#thoughts of jooce

[randomositycat]

The beginning of the end for me LOL

[Manga ch 60 to 61 thoughts under cut]

This whole convo was so funny to me... why does he never say her name...

Gyokuyo pulls no punches either :) silly woman

And this?

What does she mean by this /gen

She waited an hour to even agree to it LMAO miss girl LOVES to argue just for the fun of it! Just like me fr...

Can't take this bitch anywhere omg

I just love that she hates when he's like this. It's perfection. Yes girl. Hate that man's beauty for it is truly a sin.

Blessed interaction, I wonder what he said LMAO

Gao Shun puts up with a lot more than I ever could

EUEGHH I'm killing myself for them

They're really stupid

All love for Li Haku :)

He is perfection incarnate

[belx-nda]

I was live streaming on instagram to show my mom where I was. I showed her Suminoe Park. Naomi was holding my hand at the time and I accidentally dropped my phone when i almost tripped on a tiny patch of grass.

She panicked and thought I got robbed but it was just me being clumsy :c

I forced Naomi to say “Todo está bien” to my mom cause i dont tink she trusts her 🥺

She rubbed my boo boo and bought me strawberry jooce ;~;

Also a wittle kiss cause its weird being gay here :3

[benadryltarantula]

Biami Dice, Episode, uh, whatever +1

I think I missed some stuff, but let's sum it up real quick!

After an interesting hunt, the source of JOOCE was discovered to be the large, bovine ghost of a streamer. JOOCE came from her... her penis. No matter, she was defeated anyway and our Angels earned some downtime. Aside from blowing some steam off, Beverly pissed the ghost of Socrates off enough via turning a philosophy club for amoral rich twenty somethings into a budding cult of personality that he'll be a surprise tool for later.

Fast forward a couple days and the Angels are contacted by the energy drink company Blondester to investigate the untimely bludgeoning of their CEO/founder, Jeremy Blonde. The Angels were sought due to the company contacting a psychic upon hearing the news and getting assurance a ghost was responsible. It was also revealed that his wound contained ectoplasm and a house known to be haunted was on the same street. Milk was there too so they have a friendly npc to bully.

The first step the players decided on was questioning the psychic, a man with a ling complicated name i don't feel like repeating. Rather than simply shake him down for info, the Angels wanted hard proof that this man could really sense the unsensible; naturally, they asked him to tell them dark secrets about themselves that not even they knew. Milk found the idea of fortune telling abhorrent and stayed outside.

I rolled on the Necronica memory fragment tables as they received palm readings.

Beverly, "hug": It was revealed that upon graduating High School, Beverly was very nearly overwhelmed by suppressed romantic desire for her friend Kimi as they hugged and went their separate ways. Beverly ended up consumed by thoughts on how to deal with her apparent latent homo/bisexuality.

Meryl, "enhancement": It was revealed that Meryl was born blind. Before she could form lasting memories, her parents spend everything they had and took on massive debt to fix her eyes via experimental hyperlaser treatments as Mr. Beast hadn't been invented yet. (Note, remember to make a Mr. The Beast ghost for later) Meryl became wracked with guilt over this revelation.

Melanie, "closet": Melanie was reluctant to have her secret read, but was convinced when she was told she could have it whispered to her. It was revealed that Melanie was terrified of something in her closet as a child, never actually opening it. Whatever she was afraid of is real, and it's coming. (Retroactively, Melanie is now responsible for setting the events of the demon Pashmina's arrival.)

Convinced, they were told the ghosts were a pair of envious spirits in a pink chariot. Immediately, they figured that the promotional dancers from the JOOCE concert were behind it, now they just had to find them.

Milk assured Beverly God doesn't care if you eat pussy if you have one and they decided to investigate the haunted house next. It turns out that it's just a single mom's house with generic 'things aren't where I left them' hauntings, but we'll see if they find anything else out next week!

[donuts4evry1]

Aftermath of HatoMoa’s summer doodle:

For context: Ryouta offers to test Shirogane’s drink for poison If he ends up not finding anything and gives the drink back to Shirogane I feel like he’d just think ab,,, indirect kiss. lol

[living-the-sky-life]

*sniffle* what reason is there to flip over a crab,,,,,,,if not to kiss their little tumby 🥺💕💗💗❤️❤️💕

[ackermanbitch]

uhm uhm i know i still owe u ur fic but pls i need the jooce <3

could i request barbara gordon headcanons with a very very worried s/o ?

ily ty

ill probably get sick again by the time u finish it anyway its fine

anyway yes, here, i love barbara so so so much

barbara gordon with a very worried s/o

warnings: talk of barbara getting shot, medical shit

pre-getting fucking shot barbara lives a pretty dangerous life so she kept it away from you for a while

