#which is he sleeps nekkid

[kandavers]

yo abt that recent video, since boothill is powered by electricity and not gas, would his synesthesia beacon be the one translating his snores into engine noises? or is it a secret other thing i haven't thought of?

I'm going to be honest with you, I had to look up what "Synesthesia Beacon" was #fakefan 😔😔😔

But in my humble opinion I think snoring isn't a language so it doesn't need translation from the Synesthesia Beacon, hope this helps 🙏 /hj HAHAHA

Just think of his snoring as, maybe, an old computer trying to run Demanding games like Genshin Impact or something. Aggressive whirring of his cooling fans perhaps. ... I just think Car Engine sounds fit him more because to an extent, he's much closer to a vehicle than he is a computer. like. Do you see my vision here

[elexaria]

simon is confused when he and johnny fuck for the first time. he think its kinda similar to when dudes end up fucking each other in prison— maybe it’s because theyre constantly away on missions together, sometimes even months at a time. “it’s not… gay or anythin’… just.. killin’ two birds with one stone. we’re just two blokes with needs.” simon says as he stands up, hands quickly moving to buckle his belt back up. johnny, like the whore he is, is smoking in bed— still butt nekkid. “aye, sure.” he replies with a snarky chuckle, amused at how quick simon is to try and justify them sleeping together. which would be understandable…. if this wasn’t the fifth time they’ve fucked. This Week.

[anavatazes]

Hi. *shuffles feet* Been a while. Might still be a bit yet before I start posting regularly again. Long of the short? Had a bit of mental break and needed a break. Slowly easing my way back into things. Slowly.

Obligatory picture of Mara, taking the youngest to school. Her favorite thing, next to eating ❤️.

Anyway, heart is still in a stranglehold by Joel. Pedro as Joel is NOT helping, as he does 😏.

And what really prompted this, was one of my original heartbreakers from when I was a teen, in combination with one of my most favorite characters in comics are coming together again to expand on their time together in the Savage Land 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠.

Is it January yet 🤤🤤?

Uncanny X-Men 269, 274 & 275 were my favorites when they came out. Rogue was already my favorite character among Storm and Nightcrawler, but this story really captured her essence. She was depowered, just arrived out of Siege Perilous, no one else around, and is attacked by the Mauraders. She uses Gateway's ability to escape but ends up in the land of dinos, fighting Carol Danvers, and being saved by the missing Magneto?! Who Jim Lee really could draw 🤤🫠. It's a great story, and I recommend it.

And now, this January, they are revisiting that story to fill in some gaps. I do hope they don't do any retcons. There is enough hate from Rogue/Gambit shippers as it is, that if they even get a hint of Magneto anywhere near Rogue, they explode. It's like, dude, fucking chill. Gambit has been the end game all along. We all knew it from the moment the Cajun first laid eyes on her. They are married now. If ya'll don't stop, I'm gonna start hating a favorite couple of mine... and it's not the one you want.

Also, no retcons in this, because, well, Magneto is the king of retcons, and I am tired of it. The major being his children Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. Sorry, not sorry, you cannot still draw Pietro like Max, and say Max did not birth that boy. Nope. Even acts like him, still. It's Max Eisenhardt, Jr. So, no retcons. Don't cheapen the Legacy romance nor ruin things in the ROMY world.

Seeing more of Magneto helping Rogue figure out what is wrong with her powers, please! The man is a fucking genius. Self-taught in so much, too! Let the man show off! Part of what makes him so hot 🔥.

I want to see Colossus' son. Other than a blip here and there, we saw him last in the 80s, I think? Even if it's in passing with the tribes Ka-zar and Shanna are helping, just something!!!! The X-Men know he’s there. WTF happened to him?! This would be perfect for it.

Zaladane. More backstory, please. We were never given 100% yea or nea if she is, in fact, another of Magneto's children or what her exact connection to Polaris is. Not sure what I want, other than closure. This is as close to a return for the character as we're gonna get, and I will enjoy every minute.

I read a good chunk of Tim Seeley's run on Nightwing, and he's good. There is hope that this just won't be a wet dream of a scantily clad chick with two half nekkid guys and dinosaurs! Dick Grayson is a pretty complex character, as are Rogue and Magneto, so I feel they are in good hands.

As a few who are reading this know, I've been looking for pre-order information. I still haven't found any. But I did find an exact release date for issue #1 -

January 15, 2025. It's already on my calendar. I will probably blow my husband's mind and buy both digital and physical on this straight away. I always get digital on the Kindle and use the points I earn to buy more digital, which saves me tons of $$$$. Then, I will buy the TPB or individual issues of the books I want. It's rare I go straight in. But I want more Rogue stories, and this is how you get more Rogue stories.

Hope all that was understandable. Thanks to a stupid change in insurance, I am without one of my meds, and I am feeling it. Lack of sleep, high anxiety levels, and a breakthrough migraine that won't stop. I may not have been all that coherent 😄. Anyway, love you bitches. I am making my way back. Slowly.

[jmdbjk]

Vampkookie

Okay. That escalated quickly.

We went from ARROOOOOOoooOOOO all over the tl to Kookie looking like a damn bloody snack, or looking very satiated because HE had a bloody snack or we’re all about to go feral when the rest of the package drops and gnaw our own arms and feet til they are bloody. 

It’s obviously a multiple choice situation. The answer could be “all of the above.” 

Actually, some have already gone feral and are feverishly typing up new au scenarios involving vampire Jimin because that’s a given since he pretty much is the one who bit JK on the neck and also has reminded us forever that he sleeps all day and plays all night. I KNOW YOU ARE WRITING THAT STORY!!! YOU CAN’T DENY IT!!!

And artists are already churning out fantastic fan artworks as we speak.

Pick the version of undead that does it for you: Lost Boys, Vampire Diaries, Twilight...they all involve hot, sensual people (even though vampires are theoretically cold and dead) all of which will make you question your own sexuality, no matter what it is. Even that movie with President Lincoln...what was it called...Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. Look it up. That was an almost believable masterpiece. President Lincoln as a hottie...who woulda guessed? I paid real money to see that movie. I think I even read the book. So I like vampires, kinda....leave me alone.

What a way to upend what we know...thanks JK.

And now we know there’s a whole slew of these coming in hot. If I am understanding correctly, each member participated in their own photo/video shoot or Photo Folio, from concept to art direction to styling....ooohhh laawwwwd Jimin best not be too nekkid, I might die. 

Did you know his VampKook pic dropped at midnight with a full moon? In some lore-circles it is thought that werewolves and vampires are enemies. Werewolves have a long history with full moons.

Werewolves are mortal and age just like humans while vampires don't age and are immortal (except for some things that can kill them like sunlight and garlic). Looking at you Jimin and Jin.

[krys-loves-otome]

Different Universe, Same Love: Day 4

Mythology AU | Fantasy AU

(image below the text and the cut, because while the important parts are covered, the majority of the piece does imply a whole lot of nekkid, pls don't snipe me, tumblr! At the very least, I'll be putting it up on my ramblings twitter, located here, in case I do get sniped)

But Cupid, being now recovered from his wound, and not able longer to bear the absence of his beloved Psyche, slipping through the smallest crack of the window of his chamber which happened to be left open, flew to the spot where Psyche lay, and gathering up the sleep from her body closed it again in the box, and waked Psyche with a light touch of one of his arrows. "Again," said he, "have you almost perished by the same curiosity..."

-Lucius Apuleius, "Cupid and Psyche"

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The Cupid (or Eros, depending on your flavor) and Psyche myth has always been one of my favorite ones. So, when I saw one of the prompts was for mythology, I knew that was what I was going to create for.

Honestly, I had a harder time on who the suitor would be who was holding onto Miri. Currently, she doesn't have a set suitor, so I debated as to who I wanted to draw with her. First thought was Belphie, but then Lucifer's bday stuff started happening and that got me thinking about him instead. Plus, the symbolism of him cradling MC gently, happy to see her alive isn't lost on me (the almost parallels to Lilith would be a nice touch, I thought). So, that's the reason I went with Lucifer instead.

Pose inspiration was the Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss statue by Antonio Canova. I'll just link to the website but be forewarned that the site depicts other nekkid statues, so go at your own risk as you might see some marbly bits and bobs.

Thanks again to @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady for hosting this event!

See you loves tomorrow for Day 5's Entry!

[deathonyourtongue]

Good Vibrations

Summary: While on a well-deserved vacation through the California desert, you realize being on a bike with Henry is fun in more way than one... Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: SMUT!!! X RATED!!! ALL THE NEKKID BITS!!! A/N : This one is for my very first patron, @livinglifeformemyselfandi​ ! Thank you so much!!! Hope you enjoy, hon!❤❤❤

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Death Valley wasn’t the first place people thought of when they thought ‘vacation’, but after a rough few months at work, it was just what you needed to get away. Even better than the destination, was how you and Henry would get there. After much discussion, you’d both decided on renting a Triumph to make the trip from the hustle and bustle of L.A. to the relative peace and quiet of Death Valley. Deciding to let fate take you where it may, your only concrete plans were for where the two of you would sleep, everything else left to which direction your whim chose to take you. 

After a stop to take in the Sequoias that were bigger than your wildest dreams, you decided to keep heading north, towards the Sierras. Though you still had your sights on Death Valley, curiosity and the need to find somewhere to swim took over, and you eschewed your original destination for day two. 

Holding onto Henry’s broad chest as he guided the two of you up along the winding curves, sharp inclines, and sudden drops of the road, you began to realize that the vibration of the bike was having an unexpected consequence; namely, it was hitting all the right spots. Your arms tightened around Henry as your focus shifted from the scenery to the sensations between your legs, a plan forming in your head as the vibrations grew stronger the rougher the road got. 

Before long, you were writhing in the saddle, unable to help yourself as you rested your helmet against Henry’s back. Smiling as you heard the in-helmet radio crackle to life, you began to let one of your hands roam down Henry’s stomach, resting your fingers at his belt buckle as you listened for what he was going to say. 

“Everything alright, darling?” He asked, your smile growing as you finally let your hand go the rest of the way. 

“See that lake? We should stop there,” you answered, giving him a gentle squeeze that left it perfectly clear why you wanted to stop. 

Like most of the area, the lake was secluded and set back just far enough to be almost completely hidden from the view. It didn’t take long to find a dirt trail, and though you knew you’d have to give the bike a wash later, it was more than worth it for what you had in mind. 

The uneven surface only added to your need, and you could feel Henry getting hard beneath your fingers as he drove towards the water. It didn’t take long for him to find the perfect spot to cut the bike’s engine and carefully, you got off, slipping off your helmet and your leather jacket almost immediately. Your smile coy, you waited for Henry to do the same. His facial expression--part confusion, part excitement--only served to broaden your own smile, and you didn’t hesitate to close the small gap between you. 

“What’s gotten into you, love?” He chuckled as his arms slipped around your waist, Henry smoothing your hair back before kissing you deeply, neither of you minding the sun that beamed mercilessly down on the whole area.

“Let’s just say the bike did something...unexpected,” you grinned, your hands reaching for his buckle once more, his going for the hem of your tank top simultaneously. 

