#wind's beach hair is my fav

[cheatsylu]

Pony chain because why not!

[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

[chasedbyatlantic]

beach baby, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — while driving out along the coast, joel miller decides to surprise you with one of your favourite things - a visit to the beach.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson era!joel, gender neutral!reader, implied/established relationship, love dovey joel, literally joel being husband material, relationship things, stripping, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: this and puppy love are tied for my fav fics rn. i am genuinely obsessed w this like i can imagine him doing this so vividly ugh. also! i opened my requests so gogogo and request any sort of fics! remember to reblog, comment, like and follow for updates on new fics. love u all xoxo

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It had been years since the two of you had travelled together, outside of the walls. Of course, you weren't complaining about the safety that the walls had provided you and Joel, but you missed it. You missed the thrill, the always-on-edge feeling you got when travelling hundreds of miles from safety. Plus, to be quite honest, you missed when it was just you and Joel. Of course you had loved Ellie with everything in you, but there was just something that happened with you when you were by yourself with him; a euphoric feeling- a feeling you only got when you were with the man you loved.

Joel had gotten clearance (like he needed it, he would've just left anyway) from Tommy weeks prior to your departure from Jackson. Though you would only be gone for a month or two, Tommy had to reschedule people into your shifts at work and what not. When he had asked Joel on where he was going, he got no answer. Joel didn't know himself, usually he was a 'prepare for everything' type of person, but lately he has been more of a 'i'll go wherever the road takes me' guy.

The last time you were awake, it had to be hours ago at this point, the window was rolled far down and some sort of song by The Beach Boys was playing on the stereo (Joel had installed one just for you, as you proclaimed your undying love for music more times than he could keep track of). This time of the year was your favourite - it was summer. The days were long, the sun was out, and your hair grew a shade lighter. Joel, on the other hand, hated summer. He hated the way his clothes would cling onto him, and the way sweat would roll down his neck the second he stepped outside.

Joel had told you that you guys were going to head to California. Apparently there was a trader that he knew from a while back that he needed to pay a visit to, and had asked you if you were in for the ride. Without a doubt, you were. This lead you to the current moment.

You had moved around a little bit in the passenger seat of Joel's pickup truck, it wasn't the most comfortable. Although, you hadn't minded. Wind was still blowing in your face and through your hair, which had muted out the sounds of the familiar song you had fallen asleep to. As you attempt to stretch your leg and shift around, you can feel pressure holding it down. You had opened your eyes and glanced down, blurred vision, to observe Joel's hand resting upon your thigh.

You had exhaled as you sunk back further into your seat, life felt good- it felt normal. Joel's hand had reached up off your thigh for a split second to turn down the stereo a bit, but his hand took his returning place on the open of your skin. "You were out for hours, darlin'." You had only hummed in response (since you were only half awake, not completely aware of where you were).

"We're in California, crossed the border 'bout'n hour ago." This caused you to glance over at Joel driving. One hand on the wheel, sleeves rolled up, focused- god, if he wasn't driving you'd tell him to get in the back seat. "How long 'til we're at this place you're takin' me to?" You had to rip yourself out of the depths of your imagination after seeing him like this.

Joel had hummed to himself, attempting to mental math his way through the question you asked. "Don't know baby, before sun fall I'm guessin'." That was a good enough answer for you. You had brought your hand to rest on top of his over your thigh, and you could feel his grip loosen a bit once you did this. Joel always had to have a part of his body on yours, his love language most definitely being physical touch. In reality, though, he was afraid that if he let go of you- you'd disappear with the blink of an eye.

With the next few hours of just you and him talking about anything and everything, you had finally noticed the sun start to set. You hadn't even realized the day was almost gone. Being deep in thought with the hunk of a man right beside you had its cons, you had guessed. Right before you had opened your mouth, Joel beat you to it, "Gonna pull over here, I'll finish the drive tomorrow."

He did just as he said and took a right into an open field, the car ride became about fifty times bumpier than previously which you weren't a fan of. Though, it was over soon, Joel had found a nice place tucked just after the tree line for you guys to spend the night in. "Backseat?" He had questioned, glancing over at you.

"Jesus Christ, at least take me out to dinner first!" Had escaped your lips, followed with a bunch of laughs. Joel couldn't help but turn his neutral look into a happy one, a few chuckles in sync with yours. He loved you, but he loved you even more when you were like this. To say you being cocky and arrogant in a joking way turned him on was an understatement.