UNTIL she pulls the classic stumbling in through the window, covered in blood and asking for help move

of course you go through the long and messy process of giving her the necessary medical attention (from however much you even know how to give)

and then the long and messy process of asking wtf was going on and if you should call the cops

or cry

or both

she explained everything best she could after almost bleeding out, apologizing when necessary (and kissing. only when necessary ofc) and hoping with all her might that you wouldn't dump her on the spot

you didn't

obviously

opting to help her instead, taking long tedious classes on how to make a tourniquet, administer stitches and do cpr

she didn't find out about the classes because she was usually unconscious by the time you started patching her up

you didn't have to do it often, barbara insisting that she knew how to do it herself and only needed help if absolutely necessary

didn't stop you from helping as much as possible anyway

this whole thing kept you stocked up on more gauze and hydrogen peroxide than you ever thought you'd need

anything for a superhero girlfriend i guess

you stay up late most nights, waiting by your window and turning your ringer up as high as possible waiting for the updates

yes, you made her update you every 40 minutes

40 is a little longer than you'd like but barbara can't take breaks while patrolling

now, post-getting fucking shot barbara still lives a relatively dangerous life, just not as dangerous

you stayed in that hospital room with her for days, pacing, crying, sometimes skipping meals and crying some more

it was tiring and stressful to be a superhero but also really fucking stressful to date one

of course you held nothing against barbara for keeping gotham safe, it was just difficult sometimes

it was a little less stressful when she was working at a desk but she didn't stop calling you every 40 minutes

for safety, of course

nothing else...

at the end of the day (or beginning of it, she works at night), you're always there to make sure she makes it back home in one piece

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Minor thought but picture Ace just sitting akwardly with Malleus while Yuu ran off to grab Deuce. Making small talk Ace panics and says Deuce's name is juice and he's to scared to tell Malleus he told him the wrong name. So now Malleus is just convinced Deuce's name is Juice.

Aces fault 100% he calls him Jooce all the time

[the-enamorando-deity]

Will you please write a Nat x Reader from the song Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae?

aw this one was so cute, hope it’s okay! i tried to make a universe where i could make things go how my brain wanted, and this was what I came up with. enjoy jooce!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Friends Don’t

They don't cancel other plans

Have conversations with nothing but their eyes

Coffee was simple. Sure you could fluff it up, give it different names, adding a bunch of random ingredients to change the flavour. You weren’t a fan of it, until you went to get something for your boss and you saw her.

They don't hear each other's names and forget to concentrate

Hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite

She was slinging coffee to the morning lineup of assholes, barely paying attention to their whining or attempts at conversation. You made it to the front of the line and stammered out the order your boss made you repeat a hundred times.

Friends don't call you in the middle of the night

Couldn't even tell you why

The vacant look that she’d grown to possess turned to a grin. ‘Finally,’ Nat groaned, starting to pull levers and flip switches, ‘I’m on my break in five minutes, meet me at the booth. And your drink is $2.75.’

‘Three bucks? Last week it was $2.50,’ you queried, watching her lips curl into a smile.

‘The extra is because I’m so damn cute.’

They just felt like saying "hi"

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys

You had been going there for only a few days when you started talking, growing close within few spoken words. When you ran into her at the party of a mutual friend, you managed to get even closer.

Finding reasons not to leave

Trying to hide the chemistry

That was two years ago now, and she was the best friend you’d known in your whole life. The parties you attended together sometimes only stayed afloat because of the shenanigans you two caused, and the idiocy you encouraged everyone to join in on.

Drive a little too slow, take the long way home

Get a little too close

Each time, your eyes lingered a little too long on hers, feeling your heart race when her fingers brushed over yours. You both often got a little too drunk, words slurring, almost falling asleep on each other, unable to contain your smiles as you dragged each other across the dance floors, down streets, up stairs to each other’s apartments.

We do, but friends don't

They don't almost say "I love you"

Your heart warmed at the mere mention of her name, and your friendship made you feel human in a world you were never sure about.

When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk

They don't talk about the future and put each other in it

More than a few times, you discussed your futures, always finding ways to entangle the other into it. Whether it be as a roommate, or just having a room for them to stay over. You sometimes hesitated before saying more, other times you just fell asleep as Natasha offered her own brazen plans, often brighter and more fun than anything you’d thought of.

And get chills with every accidental touch

Friends don't call you in the middle of the night

You would wake up in her bed, innocently taken there so you didn’t have to ride home alone in the dark and untrustworthy streets, but somewhere safe you considered your second home.

Couldn't even tell you why

They just felt like saying "hi"

There was always an excuse, a remark, something that made one of you leave, even though neither of you wanted to. It played it’s way into your heart, drumming and pulling you deep beyond thought. It was all emotion, nothing more.