Kisses were the only interruption to both of you getting naked and it only took one easy lift for you to be laying over the seat of the bike, legs spread just wide enough for Henry to have no doubt of how ready you were. Dripping wet, it nevertheless still made you gasp when his tongue licked a wet stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. Eyes closing against the bright sun, you let Henry take over as he licked and sucked every last bit of you, just as eager as you were. 

You were a mess before long, inner thighs soaked with a mix of your juices and his spit, everything tingling as you grew closer and closer to the edge. Henry had a knack for reading your body language, and as you began to squirm, he pulled away, smirking as he stood to his full height and moved around the bike. 

He didn’t have to say a word as he positioned himself at your mouth, Henry’s fingers immediately slipping over your hair as you took him in hungrily. Moaning softly at the precum that immediately coated your tongue, you laved his length languidly, indulging in not only in the act, but the fact that you had absolutely nowhere to be and no deadlines to meet. 

Your eyes widened in excitement as Henry swung a leg over the body of the bike, placing himself in the perfect position for you to swallow him down. Relaxing every muscle in your body, you kept eye contact as he slowly worked himself into your mouth. It had taken a lot of practice, but you no longer panicked when his cock hit the back of your throat. Now, it was second nature to simply relax and let him push down into your throat, the sensation one that never failed to bring a shiver of pleasure to both of you. 

“Oh, darling, that feels so fucking good,” he growled, Henry making sure you were ready before beginning to slowly fuck your mouth, letting you swallow him down every time he thrust in.

As with you, it didn’t take long before he began to get close, and though he wined, you pulled away with a kiss and a impish little flick of your tongue into his slit, a move that made his abs contract and a moan to escape his lips instinctively. 

Staying exactly where you were, you watched Henry move towards the back end of the bike again, your ankles lifted onto his broad shoulders in seconds as he lined himself up. 

“Such a naughty, naughty, girl,” he smirked as he plunged in, making you cry out happily. “Needing it so bad, you’ll risk us getting charged with lewd and lascivious conduct to do it.” Winking at you, he started a demanding pace that had you mewling and begging in no time. 

“Henry!” you whimpered, your chest pressing into his wandering hands as he fucked you hard, making you feel every inch of his cock as it rammed in and out. 

“Like that, darling? Like it when I take you hard, out where anyone could see us? Huh? You’re so wet, I think you do.” He panted, Henry increasing the strength of his thrusts, so that every slam of his cock against your cervix made you see stars. 

“Y-yes! Oh my god, Henry, so good!” You whined, chest heaving as you watched his cock snake in and out of you with all the strength he could muster without tipping the bike over. 

“Love seeing how you stretch around me,” he grunted, one hand sneaking back to spread your lips apart, Henry as much of a visual creature as you were when it came to sex. “Fuck! So hot,” he added, shaking his head as though he still couldn’t believe you were all his. 

“I’m so close, Henry!” You begged, thighs shaking visibly as the pleasure threatened to overtake you. 

“Yeah? Then cum for me, love. Don’t hold back,” he smiled, changing the angle to ensure you made a mess when the time came. 

Letting out a yelp of surprise, you couldn’t keep quiet if your life depended on it as every thrust hit your g-spot without remorse. Whether it was the risk of where you were, or just the fact that it had been a while since you’d had time for more than a quickie, you couldn’t help but feel like it was the most intense sex you’d ever had. You couldn’t help but hold out as long as you could, wanting Henry to get as much indulgence out of it as you were. 

“FUCK! FUCK! HENRYYY!” You squeaked out when you couldn’t hold back any longer, the sight of his muscular body giving it to you with all he had just too hot to handle. 

Eyes rolling back into your skull, you shook all over as you squirted and came, Henry’s name rolling off your lips like an invocation as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, neither of you caring that you’d soaked every inch of skin between you. Your body gave another shudder as you felt the tell-tale jolt of his cock inside you, Henry close to falling over the edge with you. 

“C’mon, baby, fill me up,” you encouraged, tongue licking at your lips suggestively as you watched the action between your legs through hazy eyes. 

“Jesus christ, darling! Fuck!” He grunted, plunging into you one last time and staying as deep as possible as he began to empty inside your still-contracting entrance. 

Wrapping your arms around him loosely, you couldn’t help but squirm as you felt his thick, hot cum flooding you, taking up every last bit of room you had to offer. With a final shudder, Henry kissed you passionately, his hands touching any slip of soft skin he could find as he came down enough to regain the use of his legs. 

“Show me,” he said after pulling out, his eyes still hungry despite the intensity of his own release. “Don’t be shy, darling.” 

Biting your lower lip, you slowly spread your legs, letting him see his handiwork. You watched his face as a hefty dollop of his cum slipped slowly down from your entrance, tracing the path to your backside at a teasing pace. 

“Fuck, you look good enough to eat,” Henry growled. 

“Save me for dinner,” you grinned, your eyes catching a truck turning onto the same road from the mouth of the highway. Pointing them out, you and Henry both scrambled to look presentable once more, zipping up your jackets and getting on the bike just in time for the car to come over the ridge, a family of four taking up the seats. 

“Smile to the nice folks, love,” Henry said over the radio, both of you trying your best not to look suspicious. The family waved back as the two of you ambled past on the bike, making sure not to kick up too much dust, as they had their windows rolled down.

Giggling, you couldn’t help but get a secret thrill as Henry put the bike into gear back on the highway; the next few hours would be spent going over bumpy roads with Henry’s cum still thick and heavy inside you, the mere thought of it exciting you all over again. 

[lihikainanea]

i had a thought. let’s say tiger and bill, they’re away on a trip. maybe she joined him while he was filming, maybe it’s a little getaway. either way, they’re staying in a hotel and that night they just go at it, it’s so intense, bill is all rough and dom and tiger is in heaven. he provides aftercare and snuggles up with her to sleep. but the next morning, he has to slip away because he got an important phone call. and tiger is still asleep, but when she wakes up, she’s so unbelievably out of it. she’s feeling super small, and it would’ve been okay if bill had been there beside her when she opened her eyes.

but he’s nowhere to be found. in her state, this sends her into a panic, and she’s already frantically calling his name as she climbs out of bed, peeking into the bathroom and out on the little balcony, but he’s not there. now she’s small in a bad way and she’s spiraling. she’s in an unfamiliar place and her big dude isn’t there to comfort her after the night they had and she’s a mess. so maybe she calls him, and he’s in the middle of his call still and he can’t hand up so he silences her call without thinking. but she calls again. and again. and he realizes that she’s likely panicking since she woke up to an empty bed. so he books it back to their room and finds her crying softly and oh he just feels like a big idiot because he left her without warning and now she’s small and upset and he’s gotta do some damage control.

this got so long but was thinking about this and had to send it okay

Bish I am just trying to survIVE and you comin’ for my life this way?

I swear to god I feel like I need aftercare after reading this ask, sweet nani. Because jeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus. What a delicious rollercoaster.

Alright let’s start at the beginning here. I have a very soft spot for these two idiots on vacation (as is uh, perhaps evident in the fact that I have an entire tag dedicated to the wonder of #vacation bill). And Bill is real handy to have around in the sense that whenever he’s filming somewhere nice, somewhere tropical, it kind of automatically turns into a mini vacation for them--tiger will either come out and join him on set, or she’ll come out right as he wraps and they’ll spend a week there. Her Big Dude will relax and unwind after a shoot, and she’ll get to soak up some sun and bask in his company before returning to reality. Maybe it’s somewhere real nice too like....like French Polynesia or something. It’s single-handedly the most beautiful place she’s ever seen.

And tiger is always a little more uninhibited on vacation--as she should be--and maybe Bill is also able to finally relax and not be as uptight, because this island is like....deserted. Maybe it’s one of those mini private islands. In any case, like--tiger can sunbathe on the beach topless. And nobody but her Big Dude can see--and oh, see he does. Bill spends like, hours just staring at the glistening tatas and he’s all too eager to manually ensure they are fully protected with sunscreen. He checks at least once an hour.

At least.

But it’s been a real good few days. Tiger is wearing big tropical flowers in her hair, and it’s driving Bill wild. That curl on his forehead is getting just a little floppier and a whole lot more blond, and it’s driving tiger wild. She basically hasn’t worn panties in a whole week because he just tears them off anyway. She’s wearing her cute little sundresses that make him salivate, and he’s wearing these white linen shirts with the collars all open so she can see the soft skin of his chest--a little more golden than it was--peeking through.

It’s a mess of hormones, of inhibitions thrown to the wind, of fantastic sex. And tiger is getting a little smaller every day because she just feels so safe and so well taken care of, and the smaller she gets the more it flares his protector and dominant side so he’s being even more caring and mushy with her.

And it all culminates in this one night that just blows all the others out of the water. Tiger needs it hard, keeps begging for it rougher, and Bill just also needs to dominate the shit out of her. It’s rough. It’s filthy. She’s pretty bruised by the end of it, an overstimulated mess, Bill can’t feel any part of his face or his legs and he’s really only half conscious--but the Good Dude, he takes care of her how she needs. He knows she’s way too sensitive for a bath, so instead he gathers her up and brings her to the bathroom, gets a few wet rags and carries her back to bed. He can’t even leave her sight for a minute when she’s like this, so if he needs to fetch something--he has to carry her around like a koala to do it. He wipes her down gently but she whines at even that, sits her up and gives her some water. Sometimes she’ll eat but sometimes her stomach is too sensitive. Once she’s had enough water he’ll make her some tea, because an adrenaline crash always makes her cold and a bit shivery. Blankets are touch and go, sometimes they feel okay and sometimes she just doesn’t want anything on her skin because the sensation is too intense. As she sips her tea he’ll make sure to keep touching her, keep talking to her--tell her that she’s so good for him, that he loves her, that he’ll take care of her, that she’s safe to bask in it for as long as she wants. He’ll rub out some of the marks on her wrists, run his hands along her thighs and gently massage out any cramps. He’ll rub some coconut oil on some of the bite marks, put some ice on some of the bad bruises. He’ll give her bottom a gentle rub down to ease some of the sting, and before long she’s basically comatose--so he gathers her up and keeps her pressed into him, keeps her warm.

Bill is always extra conscientious on nights like those, to keep his arms tight around her. He’s usually like an octopus anyway and she’s never able to get very far, but after a real intense night his brain works on overdrive as he sleeps and has a few extra alarm bells when it comes to Little Human. He’ll make sure he’s holding her tightly, just to make her feel safe. At the slightest stirring, the slightest sigh, he’s awake and checking on her--making sure that she’s comfortable, that she’s not in pain, or that she’s not scared or getting small in a bad way. Bill knocks out after a night like that because he’s exhausted, but he never fully rests because somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s paying a little extra attention to her to make sure she’s okay.

