#true blue spa

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW True Blue Spa Blueberry Vanilla Nourishing Yogurt Shower Smoothie

mid 2000s

Found on Ebay, user mara69

[pinkparadise272627336282]

[szlez]

Costumes

The final art for Suptober 2024 Remixed by @wigglebox and @thepagemistress based on Suptober by @winchester-reload.

Prompt 30. Halloween/Costumes

@wigglebox and @thepagemistress - thank you so, so much for this! You saved all that is true, beautiful and good in this universe and are my personal heros!

And the last fill on @masoena's Kinktober 2024. I (consciously) joined the event lately but it seems your tag list lodged itself in my brain and didn't let go. Thank you so much! And all hail the kink!

Prompt 20. Roleplay

My other Suptober 2024 arts:

Prompt 1. Autumn, Prompt 2. Spa Day, Prompt 3. Royalty, Prompt 4. Birthday, Prompt 5. Scars, Prompt 6. Electric, Prompt 7. Thankful, Prompt 8. Witch’s Brew, Prompt 9. Moon, Prompt 10. Mushrooms, Prompt 11. Myth, Prompt 12. Harvest Festival, Prompt 13. Monster Mash, Prompt 14. Fave Episode, Prompt 15. Sigils, Prompt 16. Falling, Prompt 17. Wings, Prompt 18. Family Business, Prompt 19. Dark & Stormy Night, Prompt 20. Limbo, Prompt 21. Cozy Treats, Prompt 22. Ladies, Prompt 23. Fever, Prompt 24. Branded, Prompt 25. Parody, Prompt 26. Enchanted, Prompt 27. Prayer, Prompt 28. Graves, Prompt 29. Blue, Prompt 30. Nostalgia.

Taglist.

Pls DM me if you want to be added to tag list or removed from it.

@aniona29, @denimshortsdean, @dotti55, @famouskidangel, @markofcastiel, @malicmalic , @squirrelsarecool, @strawlessandbraless , @writteninthestarsinyoureyes

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Starscream is given a bath, Part 3:

1005 words! This is the longest piece so far. I’m really enjoying writing him, but do let me know what you think of my interpretation of Starscream. Does he read accurate to canon?

Enjoy!

Part 2: here

Part 4: here

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She had her hands on her hips as she observed him, contemplating logistics.

“If you wanna lie back in the water, this’ll be easier.”

“Right.” He nodded, carefully lowering himself into the bathtub with his arms on both sides. The human poured more soap into the water, leaning over into the tub and stirring it a little with her hand, sloshing the water around to mix it together. The result was quite a few bubbles, which clung to the sides and to the seeker’s spiky knees poking out of the water. The human got to work, and neither of them made a sound for some time.

“You know, if I was a plane, I would LOVE the pressure washer.” She finally filled the silence, while scrubbing his leg.

“You can’t be serious.” Starscream tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms.

“I am serious. Especially if it’s a hot day…”

He lifted his leg slightly out of the water, giving her easier access.

“Hmph. If that’s what you’re into, I suppose.”

“What? It just seems so refreshing.”

“If you truly think so, perhaps I should blast you with it next time.”

That comment earned him a laugh from the human, which actually startled Starscream for a moment. He didn’t know what to do with this! He just smiled awkwardly, listening to her laugh. That smile lingered on Starscream’s face all the while she worked, and he actually found himself…relaxing as the human continued the spa treatment.

After a while she collected herself, speaking up.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I never realised you were… sort of blue before.”

He chuckled for a moment, amused at her surprise. But then his expression turned more somber. It was true, his frame wasn’t truly all gray and dull. He had more blue and white on him than he let on, but he had been neglecting his finish for the past few centuries. Which he had his reasons for, but it wasn’t exactly something he was looking forward to opening up about. At least not today.

“Well- I- It’s not like I had ample opportunity to deal with it! As Second in Command to the Decepticons, I had constant duties to attend to.” He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“I couldn’t be wasting my precious time on such frivolous things as continuously fussing over my finish. Unlike some…” Starscream’s tone had a certain defensiveness to it, something which the human decided not to push when it was obviously something he didn’t want to talk about.

“Hmm. Well, it’s a shame. Your colors are really pretty.”

The seeker pulled himself back upon hearing those words, doing his very best to avoid eye contact with the human.

“What? It’s true!”

“Shut up and keep scrubbing.” He replied with a dismissive wave of his servo, still averting his gaze. Another sudden laugh from the human startled him and he finally looked at her, a smile he tried to hide tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“What are you laughing about, you tiny thing?”

“You like being called pretty.” She replied. “Hold out your arm for me?”

If he was startled, he hid it well and quickly recovered.