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys

Finding reasons not to leave

One night was different, she’d broken up with her latest boyfriend and asked you to come console her. You hated it when she asked that, knowing that she would try and kiss you again or just cry into your lap. You refused to take advantage of her in such a state, you couldn’t bear to hurt her like that.

Trying to hide the chemistry

Drive a little too slow, take the long way home

And yet, you went every time. You knew the drill, ice cream and alcohol, whatever movies you’d seen a million times and didn’t need to pay attention to, just to be there to hold, no matter how much it killed you.

Get a little too close

We do, but friends don't

The lights were always down when you entered, Natasha trying to hide as much shame as she could after fooling herself with another man undeserving of her. This guy only lasted two weeks and she’d felt the need for you to be there, so he’d gotten to her just like the others.

I keep telling myself this might be nothing

But one look in your eyes and, God, there's something

The lights were dim, as usual, but this time there were candles all around, your favourite ones from the shitty little store around the corner. It was a gift you bought her whenever she was upset, one under your arm even then, the only thing you could think of to do.

You can lie to me and say you don't

But I know you do, and I love you too

Every candle you had bought her was spread around the apartment, your favourite trashy movie already on the screen, and Natasha sitting there waiting, no tears or fake smiles, but a slight concerning wave.

Friends don't call you in the middle of the night

Couldn't even tell you why

You put your keys back in your bag and sat everything on the counter, hoping she wouldn’t jump you again. She was terrifyingly strong, but even drunk, you were able to avoid her advancements. 

They just felt like saying "hi"

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys

‘Hi, Y/N, do you wanna bring the bottle over? I already have glasses,’ she held them up, looking giddy and awkward as anything.

Finding reasons not to leave

Trying to hide the chemistry

You panicked and scanned the room, thinking someone was waiting to attack you. In the short time you had known Nat, every one of your unreasonable fears had come true. 

Her being scared and rigid now reminded you of the last time, when one of her exes had broken in and waited to attack you both, Natasha trying to awkwardly signal you to leave. But that was then, and this was different.

Drive a little too slow, take the long way home

Get a little too close

You gave the room another quick once over, determining that nothing physical had happened, so it was all emotional. ‘Nat, what’s going on?’

She stood up and set the glasses down, taking the bottle from you and grabbing your face, softly pulling your lips to meet hers. You didn’t know what to do, caught up in the scent of the candles and the taste of her lipgloss, and the lack of alcohol or usual bad decision signs.

We do, but friends don't

Uh uh uh 

Friends don’t

Natasha pulled away. ‘All this time, I only wanted you. Do you want me too?’

@marvelfansince08love @mymarvelwomen @imnotasuperhero

[reddeadmort]

Arthur Morgan X F Reader | Outlaws, all of them | Part 3

Part 1, Part 2 Head’s up @yeehaw-jooce , @gloriousgam3r, @r0xy-w0lf , hope you enjoy this part too :) The list of gang members in the later stages of this one is deliberately vague, so you can *insert your other favourite cowboys/girls here*. Also, you might be interested to know the horse is based on one my mother used to have, he used to do all sorts of weird stuff.   Guidance: This one’s a layer cake of violence, light torture and angst, with fluff icing and sprinkles of smut.  Summary: This whole ‘saving your life’ thing is becoming a habit you’d like to break.  Words: 3.9k (this shit’s getting longer...) --------

Arthur hadn’t slept well. He never did when he was angry. When he woke, he still wasn’t sure who he was more pissed at; himself, for not being brave enough to tell you how he felt, or you, for snapping at him. He sighed. I must have done somethin', he thought. He resolved to apologise, though he wasn’t too sure what for, maybe try and cheer you up with a cup of coffee. Groaning as he sat up, he thought about how he was a dumb old man, out of practice with women.

Looking across his tent at yours, he noticed your bedroll was gone. Shit, had you been so mad with him you’d moved to sleep with the girls? Shaking his head, which he immediately regretted due to the drinking, Arthur stood up and walked over to the main campfire.

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You’d ridden as hard as you could, and your entire body ached, especially your leg. Once you were past Valentine, your anger had started to fade, and sadness had started to take its place. You were so close to leaving your old life behind; not having to be alone anymore, friends to help you survive. Maybe something more than friendship? You chastised yourself for that last thought. This was how it would always have to be. You couldn’t trust anyone else, and certainly weren’t going to be so kind to strangers again.

It was late morning as you approached the area of forest where you had hidden your stash. You slowed down, moving into the trees. Listening, you could hear faint voices alongside the birdsong. Getting out your binoculars, you looked towards the hidden cave you wear heading for. Shit. The O’Driscolls had done the opposite of moving along it would appear – their camp, only a few tents and a wagon when you last saw it, had grown substantially. They were still a little way from the cave, and you were sure they wouldn’t hear you as you collected your things, but you were going to have to be careful. If you waited until the evening, it would be dark enough for you to slip by, but not so quiet as to make you easy to hear. You turned and trotted off to find a quiet spot to wait out the day.