And look, 99% of the time--Bill gets it right. He knows that after a night like they had, he needs to be awake before her--and he knows that she needs to feel his arms around her, she needs to hear his voice as she wakes up, to know that she’s safe. Because the first thing that she’ll likely feel is pain, and then a bit of panic, and then a bit of embarrassment--all of which can absolutely send her spiralling if he’s not there to reassure her that she’s safe and cared for and loved. Bill constantly marvels at her courage and her bravery, to let him do these kinds of things to her, so he takes her needs real seriously.

But he’s not perfect. And sometimes--sometimes he fucks up. Sometimes he gets it wrong. Sometimes he’s a bonehead. And it’s just because he’s human, and he makes mistakes.

Maybe it’s not even a phone call, right away. Maybe Bill is a bit restless and after a brief sleep, he woke up and he just...he can’t sleep anymore. He can see the full moon disappearing, the sun waking up in the horizon. He can hear the soft waves of the ocean, can feel the warm tropical breeze coming in through the window, and he just can’t really help it--it calls to him. It’s still so, so early, just barely dawn, and he really thinks he can get away with just a quick dip in the ocean, a little soul-cleansing swim in the waning moonlight, and be back in bed to snuggle her for a few more hours before she wakes up.

So that’s what he does. He oozes out of bed real slowly and stacks pillows all around her so she’ll still feel like she’s in a little cocoon. He throws some shorts on just to have somewhere to put his phone really, because the shorts are coming off as soon as he hits the beach. And sure enough he heads down, gets nekkid, and paddles into the ocean.

It’s exactly what he needs. He sprawls on his back and just lets the sea envelop him, lets it ebb and flow and carry him as it will. He’s not in it for too long, just long enough to quiet his mind, and then he heads back to shore. And as he tugs his shorts back on, he pulls his phone out--and he sees a missed call from his agent. It’s still too early for tiger to be awake, and it’s late enough in LA, so he calls back.

And like, this is where disaster strikes. This is where he completely loses track of time. Maybe it’s because he wandered inside somewhere so he can’t really notice how much the sun has risen, maybe it’s because it’s a really detailed call about a lot of things he was waiting to hear back on--either way, he fucked up. Big time. And he realizes it all too late--realizes how far up the sun is, realizes when he hurriedly hangs up the phone that he’s been on it for 90 minutes, and his stomach just sinks.

And tiger, for her part, is way worse. Because I love what you mentioned here--it’s not just that she woke up after a rough night and her Big Dude wasn’t there. it’s that she also woke up in a strange place, an unfamiliar place, all out of sorts from a rough night, in pain, and when she whines and goes to snuggle more into him he’s just...not there. And when you’re in that headspace, when you wake up with your mind all fucked up from an intense night--it’s always the little things that set you off. Tiger doesn’t feel safe where she is. She doesn’t feel safe because she doesn’t recognize where she is, and Bill isn’t there--so that must mean that she ISN’T safe. And part of the reason why she needs him the morning after is because she’s so out of sorts, but she recognizes safety--and safety is his warmth, it’s his gravelly voice in her ear, it’s his gentle hands running all along her. That’s safety, that’s comfort.

She has neither of those things when she wakes up.

And it’s all coming apart very quickly. She’s crying, she’s shaking--hell I don’t even know if she’d have the wherewithal to even call him--and she’s in pain. Legit, physical pain from the night before. And as she’s starting to wheeze, she tries to gather some blankets and she just goes to the bathroom and shuts the door, huddles in on herself, and tries in vain to calm down.

And after realizing his colossal fuck up, Bill is gunning it up the stairs because the elevator would take too long. And he prays to whatever god he doesn’t even believe in that she’s still asleep, but deep down he knows she’s not. He has to try and take a few deep breaths and stop himself from busting through the door because if she’s already panicking and scared, then barreling in like a hyena is only going to terrify her and shut her down even more. Instead, he forces himself to breathe and swipes his key card with shaky hands.

“Tiger?” he calls out softly, “I’m here sweet girl.”

He hears it immediately: the awful, horrible sound of her sobbing and wheezing from the bathroom--and he opens the door slowly. It’s pitch black but he knows she’s huddled into the corner.

“Lights,” he warns her gently before he flicks the switch on. He’d leave her in the darkness, but tiger needs to see him and know that it’s him. And god, the vision he’s met with--he wants to kick his own ass. She’s all curled up there in the corner, naked except for a few blankets, she’s all bruised and a little scratched from their night, and she’s crying and heaving and she looks terrified. He reaches for her immediately, just gets on the floor with her and grabs her, crushes her to his chest as she cries out.

“It’s me,” he soothes, “It’s me, kid. I’m here.”

She puts her hands on his chest, thunks her forehead into the hollow of his neck and he hears her take in a small sniff.

“I’m here tiger,” he says again and squeezes her tighter, “And I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry, kid.”

She wails when it finally clicks in her brain that he’s there, and that she’s safe now. She tries to ask him what happened, where he was, why she was alone, but the words are only coming out as gasps in between her sobs and he shushes her softly. He just squeezes her tighter, doesn’t make any move to get up off the floor, just stays there and holds her and tries to get her to focus on her breathing.

It takes her a really, really long time to calm down even a little after that--but Bill doesn’t move. He just waits. And eventually when she’s just exhausted from it, from all the adrenaline and emotion, eventually when she’s just crying but isn’t gasping for breath anymore--he hugs her tighter to him, and stands. She clutches onto him and he winces as she digs her nails in, but he just keeps talking to her, keeps rubbing a hand up and down her back, and he gets them settled on the bed.

“I’m sorry kid,” he says again, “God I fucked up.”

Tiger is basically a mess for the entire day. He can’t leave her side, and god she needs so much reassurance, so much comfort, so much touch and so much of his attention. He’s happy to drown her with all of it, because god he’s having the biggest fucking dom drop of his life and he just feels so guilty about it.

Maybe a day or two later--or hell maybe even more than that, if tiger isn’t in a good headspace for awhile--maybe he’ll eventually approach her, because he knows that he owes her an explanation and a more sincere apology. Maybe a few days later when she’s a little more stable--still not in a great headspace but better--he’ll approach her as she’s reading on the balcony that afternoon.

“Tiger,” he says as he sits on her lounge chair, “I want to talk about what happened.”

She shifts her eyes nervously, but he scoots closer.

“Okay,” she mumbles.

He doesn’t even know where to start. So instead he just grabs at her waist, shifts her until she’s on his lap so he can hold her close while he looks at her.

“Tiger I’m so, so sorry,” he says as he grabs a gentle hold of her chin, “I fucked up, big time. I should have been there.”

“Where were you Billy?” she asks quietly, “You’re always there when I wake up. And this time you weren’t.”

God, his heart is just in pieces.

“I know,” he tells her, “I couldn’t sleep, it was the middle of the night so I just left for a swim. I meant to be back in like, 15 minutes. But I missed a call from my agent, and then I called her back and I just...I completely lost track of time.”

She sighs, nodding softly as she fiddles with the neckline of his shirt.

“I just fucked up kid,” he says, “In a real big way. And I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” she mumbles. He manages a little lopsided, half smile at that.

“Are you okay?” he asks genuinely. And she pauses for a beat, but then she nods.

“Still a little fucked up about it,” she admits, “But overall, okay.”

“Do you know what I can do to make it better?” he asks, and she thinks for a moment.

“Not really,” she says, “I...I don’t know. I just want to be close to you. A lot.”

He smiles softly at her.

“We’ll start there, then.”

He basically has a little koala attached to him for like, a week after. Which is just fine, because he’s also dealing with such a massive amount of guilt at the fact that he let his girl down. That she was terrified and scared because he failed her.

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain:  Chapter 807:  Streak:  Part III / III

Yang stood atop the wall and bellowed out, "Yo!" She waved. Mercury was the first to turn towards her. Cinder next. A disdained Emerald right after her. Cinder said something to Emerald, whom put on a fake smile. "Ladykiller wants to talk to you!" Yang bellowed. Cinder bowed her head and nodded. The three of them walked off to the tower's main gate. When they were out of sight Yang looked down. "We gotta talk, so get your little naked butt up here."

Ilia decloaked and looked up, "How did you know I was here?"

"Blake saw you." Yang stated. "Now get your little nekkid butt up here. We have news. Good news? Bad news? Don't know?"

Ilia leapt up, only to be caught by Yang. Yang gave her a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on the ass before letting her go. Ilia looked at her as if she was completely lost.

"That's for all of your stalking saving Jaune." Yang said with faux confidencet. "You don't know how much it means to us." she said, and wiped a bit of moisture from her eyes. "In celebration of all of your naked, stalkerishness, we... uh.. wait... Did you hear about Aurora?" Ilia just stared at her. "Okay, so, she's moving into her closet. Her idea. Apparently it wasn't a closet, but servant's quarters, or somethin'. Anyways, we decided to let her move in."

"And?.." Ilia quietly asked.

"And, how does this affect you?" Yang asked, "Well, yeah, with you always stalking Jaune over something, and it been really helpful and all, we've decided that you could, you know, move in as well. If you wanted to. You're stalkerishness has really, you know, paid off, but, you know, only if you want to, you know?"

"If... I did?.." she slowly asked, "Where would I sleep."

Yang just shrugged. "We haven't worked out the details, yet. It's an if you want to sort of thing. And if you don't, he's got plans to reno the little tower thing to give you proper rooms."

"I honestly haven't thought about it." Ilia stated, "I've never had my own room. I've never thought about wanting my own room."

"Well, yeah," Yang said, "just because you've never had one, doesn't mean you don't deserve one."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Like I said," Yang said to her, "your naked-butt-stalkerishness has saved hubby at least a couple of times, and, you know, even if you don't, I think everyone deserves their own room. I mean, we didn't have much in Patch, no one did. But one thing we did have a was a little bit of space so we can always do our own thing, you know?" Yang asked, and then sighed, "Of course you don't. Anyways, doors open, or not. Maybe talk to us before you do? Man, I'm terrible at this. Well, you know?., chill." she said, and started to sashay off to the tower.

Ilia just looked out to the mountainscape, completely lost for thought.

* * *

Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury stood in the tower's antechambre. Emerald looked nervous, Cinder neutral, and Mercury annoyed. "Hello?!" he shouted, and it echoed in the tower. The clack of heels against the ground could be heard as Aurora approached.

"I'll be sure to tell the master of the house of your arrival." Aurora said.

* * *

The slow, plodding, heavy footfalls could be heard coming down the stairs that seemed to shake the very tower's foundation. Soon enough the clacking of heels, subtle fall of lightly-fallen boots, and heavily trodden shoes. A great groan bellowed about the tower. Eventually Aurora reappeared. "He will see you in the lounge. If you could come with me?"

Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury walked into the lounge. Jaune sat augustly on a couch with Ruby and Weiss on either side. Flanking both sides was Blake and Yang.

"What did you want to talk about?" Jaune asked.

"This might kind of be my fault." Yang voiced, and Jaune looked at her, giving her a steely gaze.

"This is not judgement," Weiss voiced, "but acceptance."

"Coming from her judgyness that means something." Yang stated, "But, now that we're all here, we should talk about what's going to happen to the three of them. I mean, we can't keep them here forever. Their plan was to heal and then get lost, right?"

