boy. We can call the baby V till they are born.”

“I like that.” Lysander said as he nuzzled against Elliot.

Lysander stared down at yet another letter from his parents. He put his hand over his belly, it had grown a sizable amount. He still was in his normal back shirt but it was now tight on his belly. He sighed, not knowing if he finally caved or if it was hormones but he opened up the letter and read it.

It was just them saying they wanted to hear from him. He was never going to reply to him as he was thinking of the last time he saw his parents.

“I’m going to live in grandpa’s old house.”

“You are not!” Lysander’s father yelled

“Why?” Lysander asked as he tried to get in through the door of the house.

“My father was a no good lazy bum who died without a penny to his name. If you are going to live in this world you need to work for someone else.” Lysander huffed

“Doesn't matter i’m doing it.” He said. Lysander’s dad shoved him

“You're never going to get anywhere in your life, if you leave you better not speak to us again. You ungrateful little shit.”

“Shut up old man.” Lysander said, his dad punched him sending him to the comment. He could hear his mother crying from within the house.

“GET OFF MY PROPERTY!” His father yelled Lysander said nothing as he got up and left hoping to never seeing them again.

Lysander winced and put his hand underneath his belly. He felt arms wrap around him and take the letter from him and crumpled it up.

“Stress is not good for the baby.” Elliott said, he was trying to rip apart every letter from Lysander's folks before he could get to it. He did tell him after, the stress of whatever happened between the two seemed too intense for his frail condition. He moved his free hand to cup the lower part of Lysander’s belly and he stroked it with his index finger.

“I know...I normally don’t read them.” He sighed “But I don’t need my parents when I have you.” Lysander said as he kissed Elliott.

Lysander was placing a large stuffed rabbit in the baby’s room. It was another gift from the people in town. Everyone was so excited to have a new life brought into the small valley. Elliott soon followed. He was never far from Lysander now the moment he had to start buying new shirts.

Lysander's belly was much larger now. He was having a harder time moving around Elliot watched as he slowly rose back to his feet but halfway he stopped. Lysander put his hand on his belly as his eyes widened.

“Elliot.” He murmured but Elliott rushed to Lysander's side and out his hand on Lysander’s belly. He felt a firm kick against his hand. He smiled wide as the baby moved and shifted under his hand. Elliott sniffed and wiped away his tears as they fell from his eyes.

Lysander was sitting on the floor he was slowly stroking his belly. He ran his finger over his belly button that now stuck out from his body. It was noticeable under his shirt, Elliott thinks it was the cutest thing. He felt the baby kick against his hand, Lysander smiled as he pat the place wher

e he felt the baby kick. The baby kicked back, and kicked back hard. The skin on Lysander’s belly stuck out

“Owww don’t do that, that hurts daddy...” There was a loud thump and Elliott ran into the living room. He looked panicked

“LY!” He yelled, Lysander laughed as he leaned back and rubbed his belly.

“V was just kicking me a little hard.” Lysander winked, Elliott still looked worried as he sat down and rubbed Lysander’s belly.

“V be nice to your daddy, your a rare occurrence be nice to him.” He said as leaned down and kissed Lysander’s belly a soft kick was placed against his lips.

“Hey V, do you like your daddy more than me?” Lysander asked Elliot laughed as he nuzzled the belly.

Elliott has his head resting on Lysander’s belly. He tried not to put too much pressure on it. He had a notebook next to him as he wrote out bullet points for his next book. He laughed quietly when he felt the baby kick the back of his head. Lysander rubbed the part of his belly that was not covered by Elliots head.

“Do you wanna know what happened between me and my parents.” Lysander said, Elliot looked up at Lysander and frowned.

“No, that will cause you too much stress.”

“It causes me stress having it on my chest, you have been completely honest with me and you don’t know anything about them.”

“I know they are shit heads, that's all I need.” He said

“You're not wrong. My dad hated my grandfather and when I said I was coming to live out here they kicked me out.”

“You were still living with your parents and 20.”

“Yeah, they didn’t let me move out but they kicked me out and told me never to speak to them again.”

“Now out of nowhere they want to be in your life.” Elliot sighed “Shit heads.” He said as he moved and put his hand on Lysander's belly. “I’ll protect you from your mean grandparents. They won't ever be in your life for long.” He said as he kissed Lysander’s belly.

Lysander was sitting on the floor watching TV, he was softly rubbing his belly when there was a ring at the door. Elliott had gone into town to get a few items for dinner and new fertilizer.

“Gimmie a minute.” Lysander called out as he slowly rose to his feet. He grabbed the door and the moment he turned it the door flew open and his father stood there a scowl on his face. Lysander stepped back as his parents shoved their way into his home. Lysander’s father looked down and his face became red with rage as he saw Lysander’s belly. He quickly threw his arms over his belly in defence. Lysander’s mother put her hand over her mouth

“Lysander how could you do this to us.” His father said, his voice was full of disappointment and rage

“We raised you better than this.” His mother said as she lowered her hand. “Why did you do this to us.” Lysander ran his hand through his hair and laughed

“Why? How about the fact you two kicked me out and told me to never speak to you again!”

“For fuck sake Lysander look at you.” His father gestured to Lysander’s large belly “You're pregnant!”

“So? You threw me out and sold all of my belongings!”

“Do NOT talk to me and your mother like that. We are you parents and grandparents of that baby of a penniless bum inside you.”

“Elliot is not a bum!” Lysander was furious “He has been nothing but kind to me, and all you people do is cause me stress. Which is bad for MY baby.”

“You are our baby Lysander. We love you.” His mother spoke

“Where was that love when you kicked me out with only 500g huh?” Lysander stepped back again, his hands were placed firmly in defence on his belly.

“Lysander please we want you in our lives again, we want your baby in our lives.”

“Elliot and I don’t want you in our baby’s life, and I don’t want you back in mine.”

“I SAID DO NOT TALK TO ME OR YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT!” Lysander’s father raised his hand in anger. As he brought it down Elliott ran in front of Lysander and took the hit, he glared at Lysander’s father.

“Get out of my house.” Elliott demanded

“How dare you!” Lysander’s father yelled, Elliott balled his fist

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” He demanded again. Lysander’s father opened his mouth to say something but he punched him in the face sending him to the floor. He held his cheek and looked up at Elliot before he rose to his feet gave Elliott a glare before him and LYsander’s mother leave.

“Those were my parents.”

“Shit heads.” Elliott said, he looked back at Lysander. “You feeling okay.”

“Ye-” Lysander stopped and grabbed ahold of Elliott’s shoulder as a piercing pain rippled through his body “Am-am I in Labor?!” Lysander asked scared, Elliott pulled him as close as he could get and placed his hand firmly on Lysander’s belly.

“No, just a hick that's all but seeing your folks must have been too much stress for your weak body.” Elliott said. “Why don't you take a nap while I get dinner ready.”

Lysander walked into the living room after he had just gotten out of the bath. Lysander slowly started to sit down.