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“Tilly, you seen (Y/N)?” Arthur asked as he grabbed some morning coffee. She said she hadn’t, and Arthur asked the next person he saw. Then the next, then the next. He was growing increasingly more concerned, as more gang members woke and appeared from their tents; no-one had seen you since the previous night. John was one of the last to wake, as usual; he strolled towards the campfire, still waking up, when he suddenly remembered what had happened as he returned from his nighttime piss. He didn’t have a chance to escape before Arthur was repeating his question again, this time to him.

“John, you seen (Y/N) anywhere? Ain’t no-one seen her since last night.”

“Errrrr (Y/N)…which one’s that again” John blustered, panicking.

“John, you dumbass, stop messin’ around.” Arthur growled.

John was not looking forward to this. He knew everyone thought he was stupid, but even he had noticed Arthur’s behaviour around you.

“She…. She’s gone Arthur. Left in the night, I saw her.”

Arthur’s heart sank, and his worry was immediately replaced by fury. “Marston, what the hell did you do! What did you say to her!” Arthur had closed the gap between them fast, and grabbed John by the front of his shirt, practically lifting him off the ground. “What did you say to make her leave?!” Arthur practically yelled the last sentence in John’s face. Everyone was staring, John was getting more embarrassed, and, if he was honest, scared. It was way to early for this shit.

“It weren’t me Arthur! It was you! She said so, I tried to stop her.” Arthur’s grip relaxed slightly as his anger at John started to fade.

“What do you mean, it was me?” Arthur frowned.

“She said… she said it had been made clear that she had overstayed her welcome. She wanted to leave before she was pushed. Now let me go dammit Arthur.”

Arthur finally released John, stepping back. “I… I didn’t say that?” he muttered, confused.

“Arthur, dear, what did you say?” Mary-Beth asked.

“I…. I told her that Dutch needed to speak to us about movin’ to a new camp, and if she’d like to stay with me… I mean us.” Mary-Beth stared at him, as realisation slowly dawned on Arthur. “Only… I don’t think that’s how it came out. Oh, I’m a damn fool!” Arthur exclaimed as he slammed his fists on one of the tables.

He was about to walk back to his tent when John spoke again. John had properly woken up now, and was pissed that Arthur had tried to blame him. 

“That wasn’t all she said, golden boy. She said you didn’t want her ‘cause of her messed up leg. She took that bullet for you, Arthur.” John couldn’t resist the last bit, for once it wasn’t him being the dumb one.

Arthur felt his blood run cold. You hadn’t. Oh please, god, say you hadn’t overheard him and Hosea. Why hadn’t he chosen his words more carefully? He knew there was no such thing as privacy in the camp.

“I’ve got to go find her, she can’t have gone far. She’s still struggling to ride properly.” Arthur turned to run towards his tent.

“MR MORGAN you’ll do no such thing.” Dutch had appeared behind him. “You’re forgetting what today is. We have it on good authority” Dutch nodded towards Kieran “ that Colm O’Driscoll will have moved to that camp in the Grizzlies. We are hitting them today, and we need all guns to hand”.

Arthur opened his mouth to try and object. “Don’t make me start questioning your loyalty, Arthur.”

Arthur’s nostrils flared as he gritted his teeth. The gang came first, he had no choice.

“You know me Dutch, always ready to shoot some bastard O’Driscolls.”

“Excellent. Eat well, and don’t go wandering off…. We’ll leave soon. I want to hit those idiots  at night, but it’s a long ride.”

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The day had gone past slowly. You were in a lot of pain; you were paying the price for staying on the horse all night. You didn’t dare sleep, even though you were exhausted; O’Driscolls weren’t the only things in this wood to worry about. No matter how hard you tried, your mind kept on going back to Arthur. Why the hell did you miss him? He didn’t care for you. But every time your mind wandered, it went back to those evenings by the fire. Your head on his shoulder, the heat from his body keeping the evening chill at bay. His smell, musky with hints of horsehair and gun oil; his eyes….

Finally, it was time to move. The O’Driscolls were celebrating something, either that or they’d found your inordinately large stash of booze in the cave. You sure hoped it wasn’t the latter, though that was the least valuable thing in there. Either way, they all seemed pretty drunk, and you were glad of anything that would make them less likely to see you. You left your horse a little distance away, made sure your knife sheath was full and checked your pistol. 

You managed to make it to the next tree before falling over. God damn leg! You crawled back over to your horse and hoisted yourself up, pulling the cane from your saddle. Well, at least you could always use it to hit them. You smiled slightly for the first time since the previous day, and slowly started to make your way around the camp towards the cave, keeping as close to the rockface as you could.