"That was the plan." Blake stated. Jaune turned towards her and then towards the other three.

"But, trust?" Emerald asked.

"I trusted that Cinder wanted to be healed." Jaune stated. "I couldn't really ask for more of everyone else."

"Unless you want to stay here, dick-riding Ladykiller." Yang said, causing Weiss to scoff. "Then I think you've worn out your welcome."

Blake leaned into Weiss, "It's a metaphor." she said, and Weiss seemed to calm down.

"What about truth and love?" Emerald asked, "And puppies and kittens, and rainbows?.."

"We've got rainbows!" Ruby exclaimed. "That said, they're right. We don't trust you. We can't trust. The best we can do is hope you try to stay out of the fight."

"And the big guy?" Mercury asked.

"Sympathetic souls." Jaune stated, "At least how Ren said it. I can feel her pain and sorrow and anger."

"And?" Mercury asked.

"Maybe joy?" Jaune asked. "Like her, I had to learn to feel joy."

"And you're just going to abandon her?" Emerald asked, "I thought we were?.."

Jaune groaned and she stopped. "She knows." Jaune said, looking at Cinder. Emerald looked at Cinder and saw her gleeful, disturbing face. "You look beautiful, by the way." Jaune said to her.

"Wait, what?" Yang asked.

"At least on the outside." Jaune continued.

"Ahh." Yang added.

"Maybe one day you can be so on the inside." he continued.

"Very well said." Weiss quipped.

"So, what now?" Yang asked.

"We have Taj drop them somewhere." Blake simply stated, and Jaune nodded.

"I thought we were friends?" an exascerbated Emerald asked, and Cinder reached out to hold her hand, arms and fingers entwining.

"I thought we were using them?" Mercury asked.

"We can be!" Ruby said. "Just not now. You have to prove to us that you're not so evil any more."

Both Mercury and Emerald's face fell with shock as Cinder kneeled down in front of them. "We won't forget what you've done for me. For us." She then pulled Emerald down with her, she quickly kneeled beside her, shock still on her face. Cinder glared at Mercury. Mercury sighed and kneeled down. He breathed in deeply trying to find his words, only to pause and breathe to find them again.

"I... I'm sorry if this sounds insincere. I've never had to do it before."

"You are doing wonderfully." Cinder said to him. "As I said, the two of you have only ever made one mistake."

"Thank - you." Mercury slowly stated, as if the words were completely foreign to him.

"I think I speak for everyone here." Yang said, and then paused to deeply breathe in and out a few times, "I'm kind of happy it worked out. Who knows, maybe someday we can not hate you."

"That's really the best we can ask." Cinder said. She elegantly stood up, Emerald quickly and nervously following her. Mercury quickly jumped to his feet.

"We're going back to our servant's quarters, aren't we?" Mercury asked.

"Well?," Jaune asked, "on one hand, I hate you, on the other hand, we're not the ones who built it."

"I feel the same way." Mercury stated. Jaune nodded towards the door.

"I will see them out." Aurora stated.

"She wants to make sure we don't stick around." Mercury replied.

"That is the less polite version." Aurora said to them. "This way, please?"

The four of them left. "Snow Angel?" Jaune asked, and she looked up at him, to see Ruby's hand hanging off his antlers. "Could you get your sister? I have a favour ot ask of her."

Weiss kissed him on the cheek before standing up. "But of course."

* * *

Weiss and Winter walked into the lounge to see Ruby piggy-backing on Jaune, firmly holding onto his antlers. "Winter?" Jaune asked, "Please sit down." he said, and pointed at one of the couches. She quickly and elegantly moved to do so, Weiss sitting on the far end of the couch. "Now, I know we haven't always gotten along..."

"There's only one Snow Angel." Weiss said, with a radiant, light blue flush.

"Hm. Yes?" Jaune asked, "And I know you are on leave to see your sister, but I was wondering?.."

"Yes?" Winter neutrally asked.

"Okay, so?" Jaune continued, "Cinder and company will be departing."

"That will be quite a relief." Winter simply stated.

"Anyways, so Taj is going to go an drop them somewhere."

"Where?" Winter asked.

"I honestly don't know and don't care." Jaune stated.

"We just want them to go away." Ruby said from Jaune's back.

Winter looked like she wanted to say something but held it back.

"This would leave you as the only pilot... and airship... here..." Jaune trailed off.

"You wish for me to remain on stand-by in case you have an issue?" Winter asked.

"Oh, uh, yes." Jaune replied.

"Should I move my airship into the hangar?" Winter asked.

Jaune nodded, shaking Ruby a bit as she tried to hang on. "That would be really helpful, yes."

"When do they depart?" Winter asked, and the sound of an airship's engines could be heard spining up. "Ah, yes. If you would excuse me, then?" Winter asked.

Jaune once again nodded, shaking Ruby even more. She eventually Petal Burst off of his back, sitting beside Weiss. Weiss stood up, causing Ruby to pout.

"I will help my sister." Weiss stated, and kissed Ruby on the cheek, causing Ruby to smile. The schneesters walked away, and all was quiet until they left the room.

"Well," Jaune said, and momentarily paused, "that went better than I was expecting. I really don't know what she thinks of me."

Blake jumped on his back, grabbing his antlers, "And what do you think about her?"

"I don't know?" Jaune asked, and Blake kissed him on the cheek.

"Exactly." Blake stated.

"Alright?" Yang asked as she looked on jealously, "I know I'm not as - petite - as your other wives, but I should get a to, you know?"

"What time is it?" Jaune asked.

"Dusk." Blake stated.

"Which is?" Jaune asked.

"Precisely 17:33." Ciel stated. "Permission to enter, sir?" she asked.

"I, uh, yes?" Jaune asked.

"What can we do for you?" Ruby asked.

"I have finished moving my stuff into my quarters and have sent my coded reports to General Ironwood." Ciel stated.

"Aaand?" Ruby asked.

"And?" Ciel asked, and paused, "I am requesting orders."

"What?" Jaune asked.

"She's a cadet." Blake simply stated, as if that was enough of an answer.

"What do you want to do?" Ruby asked.

"I don't follow, ma'am?" Ciel asked.

"What did the General tell you to do?" Blake asked.

"To assist frame designated Penthesilea." Ciel quickly stated.

"No." Jaune simply replied.

"No?" Ciel simply queried?

Ruby Petal Burst in front of her, "She's not a thing, she's Pen... Penthesilea." Ruby stated.

"I was under orders to?.." Ciel tried to say.

"Didn't the General?" Blake interrupted, "Request?"

"Indeed?" Ciel asked.

"So, it's not orders." Ruby said, "He probably thought she could use a friend."

"I do not follow." Ciel stated.

"Be friendly with her." Blake said from Jaune's back.

"I do not..." Ciel voiced, and then trailed off.

"Ruby?" Jaune asked, "What do you do with a friend?"

"Clean my weapon!" Ruby exclaimed.

Ciel saluted, "Am I dismissed?"

Jaune looked about until Blake poked him a few times, "Oh, right, uh, yes. Yes you are."

Ciel did a parade about-face and walked off.

"Clean your weapon?" Yang asked.

"What?" Ruby asked, "You're the ones who asked me. ME?"

"She makes a good point." Blake replied, and vaulted off to land beside Yang. She kissed her on the cheek before turning black and vanishing.

* * *

Penthesilea stepped naked into her shower. "Are you certain?"

"This is what I was ordered to do." Ciel stated. "I have no weapon, other than you, and was explicitly told that I should spend time with you, cleaning my weapon."

"Won't your clothing get wet?" Penthesilea asked.

"You make a valid point. If you could pause long enough for me to disrobe?" Ciel asked.

* * *

Ciel finished scrubbing Penthesilea with mathematical precision and she stepped into the shower stream. Once Penthesilea had had rinsed off her hair, she turned to Ciel. "Yes?" Ciel asked.

"My turn." Penthesilea stated, "But don't worry, I promise to be more gentle than you were to me."

"This is not..." Ciel tried to say.

"It's what we were ordered to, is it not?" Penthesilea asked.

"But?.." Ciel tried to say.

"We're not leaving until I've scrubbed you top to bottom.

* * *

"So?" Yang asked, as she and Jaune walked into the garden, "Do you think that was a good idea?"

"Which part?" Jaune asked.

"Telling Ciel to go scrub her weapon?"

"I have no idea." Jaune stated, "Have you seen her use a weapon?"

"During her fight, Penny did most of the fighting." Yang replied. "Too bad we lost the daylight. I'll have to get SOME - ONE to keep me warm."

"Just say you want to cuddle." Jaune replied.

"This way is more fun." Yang said with a bright smile and bright orange flush.

[belladonnaandulriched]

the artist | chapter seventeen

“Quite the nice evening, isn't it?” Chris began. Joey and Lars had returned back inside to the speakeasy to get ready for bed. I finished my tea and Lars was kind enough to take my cup for me; the chamomile had warmed me enough to where I wanted to call it a night myself. I was about to call my parents about what was going on there given I wanted to sleep in my own bed that night. And yet I wanted to spend the night there with them. I wanted to have a little slumber party of sorts. That sort of thing felt like such an unknown world to me, given I had come of age during the pandemic. Slumber parties and even so much as hanging out with boys, it felt like something out of science fiction to me.

Granted, I had had parties over a screen but it wasn't the same. It didn't have that visceral feeling that all of those old movies with teenagers seemed to put on display. Then again, they were works of fiction, but I knew in my heart of hearts that it was a real thing, a real thing that happened before my time.

I sighed through my nose as I gazed up at the inky black sky overhead.

“Yeah, it really is,” I said and my voice trailed off.

“What's wrong, Holly?” he asked me in a kind tone of voice.

“There's—just a lot on my mind at the moment,” I confessed to him.

“Well, go ahead,” he encouraged me as he kept his voice down low. “Share your mind.”

“The virus is coming back,” I said as I dropped my gaze to the street below us. “It's coming back and hungrier than ever.”

“Yeah? And?”

“Don't you wonder what could happen with our parents?” I asked him.

“Always,” he replied as he folded his arms over the top of the rail. “During the worst part of the pandemic, I started thinking about children especially. Like by the summer's end, I was actually feeling glad that I haven't had kids yet.”

“Yeah, it—seemed kind of dicey to be in school at the time,” I muttered: I had flashbacks to when I started school again and I felt like the only person who was wearing a mask and willing to stand six feet away from the person next to me in the lunch line. I told my mom about it and she took me out of school thereafter: I always learned better on my own anyway. And yet I daren't tell him about it. Not yet anyway.

I knew there had to be a point in which I had to tell Chris the truth about myself, and I knew that day could very easily be my birthday. It had to be my birthday. I had to come clean with him on my birthday.

“But I just remember thinking,” he continued, “'god, all those little kids in elementary school are coming home covered in finger paint and the virus—' I can't imagine being a parent at that time, much less a parent at all.”

“I wonder about how it gets people like us,” I confessed, “you know, it makes its way into our brains and causes us to have strokes.”

“Right. And not strokes like the strokes of your paint brush.”

I chuckled at that.