“Hey.” Elliott stood up “Sebastian was here, he wants to know if you wanted to go hang out with him and Sam.” Elliott said. Lysander stopped trying to sit and stood up straight. “You haven’t been out much this past few months.” Lysander laughed as he rubbed his belly

“I do feel like I am getting cabin fever.”

“It would be good for V to meet others.” Lysander walked over and struggled to get his shoes on. Elliott resisted the urge to get up and help him. Once he had gotten his shoes on he waved goodbye to Elliott.

Lysander stopped as he made it to the outside of the house he was panting and holding his belly. He grunted as he continued inside, Robin and Demetrius were talking behind the counter. The moment he walked in they stopped and stared at him

“Oh look at how big you are.” Robin cheered happily and she ran over to him “My I?” She asked, lysander nodded as she gleefully rubbed his belly. “Boy or girl?”

“Don’t know, we want it to be a surprise.” Lysander laughed

“Oh I wish my little Sebby would give me grandchildren.” She laughed ”Oh right he's down stairs sorry for distracting you.” She said, Lysander waved as he went downstairs. Before he opened the door he put his hand over his belly as the baby kicked and moved around.

“V come on.” He sighed as he felt the baby slow down. He nervously opened the the door. Sam put down the comic he was reading and Sebastian looked toward the door.

“Hey.” Sebastian said as he got out of his chair. “It's been a long time since i’ve seen you.” He said, Lysander thought it would have been awkward but Sebastian was pretty normal.

“Holy shit your stomach is huge Lysander.” Sam said, Sebastian glared at him.

“Sam don’t be rude. Come on let's play a game.” He said, Lysander slowly tried to sit his belly causing him some trouble. Sam and Sebastian exchanged looks before Lysander slowly sat down.

“So Elliott breathing down your neck?” Sam asked

“Sam!”

“No it's okay, he's pretty protective over me and V.”

“V?” Sebastian asked

“Oh that's what we are calling the baby.”

“That's cute.” Sebastian said. Lysander inhaled sharply inhaled and put his hand on his belly. Sam bolted up and he looked panicked.

“WHAT IS HAPPENING!” He yelled, once the pain subsided he laughed.

“No it's okay V just kicked in the wrong place.” Sam looked embarrassed as he sat down again.

“Must be tough.” Sebastian said

“It hurts from time to time but I do what I can. Elliott is really excited about it.” He laughed “It's hard to keep his hands off my belly.” He smiled

“Well let's get started then.” Sebastian said as he pulled out the game board

“Man that was a good game Ly.” Sebastian said, Lysander laughed

“Sorry about me stopping ever so often to pee.”

“Well your bladder must be crushed under V.” Sam said

“We'll have to teach V to play when they are older.” Sebastian laughed

“Yeah, its getting late better get home before Elliot runs a rampage in the town looking for me.” This time Sam helped Lysander to his feet. As he was walking up the stairs he stopped as pain rippled through his belly. He groaned as he bent over and out a little pressure on his belly.

“D-did V kick again?” Sam asked

“N-no It was j-just a hick.” He said

“H-hick?”

“A braxton hick, false contraction. I mean I am at the last few weeks.”

“Shit you're at the last few weeks?” Sebastian looked panicked as he got close to Lysander. “Shit man you didn’t have to come.”

“I wanted too.” Robin walked past the stairs and stopped and walked back and looked down at Lysander who was on the stars.

“OH MY GOD DID YOUR WATER BRAKE!?” She yelled as she ran down the stairs.

“No, just a hick.” He said as she helped him to his feet.

“Sabby let's help him home.” Robin said, Sebastian said nothing as he helped Lysander up the stairs.

“Hey Ly you awake?” It was late at night and Lysander had trouble sleeping. He turned to Elliot who had his head propped up on his hand.

“Yeah i’m awake.” He said

“I’ve been reading and if you don’t need a c section think you could have the baby here?” He asked “it’d have to be in a smaller room like my study. Lysander felt Elliott's other hand drift over to Lysander’s bare belly and he stroked it lovingly. Lysander smiled as he put his hand over Elliotts.

“As long as you're with me.” Lysander snuggled closer to Elliott. When Elliott took his hand of Lysander’s belly the baby started to move around and kick again. Lysander started to scream.

It was the spring dance, Lysander was sitting Next to Elliott and George. This was his first time being out and about so much since he found out about his pregnancy. George was being nice to him too, he was also thankful he didn’t see his parents since Elliott slugged them. Harvey stopped and talked to the two for a bit. Lysander was not due till next week but early labor could happen if something happens.

Once the dance was over lysander felt a bit of discomfort. As he slowly rose to his feet the discomfort turned to pain. He grabbed Elliots shoulder and balled his coat in his fist.

“Ly?” Elliott asked, Lysander grunted in pain. “Ahh ah AHHH!” He yelled out in pain, liquid poured down Lysander’s pants.

“V...V is coming...” He groaned, Elliott was in a picnic, Harvey rushed to Lysander’s side as slowly helped him walk but just as they reached the exit Lysander screamed as pain rippled through his body.

“Lysander?” Harvey asked

“H-hurry!” He yelled as he gripped his belly

“I-i think your contractions are too close together.” Harvey said

“I AM NOT HAVING V IN THE WOODS!” Lysander yelled, Elliott grabbed Lysander and held him in his arms.

Lysander let out a loud scream, He had his fists balled in Elliott’s shirt as he pushed.

“Lysander the shoulders are next, that's the most difficult part.” Harvey said

“Ly...Ly come on it's okay, it's okay. You want to hold V in your arms right?” Elliott said as he stroked Lysander’s sweaty cheek. With one more scream and push there was another cry heard in the room. Lysander felt hot tears well up in his eyes, Havray left the room, after a few moments Lysander slowly sat up. Elliott quickly helped Lysander sit up as they waited for Hearvy to return.

Hearvy returned into the room with a little blue bundle.

“I-is that.” Lysander begane. The budle was placed into his arms.

“Meet your newborn son.” Harvey said, he watched the two for a moment before he left out the door

“Hey there Valdis.” Elliott said. The baby cooed, Elliott started to cry as he extended his finger and the baby grabbed ahold of Elliot's finger. “You did good Ly, hes so cute.” Elliott said as he cried.