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Arthur was bringing up the rear of the group as they thundered into the Grizzlies. He normally rode up front with Dutch, but Micah was up there and wouldn’t stop talking shit about (Y/N). Arthur was too down to give more than half-hearted curses to Micah; it was easier to move to the back, where he could be alone with his thoughts. 

In the little time he had before he left camp, he tried to search for a trace of you, some clue as to where you had gone. He’d found nothing. The further away from camp he got, the more he missed the comfort of having you by his side. He was a fool, an old, stupid fool.  

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You were so close. You’d had to move much slower than you liked; partly because of the pain in your hip, partly because of the cane. You had set your recovery back weeks with that riding, you knew it. You should have rested it, not go so fast that you had to grip the saddles with your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. You should give up, you knew it; but it was too late, you needed that money. You needed supplies, to eat; no way you could steal anything or hunt in your state.

Crouching, assessing the distance to the next tree, you’d been too distracted by the pain to notice the movement behind you. You felt the excruciating blow to the back of your head, heard the shouts, as once again you slipped into darkness.

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“Hold up boys. Let’s leave the horses here.” Dutch said as he brought the convoy to a stop. The men hitched their horses in the trees, gathering their weapons and crouched around Dutch. Arthur wasn’t surprised Dutch had brought so many of the others; he knew how much Dutch wanted to see Colm dead, and he was glad of the extra firepower. Arthur focused on Dutch as he outlined the plan and initially barely noticed Charles’s elbow in his side.

“Arthur!” Charles whispered forcefully. “Isn’t that (Y/N)’s horse?”

Arthur’s head snapped round in the direction Charles was pointing. “It can’t be, surely not out here.”

“Arthur, how many other horses do you know sleep leaning against a tree?!”

Charles was right. God knows where you’d got that horse from, Arthur thought, it was all kinds of special. Arthur and Charles broke away from the group, ignoring Dutch’s angry mutterings.

“She’s not here Arthur.” Arthur’s heart was pounding – what the hell were you doing? He and Charles had just started moving back to the others when a scream pierced the evening silence.

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You screamed as the blade of the hot knife seared against the skin on your arm. Your cry was cut short as your cane was slammed into your stomach, winding you. You were fucked, and you knew it. Even tied up, you could maybe have escaped if there was only 2 or 3 of them; but there were at least 20, and your leg felt like it was on fire. You were on your knees, back to a post with your hands tied to the pole above your head. You didn’t know what these bastards had planned for you, but you suspected. And you knew they were going to take their time.

You hadn’t been awake long, but had already taken a decent beating. But now the O’Driscoll’s had gotten bored. They wanted to hear you scream, and they sure as hell knew some good methods for achieving their goal. The one with the knife was leering at you as he heated it again in the fire.

One of the other O’Driscolls grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back. “Now remember lads, leave that pretty face alone. Colm likes ‘em pretty when he starts. They ain’t that way when he’s done though.” That last line was sneered right in your face.

“How much longer he going to be? I wanna have some fun” whined another greasy bastard. 

The one with the knife stood up, starting to walk back towards you. “He’ll be back soon. He saw a nice farmhouse a little way off, gone to get some….supplies.” Your head was held up, forcing you to look at your torturer, as he brought the knife closer to your skin.

You were about to shut your eyes, try to distance yourself from the pain, when his face exploded.

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“I don’t give a goddamn shit about your plan Dutch, we have to go NOW!” Arthur didn’t even wait for a response as he surged forwards. The others paused for a brief moment until Dutch nodded and they followed, fanning out through the trees.

Arthur slammed into cover behind a tree. They must have heard him, he thought, but he didn’t care. He could still hear your scream, long since faded, in his head. He was seeing red, filled with rage. These bastards were going to pay with their lives, every.single.one.of.them.

He leaned out of cover and brought his rifle to his shoulder. Breathing slowly, deliberately, he took aim and fired.

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The O’Driscolls had been so pre-occupied with you they hadn’t noticed the group running through the trees. The ones that did didn’t last long enough to warn the rest. The assault was over quickly; the Van der Linde gang were only outnumbered 4 to 1, it was more of a slaughter than a fight.

You had yelled out to Arthur as soon as you saw him, and couldn’t help but emit a sob as he cut you free. You fell forwards onto your side and groaned, as he hoisted you up in his arms.

“Where’s Colm dammit!” Dutch was furious, yelling.

Between deep breaths, you told Arthur what you heard, barely able to do more than whisper.

“He ain’t hear Dutch” Arthur called out. “And if he was nearby, he certainly ain’t comin’ back now.”

Dutch swore, kicking a nearby corpse.

“I’m sorry Arthur, I’m sorry. I must have ruined Dutch’s plans.” You started to sob, as another wave of pain overtook you.