“Now, now, that's a different type of stroke,” I assured him; I turned my head for a look at him. The shadow of the night hung over him like a dark veil: the glow of the street lights down below and the lights from the speakeasy behind us gave him this eerie, almost ghostly glow to his already milky skin and his face. He knitted his eyebrows together at me and showed me a pensive expression.

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” he asked me in a near whisper.

“Mayyyybe,” I teased him, to which he snickered.

“I wanna strip for you and be your model,” he stated.

“Oh, I see. You wanna get down and get nekkid for me.”

“Unless the both of us get down and get nekkid together then it's out of the question,” he teased me.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“I dunno.”

I burst out laughing at him, to which he set a hand on my shoulder, and then he slid it down onto my upper arm. He slithered his fingertips about the fabric of my jacket as if feeling out the fabric. That outermost layer of fabric rustled underneath the tips of this fingers.

“Like what you feel, Christopher?” I teased him. He leaned his head in closer to my face as if he was about to whisper a secret into my ear. I caught a whiff of that soft soapy cologne on the side of his neck.

“What are you doing?” I asked him in a hushed voice. He didn't reply, but instead he brought his lips to mine. The skin was smooth and soft, like the skin on the side of a cherry. He sighed through his nose as he followed it up with another kiss. Two more.

On the fifth one, he brought a hand to the back of my head. I could feel his fingers making their way into the roots of my hair at the back of my head. I took off my jacket and let it fall onto the chair Joey had sat in before then. I surrendered: I was alone there with the boys and I was looking at eighteen regardless of what happened between us that night.

I could feel it between us, a weird tingling sensation that told me we were going to go places after this little round here. At least if sex ed ever taught me anything useful and I ever learned anything from touching myself. I knew the meaning and I stood at the threshold of the game and Chris was about to play that game with me.

He and I were about to paint something together: I was his canvas and he my paint brush.

“Touch me,” he whispered into my ear.

“Where?” I whispered back.

“You know where.”

Everything was dark save for the light from the street and from the side; I reached down to undo his jeans. My fingers slipped on the button but I managed to undo it and then zip him down. The sides of his jeans sagged down his hips: I could hear them fall down his thighs. I reached down his shorts to feel his warm flesh. Warm and smooth, much warmer and smoother than that on his lips.

“More?” I asked him.

“Please.”

I reached down to feel that length there: wet like the tip of a brand new paint brush.

“Your fingers—gently—”

In the dim light, I made out the sight of his eyes closing. I didn't know what to do so I figured I had to follow his lead instead. I fondled him right down the length towards the wet end. I was gentle like how he wanted.

He parted his lips and let out a soft moan.

“Deeper,” he begged. “Use your hands. Your whole hands.”

I did just that and he moaned again: at one point, he gritted his teeth and groaned inside of his throat. He jerked back and staggered towards the other side of the porch. I followed him down onto the floor. He landed on his ass and then he fell onto his back: in the dim light, I noticed his jeans bunched around his knees and his lower legs. My heart pounded at the sight of him. He was right there on display for me.

All for me.

“Let's get down to brass tacks, babe,” he grunted out. “Be the artist. Be my artist.”

I knew what this position was just by hearsay. The Amazon.

But I wanted to call it The Artist instead because he was my paint brush and I served up the canvas. I took off my jeans and set one foot on his right side and then the other foot on his left side. I sighed through my nose: I could feel it between my legs. It wasn't as damp as I wanted but it was more than worth it. It was Chris: it had to be more than worth it.

I sank down over his erection. It felt like sitting on a cucumber, a hot moist cucumber, such that I jerked up.

“What? What's wrong?”

I swallowed. I didn't know what to say. I was afraid to tell him of my inexperience. But then—

“Oh, you need some warming up?” he asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Tell me where you like it.”

“My tits.”

“Show me.”

I peeled off my shirt and I had exposed my bra to the outside world.

“You're gonna make me do all the work, aren't you?” he teased me. I felt him reach around my back to the hooks. I felt it loosen. It slid down my arms. I was naked.

I felt his lips brush on the tops of my breasts. He ran his fingertips over the nipples. I felt them tighten up: his touches made me think of feathers. It tickled but I could feel myself rising. Moistening. Breathing harder.

“Good?” he asked me.

“No,” I quipped. He touched me some more. I sank back down on his erection. It slid inside as if there was nothing to it. I gasped, but he put me on top.

I shifted my hips to and fro. He never took his fingers off of my tightened nipples.

I was growing wetter. He was growing softer, or so it felt like anyway.

He grunted. I closed my eyes.

Get off here? Get off here.

I let out a noise that sounded like I had been running a mile; he made something that sounded like that, too. I lifted off of him and he muttered something to himself.

“What's—Is everything okay?” I asked him as my voice broke.

“I'm glad you got off me when you did,” he groaned out.

“Why's that?”

“I came so much right now—holy shit.”

I didn't dare look behind me but I did climb off of him. My lips ached from the grinding. I could feel something trickling down the insides of my legs.

“Oh, shit,” I muttered.

“Is everything okay with you?” he asked me.

“I have to use the bathroom—” I adjusted the straps on my bra and rehooked it at the back. I turned back to the rail for my shirt and my jacket: I put my jacket back on but I used the shirt to cover my crotch area. I scooped my underwear up, and I hurried off of the porch and doubled back into the speakeasy. Their voices followed me down the hall to the bathroom.

Sure enough, once I found myself in light, I saw I was bleeding. Lucky for me, I had learned how to make my own pads once the hysteria over toilet paper during the pandemic had died down, and pads and tampons had taken off of the shelves. I lay my shirt on the counter next to the sink basin and took a seat.

I slid my panties back on plus a temporary paper pad on the inside there. I stood back up to wash off the inside of my legs when I heard a knock on the door.

“Holly?” Chris called through the panel.

“Hang on, Chris,” I said to him: I wondered where the washcloths could be as I used a bit of paper to wipe off the blood from the inside of my thighs.

“I've got your pants, though.”

I tossed the bloody paper into the trash can and then opened the door about an inch for him. He cradled my jeans in his hands for me as if he was bringing me a bouquet of flowers. I felt my face grow warm at the sight of him and those black curls tousled back from his face.

“Thank you,” I said to him as I opened the door a little bit more and I took my pants.

“Also, hurry up, I gotta take a piss.”

“Gladly!” I assured him. I closed the door to put on my pants and then wash my hands. My ass and the inside of my thighs ached from the act but I had crossed the threshold. It was only the beginning of the game for me from there.

I made my way out of the bathroom and he showed me a sly grin and a wink. I giggled at him and then I made my way down to the end of the dim hallway, towards the large room where I could hear their voices. It happened to be across the hall from the painting room: I stepped inside to find Will, Joey, and Lars down on the floor atop three sleeping bags; the latter two were closer to the right wall of the room while Will was in the middle of the floor. They had set up a hurricane lantern between them: the entire room was bathed in bright and almost neon bluish white light.

“Did Stoney and Dave go home?” I asked them as I left the door ajar behind me. There went my ride.

“They sure did,” Will told me with a smile and a pat of the sleeping bag next to him. “Have a seat! We were just telling ghost stories to one another.”

“Are you alright?” Lars asked me. And then I noticed I was walking funny.

“Yeah, I just—” I started. “—I just a had a moment while helping Chris turn off the lights.”

“Oh, I see,” he said with a grin on his face.

[mysteriousxmidnight]

Feeling blah, so I decided to do some Evguel (Evan x Miguel) HCs using the Ship OTP questions from awhile back :D I definitely see this ship as the least angsty of the DEH ships I enjoy, and I really needed some fluff today. Also TY to @djbead123 because some of these are from hcs that we discussed together :D

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? Miguel would totally rock the seat and Evan would be like “STAHP OR NO CUDDLES LATER!”

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? I hc Miguel as the flirty, sassy one in the relationship, so probably Miguel. Although Miguel has really brought Evan out of his shell, so he would definitely feel more comfortable initiating sexy times, as well

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? They both love taking a bath together. But it’s their Relaxing Time. Especially when Evan’s sick. When Evan’s sick, they’ll take a bath and Miguel will sing softly to him, and Evan often falls asleep. Shower time is sexy time tho

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Miguel would totally walk around nekkid and Evan would be like “omfg can you please put some clothes on but also plz don’t because i’m enjoying the view”

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Neither, they sleep better together. Miguel is always cold so he likes to snuggle up to Evan, who’s always warm. Miguel be like “I’m still mad at u but come cuddle. But no talk. Just cuddle.” And Evan be like “ugh fine, cuddle. but i’m mad too. so no talk. just cuddle.”

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? Can 100% see Miguel taking pics of Evan. But then Evan’s like “pls don’t?” So Miguel stops.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? Evan said it first, but then he freaked out, worrying Miguel didn’t feel the same way, and that he’d hate him now. Miguel calms Evan down and then assures him he does, in fact, feel the same way. Although Evan has really come out of his shell with Miguel, he still has bad days where his anxiety is just awful. On those days, his brain tells him dumb things and he and Miguel will fight, and then Miguel will be like “Because I love you. Stop doubting that.”

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? Evan loves wearing Miguel’s sweatshirts because they smell like him and comfort him.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? Miguel wakes Evan up to tell him about cool dreams. Evan has nightmares, and Miguel sings him to sleep

10) Who is more likely to cheat? Neither. This is my blanket answer for all my ships and it won’t change.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Miguel has to do both. He makes fun of Evan a lot, but in a teasing, good-natured way. And on Evan’s Bad Days, he has to reassure him that they’re in a relationship and he loves him.

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? Miguel would 100% start the food fight.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Evan doesn’t think he can sing AT ALL. But he loves listening to Miguel sing, and they sing in the car a lot

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? Evan definitely loves holding Miguel’s hand, even though Miguel has cold hands. Miguel would 100% pinch and grab Evan’s butt, and it makes him squeak every time, which makes Miguel VERY happy. Evan slides his hands around Miguel’s waist. He’s also the one to put his fingers in Evan’s belt loops and pull him close

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist? Neither. I mean, MAYBE Miguel because I could kinda see him being into art and calligraphy. 

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Miguel is more seductive ALL the time. He’s just a giant flirt. Drunk Evan is very flirty, too. Evan used to be really quiet in bed because he was nervous he would sound weird but Miguel has reassured him that he doesn’t need to hold back, ever

17) Who is more protective? Miguel. Evan’s anxiety still sometimes makes him feel really crappy and he doesn’t always defend himself. Miguel will literally bitch slap someone if they mess with Evan.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Neither. They either sleep, or they’re up and talking. Although I could see Evan staring at Miguel while he’s asleep, shocked that this beautiful boy loves him and wants to be with him.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? Miguel drives, Evan has the window seat.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? Evan falls asleep very easily when he and Miguel are cuddled up on the couch, and Miguel carries him to bed

21) Who cuts the others hair? Neither

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? Evan is SO bad at sexting, omg. Miguel teases him for it, too. They both send encouraging messages to the other throughout the day, though

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry? Evan doesn’t think he��s good enough for Miguel - at least in the beginning, and on bad days. I definitely think, over time, he’d become more confident in himself and the relationship. But at certain times, Evan definitely feels like he’s going to mess things up and lose Miguel. And Miguel is like, “Nope, you’re stuck with me.”