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Become A WEIGHT TRAINING EXERCISE Lion

This may be the hardest article I've ever had to write, it really is the very first time I've admitted, that I might be getting older. ROB! Yes, we are receiving older but, remember the rest of the sentence...AND BETTER! Most of us remember Mufasa! The solid, brave, protecting, heroic lion from the Lion King. Make without doubt about it Mufasa was The King!! That's right just like Elvis (showing my age group). Mufasa died fighting heroically to safeguard his satisfaction now. I'm not saying it had been age group that was his undoing. BUT who knows, if he had changed his training strategy during the last few years-trained just a little smarter......probably he wouldn't have gone his battle in the gym and had even more in the tank on game time. Could the results have been different??? Ok! back again to real life or at least my edition of it. Tammy Renee my Mufasa (boss, greatest friend, blah blah blah) provides approached me more than once about writing an article designed to help the ageing athlete. That is right, us siblings in Iron are sportsmen. My thoughts were....why would I end up being asked by her? What perform I understand about aging athletes?? I train as i have always.......I'm a global champion! Hello there!! earth to rob..you're 51 years outdated!! You are a mature athlete!!!! WOW!! It dawned on me then ..the things I i did so all night take me forever to accomplish now...BUT that is clearly a different story. We can save that for a different content. GINA - Aging sportsmen? Oh my....Can't we come up with a more correct term politically? lol Rob, haven't you noticed 40 is the new 30, 50 is the new 40? I actually injured my shoulder winning the W.A.B.D.L. Masters Bench Press Globe Championship in 2005. I competed in Bodybuilding in 2006 coming in 4th place in the W.B.F.A Team USA vs the World competition. I thought that easily actually got my conditioning right down to a research and came in shredded I could do some harm in 07. I thought then...am I a bodybuilder really? Is normally that where my interest is? My pal, occasional training partner and incredible powerlifter Phil Davi was in the fitness center working out. He talked me into seeing what I got on the bench that day time. Now I hadn't benched weighty in a long time. To say my initiatives were sloppy would be an understatement. However I did so max out in the 455lb range somewhere. For those of you at home and especially us Mufasa types....PLEASE don't get a max out from the crystal clear blue and wonder why you obtain injured. Some people are slow learners just. Phil checked out the existing world records in the alphabet soup of powerlifting agencies and discovered with some schooling, I would be right there and perhaps able to break a global record or 2 in the bench press for my generation and weight course. I actually asked my good friend, fellow article writer, fitness model, fitness competitor, amount competitor, fitness center owner, fitness expert of the entire year, one of the hottest Mothers and hottest women on the planet........drum roll.......... Gina Ostarly what she thought which was her response: "I am 99.9 % sure you ALREADY 'know" the answer...so this is just a 2nd thumbs up...I think.....I always go with my interest....whats in my heart...sounds like yours is in power lifting....always has been...As long as your 2005 injury is healed and can not hinder you...go for the record! The only reason I've not made it back to fitness .....is because my body won't allow it all...We keep getting harm...hell getting old...haha...but, I have not given up....in the suggest time I will be the very best figure competitor I could be.... From the source want Gina how may i not listen. Okay...that I understand now, I am growing older let's implement a few of our fresh found knowledge, in my own quest to set the 50 to 54 age course 220 lb pounds class bench press world record. My recuperative skills are not what they were in the past. I've had to create this concession to age group already. So over-teaching is a large issue around babyboomers. I have been guilty of the especially, In my over zealousness to earn championships, break information, play soccer or what have you I want to go obtain it and throw caution to the wind just. Well, after a torn hamstring, torn bicep, ligament harm in both ankles, sore knees and over all everyday aches and pains. Training: Okay hear we go. People talk to me on a regular basis if I reside in the fitness center or how many hours a day time do I workout?? There is a period when I would train with weights 6 days weekly and do cardio 6 or seven days a week. that was a couple of years ago. The cardio part especially, that was more for sports activities than for appearances. once I used powerlifting I think my just cardio was operating from the couch to the refrigerator. (Gina) Rob, people talk to me the same issue or make the assumption, " all day long must be educated by you, everyday." Well, my secret is CONSISTENCY, as time passes. Its not really about how much you do "this week" or "this month" Getting and residing in form is a prolonged dedication. Its doesn't imply killing yourself all night in the gym, it about creating stability and living realistically. Training 2-3 days weekly CONSISTENTLY will yield a better result in a calendar year than somebody who works out everyday for a week skips 3, functions how hard direct for 3 weeks.....drops off the true face of the planet earth for 2 months....etc....You get my point. My teaching had remained the same for several years basically. Pushes on Mon & Wed - ie.. chest, shoulders, tri's & abs Pulls on Tues & Fri - ie.. back again, bi's and obliques Legs & lower back again on Wed & Sat - Wed will be more squat oriented . Sat will be more deadlift oriented Based on what We was training designed for my weights might vary but also for the the majority of part the scheme was the same. As I stated cardio was as required. EASILY was trying to accomplish something where I needed to move actually. I would run or play basketball. EASILY was training for something where movement wasn't a concern...believe me I wouldn't move. The heaviest I've ever weighed was 277 in 2003. Breathing was a problem, my ex said during the night I snored like a rhino in high temperature. When breathing becomes a nagging problem it may be time to go back to the drawing board. That is while you are still able to draw.....My blood pressure I'm sure was sky high....never had it checked. I was the epitome of the ostrich strategy. Keep my head in the sand and what I don't know won't harm me. Training Mufasa: Ok! For us old lions...what can be done? Get yourself a physical: That's right! First factor head to your Doctor get a complete check-up and make sure that finely tuned or at least soon to be finely tuned machine is ready to go. Shed a few pounds: For the majority of us that is probably the first plan of action. Help to make it less complicated on those muscle tissues and joints (not to mention your mate) and drop a few. In case you are still fighting trim you get yourself a gold star here but I'd like a notice from your own significant other, just in case you're filled with it. Do cardio: I've dropped from an average fat of approx. 265 to now even more in the 225lb range. My heart, my joints, my blood pressure and my puppy Hank (the rhino in heat noises musta taken there toll) are thankful. Although I significantly changed my diet to get right down to 215 for the BB contest. I have since been eating a complete lot more but daily cardio sessions have kept my weight down. Not to mention again the primary muscle, my center (yes I have one) is appreciative. So for all of us Mufasa's cardio is crucial. Listen to the body: Train together with your mind, not over it. No, that can be done over head presses still. Just use common sense in your workout routines. Pass feel whether it's there and you feel like lifting a little heavier go for it. If not. listen to your body. Cool off the heavier weights for a good work out or 2. Don't pressure it! Consider shorter rest periods and go just a little lighter. There are way's of keeping your workout strength without setting world or also personal records. Go for QUALITY not Volume, and yes Rob, always pay attention to your body! Great suggestions. There are therefore many variants of you skill when exercising. Hardly ever feel like you need to "force thru it." Dealing with the big headed attitude could have you pushing for the LAST TIME! Don't overtrain: As I mentioned earlier. I was and at times am still, a habitual overtrainer. This correlates with the above directly. Listen to the body. Over teaching at this stage of the overall game, is more detrimental than when we are younger. As a young child we can get away with a little more. Today all we're gonna obtain is a severe limp and some catabolism on top of that. Seriously, this is not a joke. DO NOT OVERTRAIN. For the majority of us, three resistance training sessions weekly should fill up the bill. Use the K.We.S.S. (keep it basic stupid) in your workouts. Work each muscle mass group once a week. Nutrition: Nourishment is up to 80% of the battle. Breakfast is either the most or second most important meal of the full day. Your post workout meal is definitely it's competition. Be sure to eat protein with each meal. Start your day a good hearty breakfast. This gets the machine which is certainly you in movement. Look at the body as a furnace, you should gasoline it to maintain it burning properly. Obtain it started very first thing each morning (breakfast) and maintain fueling it every 3 hours. Look at a fire, you don't throw all of the logs on simultaneously. Throw a log in at even intervals and it will burn efficiently. Throw them all in simultaneously (supper) and it'll smother and fail. Avoid the All-American meal program. The coffee is known by you and a doughnut for breakfast, more espresso and a Hostess cake off the roach trainer for break period. Deli sandwich, coke and a handbag of chips for lunch. Then devour what ever the heck you may get your hands on for dinner not to mention our 2 Vermont buddies Ben and Jerry or Krispy Kreme (right Gina??) before bed. Post workout beverage: This along with breakfast is very important. Your post workout drink should contain a quality protein drink with some simple carbs (dextrose). More hints You need to take advantage of the window of opportunity right here 30 to 45 min. after your exercise. You body is in an emergency state right here and is preparing to make use of these crucial nutrients. Glucosamine and chondroitin: This have already been a miracle treat for me. Remember they take up to 30 day's to get into your system and don't stop acquiring them once you start to experience better......or back to painsville!!! As you can see a little modification here and there and some common sense is all that is needed!! As Gina so aptly put it " we are getting older but remember all of those other sentence..... AND BETTER"