“It’s okay (Y/N), it’s okay” Arthur said as he gently put you down, leaning you against a few crates. “You’re alright now, it’s over. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” 

He gently stroked your face, soothing you. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close, as the shock of what just happened started to fade. When you finally released him and started to move away, he pulled you back in, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, breathing in his scent, feeling his stubble against your face.

“I ain’t never letting you out of my sight again darlin’” he said as he broke away, smiling. “I’m sorry for what I said….what you heard. I’m goin’ to keep you safe, I promise.”

“Arthur….. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left like that, without talking to you. It’s just.. I haven’t had a family in so long, I broke at the first sign of a problem.”

“I got news for you darlin’, this family’s got all kind of problems. But you ain’t one of them.” He leaned forward, gently kissing you on the forehead.

“Arthur, get Dutch. I’ve got something that might take the sting out of not getting Colm.”

Dutch was bouncing like a little kid when he came back from examining your stash. Even with your detailed instructions, you were pretty sure they only found it because of Charles’ skills as a tracker. You let the gang split it as they normally would; half for the gang, the rest between the group, yourself included. While a part of you ached to see it go, Arthur’s hand in yours reassured you that you were doing the right thing. You owed them your life twice over now…. you hoped this would be the last time.

The gang moved quickly, and soon the cave was empty and the horses loaded. Your horse was more than happy to be loaded up with the crates of whiskey and rum; there was no room left for you, but there was no way you were riding on your own in your state anyway. Aside from the burn on your arm, you were mostly just bruised, but your leg hurt like hell. With some help, Arthur carefully lifted you onto his horse, into the saddle in front of him.

“Mr Morgan, we’re making a habit of this.” 

Arthur laughed softly, as he urged his horse into a gentle trot. The others went off ahead, while Charles stayed behind with you, Arthur, and your bottle laden horse. They could move much quicker than you, and the quicker they got back to camp the better.

It was a long ride back but you and Arthur filled it with chatter. You were both so much more relaxed now, able to open up to the other. Every so often, you squirmed in the saddle as a particularly brutal burst of pain hit your leg; when this happened, Arthur would gently squeeze your waist and kiss your neck, reassuring you.

“Easy girl, nearly home.” His voice was low, rumbling, and comforting. But as you passed Valentine, you stopped talking as the pain became more constant.

“You alright, darlin’?” Arthur whispered in your ear, concerned.

“Yeh…. Just hurtin’. Wish I could forget about the pain, just for a moment.” 

Arthur’s hand rubbed your thigh reassuringly, as he kissed your neck again. This time, the kiss hit that point where the base of your neck meets your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. You sighed, and suddenly you knew exactly what would take your mind off the pain. You placed your hand on Arthur’s, gently sliding it up towards your crotch. Arthur resisted slightly until you whispered to him.

“I think that a little…distraction may do me good, Mr Morgan.” Your voice was low and soft, and it made Arthur unintentionally push his hips forwards against yours.

“Mhhmm.. anything you want darlin’.”

You undid the button on your trousers as Arthur carefully slipped his hand down. He was gentle as his rough hands rubbed you slowly. You breathed out quietly, letting your body relax, as he continued to run his fingers in gentle circles over you. Charles was only a little way ahead, so you tried to stay as quiet as possible, but every so often a little moan escaped your lips. Every time you did, Arthur ground his hips into you, letting out a little growl. You could feel him getting pressed against you, getting harder and harder, and the thought made you smile. 

You continued on like this all the way back to the edge of the camp. Neither of you wanted the moment to end; this was pure relaxation, carefully washing away the tensions of the last few days. As you drew near to camp, Arthur withdrew his hand and attempted to adjust himself the best he could; large gun belt buckles certainly came in handy for moments like this.

That evening’s party was already in full swing by the time your little group arrived. Everyone was pleased to see you back, and Miss Grimshaw was careful to thank you for your generous contribution. You stayed with them for as long as you could, drinking and laughing, but it wasn’t long before you asked Arthur to help you to bed. He carefully walked you to his tent, placing you on the chair.

“You can take my cot (Y/N), it’ll be easier to get in and out of. I’ll just grab my bedroll, I’ll sleep on the floor in yours.” You grabbed Arthur’s shirt before he managed to step away, pulling him towards you, making him frown.

“Mr Morgan, you’ll do no such thing. I need some more……distracting.” You bit your lip, staring up into his gorgeous eyes.

Realisation dawned on Arthur’s face and he grinned. He quickly pulled the flaps down around his tent, giving you a modicum of privacy, before he carefully picked you up and placed you on your back on the cot. He swiftly joined you, kneeling between your legs and leaning forward to kiss you.

“Just let me know if having your legs like this hurts your hip darlin’.”

You laughed. “Arthur Morgan, you might be wide, but you ain’t as wide as a horse. I’ll be fine. Now shut up and get that shirt off.”