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Evan thinks he’s a bad dancer, but Miguel loves dancing with him, and picking him up and kissing him.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? Miguel. Again, he’s the goofy silly flirty joker, and he LOVES making Evan blush. But once in awhile, Evan comes out with something that makes Miguel laugh so hard, he can’t breath. And Evan’s always very proud of himself for that.

26) Who kissed first? Evan kissed Miguel first, very impulsively. And then he was like “OMG i shouldn’t have done that! I should have asked first. I shouldn’t have assumed. I mean, it’s cool if you don’t like me that way, I’ll just..” And he tries to run away and Miguel grabs his hand and is like “Nope, you stay” and kisses him back. And Evan just.. melts into the kiss.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? Evan has trouble sleeping (nightmares, like I said, plus stupid anxiety insomnia). He often accidentally wakes Miguel up with his restlessness, but Miguel is like “no worries, I’m craving pizza anyway!” And they order food and watch netflix

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Neither. I mean, Evan likes to write and Miguel likes to sing. But I don’t see them writing poems and love songs. 

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? Miguel would definitely pull a crazy stunt and end up in the emergency room

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Miguel wears contacts. The first time Evan saw him in his glasses, he flipped out about how cute he was, and Miguel was like “I disagree but ok” and now, when he and Evan hang out at each other’s houses, he wears his glasses instead of fussing with his contacts. But in public, he still wears his contacts as much as he can.

[polzkadotz]

Asas reread their fics - ftayc - part 4

And we’re back to rereading this fic!!!! last chapter i reread was the 7k monster of chapter 3, and this one... oh. Oh, this is also 7k?

wowie

if you want a spoiler to interest you, here we go lmao

we begin with this author’s note bc I don’t think I ever really talked about it here on my tumblr???

It was sort of my first time being recommended, really. I had noticed that my hit count had gone up substantially and I couldn’t understand it, but it was nice??? and then i found the post on the library and I was like Oh. I See.

Whoever it was that recommended me, thank you. Seriously.

But enough mushy-wushy, let’s tackle this giant.

We begin with this exchange, which...

I was trying to be funny and this still makes me smile so at least I amuse myself lmao

Neil needs to free himself of the plot device I pulled out of nowhere and he taps into his reserves of power that he has hid away for, basically, forever. One thing that I wish I had made more clear, which was basically the vitriol going through my mind as I wrote this fic, was that Neil had been cutting himself of his powers and how powerful he was for a fucking long time because

1) he bought into his mom’s reasoning that his father was simply Not Someone They Could Face and Win

2) he had made himself fit into a mold that would “make him survive” but, by doing so, he basically chained himself to a fraction of the three-dimensional person he used to be, which made meeting Jean and finding out that he had become a pet god for a human even worse because Neil could see all the ways they were similar but Neil had been doing that shit to himself voluntarily.

Originally, when I thought about making Neil a god in this fic, I did think about modeling him out of an existing god but also, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to make him be someone who was struggling with letting himself be what he was with his full-potential. Someone who had been cutting himself back for so long he had basically lost whatever sense of personhood he used to have. Someone who had started to get tired of cutting parts of himself and forgetting what he used to be so he would survive for--

What? Survive for what? Neil eventually realized he hadn’t been a person for too long and as long as his father was alive, he would never feel safe to be.

Now that I think about it, Neil was very much me working through my own shit about trying to live as myself at the same time that I had different versions of past me struggling with the person I was becoming. The person I wanted to be.

Anyway, back to the story.

There’s a throwaway paragraph where I sort of tease that Andrew’s dragon is becoming "hungry” and it was basically me trying very hard to foreshadow that the priest thing was going to happen lmao

After battling for two paragraphs against the thought of creating a new priest, Neil gets them back on track to go as far away as its possible for both dragons flying.

Nicky tries to get Neil to talk about the god thing, and I like how I made it clear that even being reminded that he had been a god was something conflicting to Neil.

And then we get to the part where Neil suddenly remembers that he has a lot more money than what he had previously said in the first few chapters, but who cares about plot consistency, am I right? Does it show that this fic was edited hastily? Because I can guarantee that it was :3

They stop in Mumbai, I think (the place is not important for past Asas and honestly... can’t say that’s changed lol). Nicky tries to get Neil to talk more about being immortal and stuff. Neil gives a bit of backstory, as a treat, and Kevin reveals what he knows, as a threat I guess lmao

I kind of imply that Neil only had one priest, which... I remember is not what I put in the sequel.............. so I do recommend you reread your fics before writing a new piece, wink-wink

OH MY GOD I MADE NICKY ASK WHY NEIL’S ENGLISH “WASN’T WEIRD” AND THEN I REPLIED WITH A SENTENCE THAT WAS BASICALLY STRUCTURED WITH PORTUGUESE GRAMMAR AND SOUNDS VERY WRONG IN ENGLISH

Asas... my god, Asas.

Anyway, after a lot of questioning, they eventually go to sleep and, when Neil wakes up from a nightmare, he has his daily fairy tale dose from Andrew, who’s also awake. I gotta be honest, I don’t even remember that fairy tale but it explains the Aaron, Andrew and Tilda.

After everybody wakes up from their naps, they go to their last destination: Tokyo.

Wait lemme check:

when did they leave Mumbai in my story?

when did they reach Tokyo?

yeah, that math totally checks out.

Whatever. As they arrive in Tokyo, Neil splurges even more money on a hotel for the whole crew, even though they had been pretty not nice to him as a whole lmao. But! The boy believed he was going to die, so what was he going to do with all that money?

Nothing, so he programmed an email to be sent to Andrew with the info for some of his bank accounts and fucked off to try and find what his mother had stolen.

Neil gets on a ferry that will take six hours to reach the island where is the volcano that his mother had made him hide his father’s immortality. Neil got nekkid because he wanted to have clothes when he got out of the volcano, you know?

(Also, yes, I’m gonna ignore the other time inconsistency from his travel inside Japan, I was very much pressured by the whole “got recommended on the library” okay, you can judge me through those lenses)

Unfortunately, for him, he wasn’t alone when he finally climbed out of the volcano.

Fortunately for him, this Ichirou Moriyama doesn’t want his father, who is very much interested in becoming immortal, to actually become immortal. Neil explains the whole immortality thingy (I found some typos and honestly? I shan’t fix them. It adds character) and Ichirou subtly kicks Neil’s clothes closer to him, which... I get it, my guy. It’s kind of difficult to have an intimidating conversation when someone’s bits are out and about.

As they are trying to hash out their problem -- as in, Neil’s father told them that Neil’s immortality would be viable to cure Kengo --, Andrew appears blowing his ball of flames onto both of them, and Neil uses his powers to create a pocket that repels the fire, so it doesn’t touch him or Ichirou.

(Why didn’t he use those powers on his clothes, as well? Dunno, don’t poke at my plot too much or it will definitely crumble right into your face, you’re gonna inhale too much dust and die from fandom toxicity, AND THAT’S NO WAY TO REACH A GOOD DEATH)

btw:

Neil, my dude. The dragon thought you were in danger? Chill out???

Neil rages for a few seconds but quickly turns that into a situation to ask Moriyama for his protection against his father, since Neil just technically saved his life.

Oh, and if you think “Uhhh, why would Neil even believe that Ichirou would keep his word?”

Don’t worry, I gotchu:

Ichirou agrees with the deal, for plot reasons. Since he got a deal out of it kind of easily, Neil thinks, “Wait a minute. If I give my father’s immortality to this Moriyama, literally passing the hot potato around, then the Moriyamas won’t be after me for an immortality, my father probably won’t be immortal and come after me as the death machine he used to be and I might be able to use it to free a certain god????”

So Neil uses his father’s immortality to bargain for Jean’s freedom, and he doesn’t wait for Moriyama’s response for that one. He simply hops onto dragon!Andrew’s back and they fly away into the... sunset? Sunrise? Don’t ask me, I clearly can’t keep track of the time passage in my fics.

And this is the end of the chapter!

Let me say something that I hope will be quick: this chapter felt much better written to me then the other three. It’s shaky in places, definitely, and it could’ve gone through a more severe round of editing, but I can certainly feel the positive outcomes of the pressure I felt after my work got a shout-out. This fic had been pretty much geared towards myself, so writing about the world-building wasn’t my focus at all in the other three chapters. In this one, I try to at least explain some concepts I came up with which???? Go me??????

I still wish I had taken the time to work on this entire fic to make it as close to what I had in my head, but in a comprehensive form for the attention that it got, you know? I mean, from the ashes you crawl is still my most everything -- most kudos, hits, comments, bookmarks...  It deserved so much better but also... I like that it feels rough? I like that it can clearly help to contrast the growth of my style or whatever?

It was written after a long, long writer’s block, and it only got edited and posted because I decided to participate in an event for a different fandom and it got me excited about writing again.

Anyway, I’ve talked too much. Here’s to hoping I can contain myself in the next posts lmao

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6

[kmp78]

Get a grip huh? Well you tell that to the girl who’s been saying when she was sleeping with Shannon she saw a scar on his member. Now why would there be a scar on his Letoconda? Vasectomy - Huuuuh??? If I told you that I saw Jared's naked ass... would you believe me??? Are you so naive Anon, or w.h.a.t.? Hello? Do you really believe in this #BS?! 🤦‍♀️

Weeeeell technically we've all seen his nekkid ass... 🧐😏

UNLESS Young Thesp Leto wasn't yet the masterful method genius he is today, and resorted to using a stunt ass in which case laaaaaaaaaame. 🙄

[dcarevu]

Batman TAS: Terror in the Sky

“Don’t you get it yet, Batman? You failed.”

Episode: 45 Robin: No Writer: Mark Saraceni (teleplay/story) and Steve Perry (story) Director: Boyd Kirkland Animator: Dong Yang Airdate: November 12, 1992 Grade: F

Ouch. Y’know, at least I’ve Got Batman in My Basement had fun stuff for the kiddies and an absolutely hilarious screwdriver duel. What does this episode have for anyone once they know the plot twist? I can’t think of a single thing. Not a single thing. Nothing stuck with me. Nothing is here that I care about seeing again. No killer lines. No great action scenes. Only a mildly good twist, and, well, it does have the incredibly cute scene from the She-Bat eating the fruit at the beginning, but really, this episode’s crime is just being flat out boring. I might even call it my least favorite episode so far. As if all this weren’t enough, this is the third episode within the last four to predominantly feature a human transforming into some type of creature-person hybrid. It doesn’t start off at the zoo again, thank the lord, but why this theme again? Twice that close together was pushing it. Yeah, seeing Langstrom a few episodes ago helps, it gives us a sense of continuity and story-ark, but I wanna see some other things from the world of Batman. I really like Man-Bat too, and a return sounds amazing on paper. Yet, while watching, I found myself looking at the time. What went so wrong?