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Progress Report

Weight 131.6lb

Another big drop!! This is awesome! I don’t know if it will stay off yet, still going to have to see what my net loss is on Monday, but I am getting pretty low numbers which is actually pretty awesome! Meals were similar, breakfast was fruit and yogurt and then lunch was actually Salmon and asparagus. I only had two waters today.

Mid-day was intense for workout, class was pretty good intensity, but I didn’t get the same number of rounds of sparring that I usually do so that makes me worry about my weight tomorrow a little bit. I know that I can’t focus on the day-to-day weights, but I don’t know it just gets hard not to when I start making so much progress. Also got 17th day of abs done!!

(don’t read please just a tangent)

I had an absolutely AWFUL day today. It started off okay, my weight was good, I had my water which made me happy, and we were actually getting to workout at the right time. Things were going great.

Until they weren't.

We had gotten to the gym on time and my sister and I had started our bag work. Now, I really hate mid-day because its really hard. Like, I want to keep a SUPER high intensity even though I’m probably pretty dehydrated (only getting one water at that point) I’m wearing three layers of clothing (a shirt and two overcoats) so that I can sweat it out, and its getting towards the end of week that I’m still doing this trying to keep the same intensity level. This is really difficult, so I get a little frustrated when my parents fuck off during workout. Sometimes they will dance around and mess with the bags while we are trying to work, other times they will screw with each other to try and provoke the other, and sometimes they just horse around and get in the way. It’s not just like this at the gym though, they do this when we are trying to do our school work and lessons, they do this when we are trying to get ready for bed, its just non-stop with them. And the worst part? They usually end up pissing each other off in the process. My dad will get a little too rough when punching or twisting wrists, hurts my mom physically but also emotionally sometimes when he won’t stop, and then my dad gets mad because he thinks that my mom is just overreacting and then feels like she’s not nice and doesn’t like him. Since I am in the middle of the most intense part of my day, I get sick of baby sitting them to make sure no ones feelings get hurt or no one actually gets hurt because they don’t want to work out. Well, just like normal, they started fucking around in the gym and antagonizing each other. All of a sudden I heard my mom say “Ouchy!”. I could feel my blood beginning to boil before I even looked at them and yelled “would you stop punching her?!?”. When I looked over, my mom was actually doubled over and my dad looked like he had been a caught sibling trying to keep their little sister quiet after they had accidentally hurt them (I should know this look, I had it a lot when my sister and I were little). I didn’t know that my dad had actually hit her hard enough to knock the wind out of her initially, I was just sick of hearing them fuck around during the workout. However, before I could explain or do anything, my dad got SUPER pissed off at me because he thought that I thought, that he was trying to hurt her on purpose and I felt like my mom was in danger. He then told my that it was “none of my fucking business and to stay out of it”. He was then mad at my mom for being overdramatic about the situation and for starting a fight between them and me and him.

First off, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!? I should be able to say not to hit my family and not expect that kind of reaction. I know that he wasn’t trying to hurt her (trust me there have been plenty of times when he has hit her with the intention of hurting her) I knew that they were just fucking around. But before I could even explain why I had said what I had said, he just immediately assumes that he knows exactly what I am thinking and heaven forbid if I ever actually tried to tell him what I was actually thinking. I’ve learned over the past 18 years that if you want to be done with his tantrum and pouting, just never say a word. Just let him think what he is going to think and continue with two and three word answers such as “I’m so sorry” “I’m sorry” and “you’re right, this is my fault I’m sorry for ruining your day/night”. Even then, you will have to go through multiple rounds of this before he decides that he is done being mad. It’s kinda like a boss fight. You have to learn the attack patterns and then respond appropriately. If you don’t then this makes him mad all over again and you’re just starting back at square one, which just makes it a longer day for me. I’ve really learned the meaning of the phrase “Would you rather be happy or right at the end of the day”. I feel like it actually, makes me more like a robot than a person. I used to actually feel bad when I hurt my dad’s feelings. But now? There isn’t anything that he won’t get mad at. Not to mention that he has actually mentally, emotionally and physically hurt my mom and me (not so much my sister, I protect her from a lot and she’s still a baby so he doesn’t like to treat her like that) So I don’t feel like his feelings getting hurt is as important. I just want to get through my day so I can survive the next until I can get to college and be by myself. So, if that means I have to apply a few video game strategies in order to make it through this, then I will. Not to mention, if you feel so insecure, or if you have done something so bad in the past that you assume that I just think you meant to hurt her, then maybe its time to look at yourself and see why you are feeling that way. He was upset for the rest of the day and froze me and my mom out until he decided that he was done being mad at us like right before we left for teaching classes.

Then, when we got home, he wanted to talk about how depressing his life is and how he hates everything about his life. He hates his job (which he frequently gets to take naps in the middle of the day during, gets to do from home, gets a company car, and a large salary) he hates living where we live (Why? because he thinks its depressing, no real reason) He hates that he has all the pressure to take care of everyone, and that he has sacrificed everything for this family.