“Of course. While it is not the word I would’ve used, I suppose I cannot blame you. After all, it’s only natural you would recognise my exceptional frame.” He replied, trying to act as casual as possible as he brought his arm forward for her to clean. But it was no use, he looked almost shy as he tried to fill the silence, and his wings were clearly fluttering.

“Why, I happen to be the representation of anything a seeker could hope to become, if I do say so myself.”

She moved the soapy sponge up and down and listened to him preen, noting every little little flutter of wings that accompanied his words. Turning his arm around gently, she sprayed a bit of water right into the joint.

“Not only due to my impressive frame-”

Starscream was not used to being touched like this.

“-but also my unmatched skill in the air.”

Being handled like this.

“I was- I am a force to be reckoned with.”

It was still uncomfortable, but simultaneously very not bad. Very not bad at all. She had gradually worked her way down from his shoulder to his wrist joint, stopping at the servo. She held it in between her own hands, sitting over the side of the tub and laying out his talons over her upper leg.

“Are you even listening?”

“Do you want me to file these sharper?”

They spoke at the same time.

He looked down at her, dumbfounded, unable to resist the urge to just squeeze the squishy limb ever so slightly. So warm and pliant, even a little icky in how it simply gave way under his servos. The irony was not lost on him, and this time he didn’t try to hide a grin. This small creature, one who could be so easily wounded by the cut of those very talons, was offering to sharpen them even more. It’s as if she didn’t even know who she was talking to. He had the sudden urge to remind her, to squeeze even more until this human knew to be wary of him, but he pushed it aside. Why was he even thinking that? Besides, she had just worked so hard cleaning him. It would be rude to mar his newfound shine with her blood. Not to mention difficult to wipe off.

“You might as well.” He replied, trying to appear disinterested. But as her fingers glided delicately over his digits, the file in her hand scraping against the tips, he could almost fall into a recharge right then and there. In fact, he did close his optics. Any arrogance that might’ve been preventing him from making a fool of himself was immediately thrown out the window. And if the human noticed she didn’t say a word, just silently repeating the process with his other arm.

[screechingfromthevoid]

when Dorian goes back to the silken squall (with all his friends) they're going to have a ball to welcome them all. A home coming, a debuted, a coming out. And the Bells Hells start referring to it as "the make up ball".

Because the last one was supposed to be fun. Dorian was supposed to wear something that made him feel beautiful. He was supposed to cause some ruckus and save the day and leave it better than they found it. He was supposed to be his true self. Not his "real" self.

So Laudna recreates the mask he wore (if only to have it on his hip). Chetney promises to give him a harder time like "before I liked you". Fearne finds an outfit like the one he wore to the pageant, like the one he threw into the wardrobe. Imogene takes him to the spa, helps him with his hair (not that he needs help). He actually helps with her hair. Ashton promises to get into a fist fight with the biggest guy in the room. FCG is on standby in case he has a break down about Cyrus.

And Orym, dressed in Zephyr armor and blue vines, does what he wanted to do for so long. Orym asks Dorian to dance.

[wolfpants]

Terrible People, a Drarry Fic (Chapter One: Men Are Shit)

Terrible People | Chapter 1/9 | Rated E

The Gay Cruise fic™️ is here! Thank you so much to @getawayfox (for creating wonderful art as well as being an amazing cheerreader and friend) and to @citrusses for the best cheerreading and beta/alpha advice! To all of you who have had to hear me go on and on about this for... well, over a year. Here you are. I hope you enjoy. Chapters will be posted on a weekly basis.

Tags: EWE, minor Harry/Charlie, past Draco/Zacharias, background relationships, romance, romcom, meddling friends, beaches and beach holidays, cruise ships, clubbing, summer holidays (in september), truth or dare, adults playing games designed for teenagers, Harry is in a silly goofy mood, Draco has a dog called Hermes, Healer!Draco, Sports Media Mogul!Harry (but really he just sits around all day buying art from Sotheby's), Drarry in their (late) 30s, pining, FWB, FWB to lovers, smut

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What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?

Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.

🍸🛳🩴☀️🕶

“We thought about a cruise, but we wanted something less wild, you know?” Justin says.

Draco hums distractedly, looking at the buildings around them, at the milky blue and burnt-orange sky as true night draws in closer.

“We did see a cruise aimed at singles,” Ernie says. “Single gay men, I mean.”

Draco pauses. He makes a face. “Thank you, but no thank you.”

“It’s Muggle,” Justin adds excitedly. “Draco, you should see it. It’s stunning! The boat, I mean—it’s huge. Top of the line. Four swimming pools. Four! And a fully kitted spa and gym.”

“A cinema, a theatre, loads of bars and clubs and restaurants,” Ernie says. “We think you’d love it.”