Like I said, that fruit-eating bit was adorable. I really hope there’s a gif of that somewhere. After that, we see She-Bat going back to Langstrom’s house, and Langstrom jolts awake. Everything seems normal, and we are tricked into thinking that it was all a bad dream. Unfortunately, Langstrom gets up and finds scratches and fruit-splatter all over a throw-rug. This leads him to believe that he is turning back into the Man-Bat creature at night, and he simply doesn't remember it. But here’s what I wanna know. Why do they never notice his wife’s torn-up clothes? Does she never wake up to realize that all she’s wearing is tatters? This never sets off any red flags for either of them? That’s a bit of a plot-hole if I do say so myself. Also, his wife in this scene is wearing a shirt, which the bat-creature clearly was lacking. I know they had to fool us somehow, and they can’t show nekkid boobies on the show, but they coulda kept her covered up. I also thought it was pretty cold how she told Langstrom to just go back to sleep. Wow, how comforting.

When you walk through the house at night and you step in animal-piss.

Batman hears about the bat-creature, and pays Langstrom a visit in his laboratory. At the same time, his wife discovers the torn-up rug, and realizes what is apparently happening. So they both get pissed at him, and his wife threatens to leave him, which I understand, considering they both think that he’s screwing around with the Man-Bat formula again. Langstrom tells Batman, though, that he hasn’t messed with it at all, and that Batman’s antidote must have been a failure. In general he acts pretty unappreciative toward Batman. And I know that he’s stressed and likely feels like he’s being targeted, but he fails to remember that without Batman’s help, he’d be in a lot worse shape, likely contained. Batman saved your ass, and even if the antidote didn’t quite get you to a normal life, it at least did something. So, to prove that Langstrom isn’t messing with the formula, and that he’s changing involuntarily, Batman takes a DNA test. Planning on comparing it to the bat-creature, okay, but you’re 99.99% sure that it’s Langstrom with the wings. You want to make sure that he’s not doing it on purpose. Taking a DNA test would be to see who the creature is. From a writing perspective, I get it, but from Batman’s perspective, he shouldn’t need to do that. His logical conclusion should be to first, do some detective work, spying on Langstrom and his laboratory activities, and second, figure out why he’s changing again.

Batman runs into the bat-creature while outside on his motorcycle, and we get a fight which basically consists of Batman getting pelted with a garbage can a few times. Boyd Kirkland puts out some good stuff sometimes, but this directing is so boring! I swear, nothing interesting-looking ever happens  on screen in this entire episode! Remember On Leather Wings? Remember how dynamic some of those moments were? And to up the boringness a little more, it’s all snowy. Okay, cool change of environment. But when you do nothing with it, this leads to us looking at a lot of bland whites and grays, in addition to the brown of the bat.

After the two fight, there is a chase scene that you might as well fast-forward through, and it ends with, of course, Batman heading right toward a train on his motorcycle. Enough with the trains, it’s getting so cliché. Every time someone is on a train track in this show, just expect a train to inconveniently show up. Even Batman seems sick of it here. This is a scene where Batman is speeding through the snow and ice, being chased down by a giant bat that possibly wants to kill him. How about a more exciting way to end it? Luckily, though, the fight/chase allows Batman to pick up some hair from the creature, and he tests it, proving that Langstrom isn’t the bat. Of course, he now thinks that Dr March is the bat. At least that’s a logical conclusion. When Batman gives Langstrom the news, we learn that his wife has actually left him, and is boring a plane to some undisclosed location. Despite this, it’s really cool how he offers to help Batman catch the new Man-Bat. Batman says that he can handle it, though, so Langstrom heads off to find his wife and explain to her what is going on.

When Batman confronts Dr. March, Dr. March insists that he’s not responsible for the Man-Bat either, because he spilled the improved solution on the floor. But he remembers that his daughter (who is also Langstrom’s wife) helped him clean it up, and in the process, she cut her finger and exposed her blood to the solution. Girl, you’re in a laboratory working with chemicals. Wear gloves if you’re gonna clean up a mess that contains broken glass. Or wear gloves anyway! Duh! So it’s revealed that Francine is the new Man-Bat (or in this case, She-Bat), and it’s a twist that might surprise you your first watch, but it’s not gonna blow you away either. And as I said, once you know it, the episode is basically worthless. And you wouldn’t think so! Because now we shift to the airplane that Francine is on, and she mentions that she doesn’t feel so well. Great! We’re gonna get to see her transform into the bat and go berserk on a crowded plane, right? Well, kinda. After a terribly-animated transformation scene where she looks like one of Spielberg’s gremlins, she leaves the plane, creating a drop of cabin-pressure, and everyone is afraid that they’ll be sucked right out the door. Sounds exciting, but believe me, it’s not. It all feels so low-key considering the situation, and I have to point to Boyd Kirkland again. Dong Yang does no favors, though, because even though this is their episode, it 100% looks like Akom-work. Yeah. You see the problem. I really wish that instead of attempting a scene like this and failing, they would have tried another idea. This is one that I had. So, Langstrom is on the plane that his wife is supposed to be on. He saw her get on it. But when on the plane, he doesn’t see her. The episode would then call back to the Twilight Zone episode Nightmare at 20,000 Feet, and he’d see her outside on the wing. How she got there wouldn’t matter, and it would be a really fun moment. That's my way of how to improve the episode. By the way, after She-Bat escapes, Batman pulls up in his plane and rescues a woman from falling out with the Bat-Plane’s grabby arm. The whole thing is preposterous-looking, and I refuse to believe that, as a pilot, Batman has that much dexterity. Get outta here.

And then the rest of the episode is another chase sequence. Fun. Except this time it’s the Bat-Plane chasing She-Bat. I’m not someone who’s against the Bat-Plane or anything, I think that it has its uses. But, similar to the 1989 Batman, it can be so boring to watch. The chase feels like it goes on forever, and when it ends, Batman injects her with the antidote, and everything is right with the world. So with that, Batman takes off, leaving Kirk and Francine Langstrom up on a snowy, slippery bridge, doomed to freeze to death or fall. That basically sums it up. On the bright side, Char didn’t dislike the episode. She didn’t like it either, but I’m glad that I wasn’t insulting her time.

Get a load of this goofy shot.

“You’re on your own, guys.”

Char’s grade: C Next time: Almost Got’ im

Full episode list here!

[the-vagabond-tabby]

I love how they turned the cat-bed-on-the-seat into a doubledecker cat bed. They’re still doing it now that we’re home, too.

On the way to Battlemoor, I’d noticed, off to one side of Wolf Creek Pass, a bunch of RVs tucked into the woods along a creek. I made a note of it as a possible nice boondocking spot, & on the way home, I set out to find it again.

I had to drive up the mostly-dirt road about seven miles before I found a good spot that wasn’t already taken (seems Monday isn’t the time to go; most of the spots were empty when I went back past them the next day) but WOW, am I glad I went that far. I found a nice mostly-shaded spot next to a HUGE meadow with a crisp mountain stream running through it.

(I also found a LOT of mosquitos, since about half the meadow was flooded, but I had bug spray, so that wasn’t TOO bad.)

But. C’mon. LOOK AT THIS.

PLUS I got to spread out my nice new carpet to dry, which meant I could sit & generally sprawl without getting pine needles (or sap!) on my butt.

Loiosh, ignoring the view. (LOOK AT THE VIEW.)

I just let them all run around without leashes. They never went too far, which I’ve always worried about, & came back when I shook the treats. Course if I was gonna be in the van for a while they hadda come in, too.

MOM this is AWESOME

We napped & sprawled around & explored a little bit (which is how me & Loiosh discovered how much of the meadow is flooded) & generally did a whole lot of not much. It was AWESOME, & a really nice way to start relaxing again after Battlemoor.

At one point a guy came wandering along the creek with his dog. He was fly fishing, whch I’ve heard about (my brother-in-law is into it) but never seen done, so I wandered down to say hi & meet his dog. Of course Loiosh wandered after me & almost got a noseful of overly-licky dog, but the guy called his dog back AND the dog listened, which isn’t always the case with Loiosh around. I was impressed.

I also took the second-fastest bath of my life, & by ‘bath’ I mean ‘hell YEAH I went in the creek, & hell YEAH I went in nekkid’, but DAMN was it cold.

I’d say that Loiosh was concerned, except that he was distracted by probably a butterfly or something.

Anyway I woke up Tuesday morning after probably 18 hours of combined napping & sleep, ready to go. The rest of the drive was MUCH better for the rest break, & the cats were MUCH calmer after getting to actually run around some. So much so that Hades … well, no, he’s like this all the time.

*facepalm* *siiiiiiiiiiiigh*

This was posted originally to my Patreon, a little over a week ago.

If you want to see these posts sooner, & not incidentally help support me & my cats in our travels & such, the way to do that is to sign up as one of my Patrons for as little as a buck a month.

I’d REALLY like that.

[lihikainanea]

What about bff!Bill and Tiger go out on a little weekend to the beach or something, and evebthough he seen her in bikini many times before, now he felt different, he fount her even sexier and couldnt help but touch her a lot and keep her close. Seeing her like that, so relaxed and happy turned him on so much. Love them so much

You know that old adage that like, once you see a person nekkid, sometimes seeing them wearing clothes after just drives you absolutely crazy. Bill would be losing his goddamn mind–and you know, he may just have a sundress kink. Are we going to give him a sundress kink? We’re going to give him a sundress kink. So tiger, all sun kissed and natural and just beaming because sun and sea and sand and palm trees and relaxation, and tan lines, and Bill is just like…a puddle of mojito-laced drool.

And the sex. Oh, my god. The sex. Because look, maybe it’s another group vacation, right? Except none of their other friends know they’re sleeping together which means Bill really has to keep his hands off of her, which adds this whole danger/forbidden element to it. Tiger has no idea what got into him, she just knows that every night around midnight her door almost gets busted down and when she opens it, she barely gets two words out before Bill is slamming her into every single surface on the way to the bed. 

Now that’s a visual. Hang on, I need a moment for that one. Tiger opens the door in her sleep shirt that’s hanging off one shoulder–it’s probably an old shirt of Bill’s, actually–and he can see the tan lines from her bikini. And he has that wild look in his eye and he’s already breathing heavy, so he nearly bodyslams her back into the room as soon as she opens the door. He’s just everywhere, all long arms pushing and shoving and pulling at her. And he’s backing her up into a wall, before pulling her forward to try and get her to bed, but wait the bed is too far so this dresser will do and he slams her onto there, tearing her shirt off. And they’re both all golden and you know the way the sunny vacations just makes your skin like, permanently warm? Oh my goddddddd they’re both so warm and fucking feral and I’m here for it.

Bill accidentally gets too into it and leaves hickeys all over her. She gets so pissed, stands on a chair just to whack him upside the head for it. Their friends make fun of her for her enthusiastic one-night stand that she refuses to tell anyone about, but Bill said it was the pool boy. He gets another whack upside the head, this time with a pool noodle.

Tiger decides to make it believable and actually starts flirting with the pool boy. It’s a jealous, needy fuck that night with Bill. Probably the first one that was fuelled by jealousy and ohhhhhh shiiiiiiiit I’m here for that.