First off, I can tell you how great it feels when your father basically just calls your existence a burden. Really makes you feel good about yourself. Second, I would like to point out that all my dad did before he had our family was bounce around from one job to the next or was in jail/ prison. He isn’t giving up a whole lot but a life behind bars without us. Not to mention, that my sister, my mom, and I all do everything he wants to do anyway. He wants to go out and drink? my mom will go so that she can drive him home. He wants my sister and I to loose twenty pounds in three months? Almost feels impossible, but we will find a way and not worry him with it. He gets to eat whatever he wants because we will go and get it for him. His life is not that bad. Not to mention that my sister and I have never asked him to pay for a bunch of stuff. He thinks that he needs to maintain this big job, but he doesn’t have to. My sister and I have always been able to roll with whatever our family has needed in good times and bad. You need us to be in the back of the car? Alright, you could leave us there for hours and we would be perfectly content just talking to each other. We haven’t ever asked for anything, or wanted anything that might be an expense for the family. We lived with him in a small 1 bedroom apartment and my sister and I just thought it was cool that they had a little outside area that looked like a park. He was the only one mad that we were living there. I think the truth of the matter is, is that he doesn’t like living in cheap places and doesn’t want to admit he’s the problem. If he hates his job so much then he should quit it. He has gotten several other job offers for the same income level, or for only slightly less. But he always blows them off or deicides not to do one of the tests they ask him to do because he feels like he’s too good for that. Its like the scene in “Good Will Hunting” when all these people are offering him jobs and he keeps finding something wrong with them.

He has all the opportunity to change anything any time he wants. Its simply that he doesn’t want to, and that he wants something to be mad about.

I couldn’t care less if its true, but stop blaming my mom, my sister, and I because your unhappy with the decisions you’ve mad in the past and are still making.

I’m just mad I guess. Not anyone's fault.

I’m a little worried about weight for tomorrow just because I didn’t get the same amount of rounds as I normally do.

Anyways, wish me luck. Good night. See you tomorrow.

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themanicgalaxy · 4 years

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SPN 2X15 Tall Tales

aight, let’s do this...vaguely dark academia looking thing

ooo spooky lady in dress

Professor is..horny? i think?

is she like...a killer?

Do not...sleep with...the weird lady

At least he’s...trying to let her down...points for that?

WHY ARE YOU GETTING CLOSER NO

Dammit teach, what the fuck

ah so she’s like...undead

“don’t you want me” the absolute GALL of this show to imply monsterfuckers don’t exist

HOLY FUCK THAT’S GABRIEL! THAT’S GABRIEL! OH WAIT I’M EXCITED

solid sibling behavior

“Stop eating on my bed”

“How’s the research going, NERD”

He Dean took Sam’s computer or something because he thinks Sam messed up his car

AH THE TRICKSTER! GOD PLEASE PLEASE BE GABRIEL PLEASE

...he had wife and kids....sir you teach morality

Sam faking being a college kid is HILARIOUS

ROOM 669! I REALIZE ROOM 666 but 69 is OBJECTIVELY FUNNY

Dean is proceeding to get COMPLETELY shitfaced

you know what good for him

this is a SEVERELY awkward scene

WAIT ALTERNATE RETELLINGS! WAIT NO I LIKE THIS

I’m crying, the way they’re portraying Dean is just varying wildly, where even is Sam, I need this

SAM IS LIKE BaSIC WHITE gIRLING IT IM CRYING

BLaHLaHBLaH

BHDFPSPI IM CaCKLING

oh it’s Sam’s retelling, why he’s more smiley than normal

And Dean with the mouthful of chocolate

G A B R I EL G A B R I E L G AB RIEL

I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A LITTLE SHIT HE’S ACTING LIKE

God knowing this context is just Feeding Me

A L I E N S !

he’s straight up hallucinating

HE’S SLOW DANCING WITH ALIENS

THE ALIEN MADE YOU HIS B I T C H

“you’re exaggerating” “no” (in unison)

Sam saying therapy buzzwords in Dean’s flashback is FHIPASHI

“too precious for this world”

“they’re almost poetic. Actually, more like a limerick” that’s honestly a fun line I like that line

Sam panics over his computer, yeah we all have that Thing

“what’s wrong with my food””IT’s DARWINISM” “I like it”

disrespecting the Life he doesn’t actually wanna live smh

ok but going after dicks....do you really have to stop it

the literal PIECES of the man

THE MONEY CLIP

Sam watches John Mulaney confirmed

also meant to say, Gabriel is so SHORT compared to like both six feet brothers

THE WRESTLING SCENE

BOBBY IS SO DONE WITH THEM

He DADS THEM SO HARD

“no he did not steal your computer, no he did not slash your tires”

Loki, Anansi, those I recognize

“knock them down a peg” Gabriel, while that doesn’t mean murder, I appreciate you

Sweet tooth

“you’re mr. perfect” oh YIKES will that never be addressed again

ooo stained glass imagery, nice nice

I feel like they have to retcon him as an angel, but still thriving with it

the FUCKING ORGY SET UP

is it a threesome? I don’t know how this works

IS that lorelei? from gilmore girls

“I’m gonna have to pass” THE VOICE CRACK

This whole thing is Insanely creepy vibes, jkjkjsafdj

“you shouldn’t have come alone” BOBBYYY COMES IN!

this is very old horror movie actually, that’s fun

Oo that’s gotta hurt

Dean liked this guy’s style that’s just Fun

they...literally stopped...just before sorry I hate them

“you guys are breaking my heart can we please leave” hAAA

OF COURSE HE ISN’T DEAD I WAS WONDERING

aight wrap-up:

1. Yes, it’s a trend for me to dislike plot episodes, but that’s only the Sad Angst Plot episodes. Shit like this? absolutely WILD, I enjoyed myself immensely. And the only plot was Ya Boi Gabriel is a guy that exists, and I liked that plot a great amount.

2. I assume Bobby was well liked and that’s why they brought him on, but GOOD LORD do I enjoy it, I love Bobby so much.

3. The sibling behavior in this episode? hilarious. I loved it. I think I just liked Gabriel in general, I like trickster gods, and having just a fun chill episode was really a vibe.

4. OH right, the unreliable narrator vibes throughout the recounting made me SO incredibly happy. It’s not as sleek as I normally like, but it was in character and funny. Again, framing is Important.

yeehaw!

#pawswatchesspn #2x15 Tall Tales #boy oh boy was this episode just FUN #I don't know enough about Gabriel to stan him or not #but I appreciate his existence rn

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grumpytrashpanda · 7 years

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Sweetest Of Dreams - My Valentine - [Archive Of Our Own]

A Valentine’s Day themed project by Archive Of Our Own.

Original Link - Click Here To Read It @AO3

Chapter 1/3: My Valentine

Author: Go_LuckyFanfics

Word Count: 3149

Rating: General - Will change later in the plot for heavy smut.

Summery: It’s the holiday for endless romance among the stars and our hopeless romantic Peter Quill is looking to indulge his fiancé and favorite trash panda in the foreign traditions known as Valentine’s Day. Perhaps a spicy retreat away from the Guardians while planet-side is in order to help kindle their relationship.

It’s another special time of year, one that our romanced Guardians have of yet to celebrate and the humanly side of the relationship would stop at nothing to make it another occasion for the future. It’s a holiday meant for sharing the closest of moments with our significant other, though it’s not a time to treat them with extra kindness simple because it’s a holiday of love but rather to remember why two souls can still be together despite all the differences between them.

It’s the kindling of romance in the night sky, an unsure ache in someone’s heart of what might await down the road and where to go from here. I’m of course talking about Valentine’s Day.

So let’s begin our story...