Arthur didn’t need to be asked twice. He sat up, pushing the suspenders off his shoulder and pulling his shirt off over his head. You placed your hand on his chest, preventing him from leaning forwards again, allowing you to admire him for a moment. The sight of his hands resting on your spread knees, and those wide shoulders, made you shudder with excitement.

“Now that’s a view I could get used to” you sighed.

Arthur bit his lip, smiling, as he leaned forward and kissed you, harder this time. You yelped as he ground his hips into yours. He immediately stopped, and pulled away, looking at you with concern.

“Arthur Morgan, I swear to god, if you stop I ain’t going to be the only one in pain.” 

Arthur grinned as he leaned forward once again. Your hands ran over his back as he kissed your neck, his hands fondling your breasts through your shirt. He gently rubbed himself against you as you both got lost in the moment.

“Arthur, Dutch needs ya’” Sean’s voice from outside the tent made an unwelcome entrance into your little world.

“I’m busy Sean, tell him I’ll speak to him tomorrow” Arthur growled, barely moving his lips from your skin.

“Arthur, he’s very insistent. He’s yellin’ for ya”. As you listened, you could indeed hear Dutch calling Arthur in the distance.

Arthur sighed, resting his forehead on your chest.

“Won’t be long darlin’. If I don’t go he’ll only come over” Arthur said as he stood up.

“I’ll keep myself warm for you sweetheart” you said, as you slowly slipped your fingers under your waistband.

Arthur paused, biting his lip, gaze transfixed on your hand, before striding out of the tent, almost bowling Sean over.

“Dutch, what do you want, I’m a little busy right now” Arthur huffed.

“Arthur, there you are! You have to see this book (Y/N) had in her collection, it’s a beauty” Dutch replied excitedly, without looking up. Hosea was sat in Dutch’s tent with him and was staring at Arthur in the entrance.

“Really Dutch?! A damn book!” Arthur exclaimed.

“Don’t be like that Arthur, you know that….” Dutch, still looking at the pages in front of him, didn’t finish his sentence before Hosea’s elbow connected with his arm.

“Dutch, goddammit, look at me! Do I look like reading a book is what I want to be doin’ right now!”

Dutch finally looked up at Arthur. He was naked from the waist up, hair in a mess, sweating ever so slightly. He looked exactly like an illustration out of one of Mary-Beth’s books, albeit with a few more scars.

“Son, I’m terribly sorry” Dutch laughed. “Please, go resume your evening’s activity.” Arthur rolled his eyes and jogged back to his tent. Normally, he’d be embarrassed, he was a private man. But right now only one thing was in his head; you. There wasn’t enough blood left in it for any other thoughts.

Arthur opened the flap to his tent and smiled at the sight that greeted him; he was exhausted, but the happiest he’d been in a long time. And he was about to get a whole lot happier.

[shenanigansandtriumph]

all of the mun questions, daddy!

I thought all of my children died in the purge. This was a nice surprise.1. Age?: 23. I think. Don’t quote me on that. I might be off by a couple of years.2. Gender?: I am a male.3. Country?: I live in the USA.4. Appearance?: I am a 6′4′‘ man with (currently) short, calico hair, and a bright ass red goatee. I have heavily celtic features, and am a bit on the husky side, being over 300 pounds. I am a hairy boi, but my body hair is blonde, so it’s mostly unnoticeable? I’m currently wearing a pinkish purple Macho Man Randy Savage shirt and my Atrocious Shorts, which are black shorts with this awful bright green pattern on them. They’re also too small for me. I don’t know why I still wear or own them, but here I am, lounging about in them.5. Tall or short?: I am, in my experience, the tallest person on Tumblr. If not on the internet in general.6. likes?: I like video games, wrestling,writing and anyone who is reading this. :3c7. Hates?: Cauliflower. End of list.8. Fears?: The Dark, Horses. End of list.9. Virgin or not?: *snrk*10. Single or not?: Nope! I’ve been dating the cutest girl in the world for, like, ever. Like. Seven billion years. At least. 11. Zodiac sign?: Yes, am Kanaya, hello. I was almost a Terezi, though, that woulda been awful.12. Your favorite eye colour?: My girlfriend has these beautiful chocolate colored eyes that remind me of a carnelian when the light hits them just so? So I’d say that. *3*13. Your favorite hair color?: Pink or Grey. O3O Are we talking about on me or on other people? I have like seven hair colors.14. Straight/ Homossexual/ Bissexual...?: I’m straight.15. Do you support gay rights? Why?: Yes, because............ I mean, denying people rights on what they like or identify as or whathaveyou is kind of stupid?16. How was your childhood?: It was alright.17. How would be the perfect date?: Oooo, this one is easy. My girlfriend and I! We go see a movie! It doesn’t matter what movie!!! AND THEN. We go home. :3c And then we have a bottle of Romance Jooce (tm) between us (I’m not much of a drinker, so she’d drink most of it, and cuddle on a couch or bed or whatever.18. What kind of movies do you like?: I like any movie that isn’t a dumb jumpscare horror movie.19. And Games? Which Ones?: This has pretty much the same answer. Which ones what? I’ve been playing a lot of Minecraft, Stellaris, and Borderlands 2.20. Something you wished you had never done?: Uhhh..... delete my first Tumblr. Or disconnect myself from the Fantroll Community in general.21. Favorite food?: Orange Chicken. :D From, like, anywhere.22. A motto?: All we can ever do is our best.23. Characters that marked you deeply: That’s a list. Most.... of the characters from Homestuck. And a few others. I don’t know.24. Fandoms?: Actively? Probably just Homestuck. But I’m also stalking Mineblr, I’ve seen every episode of Steven Universe, I watch a lot of youtubers with huge fandoms, Wrassling..... comic books....... I would love to actually join more fandoms, but.... they’re a lot of work, since I would try to avoid the toxic bits of fandom.25. Ever tried drugs, alcohol?...: Yes. I have tried alcohol, I occasionally try wine, though I can’t drink much of it because it tastes awful. I have also smoked a cigarette before, but, again, it was awful, so I just never did it again.