"The car'll get a flat if we do anythin' in that sorts, ya' know that." He had (sort of, not really) scolded you once both of your laughs had calmed down. A fake frown was now plastered on top of the beaming smile, sighing with a small 'fine'. All jokes aside, you had gotten out of the truck to hop in the backseat. Not for any funny business (unfortunately), but for actual sleep. Joel had beaten you there by just (in a bad fashion) crawling through the middle piece.

The seats had already been down from the nights previous, with the sheets and pillows already in place. Joel had already taken his shirt off and was laying down, stomach side up. You couldn't help but admire him as you switched what you were wearing to become more comfortable. "Starin' ain't well-mannered, doll." This resulted in you laying down beside him, stomach side down.

"You love it, don't lie." Joel could only chuckle in response as he drooped his arm around your waist. Sweet nothings were whispered to each other for the next while before one or the other fell asleep, you couldn't really remember. Nights like this were the most uncomfortable thing, but you found comfort in the man beside you every time.

You woke up without the feeling of your man wrapped around you, which wasn't a good start to your day. You had only figured that he had probably gotten an early start to his day (once again), in the driver's seat was the new normal for Joel, at least for the last month.

You felt the sun beaming in your face- it was blinding, even with your eyes tightly shut. This had indicated to you that you were no longer in the forest, and for sure on the road. "Joel." You had hummed, moving around a tad bit.

There wasn't a response, he had to have been concentrated on the road- or you were just quieter than you thought. "Joel." You hummed once again, a yawn soon following suit. The only sound that had returned was the sounds of birds chirping, and- a sound you couldn't recognize. You brain was going about a hundred miles an hour, but you couldn't place what it was.

Now pissed off with him, you sat up and looking around. Your eyes were glossy at it was too bright to properly see anything- but you could see the empty driver's seat. "This isn't fucking funny!" You began to panic. Why didn't he wake you, why didn't he tell you where he was going, was he safe?

The thoughts were emptied out of your head when you heard him call your name, you immediately turn your head left and look out the window. It was Joel, thank god, but was that- it couldn't be, there was no way.

A beach.

"Holy fuckin' shi-" You were interrupted by the back door quickly opening, and Joel reaching his hand out. "Surprise." Surprise? This was more than just a surprise, to you. This was heaven. You thought you had already met heaven when you met Joel Miller, but this? This came to a close second.

You grabbed his hand and he pulled you out (carefully and what not). This man had the biggest smile on his face, ever. He knew this would make you happy, you always told him stories about when you were younger. Your grandparents had owned a little cottage on the water before they had passed, years and years ago.

"I cannot fuckin' believe it, Joel!" You sounded like you were going to bawl. You were, to be honest. Why was he so good to you- he didn't need to be, you felt as if you didn't deserve it. If anyone deserved surprises like this, it was Joel.

"Well ya' better start to, I ain't goin' swimmin' by myself." If anyone had a bigger smile than you right now, it was him (and it was a genuine one, too). You had brought your lips to him in a quick, but hungry, fashion. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, there was nobody around to worry about seeing you two like this.

After a moment, you pulled back. You had immediately turned around and stripped, just leaving your undergarments on. Joel had adverted his eyes, despite seeing you with less on millions of times. After the last shoe was pulled off your foot, you turned back around. He had tried his hardest to keep his eyes on yours, not to trail them down your curved body. You had to do the same, Joel was just in his boxers and- well, it was a sight, to say the least.

You grab Joel's hand, intertwining your fingers between each other. He glances down, another small smile raising to his lips. This didn't last for long, though. Within the blink of an eye, you were racing down the burning hot sand toward the water with Joel following suit (not by choice, he would've loved to take his time).

It feels like a thousand needles are piercing you - the water is so cold, but you don't care. All you wanted was to swim. You had let go of Joel's hand before you completely dived into the water (once deep enough, of course). You were fully submerged and swimming for what felt like forever. You loved this, you craved it.

You remerged a couple yards away from Joel, who was still standing on the shore looking absolutely breathtaking, to say the least. "What're you waiting for? Get your fine ass in here!" You had called out to him. Joel took some baby steps in, but not past his ankle. You had shook your head, before an idea hit you.