The Milano cruised just outside Xandar’s atmosphere in the galaxy with their new designated pilot Kraglin, at the helm. The humbled Xandarian gladly accepted the role bestowed to him allowing everyone else to attend to their own things, the importance of their current activities questioned when comparing it to his current place in the cockpit.

Drax was downstairs in the common room benching with a large white towel draped over the room’s table nearby, the growing band of misfits always making a beeline to avoid eating in the room whenever the muscular brute was working on his abs. At least since they’d gotten some proper exercise equipment, the Destroyer had mostly stopped taking his rage out on the ship’s accommodations and dashboard.

Gamora had mostly been keeping to herself for the past few days in her bedroom away from the others, sometimes talking to her sister who’d long since left after the events on Ego’s Planet. She felt like something really changed in Nebula back there in the caverns, something she’d been hesitant to believe was still a part of their sibling rivalry, a piece inside that wanted to know more and maybe have an actual relationship like they once did. Maybe she was right.

Mantis and Groot had made a surprising connection as of lately, the two of them sparking their own little thing in the background. The empath with using her abilities could connect with the growing teenage tree in the same fashion as his friend Rocket could but it went beyond just communicating. For someone like him that only spoke three simple words there was always such a profound meaning in how they were spoken.

She learned through their time together bonding alone that Groot wasn’t angry at everyone around him, rather more at himself. He might’ve been a teenager and had his typical mood swings like anyone else in his place but there was a place of him that felt left out, like they knew his entire life and he didn’t. it was frustrating for everyone in his family to know his life and yet he didn’t but of course he couldn’t. That was someone else, another soul that gave itself up to ensure his new family could go on without him leaving this small gift for Rocket to care for all those nights like the friendly log did for him al his lowest points in the form of a potted twig not to take his place but to carry his heart and the love hidden inside.

Meanwhile, secluded away in the captain’s bedroom our two space dorks have been attending to important matters of their own, slumbering away in somber from a long in and beyond their shared bedroom under the sheets when Peter blinked his eyes awake.

The half-human turned over and stared at Rocket always seeing a small twinkled shine in the peace during early mornings watching his fiancé sleep under the many blankets on their bed. The ringtail was always a cuddler in his own way even more so during his first rutting season while dating Quill. He’d likely obliterate anyone who accused him of being such a softie in these moments even though it wasn’t really a secret around the Milano, as if the idea of keeping secrets was a fruitful thought when you’ve got this many people living together in one place.

With a very tender touch lie caressing a gentle flower, Peter smoothed a single finger across Rocket’s left brow and watched his mate’s eyes gently awake to face him.

He used to be afraid of sleeping, the thought of being awakened from something or someone would draw the old instinct to fight like it meant thinking otherwise would spell something grave if he didn’t. Since he began sleeping with Quill in his room and their relationship continued to grow, there wasn’t a need to think about it anymore or the fear the threats of the outside world. When he feel asleep every night with his lover beside him there was no dread or despair and the nightmares were shared together when one couldn’t sleep.

These lives, the both of us here, it’s something we’ve learned to share. The pain of what we’ve endured before and those lost along the way. I choose to share it aside the one I trust the most, the only one I wish to spend my life with everytime I stare at our commitment when in doubt.

I share with you my pain, my tears, my past, and above all...my love.

These days Rocket would look forward to what might’ve awaited them when falling asleep for the night, it felt surreal at times.

“Good morning babe.” Peter chirped propped up on an elbow when he booped his mate’s wet nose as part of their morning ritual, gaining a small smile from the mammal.

“Mornin’ boo.” Rocket let out a long yawn while nestled under the covers and not making any attempt to move much aside from stretching his limbs as they popped a few times. “Does the charm ever die with this one? I thought you’d still be out and we could just sleep through the whole day.” His normally deep voice cracked mid-sentence, rubbing one of his eyes.

“Nah.” Peter replied as matter of factly on the subject. He’d always wake up ahead of the raccoon early in the morning, just the Star-Lord and Gammy silently sharing coffee in the common room before chaos would break loose when the rest of the crew would rise from the dead. “Someone on this ship has to cook and it isn’t Drax or you, as much as I love you when I say that.”

Hey for your information I can cook..” Rocket argued, the nude ringtail sitting up in the bed to match Peter’s height. “but why should I have to when I’ve got you to do it for me? I burned that casserole to prove a point to everyone.”

“That you’re an asshole and people don’t like tail-fur in their meals?”

“Yeah and you can’t blame me for that either, I know you of all people like tail-fur in your face.” The raccoon snickered to which Peter playfully shoved him aside, even if it was true to an extent. Truth be told Rocket was perhaps a better cook then any of them though his height made reaching some things difficult the few times he was tasked with making a meal more complicated then a sandwich. It wasn’t much different then advanced chemistry only with cooking you got to eat your creations when finished such as indulging in a decadent lava cake Rocket made once with Vyloo eggs, never minding the destroyed kitchen he left in his path to create the masterpiece.

“You’re something else...” Peter chuckled stepping outside the bed, putting on some jeans and staring at his bare shaved chest as Rocket did the same with a pair of grey boxers just out of sight when his voice perked to the figure collecting himself from the other side of the bedroom.

“Hey Rocket?”

“Yeah?”

He listened to the footsteps form behind when thinking on how to ask the question, the latter searching through varies clothes in their closet when he paused thinking something was wrong. They weren’t facing each other in the moment but Peter could feel Rocket staring over his shoulder while getting dressed so he quickly just spit the thought out to be heard. What’s the worse that could happen?

“What do you think about us and Valentine’s Day?” Quill wasn’t sure why it seemed weird to ask scuffing his foot across the floor, especially to the guy he was planning to her married to within the new few couple months. Maybe it’s because even if they’d been dating for close to a year the two males hadn’t done much in the ways of traditions aside Christmas or other gimmicks with what they had going on.

“Aw here we go again with your dang’ traditions nobody besides you ever celebrated around here.” For a moment Peter thought they were going to have another long discussion about the history of Terra’s holiday rituals when it came into their conversation.

“Well I-”

“I’m just joshing you Pete, I know what yer’ talking about.” Rocket rolled his eyes, showing he did have an interest in Terra’s traditions after the Guardian’s celebrated Christmas last year. “Gotta admit though, should surprise me our hopeless romantic remembers something so mushy like that and forgets to tell about News Years Day which I might add would’ve been my favorite holiday.”

Rocket was quick on those feet when he wanted to be, already fully dressed in casual clothing and a black t-shirt and disappearing into their bathroom before Peter could reply now trotting after the smaller male whom jumped onto a stepstool to reach the counter’s sink running some cold water to wake himself up while reaching for his toothbrush across the sink.

“So what do you think about it?” Peter asked standing aside his partner, the latter only shrugging and mumbling something of uncertainty with an extra amount of mint-flavored toothpaste in his mouth, typical behavior by the overly-hygienic trash panda when it came to his presentation in public. From Rocket’s point it sounded like such a strange idea to make a special day out of something they had no issues embracing. Celebrating Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be anything different in his eyes since they didn’t need a foreign ritual or supposed holiday of love to solidify their romance.