[evaningleby]

Making our bottles

For this term we are making a bottle stopper or something to put round the neck and a label for the bottle

For my bottle stopper I wanted to continue my theme from my island however I struggled to think of what I could use and then I thought what if I made an animal which was turned into a cyborg by the people who took over the island.

I chose a moose for my animal as I thought the an antler vs a metallic antler would be a cool idea. I decided to make just the head as making the whole body wouldn’t fit on the bottle

To make my moose head I super sculpty, it’s a clay like material that only hardens after putting it in the oven. The idea for the head was a patch of the moose (It’s left Eye, Ear and Antler) was going to be robotic but the rest was going to look normal.

I use a variety of tools to carve an eye, ear, antler and nostrils for the normal half then created metal plaiting and a separate cyborg eye

I painted the head and super glued it to a wooden plaque which I had already painted before hand, it also doubles as the bottle top. I then get a bottle cap which I bent to be the shape of a bowl and painted grey to make it resemble a satilite dish I then drilled a hole in that and in the head of my moose, put a wire through both, then super glued it all together. This satilite is supposed to be the moose’s left ear but as it’s on the metal side I thought I’d do something different than just making a grey ear.

I needed to put something in my bottle and as my bottle was made for a juice a knew it had to be a liquid, we made the liquid by simply mixing paint and water I chose green paint as I felt it’ll be most fitting for my theme

Making my label

The label I put on my bottle was made by me, at first I didn’t have a clue what to call it but after thinking a bit to long I thought of “Moose Jooce” with the font being made from logs and a large green smear behind it. I originally had the idea of incorporating a industrial theme (like my Moose) but I couldn’t make it look that great but I’m still happy with the final product.

[belx-nda]

She wrapped me in baby burrito and the flight attendants thought I was baby 🥺

I got yogurt and baby bread. I also wanted soda but nomis asked for orange jooce :c

When I ate chiki with rice tho I got a sprite :o

I really wanna look for gacha machines but I have to stay wit the group sho I won’t get lost (in japan) WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE MAYBE SOMETHING NEXT MONTH :DDD

[stormbowed-a]

🔞give me the jooce

SEND  🔞 FOR A N/S/F/W HC || AC              – @liightheld

ha/nzo is quite skilled with his hands ? like he’s always been quite dexterous, and it carries over in these kinds of situations as well. not to mention he doesn’t have dainty fingers - they’re big, and toughened hands. someone who works a lot with them; he’s got callouses & long fingers so you can imagine the advantages he’d have with those.especially when he really gets his partner singing. the control he could have over them with hands he thought were only able to kill ? and yet gets such a beautiful image and sound created with ? it’s almost soul healing.

[nathanp1312]

bro since when has juice been spelt like that i always thought it was like juce or jooce or some shit.

[7cxrhye]

There are a few people who have left comments on every single chapter of the Detective AU talking about their thoughts and processing the events and I hold those very close to my heart.

Also looking at Kai, who messaged on discord as she read the newest chapter just screaming at me and it made my month.

Good jooce indeed.

one of the best feelings as a writer is watching friends live react to ur fic. i still haven’t gotten over the time reb read i’ll carry the weight of you and screamed at me the entire time. or the time someone tagged me on twitter where they had live-reacted in an entire thread. or those times willow busted into dms to yell at me. that’s the good jooce.

[belx-nda]

I like wearing onesies on the weekends. I start the day with kix and a jooce box. I sometimes eat hot cheetos too, I unno they taste really good this early.

I don’t let my thoughts win in the morning. Id rather play with my legos and watch jacksepticeye.

It’s peaceful. No noises, only Kix.