Draco frowns. “What on earth makes you think I’d love it? I haven’t been out clubbing since I hit thirty, you know that. And,” he adds dramatically. “I hate boats.”

He doesn’t really. His feeling on boats in general is pretty neutral, but he knows where they’re going with this, and he’s not having it.

So he stands, resolute, on his lie.

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read chapter one: men are shit on ao3

expand to view El's beautiful cover image in full!

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Saturday October 6th, 2012.

"Castle, I-" She cut herself off with the shake of her head.

Beckett had spent the past five weeks accidentally on purpose avoiding prolonged alone time with her best friend and now, there she was, standing in Castle's living room with two day-passes to some luxurious spa just outside of the city. She had no doubt that Castle was somehow involved in this impromptu plan.

Lanie had found out about their relationship through the grapevine - in other words, Esposito assumed she already knew and said something to her - and she's been hounding Beckett for a girl's night to dish all the details ever since. Beckett had, thus far, skilfully avoided committing to any actual plans. Partly because she had felt guilty about not telling her friend sooner and partly because she was scared. Scared that the moment the two of them were alone, she would break.

The last thing she wanted to do was to break down crying, spill all of Castle's secrets and burden her friend with having to keep this from the people they saw every single day. Those people loved Castle; they asked about him often and Beckett knew first hand how hard it could be to smile and say he's fine when she knew otherwise.

"I can't," she said softly.

"You don't want to go to the spa?" he asked.

Beckett sighed. "I don't want to leave you."

"You leave me every day to go to work."

"I wouldn't if I had a choice."

Castle laughed. "We both know that's not true," he said confidently. She wasn't so sure. Each morning it was getting harder to leave him. "You love your job. You need something to do, to keep your mind busy."

"Right," she agreed. "Which is why I just don't think a day spa is the best place for me right now, you know? I just-"

"Kate," Castle interjected, cutting off her nervous rambling. He framed her face with his hands and forced her to focus on him. Blue eyes and a soft smile calmed her almost instantly. "She knows everything," he said in a soft, almost whisper.

"What?"

"I called her last night," he explained. "I told her everything."

Conflicting emotions washed over her, overwhelming her.

On the one hand, she didn't feel so alone anymore. Someone else - someone outside of the walls of this loft - knew about Castle's diagnosis. She had someone she could talk to, someone she didn't have to be strong for. But, on the other hand, she now felt as though this had really cemented this nightmare into reality. Now, his cancer existed outside of their bubble.

She knows everything sure seemed a lot like this is real, this isn't going away.

"She's not going to talk about any of it unless you bring it up," he assured her. "But I do hope you talk to her. I hope you talk to someone, anyone. Your dad. Burke, maybe?"

"I'm fine."

"I never said you weren't," he clarified. "But this isn't exactly-"

"What I signed up for?" she grumbled. "You better not be trying to break up with me again, Castle."

He chuckled and pressed his forehead against hers. "Never. I gave you a chance to walk away and you said no. Now you're stuck with me, forever."

"Good."

"Good." He pressed a soft, short peck to the tip of her nose. "Now go and get dressed. Can't keep Lanie waiting all day."

[sanityshorror]

Introducing...Sullivan Sweeney !

Sullivan Sweeney is a character from The Hellcrew Project and the newest to be officially released as of June 2024.

[Proper ref art coming soon]

Click read more for info!

Basic Character information

Full Name:

Western Name: Sullivan Feng Sweeney

Chinese Name: 鄭勁風 [traditional Chinese characters]; Zheng Jingfeng [Anglicized]

Alias(s) & Nickname(s):

The Wigmaker

The Hairdresser from Hell

Sulli

Feng/Fēng

Species:

Current: Demon [incubus]

Former: Human

Age:

21 (locked)

152 (true age)

Birth Date:

January 29th, 1872

Gender:

Nonbinary; masc-fem fluid

Pronouns:

They/Them/He (strongly prefers they/them, however)

Sexual Orientation:

Bisexual

Height:

6’3” (barefooted)

6’4½” (in boots)

Weight:

175lbs

Hair:

Dyed/Colored: Dark vibrant blue with bright purple highlights

Natural: black

Eyes:

Current/Demon: bright yellow iris; white pupils

Former/human: golden-brown

Body Type:

Healthy/Average

Lean and fit but not all that muscular

Ethnicity:

Irish-American (father's side)

Chinese (mother's side)

Place of Birth:

Luoyang (洛阳市) in Henan (河南) Province, China

Luoyang was known as Henanfu (河南府) in 1872

Current Residence:

Boston, Massachusetts

Appearance:

Tall, slender but healthy. Dresses in a punk-goth style but wears bright colors.