You had swam over to Joel, eventually standing up when it was shallow enough. You had opened your arms as you approached him, giving him the hint you were going to give him a hug. "You do that darlin', an' I ain't drivin' your pretty ass back home." Joel sounded serious, but you knew he would never leave you.

"Yes you will." You argued to him, still approaching. The man in front took a hesitant step back, not trusting you. Quickly, before Joel could do anything else, you ambush. You jumped full force at him and wrap your arms around his neck, he cringes. He cringes so hard that he almost dropped you. Almost.

Joel had let out a moan, now freezing cold. With you in his arms, practically in tears from laughter, he finds a way to get payback at you. Now that he was wet, he decided to charge deeper in the water (you still in his arms). You let out a squeal once Joel was shoulder deep, both syncing your laughs shortly after.

Joel had let go of you, and now you were treading. Since it was up to his shoulders, it was above your head. "You're perfect, ya' know." His hand had found yours under the water, you let him hold it. "I am? Baby, ya' did all this for me. If anyone's perfect-" You brought your free hand to Joel's cheek, cupping it, "-It's you." He couldn't help but let a smile shine through his face.

It was true, if you searched up "perfect" in the dictionary Joel Miller would come up. He brought out the best of you, even on days where you couldn't get out of bed. He made your world, even if it was nearing the end of everyone else's.

Hours later, once you two were completely red from too much sun and heat-tired, you lay in the back of Joel's pickup truck. It was night, pitch black. The waves were crashing alongside the waterline, and the birds had gone to rest. It was warm outside, but due to too much sun, the both of you were freezing. You were cuddled underneath a spare blanket that Joel had packed away before you guys left Jackson, bodies tangled with each other.

Today was the best day you had in a while- no, the best day you had period. Granted, anyday with Joel was a blessing, but today was different. You didn't have to survive, you got to take life for granted for a few hours.

You weren't the only one who enjoyed the day, Joel did too (if it wasn't clear). He needed both a mental and physical break after driving for hours and hours for weeks. When finding this beach while you were asleep, he knew it was perfect. Granted, he went and checked it out while you were sleeping to make sure everything was safe for you guys (it was), and that just added to his mood.

Light pollution wasn't a thing anymore, at least not in rural California, so you got to see the stars. Not just one or two, every star. "Joel," You spoke, squeezing his hand that was wrapped around your shoulder. He hummed in response, too tired for words. "The brightest stars in the sky, the one on the left is Spica, and the one on the right is Arcturus."

He looked up, almost surprised you knew this. He didn't take you to be an astronomy girl. "You're too smart for ya' own good." His finger rubbed up and down on top of your shoulder. You had leaned farther back into him, so carefree.

"I'm happy I got to be your beach baby." You blurt out, not really thinking about what you had said. This earned a quiet chuckle to escape from the man's lips. "You can be my beach baby any day ya' want." Joel's grip tightened around you, the pressure of his head was now felt on top of yours.

Everyday spent with this man was a good day- no, a great day. Being alive was luck, but being alive with your best friend was fate. You will never forget today, the day Joel Miller took you to a beach for the first time. You will never forget the look he had when he watched you being the happiest you've been in so long. For as long as you live, you'll never forget that you're Joel Miller's beach baby.

—

beach baby, bon iver

[brckendollette]

❝𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄.❞ ༉‧₊˚.

ー you ‘haunt’ him after dying in a game.

pairing ;; chishiya x (f!)dead!reader

content ;; angst(?), you make a small mistake which caused you, your life. chishiya didn’t even care about you that much right? now he can’t even get rid of your echoing voice. he sees your shadows in the corner of his eyes.

warnings ;; blood, death, paranoia, ???,,, short…

notes ;; y/n used, i’m not sure if pronouns or feminine description is used but i’ll still use “f!reader” so…

also also sex w/ a ghost is one of my fav songs (by teddy hyde) y’all should check it out LOLOL it was the inspohhh for this boring short fic thing 👅

you died. right in front of him. your blood splattered onto his face and jacket. your cut off scream echos in his head and in the room. 

why did this happen? why?

he thought you were smarter than that, you were talking to him a few minutes ago, smiling and telling him something he didn’t…even remember now.

he stared down at your body for a moment, “huh” he suddenly muttered. the other players gasp and stumble back, some screaming in horror as your blood spills everywhere. 