“So....is that shrug agreeing to a special date? You know because we don't have to if you don’t like the idea.” Peter urged with a hint of hesitance in the question. He didn’t want to put pressure on the silly idea, being nothing more then just that but he also believed in trying new things to help the spark in their relationship. Without a doubt, Peter would love to share this special day with the first person he genuinely loved in a very long time. Sure he screwed around most of his life and with his smooth demeanor bedded all kinds of people among the galaxy but it’s not until you truly fall in love for someone that you realize no matter how much tail you chase in the universe and the amount of sex you get from various hookups, it’s meaningless if it doesn’t stand for anything the morning afterwards.

“I da’ know, sounds eh...” Rocket spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth with some more water and messing with the matted fur around his ears In the room’s mirror. “I mean, I’m not like some prancing gal-toy that’s swoon over some sweets and all that d’ast getups.”

“I know that, of course I do.” Peter eased wrapping his arms around his fiancé's waist from behind, it was nice to be able to hug his lover like this thanks to the height advantage of the bathroom’s stool. “I’ve got a few ideas for us if you’re interested.”

Rocket was resting with his paws on the sink and head hanging down staring at his reflection, considering the idea with a sigh as Peter placed his head on Rocket’s briefly and gave a very small kiss to his left ear while continuing to hug onto him. The smaller male wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not when it happened but a hint of him was already turned on when the man’s sheltered member was rubbing in clockwork against his hip from behind, a petite moan escaping Rocket’s muzzle he tried to keep hidden form being heard.

“Ok I give, so what would you have in mind for this dumb thing?” The raccoon straightened his posture putting his palms on Quill’s arms wrapped around him like a snuggled blanket. There was something comforting about being held in this way that always put Rocket at ease, his mind in a place of peace and warmth as the all-so quiet purrs filled the couple’s bedroom.

“Well...” Peter in-wrapped himself from the hug and spun his mate around on his heels so they could look at each other seeing the small twinkle in his white teeth and a hopeless romantic in the heart that’d only be of his Star-Dork. “I was thinking we could take the day and go out to this fancy club I made reservations for us at. Get some good food, actual good food and maybe some exotic drinks too, just the two of us.”

“You always have to use booze to win me over for your plans?” Rocket snorted giving a small grin of his own. The sounds of foreign drinks did sound enticing and he’d try anything at least once, recalling back a few months at a bar when Drax jokingly ordered the tomboyish tyrant something called a Sunset Mimosa while he was in the washroom and upon returning to his barstool Rocket shrugged playing his bluff for ordering what many would call a frilly drink and downed it anyway. Now he’d never admit it to anyone aside Quill but he was head over heels fro any drinks with fruit in them, call him frilly for thinking so because he didn’t know alcohol could ever taste that good.

“Nope. I’ve just learned how to treat my favorite boy well, know all the things he enjoys and little quirks that’ll make him happy.” Peter was always a charmer when being persuasive and speaking in a softened tone he only used with his furred mate. His lowered voice sounded so dorky coming out but who said that wasn’t one of Rocket’s favorite kinks about him when trying to ease him over.

“Ok maybe I’m a tad intrigued, been so long since-” Rocket spoke up, his damp whiskers perked and unable to finish the sentence. The idea of this date didn’t sound too out of the ordinary for their usual outings but if he knew his partner better and the lengths he’d go to make it memorable for him, he was going to be spoiled rotten.

“It’s just been us? Yeah that’s part of living with five other people, ain’t much privacy to be had around here.” It was true with everything going on as of lately, that there wasn’t as much time for themselves as they would've wished but their last job brought in enough units to pay off their upcoming wedding and all the usual expenses for them to live lavishly for a while. “So I went ahead and rented us a room for tonight at one Xandar’s most lavish hotels, get us some private time away from the others and send them on their own adventure while we-”

Peter cooed his head next to Rocket’s and began to whisper with a very seductive breath, his smooth break tickling the hairs around his fiancé’s attentive ears a couple smutty things about he was going to make him feel beautiful tonight and ne nearly choked when his face blushed under all that facial fur, his own member unsheathing itself and aching to break free from the clothes separating them form conjoining in what would’ve been their fourth trip around the clock this week alone.

“Do what do you say, be my Valentine Rocky?” Quill asked with a goofy grin etching for permission on a mischievous retreat but it was given with the same sincere face as Rocket’s marriage proposal. He planned the whole night just for them both and it was the first time in a long time they’d be on a genuine date.

“Aw what the flarkin’ hell,” Rocket gripped Peter’s hands and pulled him closer causing the man to stumble lightly when the raccoon clicked his teeth and caught him, burying his head into his shirtless partner’s chest. “sure I’ll be your sack of hearts to pamper all night.”

“So it’s a date.” Peter exclaimed as they both nodded in agreement, staring into each other’s eyes and watched the unique speckles in each of their faces massaging one of his knuckles on Rocket’s left cheek. “We’ll have fun, I ain’t dressing formal or nothing for it.”

“Oh please. You, acting formal and in a suit? “Rocket laughed, deciding he’s just go with the flow and whatever tonight might bring for them. “Since when was that ever a thing for either of us? You’re just as much of a disaster as I am on that.”

“Well you’ll have to wear one at the wedding.” Peter shook his head turning around to exit the bathroom and leave Rocket alone while he made breakfast for the crew when he was snatched back into a surprise kiss from his mate’s inviting muzzle and many teeth grazing his lips, the strong scent of mint-flavored toothpaste they shared between their mouths when the raccoon gave him a taste of what awaited him later in the night.

“Yeah don’t remind me...” Rocket punched the man in the chest before sending him off to make some food and leaving the door open. “and take a d’ast shower already before we go out later, I’ll be back in my old room if you go another night without one.”

“What about you? You got that weird aroma going on...”

“I was going to when I came in here,” Rocket hollered with a humored snap at the trailing man’s voice leaving the bedroom. “until Hefner interrupted me with his stupid holiday rituals.”

He started undressing from his clothes listening to the door slide shut when he knew the Terran had left him to his thoughts to take a quick shower, the group heading planet-side after everything was discussed.

Huh, so Valentine’s Day...

Oh glorb, what did I get myself into this time...

#roquill #peter quill #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #valentinesday #request

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sohmariku · 7 years

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Just a thing...

Found this thing at @mandilo‘s page and decided to fill it out, because I’m useless today and need something to entertain myself.

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better. BOLD those statements that are true for you.

APPEARANCE

I am 5′7″ or taller

I am actually 5′5′’... or 165 cm tall. That’s around 5 cm below average where I’m from! So, I’m tiny! Don’t tell me otherwise!

I wear glasses

Only in the morning. I wear contact lenses during the day.

I have at least one tattoo

No, I fear I’d regret it. Even if only for the fact I wouldn’t be able to enter every hot spring/bathhouse I want in Japan!