Notable Features:

Yellow iris and white pupils

Long black claws

Bright blue-purple hair

Always wears white boots (which match their white corset)

Personality:

Feisty

Sarcastic

Thinks highly of themselves

Intelligent

Seems very quiet at times due to selective mutism

Hard worker

Easily annoyed

Calm but quick to fly into a rage without warning

Scheming

S tier troll; pretty funny; good sense of humor

Easily bored

Very bossy

Likes:

Doing hair

Reading

Art

Fussing over Octavian

Shopping

Make up

Music

When others listen to them

Food.

Pissing off Lucien for shits and giggles.

Spa pamper time with Sera and Duvessa

Helping Seamus and Julius with ‘work’

“Making wigs”

Dislikes:

Being pestered

Questioning they feel are “stupid”

Their human life and their death being brought up

Killian, not a fan of Julius either, but they are more tolerant towards Julius.

Interruptions

“Uncooperative customers”

Kids (they kind them annoying but they don't hate them)

Being fetishized(they'll cut you)

Family Members:

Father (deceased)

Mother (deceased)

Siblings (deceased)

Relationship Status:

Taken, in a relationship with Octavian Doherty

Friendships/Allies:

The Hellcrew

Enemies:

The entire ass world

Crimes/Criminal History:

Yes.

Classification of Murderer:

Sadistic serial killer

Method of Murder:

Yes.

Motivation:

Art, beauty, turn on

Kill Count:

Unknown

Strengths:

Inhuman strength

Immortal

Can read minds

Can control people's thoughts

Weaknesses:

Their boots are chains to hell and they can never go further than a 10 mile radius of the pocket dimension

Catchphrase:

“Now, watch what I do next!”

Other Notable Quotes:

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

“Shut the fuck up, Westerner!”

“You need to log out of life.”

Theme song:

Coma White by Marilyn Manson

Backstory:

(will be added soon I'm rushing this out sorry)

Additional Information:

(Coming soon)

Fun Facts:

(Coming soon)

Want to know more? Ask me on my Tumblr https://SanitysHorror.tumblr.com/ask

Hellcrew Master post: x

[spacedocmom]

Doctor Beverly Crusher @SpaceDocMom "Self care" is not necessarily a spa day or buying luxury toiletries. That's capitalism taking over a basic human necessity. True self care is when you take care of yourself the way you so often take care of others. It's rest, comfort, and valuing yourself. Do that. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked, spoon 3:51 PM · Jul 21, 2024

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[ravelintherain]

Your needs, My needs | A Lestappen series

What are you willing to do to make things work? (A seven-part work on the beautiful violence of love)

Read on AO3 | Songs that inspired this story.

Words: 53,722 | Works: 7 | Complete: Yes.

My attempt of tracing this lovely picture. I was already tracing it for fun, but dreamt with this idea and ended up liking it.

PART 1 | Hold me in your arms, and never let me go — 3,9 K

After realising how badly the 2023 championship was going, Charles Leclerc was planning to just rot in his bed before flying home after the Spa circuit. But the pilots got him partying with Max Verstappen, alcohol and old songs that remind him of something he would rather forget every time he looks into his bright blue eyes.

PART 2 | There is still a trace of body paint — 4,2 K

Spa 2023. What could two pilots do to each other when they could not resist their own intrusive thoughts of taking each other to bed?

Or,

Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc discover the world of wanting each other's bodies more than they ever imagined.

PART 3 | You are too good to be true (why do we make the simplest things so hard?) — 5,1 K

Far and away from everything and everyone they know; Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen discover love and their own fragility together in the Dutch countryside during the 2023 summer break.

PART 4 | Will anybody ever love me? — 7,3 K

Preserving a romance a secret when you are relentlessly on camera is a challenge that Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen face every day as they try to hold their relationship out of the public eye. They love each other deeply, but is that love strong enough to keep them together through their trials and tribulations?

Part 5 | There will be happiness after me — 9,5 K

“You have to understand this, Charles. You can still be in love with Max after everything that happened. You’re just older, stronger and wiser, but you’re still Charles. Our Charles. Whatever you still feel for him doesn’t make you weak, makes you human.”

Or,

Charles Leclerc, years retired from Formula 1, is invited for the weeding of Max Verstappen, his ex-boyfriend.

PART 6 | If our love died young — 6,8 K

"You said time changes hearts moments before you walked out that wedding, but why have mine not changed a bit for you since you left?"

Or,

Charles Leclerc has taken refuge in a café in Monte Carlo. One afternoon, the past pays him a visit in the form of his ex-boyfriend, Max Verstappen. They had last met when Max got married almost two years earlier.

PART 7 | How it glistened as it fell — 16.6 K

What are you willing to do to combat the violent volatility of love?