his eyes trail down to the blood absorbing into his shoes, he steps back, sighing softly. “mmh..” 

the voices of the other players become muffled, he turns away and leans against the wall. 

he walks away from the building, he survived, of course he did. he’s one of the smartest people you’ve known. so why? why couldn’t he save you?

he don’t even know you that much, you were the one who would stick by him and talk to him. it’s really unfair, really. you were a bright person, innocent in comparison to him. 

chishiya didn’t know you that much but you didn’t deserve to die. 

he walks down the street, lost in thought. a strong wind blows, his hair flowing through the wind and his hands in his pants. he hissed as the cold wind passes, “chishiyaa…” a whisper was heard.

he scoffs lightly and turns around, “hm?” he stares at the empty green grassy street. 

he ignores it, maybe it was just a sound? an echo of a scream, possibly.

he continued to walk, the empty street filled of grass, rotting corpses. some red lasers shooting down occasionally.

a soft chuckle tickles his shoulder, “where are we going now?” you asked. “oh! look— a bunny!” you point towards a tall green tree. he glances over towards it, not seeing anything.

“what?” he murmured before looking back at you. “don’t you see it? it’s a bunny, hehe.” you tilt your head. he stares at you, looking at your eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, everything. as if searching for something. “anyway!” you clap your hands, walking in front of him.

“where are you going, y/n…” he asks, stepping forward. “aren’t we going to beach?” you laughed, raising a brow. 

“we?” he scoffed, raising a brow. “but you’re dead.” he said bluntly.

You frowned, “that’s rude.” you mocked his scoff. he stares again, walking away from you. 

“hey!” you call out for him. he clenched his jaw for a moment, “stop it.” he said, continuing to walk away.

“chishiya!” you call out for him again, it was all in his head, you’re dead. why are you here??

“why are you in my head?” he asked, mostly to himself. “why? well, maybe, ‘cause you’re the one who can’t let go, hehe” you said while disappearing and whispering in his ear.

“even though we didn’t talk much, i know you’re a good person, chishii~”you teased with a unreadable smile. he ignores you, staring up at he giant blue moon, the red lasers seem to continue but it’s muffled. “y/n—“ he groaned. his expression remained the same, blank and mysterious.

a small group of survivors pass by, hiding behind a car, one of them stares at chishiya, wondering why he was just talking to himself, ‘what a weirdo’ they thought.

“fine be like that! hehe, see you later!” you abruptly said,

 “hey…make sure, to continue wining!” 

he felt a sharp faint pain in his chest- turning around and a strong gust of wind blows. he stares at ahead of him, you disappeared. “you should put more effort in trying to live, chishiya.” 

it finally hit him. you were gone. only if you stayed a little longer, maybe you would’ve been interesting enough to become friends.

i’m not…good with….angst…….IM SORRY I JJST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW GUYSSSS 💔💔 give tips please agrhh

it’s longer than my other one at least ???? sigh

ー brckendollette ☆

(10/9/24)

(((ALSO.SORRY. if i put the wrong tags lolll i never knew people cared so much but tahts kewwlll but yeah sorry in advance;; LOLOL i usually put whatever comes up to get more attention ykykyk….)))

[pikachicachan]

I saw that you like CaliTex/TexaCali, so I was wondering if I could request some Texas-centered (he’s my fav if you can’t tell-) TexaCali hc’s? :D

*completely fine if not, have a great day/night!! (ggGRAHHHH TIMEZONES-)*

omg hi!! YES, I'D LOVE TO TELL U MY HEADCANONS

I know I've been only drawing Cali, but Texas is actually my fav too with Cali being in second, Alaska in third, Louis in fourth, and Gov in fifth!

I feel like Texas is my fav because I am a born and raised Texan tho... but I can't help it! I love him sm.

Anyway, I had to organize my thoughts about my Texas and TexaCali headcanons, so be prepared to read!

Texas headcanons (and some Austin ones too cuz I couldn't help it ^^;;)

I think my version of Texas is kind of unconventional but I love it and it has me giggling with glee, kicking my feet, and twirling my hair, so by the God I don't believe in, I'm going to continue thinking this way!

First, I love to think of Texas as a secret softie. I think of him more as a cat person because he likes that they're independent animals and he can't help but pet them when he sees them around the Statehouse or one of his other Texan homes (he keeps cat food on hand just in case) but keeps his cool when the other states are near by.