I have blond hair

It’s more blond than light brown in my opinion.

I have brown eyes

My eyes are green.

I have short hair

I’ve cut it short a couple times throughout my life, but I really prefer it long.

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I always joke I have no abs...

I have or have had braces.

Thankfully not! All my siblings did have them and they only complained.

PERSONALITY

I love meeting people

...only if they have the same interests as me, otherwise I rather hide in my room.

People tell me that I’m funny

Maybe sometimes...?

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I’m always prepared to lend an ear to people to listen when they need to clear their mind & give my opinion, but I’m not really a person who’ll take action to solve another person’s problem.

I enjoy physical challenges

...I enjoy a good hike/walk, but that’s about it. The only sport I ever enjoyed was hockey, but the last game I played is over 10 years ago already.

I enjoy mental challenges

I have head too many mental challenge in my life. I would love some peace and quiet already!

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I love sarcasm! ^o^

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

I can’t remember why anymore, but I at some point in my life I began telling people I was an Alien from Pluto. I don’t do it as often anymore, hardly ever actually, but the memory still sticks.

There’s something I’d change about my personality

There are plenty of things I’d like to change.

ABILITY

I can sing well

I don’t think I sing well, but since I was told I sing well last Saturday, I guess I can claim to sing well? Fine, sometimes I sing well. ^o^//

I can play an instrument

I can play the piano. My skills are a little rusty though.

I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

I doubt I can do even one push up!

I’m a fast runner

I can be an incredibly fast runner if I really have to. But under normal circumstance I am not.

I can draw well

Compared to some people, I can draw well. Compared to other people my skills are nothing.

I have a good memory

My brain only remembers how much money I still owe other people, and every embarrassing situation I ever found myself in. It sucks at remembering anything else!

I’m good at doing math in my head

As long as you don’t put me under pressure, I can actually do pretty well.

I can’t hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t think I ever held my breath for more than a minute. If there ever would be a reason to, I probably could though.

I have beaten at least 2 people on arm wrestling

I can’t remember, honestly.

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I can cook an unlimited amount of meals from scratch. My definition of a “meal” may be different than yours though. xD No, but I can cook pretty well actually. Just give me a recipe and I can make anything!

I know how to throw a proper punch

I know how to in theory, but I can’t do it... I’m too weak to properly punch someone.

HOBBIES

I enjoy playing sports

As I said before, the only sport I ever enjoyed was hockey and that’s a long time ago. I always hated gym class.

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I used to play hockey...

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I’m still part of the (youth) choir of our church.

I’ve learned a new song in the past week

I only re-learned to sing a whole lot of songs I am supposed to know already... but my memory sucks apparently.

I work out at least once a week

Define work out...

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

No runs, I did go out for walks almost daily... until I hurt my ankle due to overexertion and now I’m forcing myself to sit still.

I have drawn something in the past month

I haven’t drawn anything in ages!

I enjoy writing

It’s been some time since I wrote anything though.

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

Considering I spend most of my spare time on fandom related activities, I suppose this is true.

I do or have done martial arts

No, oddly enough I didn’t, while all my siblings have...

EXPERIENCE

I have had my first kiss

Sadly no... >_<;;

I have had alcohol

A long, long time ago. I hardly ever drink alcohol. Last time was probably March (Hanami!), since I hadn’t eaten properly I actually ended up a little tipsy, as in dizzy.

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I think I scored 7 out of 8 goals... I thoroughly enjoyed that game of indoor hockey. Our opponent not so much...

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I’m fairly sure I have sometime...

I have been at an overnight event

Sleepover birthday parties! Does that count? Um, well... maybe not? I went on these overnight camp trips when I was part of the girl’s scouts...

I have been in a taxi

Not very often though, because those fuckers are expensive!

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past years

Unfortunately... I actually thoroughly hate hospitals and try to avoid them as much as I can!

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have a life...

I have visited another country

If we only count proper visits: Belgium, France, Germany, Luxembourg & Japan. (None proper visit (layover) would be Italy (in 2014), and Swiss next week!)

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

Not a band really, but favorite artist, yes.

RELATIONSHIPS

I’m in a relationship

No. Never actually have been either.

I have a crush on a celebrity

I hate to admit this, but yes, probably... multiple at the same time, possibly...

I have a crush on someone I know

Does that person have to know me too...?

I have been in at least 3 relationships

Yes, of course... I’ve had plenty of friends! Oh, wait, you meant THAT kind of relationship? No...

I have never been in a relationship

I’m a sad human being...

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I never answered the one boy who ever wrote he loved me in a letter. Mind you, I was seven years old at the time.

I get crushes easily

Um, yes... I guess.

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

Possibly...? If I’m allowed to count crushes on 2D characters...

I have had feelings for a friend

Never had any “guy” friends since I was 8 years old, so... and I’m not much into girls really.

MY LIFE

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

Who cares if it’s my only friend! ^o^ No, I do have more friend’s, but everyone lives so far away!

I live close to my school

Elementary/Middle/High school were all 5-10 minutes by bike.

My parents are still together

And happily married I guess...

I have at least one sibling

I have 4 actually. One older brother, two younger brothers and a younger sister.

I lived in the United States

Thankfully not! xD I’m from the Netherlands.

There’s snow right now where I live

I love snow!

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

Um, wait, maybe... Dammit, last time I hang out with friends was 9 September, that’s more than a month ago...!

I have a smartphone

I have two actually. Both are hand-me-downs though. One I only use to check my emails...

I have at least 15 CDs

Since I discovered Japanese artists, my collection started growing!

I share my room with someone

With my cat! No, long, long ago I used to share a room with my brother... Right now I share the house with my parents. Well,... it’s their house, so... I’m basically a NEET at the moment.

RANDOM SHIT

I have breakdanced

I am a terrible dancer! I would break something if I tried to dance!

I know a person named Jamie

I’m pretty sure one of my classmates in high school had that name... He was a nice guy...

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

For international standards, I’ve had a lot of teacher with names that are hard to pronounce.

I have dyed my hair

Twice red, once purple, once partially blue.

I’m listening to a song on repeat right now

No music on at all right now, even though I’m wearing my headphones...

I have punched someone in the last week

Of course not! I’m a kind person!

I know someone who has gone to jail

My dad went to a jail... something for his work... He lost his papers at some point though, so he almost wasn’t allowed to leave. xD

I have broken a bone

Yup, I broke my collarbone when I was 8 years old (I think) by rolling out of the bunk bed and dropping about 1.5 meters to the floor.

I know what I want to do with my life

No, not at all! Well, actually... I just want to get married, have children and be happy. But being a housewife is hard when you don’t have a house and aren’t anyone’s wife... ^^;;

I have eaten a waffle today

I did eat one yesterday!

I speak at least 2 languages

Dutch, English & Japanese. In better times I also knew French and German.

I have made a new friend in the past year

Never met them, but I’ve been speaking to a lot of new people (online) in the past year and I consider all of them to be my friends!

#personal

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