Hope you enjoy this little universe I made :)

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW True Blue Spa Nourishing Body Bar Soaps in Mango Butter, Raspberry, and Honeydew Kiwi

early-mid 2000s

Found on Mercari, user DeesB●utiiq

[son1c]

onward and upward?

falling stars fic masterpost

The evening sky was awash with delicate ice cream clouds. The wind had curled them into fluffy orange cones, and as the night rolled in, they soon became sprinkled with stars. There were no flickies up this high; it was just the manta ray battleship sailing through the atmosphere with Sonic at its helm. Most of his excitement from their great escape had worn off by now, but he still wore a smile on his face as he lazily pushed the yoke forward, pressing the ship onward.

Periodically, the sensors in the cockpit would blink or ding. Sonic glanced at them every time they did, and made sure to review the various buttons and knobs around him as well, but everything was fine. He sat back in the pilot's chair with his feet kicked up on the dash.

Rouge had given him the coordinates to her casino about an hour ago, and Sonic, liking the sound of crashing at a place with good music and lots of fun, had entered them into the ship’s navigation system immediately. But they were still a ways off from Night Babylon.

Far below the ship, the desert sands surrounding Scrap Brain Base created a cocktail of color. It was no more interesting to look at a second time than it had been the first time. Sonic was just glad he didn't have to endure the nighttime chill as it blew across the dunes again. Inside the cockpit, it was warm, and the soft yellow glow of the overhead lights kept him alert even when the sun disappeared under the horizon.

Shadow was perched on a section of the ship’s dashboard that didn’t have any controls on it. He sat with his back to the window, leaning forward slightly with his elbows on his thighs. His brow was creased, and his mouth was turned down in a small frown. Every so often, he rubbed one of his inhibitor rings, his mind elsewhere.

His thoughts lingered on Scrap Brain Base. So much had happened while he was in stasis, and he hadn't been there for any of it. He was still reeling from Sonic's transformation into a Robian. Supposedly, that was fixed now, but the blue hedgehog still bore the scars from the Roboticizer. His body remained segmented by dark lines even though he was back to being flesh and fur. And his eyes…

Shadow looked away when Sonic turned his head from the window. The hedgehog's bright green gaze followed him out of the corner of his eye, however. And Shadow could still feel it on him even when Sonic didn't say anything.

The sound of wind rushing by the outside of the ship grated on Shadow's ears. The dark hedgehog gripped the edge of the dashboard. He suddenly felt claustrophobic inside of the cockpit, but he knew the relative openness of the rest of the cabin wouldn't alleviate the pressure on his chest.

So, Shadow stayed where he was. And he said, "I had a dream."

Sonic blinked. He tilted his head to the side and asked, "Yeah? What about?"

"It was about…" Shadow's grip on the dashboard tightened. "Your words from the forest. Something you said then stands out to me now. That comment about a golden figure… while trapped in stasis, I believe I saw the same one."

Sonic shifted in his chair. "For real? You recognize it at all?"

"It might've been you."

Despite his verbiage, Shadow spoke with certainty. Like he knew it was true without really knowing. He watched as Sonic's eyes widened, the weight of Shadow's words sinking in right away. But then Sonic's eyes closed and his mouth stretched into an amused grin.

"Nah," Sonic said. "Couldn't've been the same one. I mean, unless I was lookin' in the mirror… how could I have seen myself?" He dropped his legs to the floor and turned in his chair. He was facing Shadow fully now. "You saw me. I saw you. Not sure what the color change is about, but that's what I'm gettin' from this."

Shadow thought about the misty face he'd seen in his dreams. The grin it wore and the attitude it radiated, so strong even through the ether. When he looked at Sonic's face now, he got the same feeling.

"The Doctor said we fell from space," Shadow said.

"He also said we fought a giant lizard," Sonic said. Then, he shrugged. "I'll buy the first part. But that second one's kinda rocky. Our new pal's gonna need to back it up before I start believin' it."

Rouge. She was out in the cabin with Omega, presumably working her magic and keeping the bloodthirsty mech from blowing a hole in the side of the hull. She had her work cut out for her considering the zoo's worth of badniks that made up the rest of the ship's passengers, but since no alarms had gone off yet, Sonic assumed she was succeeding in her quest to keep Omega from reenacting the opening cutscene from Sonic Adventure 2.

Shadow was quiet for a moment. The weight on his chest persisted, a horrible reminder of all the things he couldn't change. “The you that I saw in my dream,” he began, “what if you can never return to that state again?”

Sonic looked at Shadow with those eyes. Those unnatural, glowing eyes that threatened to crush the dark hedgehog into pieces. And he said, “That’s the fun part. Stuff comes and goes. Not knowing what I’ve seen or what I’ve been for the last time is just part of the adventure!”