I think a funny headcanon of mine is: because of the incoming Californians coming to his state, I feel like that's subconsciously influencing his attitude and preferences a bit and it drives him kinda crazy cuz he'll catch himself thinking or acting a certain way and then curse California under his breath when he realizes why he's being weird. He'll deny it to anyone, but he'll somehow find himself going to more art centered festivals, listening to indie music, eyeing eco-friendly alternatives (cars, clothing, materials, etc.), has urges to go to the beach, and most annoying of all - somehow finds himself scrolling through Disney and Pixar movies to watch (to Austin's amusement).

He built a cute artsy home in Austin for Austin and he let him decorate the place because he wanted Austin to have a "safe space" and a place for himself. So Austin would go there to wind down, paint, do DIY projects (and give some of his creations to Texas and Cali), and go thrift shopping. Austin would totally help Texas pick out some outfits and make him participate in painting something while listening to local, indie, and underground music. Texas would deny it, but he likes that someone is looking out for him and he doesn't mind the painting because it's feels very traditional/cultural and meditative.

Texas also definitely has a beach house at South Padre Island! SpaceX has set up Starbase near there and now it's become a hotspot for rocket launches, so he goes there to watch the launches, hang out at restaurants and bars near the pier, and goes fishing. (I mention this because I feel like no one ever mentions Texas beaches and I feel like going to the beach is another place Texas goes to hang out or wind down.)

Gardening is another hobby I can picture Texas doing. Like for Austin's house, he mowed the front lawn, planted some flowers, and created a garden with low maintenance plants and a mini greenhouse for his backyard.

ALSO, I love thinking of him as a secret geek/nerd! I feel like because he has NASA, SpaceX, and a lot of tech companies are moving to Texas, he's becoming a lot more tech-savvy and very invested in technology development (which is super cool to me) but this also means he's getting into building computers and geeking out about computer parts and stuff which - somehow makes sense in my brain but not really logically - gets him into the MCU! I could totally imagine him watching Captain America or The Avengers and being invested in the lore and keeping up with the movies with Austin. I mean, he's not a die-hard fan that'll read all the comics, but he (or actually more so Austin) would prob look up extra context for scenes that need more explaining and discuss it with each other!

Which ties into -

My TexaCali headcanons (Texas-centered)

I'd like to think that Cali finds out about Texas' geek side on accident in the most unexpected way. Like, Cali could be on the phone in the Statehouse living room, loudly debating with Florida on the phone about Deadpool & Wolverine — talking about the potential connections to the MCU future, and Texas would overhear their discussion about Loki and mumbles under his breath to Austin (a bit more louder than he thinks) in disbelief: "Pfft, of course Loki is coming back!" which makes Cali drop his phone in shock, stumble over to Texas, and demands to know how much he knows and how and when did this happen???

It's cute to imagine that Tex and Cali would hang out or have picnics at their beaches. They would watch rocket launches and go volunteer at the Sea Turtle Inc together at South Padre Island and Cali would take him on strolls on his beaches, teach him how to surf, and watch the sunrises or sunsets there (or back in Texas) on the back of Texas' truck with a cooler between them that has [insert alcoholic drinks here], sandwiches, and ice cream (idk any specific drinks, but ik they would be drinking some lol).

omg, and that when Cali realizes Tex is very deprived of validation and praise, he showers Tex in them which makes Tex feel insecure/unsure at first because he thinks Cali is only saying those things to be nice and not because he actually means it. After much reassurance though, Tex begins to love the praise and melts every time Cali says something endearing and positive about him! <3

annnnnnd, that's all I can think of atm! I did my best to make the TexaCali hc's Texas centered but I love em together so muchh lol

Hope you enjoyed reading this! ^^

P.S. if this somehow inspired someone with some ideas for fanfics, pls write some! I need more TexaCali fics in my life plsss TT.TT

[ceralmillkandstars]

a beautiful ring pt 2 (namor x siren!reader)

excerpt: 500 year old god and a young, enchanting mermaid who acts like an absolute gremlin- she refuses to act any different in front of the man who could slice her in half. and he’s absolutely enamored by it.

welcome to part two :) thank yew for all of the support i’ve gotten from you guys so far. def slowly but surely buildin up here. part three is in da works as we speak, praying for some smoochy time cuz smut is my fav thing to write. 

here we goooooo 

You were raised to love the sea, but your home was the surface. 