Bill loves the way she looks with bite marks all over her.

Tiger is just drunk off Pina Coladas and his forbidden, heated affections for like a solid week.

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Firen Lhain:  Chapter 807:  Streak:  Part II / III

"I grew up with you, Yang." Ruby said to her, "I know how many boyfriends and girlfriends you've had. I might not be very good at flirting, but it seems like you can't turn it off."

"I don't..." Yang tried to say, but quickly trailed off.

"Who here haven't you flirted with?" Ruby asked.

"We are like all married." Yang shyly voiced.

"And I suppose it was you who brought us all together. I certainly had no idea what to do, but thanks to you I get Jaune And Weiss AND Blake., and, and..."

"You don't have to..." Yang tried to say.

"THANK YOU!" Ruby shouted. "Without you, I-I-I-I... have NO idea what I would have done. You. YOU! are the one that brought us all together. We were all still fighting over Jaune, and each other. Who knows what would have happened if you didn't save us from ourselves!"

"But what does that have to?.." Yang asked.

"You're the one who brought us together!" Ruby shouted, "But you're the one trying to pull us apart. Can't you just be happy for us, Yang? We all know Jaune isn't going to cheat. But you, the only one here with more than one, before, you know, I mean?.." Ruby asked.

"Alright!" Yang shouted, and stood up, "I'm the one most likely to step out, and that's why I'm counting on ALL of you to keep me in line."

"I thought that was Jaune's job?" Ruby asked.

"He'll probably be the one to give me a spanking, but my co-uh-wives, are the ones that need to tell him about it."

"Are you telling me to snitch?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah." Yang said, and nodded.

"Okay, I guess," Ruby voiced, "it IS to Jaune, so I guess I can."

"Thank you, Sis." Yang said, walked over to Ruby and pulled her into a powerful hug. "I'll lay off, sis. Just, you know, keep me safe."

"You too, sis." Ruby replied.

"You, sure you're alright with Aurora, you know?" Yang asked.

The two stepped apart. "I suppose it is, I don't know, rational, or efficient, or whatever to have her live in the closet, and she seems to WANT to live in the closet, and Jaune thinks it's a good idea, and... and I?.. I really don't know. If any of us have a problem, we have to say so, but we can't just go around looking for problems. This is our marriage, afterall. We're all in it, together."

"We're all in RWBY together." Yang said with a smirk.

"But what about Jaune?" Ruby asked.

"He's in us all the time, every night. Except last night, but that's the exeption. I hope."

* * *

Jaune and RWB_ sat on the couches in their suite's antechambre. Yang paced in front of them. She stopped, looking between them. "I just want to apologize for being a bit of a heel for this Aurora-moving-into-our-closet thing."

"I don't know what you're apologizing for?" Jaune asked.

"Being a heel?" Yang asked, "I've been a bitch, you know, attacking everyone?"

"I think it's a serious concern." he stated. "As fun as it might sound, I have no intension of sleeping with anyone else. But that doesn't mean you're wrong to worry about it."

"Even if she, like?," Yang asked, "tried to give you a blowjob?"

"I doubt she would." Jaune stated, and then looked at Weiss, "Unless my Snow Angel told her to, or something."

"Which I have no intension of doing." Weiss stated.

"But what if she did?" Yang asked.

"I would be extremely surprised," Jaune replied, "and probably not know how to react."

"I would have taken leave of my senses." Weiss quipped.

"So?" Yang asked, "I'm just being an ordinary broken girl?"

Jaune pointed at his lap, and Yang looked about nervously. He emphatically pointed and she slowly moved towards him. She looked him in the eyes, but so no clemency there, and so bent over his lap. He pulled down her shorts and panties and started slapping her ass. "You're - not - broken." he said as she slapped her ass. He then pulled her back to her feet before pulling her down to kiss her on the lips. "You are my wife, and I love you. I would not be who I am today without you. There's nothing wrong with being a little jealous, but I have to assure you, you are well worth loving."

"Even more than Ruby?"

"Yang!" Ruby shouted, and Jaune glowered at her. She sighed and leaned back over his legs.

"I am almost certain she is doing this on purpose." Weiss stated.

"Before you spank me," Yang stated, "promise me one thing?"

"Hm?" he asked.

"If I run away, you'll come and get me, and spank me 10 times more?"

"That I can promise." Jaune stated. He then pulled her down beside him, wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her in for a kiss.

"I've got a question?" Ruby asked. Weiss and Blake quickly looked at her. Jaune and Yang looked over when they could finally break each other's gaze. "Alright, if Aurora is Weiss', um, minion?"

"I suppose?" Weiss asked.

"Does that make Ilia, Blake's minion?" Ruby asked.

"We could look at it like that, yeah." Blake stated.

"Does that mean we should let Ilia move in as well?" Ruby asked.

"She raises a valid point." Weiss stated, seemingly lost in thought.

"She, what?" Yang asked.

"Is it weird that I'm starting to understand her logic?" Blake asked.

"Do we really want another girl," Yang asked, "watching us, you know?"

"Implying she has not already?" Blake asked, and Yang started looking around nervously.

"Ilia?" Yang asked, as she turned her head to look around. "Naked butt?"

No one heard anything. "Relax." Blake said, and Yang glared at her, "I saw her spying on Cinder."

"I really don't know what to think about this, so let's vote." Jaune said, "On the assumption she wants to, who's okay with Ilia moving in here? I don't know if she'll be sharing with Aurora or sleeping somewhere else, but in general?"

"Jaune-dear?" Weiss asked, "Perhaps I could clarify?" Jaune sighed and nodded. "Are we comfortable with Ilia moving into the Master Suite, sleeping location yet to be determined, and if she wishes to do so?" Weiss raised her hand. Yang looked over to see Blake's hand already raised. She looked at Ruby who was completely lost. She saw movement and looked over to Jaune, seeing his hand raised.

"Wait, what?" Yang asked, and Jaune shrugged.

"Ilia stalking me has literally saved my life." he simply replied.

"That is a perfectly valid point." Weiss affirmed.

"I... guess..." Yang grumbled. "I mean, yeah, her stalking Jaune HAS been really helpful and all. And she is like nekkid all the time, and Jaune often lets her use our fantabulous bathroom to warm herself after her running around all naked." Yang then hung her head. "Shit, the only thing stopping her from being a sex slave is Jaune."

"And the fact she likes Blake." Ruby interjected.

Yang looked at her questioningly, "Aurora loves Weiss, and told us it wouldn't stop her."

"Would she?" Ruby asked.

Blake sighed, and everyone looked at her.

"Seriously?" Yang asked.

"Not yet." Blake said.

"I really don't like how you said that." Yang said with a scowl.

"I do believe we are forgetting something." Weiss said, and all eyes were on her. She left a dramatic pause before continuing. "That he would not, nor would we accept it if he did."

Blake stood up and walked over to Yang. Yang stood still as she sashayed up, stood beside her, and wrapped her arms around her. "We're a family and a team." Blake warmly stated. "We're not doing anything the others are not comfortable with."

"But, you said?.." Yang asked.

"I know what I said." Blake said with a cheshire grin.

"What did she say?" Ruby asked.

Blake still stared at them with a wide grin. "You'll find out."

"How mysterious." Weiss said, "And vexing." she said with a crossed look.

"Very Blakey." Ruby said with a confused look.

"Blakey?" Weiss asked. "I suppose I can be Weissy, which, if I am correct, or perturbing protection?" Ruby just looked at her with a confused look.

"She nags because she cares." Jaune said.

"Indeed." Weiss affirmed. "Thank you, Jaune-dear. Then, by the same logic, Blake's veiled, vaunted, vexatious, venerated glory."

"I like it." Blake said with glee.

"Contrary?" Jaune asked.

"Yes?" she said with glee.

"Come here." Jaune said to her, and she rushed over.

"Hey!" Yang complained.

"Wanted to pet my kitty-cat." Jaune said, as Blake laid her head in his lap as he pet her head and ears.

"I thought she hated this?" Ruby asked.

"You promised to not do it in front of my parents." Blake simply stated.

"We did." Weiss affirmed.

"Okaaay..." Ruby voiced. "Are we done here? Oh, wait, who's going to ask Ilia?"

"Yang." Jaune said.

"If I might ask, why, Jaune-dear?" Weiss asked him.

"Because she'll try to be nice." Jaune said, "I don't want Ilia to think it's an expectation."

"Why's that?" Ruby asked.

"Hm?" Jaune asked, "Ilia has a bit of a problem following orders."

"I don't know?" Yang asked, "She seems too good at it." Followed as a pause until it dawned on her, "Oh, I got." she said, dropping the left fist like a hammer into her right palm.

"Got what?" Ruby asked.

"Ilia is TOO good at following orders." Weiss said with a wide smile.

"Alright." Yang said, "I'm on it. I'll try to not to be too happy about it."

Jaune blew her a kiss, causing Yang to flush orange. She shook her head and ran away.

Ruby nervously shuffled towards Weiss a foot at a time. Weiss turned to her with a crossed look, causing Ruby to stop. Weiss then lept forward to pull her in for a hug and a kiss.

* * *

The airship decended into the glade, hovering a few feet over the ground. Ciel robotically jumped out and landed on the ground, Penthesilea coming out a moment later.

"Are we certain about this?" Ciel asked, and a great, bellowing shout could be heard from the woods.

"You brought a Human into my woods?"

"Ciel Soleil!" Ciel replied.

"I am Penthesilea." Penthesilea stated, and stepped forward. The darkened wood seems to take the shape of a great, black hart.

"You are curious?" the Black Hart said to her. "Why are you in my woods?!"

"I am here to aid my friends." Penthesilea eagerly stated.

"And they are?" the Black Hart asked.

"Friend-Ruby, Friend-Weiss, Friend-Blake, Friend-Yang, Friend-Nora, Friend-Ren, and last but not least Friend-Jaune."

"My Earl?" the Black Hart asked.

"Indeed, Your Majesty." Penthesilea replied and curtsied.

"Have you brought tribute?" the Black Hart asked.

"I am here to aid my friends, so my service is tribute, Your Majesty."

"Very well." the Black Hart stated. He then looked to Ciel, "And the Human?"

"I am here to aid Penthesilea, your, um, majesty?" she asked, and stood to attention to salute.

"And your tribute?" the Black Hart demanded.

"My service to Penthesilea, who serves the Earl." Ciel stated.

"Then you pledge yourself to service to my Earl?" the Black Hart stated.

"So long as Penthesilea remains as well!" Ciel stated.

The Black Hart grumbled for a few moments. "Very well." he said, before vanishing back into the woods.

"Do you realize what you have done?" Penthesilea asked her.

"I have pledged myself to a feudal lord's service for an unlimited duration." Ciel robotically stated, "Perhaps not the wisest choice of actions."

"I'm sure Friend-Jaune would release you from your oath?" Penthesilea asked.

"He might, but I take my promises seriously." Ciel said and turned to Penthesilea. "As of this moment, I am his vassal, so long as he will take me."