Shadow toyed with his earring. Despite his initial reluctance to wear it, he was glad he still had it, and that it hadn’t been lost back at Scrap Brain. “Your point of view is admirable,” Shadow said slowly. “But it’s on this that we differ.”

“I’m not sayin’ you gotta agree with me,” Sonic said with a wave of his hand. “That’s just the way I see it. When everything’s temporary, everything matters. So I gotta take it in while I can, that way I don’t have to worry about missin' it once it’s gone.”

Shadow’s hand fell from his earring. The star shaped jewelry twinkled when it caught the light, and Sonic smiled at it. At Shadow.

“Even so,” Shadow said, shuttering himself from Sonic’s smile with a scowl, “the Doctor will pay for what he took from you. If you won’t seek retribution, I'll do it in your stead. This, I promise you.”

Sonic reached out and patted Shadow’s shoulder. “You say that like you’ve got somethin’ to prove,” Sonic observed. “Well, I’m tellin’ you right now that what you’re trying to do, you’ve already done. There’s no promise in the world that could mean more than stickin’ with me when I didn’t have two legs to stand on.”

Shadow shook his head. “That was a favor repaid, nothing more.”

Sonic fiddled with his own earring. His gaze turned back toward the window, and the night sky beyond. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Shadow said stiffly. A tangled web of feelings churned in his gut. He chose to focus on the one that he was most familiar with: anger. "This goes beyond what was done to you. The Doctor crossed both of us, and now with that cheap copy…" Shadow's anger was joined by disgust as he remembered the expressionless face of the Shadow Android. "I won't allow such an insult."

Sonic tapped his thumb on the yoke. "I get the feeling he's a fan of fakes," Sonic said. "I mean, come on--you remember that fake we saw of me on the way in, right? Maybe it's just his M.O."

This didn't help calm Shadow. "He'd be wise to think twice before dedicating his time to tawdry mirrors. They'll all end up shattered in the end."

Suddenly, one of the sensors on the dashboard started to go off. Unlike the routine beeps from before, however, this time the screen was lit up bright yellow. Sonic and Shadow both leaned over it to see what it said and found that it warned of an anomaly on the lower deck.

Sonic rolled his eyes. "Man, Mr. Ivo sure skimped on the specs for this thing. That could mean anything!"

Shadow got down from the dashboard and began moving toward the door. He said, "Stay the course. I'll take care of it."

Sonic snorted. "Leavin' me on the bench, huh?" He thought back to how he'd left Shadow to secure the ship with Rouge and Omega while he went after Buggy on his own a few hours earlier. "Guess I deserve that," he conceded. "But take Omega with you, yeah? He could use the fresh air."

Shadow paused at the door to the cockpit and glanced back over his shoulder, but Sonic had already turned back toward the dashboard, his fingers trailing over the buttons curiously. So, Shadow pulled open the door and exited the cockpit, leaving Sonic to fly the ship alone.

What he didn't see was Buggy slipping through the crack in the door at the last second. The little robot could be quite opportunistic, that way.

Out in the main area of the ship, badniks crawled and skittered like bugs. A collection of caterkillers curled around the support beam in the middle of the cabin, while a pair of monkey robots tossed a crabmeat back and forth like a football. Four buzzy bombers seemed to be having a race around the meager airspace, circling the cabin as if they were Nascars on a track, with a group of rollers attempting to knock them down by throwing each other up at the ceiling to intercept them whenever they looped back around.

And then there was Omega, still in his corner. Rouge was with him, and so was his number one fan, the wasp robot from the basement. It was anyone's guess why he hadn't squashed the pesky thing yet, but it probably had something to do with Rouge regaling him with tales of her more violent plunders over the years. It was like Cocomelon for the war machine.

Shadow walked up to Omega and said, "You're with me. There's a problem on the lower deck."

"NOW IS NOT A GOOD TIME. THE BLOODSHED WAS JUST GETTING STARTED."

Rouge smiled coyly. "And there's more where that came from," she said. "After we do some snooping!"

Shadow raised an eyebrow at Rouge's use of the word 'we.' But ultimately, it didn't matter to him if she tagged along or not, so he didn't comment on it. Then, he turned away from her and headed toward the back of the cabin.

The hatch that led to the depths of the ship was by the tail of the manta ray. Shadow had to weave around the menagerie of lollygagging badniks in order to get to it.

Rouge and Omega followed closely behind. Omega kept his eyes glued to the floor as he walked so as not to see the badniks. If he didn't have to look at them, it was easier to pretend they weren't currently sharing the same space. Although, the buzzy bomber's trills as it said goodbye broke the illusion for a little bit.

Once the three of them were all standing around the hatch on the floor, Shadow knelt down and unlocked it. Then, he grabbed the handle, and heaved. The circular hatch was large--about twice as wide as Omega--and made of solid reinforced steel. But it was like a paperweight to Shadow, and he lifted it up easily. With one hand, he held the hatch over his head, his face now pointed downward so he could peer into the ship's maintenance shaft.

There was a ladder that led down one side, but it quickly disappeared into inky blackness. At the bottom of the shaft, there were no lights, so it was completely dark. A faint wind rose up from the passageway as well, and it rustled Shadow's quills.

The hedgehog turned to his two companions. However, before he was able to say anything to them, Omega jumped down into the shaft. His mechanical voice echoed up to Shadow and Rouge.

"IF THE PROBLEM HAS A FACE, I WILL TEAR IT OFF! YIPPEE!"

Rouge shook her head, but she did so with a smile. Then, she offered her hand to Shadow and said, "Let's skip the ladder, shall we?"

Shadow looked at her hand. A kind gesture.

He didn't take it.

"After you," he said, gesturing to the ominous darkness at the bottom of the shaft.

Rouge brought her hand back to her side. Casually, she said, "Ladies first, hmm? How very noble of you." Her face betrayed nothing of what she might've been feeling. And if she stretched her wings and dropped into the shaft a little too quickly, it was only because she wanted to get on with their "snooping," as she'd called it.

Shadow watched her disappear with a frown. But he didn't linger on it. And after taking a breath, he jumped after her and Omega, with the heavy hatch slamming shut above him.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

I'm doing this for you

Image Description: a six panel digital comic depicting scenes from The Adventure Zone Balance.

The first panel shows Taako, a tan elven man with long, blonde hair, pointing the Umbra Staff at Lucretia, an older Black human woman with short, white hair. Taako's face is contorted in fury, Lucretia's in fear. Behind them, columns of the Hunger can be seen. Orange handwritten text across the top reads "I'm doing this for revenge"

The second panel depicts Magnus, a young, white human man, proudly holding a carved wooden duck. Magnus has short auburn hair and an auburn beard. He stands in a plain room.

The third panel depicts Merle, a fat, grey-haired dwarven man, half submerged in a mud bath, his face serene. Merle has long grey hair tied back in a bun and a long grey beard with a mustache. He is shirtless and his left arm is missing; a wooden left arm sits in a flowerpot. He relaxes in a green spa. Orange handwritten text across the top of panels two and three reads "I'm doing this to try and stay true"

The fourth panel depicts Lup in her skeletal, red-robed form. She appears in a cave in front of a large vault door. Her skull faces the viewer and appears to smile. The Umbra Staff rests against her body. Orange handwritten text appearing in the empty space beside Lup reads "I'm doing this for the ones we left to twist in the wind"

The fifth panel depicts Barry in his lich form. Barry is a shadowy figure in a voluminous red robe; his face is obscured, only yellow eyes are visible. His hands appear smokey. Above him is a black opal disk meant to represent the Hunger.

The sixth panel is as large as the previous five combined and features Fisher, a large purple and blue jellyfish, serving as the backdrop. The top right corner features a closeup of Davenport's face. His scared, green eyes are the focal point. His greying orange eyebrows and mustache can be seen. His eyes are obscured with what looks like static. The bottom left corner features the IPRE patch warped and obscured by static. Orange handwritten text curls throughout the image that reads "I'm doing this for you." "You" is in all caps.

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[im-robins-bitch]

Just a lil blurb about Robins first time kissing you

Your feet kick against Robin’s under her blanket and she recoils at their icy touch. 

It makes you giggle, the sound muffled slightly by the pillow your cheek is smushed into, the same pillow Robin is resting on. 

Her cheeks are dusted pink, making her freckles all the more endearing along with her glassy blue eyes. Her hair is mused over the pillow, it had been carefully styled before the party at Steve's but now it’s a collection of cowlicks and knotty strands. 

She kicks you back, hitting your calf in revenge. She curls her foot around the muscle, bringing your legs closer to hers. 

"Are you cold? She asks. You nod although really, after how much you drank, you can’t tell if your cold or not.  

Her legs wrap around yours and every meeting point feels electric. Her calf in between yours, her thighs pressing into yours. 

Her skin is soft as a peach, and the vanilla and cinnamon body lotion she uses only makes her more appealing. You can feel the slight prickle of her leg hair starting to grow back in and your mind wanders like it always does, to how the rest of her skin would feel. 

She draws back your attention by squeezing your hand. Your fingers had been entwined for half the night. Drunk best friends, that was all it was. 

Only your other best friends don't make your pulse race. You don't avert your gaze from Steve when he reaches up and exposes his stomach from fear of drooling. You don't look at Nancy while talking and lose your entire train of thought. 

There's certainly no one else you would want to be wound around in bed, noses almost brushing as you whisper secrets to each other. 

Robin's thumb rubs your wrist, bumping against the friendship bracelet she made you when she was bored one shift. The threads are tattered and the colour is blanched because you refuse to take it off. 

She must feel how quickly your heart is racing, as her thumb presses into your pulse. How can she not notice what she does to you? Time spent with anyone but her feels wasted. You only come to every one of Steve's get-togethers because Robin is also always there. 

Last week you spent an hour carefully painting each of her nails. You savoured rubbing in the hand cream you insisted she needed for the full spa day experience. Your fingers traced every ridge, vein and wrinkle, because you had to make sure it was all soaked in. 

You feel her breath against your chin as she blinks up at you, her responses are slow from the shots you had both done earlier. Some of her lashes are sticking together to make a triangle. You reach your pinky out and brush them apart, making her eyes flutter shut. 

“Tell me another secret?” You whisper. 

It’s your favourite game, swapping secrets. You feel yourself growing closer to Robin with every secret she spills. You know it’s silly, but you also hope that one day the secret-spilling from her lips will be that she likes you. 

Her freckled cheeks grow warmer, her nose turning a rosy colour. You know that means this secret is going to be good. She nuzzles further into the pillow and consequently closer to you. 

She whispers her secret to you, voice so low that if you hadn’t been staring at her lips, watching how they moved to form each word, you wouldn’t have been able to piece together what she said. 

“I’ve never been kissed”

It startles you so much that you go to sit up, but your tangled legs don’t co-operate so you end up falling back down. Your shared pillow puffs up and the rush of air makes Robin's hair fly up and then float back down again. 

Your wide eyes stare into hers. For once you don’t get lost contemplating them because it’s just so unbelievable a secret to be true. “You can’t lie,” You insist, shaking your head and jostling hers from its resting place. 

She pulls herself up on her elbows, drawing her legs out from around yours and you immediately regret your words. “I’m not lying” She huffs. 

“What about-”

“No one. I’ve kissed no one,” Her fingers grip the comforter tight, she tries to move away from you but you pull her back down. Her back hits the mattress, causing the bed to bounce slightly, her arms falling back down to her sides. 

You crawl on top of her, holding yourself up on your forearms as you hover over her. The shots have made you bold it seems. You lean in, and for a second Robin thinks you might kiss her, just to make her a liar. 

Robins's eyes close, but all she feels is your breath against her lips. 

“I don’t believe it” You whisper.

She cocks one eye open and then the other when she sees you’re not leaning in further, just waiting for some kind of explanation. One she doesn’t particularly feel like supplying you with. “Why? Because I’m 20 and it's just too pathetic?”

You shake your head, shushing her with a finger to her lips. Your arm feels like it’s been zapped. Just the side of your finger touching her lips makes your body shiver, you can’t imagine how it would feel to touch her more intimately. You don’t think your body could physically cope.

“You’re just so beautiful Robbie, I mean look at you,” Your finger lifts from her lips, replaced by your thumb. Her breathing hitches and you decide to take it as a good sign rather than a bad one. 

“Your lips are made for kissing, they’re so pink,” Your thumb moves to push down against her bottom lip, “ and so soft”  Your thumb traces her top lip now, dragging back and forth, “and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cupid’s bow so perfect” 

Robins's face is scarlet now, you can see it even in the glow of an orange-hued lamp. 

She gulps, her hand coming up to fist at your flimsy pyjama top. She can feel the frantic beating of your heart through the shirt. It’s what encourages her next decision.. “If my lips are so perfect, why aren’t you kissing them?”

You don’t hesitate as you press your lips to hers. 

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[23fallencomets]

Can I know more about Blue (Navy and True)? Max/Logan👀

yes oh my god!

So it takes place during a fictional 2024 season where williams are doing pretty well, like not fantastic, they’re not at the top of the mid-field but also not at the bottom, and Logan’s seat is still in jeopardy. Max and Logan’s friendship starts in Spa.

directly after the snippet i posted, Logan sort of goes toe-to-toe with Jos about Max’s place during the race (which he lost) and it’s implied that Logan doesn’t have a good relationship with his father. Max feels something for the way Logan was so ready to jump in between him and his father.

the fic kind of goes from Logan defending Max from that one incident to Logan being someone Max can depend on outside of his immediate circle. The two are able to depend on each other from then on and were usually seen together at the paddock or at other events where Max invited Logan as his guest.

They go from friends to something even they can’t understand or describe until *surprise* they both crash out during a race and have a whole revelation about their feelings.