And by the gods did you need a shower. 

Your back was sore, your hair stiff from the sea salt, and the slowly dying adrenaline rush was leaving your eyes droopy and body hunched over. Flying back to Chicago in the dead of night after returning from East Hampton’s beach killed you, your victory of stealing from a god seems meaningless when there is no more energy left to boost your own ego. 

You found yourself surprised when you made it to your condo's doorsteps in downtown Chicago safely, in awe that you were just that good. Winding the prize out of your pocket, you gingerly look it over before laying it on your vanity desk, giving yourself a once over in the mirror after you beelined towards your room.

The east coast truly brought out the freckles under your eyes. You glowed, blowing yourself a kiss before trudging into the bathroom. Inhaling the crushed eucalyptus leaves affixed by twine atop of your shower head, you turn the knob as hot as you can stand, beginning to strip from the salty slip dress and undergarments. 

A melody begins to hum from your lips, effortlessly wrapping yourself in a protective transfixion as you step into the shower. A groan mixing in with the angelic sound emits from you while the steaming water droplets pelt your back. You lean your head back, running your now goldless, godless fingers through your hair, gingerly tending to your scalp with lavender shampoo and tea tree oil. 

You don’t quite know what you are, but you are too unique, too important, to not nourish.

Twirling your conditioner-soaked hair into a clip, you lather yourself with similarly smelling soap that reminds you of the tide pool you once bathed in as a girl, singing hymns that reminded you of the ocean floor you visited today. Twisting and swaying your hips to the song, you let the water turn ice cold once you cleaned yourself sparkling, your hair soft and relaxed, ready to be brushed and braided for the night. The frozen pellets encourage your fears, your inhibitions, the fear that you might have not been forgotten, swirl down the drain, the song coming to an end as you turn the dial off. 

Lavender lotion, face oil, floral spaghetti strap and matching undies, french braids with rosemary elixir being soaked by your scalp- the perfect night. 

Pizza would make it better, though. 

You plop yourself on the bed, back on the mattress, legs raised and pointed towards the air as you dig for your phone to dial whichever place had stuffed crust and pineapple. 

You are not alone, the moon murmurs to you, allowing a black sludge of dread to pool within you. Your body jerks up, and you cross your arms over your chest. Eyebrows furrowing and lips jutted, you scan your room. 

My kitchen, my kitchen. 

Who is in my kitchen? 

If another absolutely rancid, stupid boy who couldn’t take the hint and throw away your condo key (you’d never admit that was your fault), you were drowning them. Even if you had to hull their unconscious bodies to Chicago’s murky waters to do so. Even if that’s never happened before. 

That’s never happened before. 

With a paling face, you slide off the bed and storm into the kitchen. Sometimes, you prayed that the moon would foretell you important information before such an event occurred. 

“Listen, Chad, or Jason, or Elijah, who-fucking-ever, if someone ghosts you and doesn’t call you back that doesn’t give you authority to come into their home even if you have a key. I’m going to count to ten before I lay you flat on that countertop and remove your most important ligaments from your body because I am just so fucking tired- oh..” 

Your fears did not travel too far down the drain while you showered. Your protection hum was not enough. In fact, the unease of being out of control slithered back up and wrapped itself like a serpent around your neck in a chokehold, for the moon did not whisper to you soon enough that he had followed you back home. 

Your protection song was not enough. Usually, something so simple would cause an intruder to burst into a billion water droplets. Usually, you would have just come into the kitchen to discover a puddle and smile to yourself knowing that an idiot got what was coming to them. You did not need the moon to warn you of robbers, of shallow one night stands who can’t get enough of your hypnotic stares, of anyone coming into your home without permission. 

And yet, this god stands in your kitchen, seemingly perplexed by your adornment of antique plates and cups poorly stacked in the open cabinets, not one of them the same. His fingers trace along adjacent jars, reading to himself each herb and spice labeled and put away on the wood shelf. You mirror his annoyed expression as his eyes wander near the sink, finding a ripped open, half eaten, chocolate bar. 

“I wasn’t expecting company,” you murmur, taking soft steps towards the barrier of your kitchen. You find your fingers smoothing down the base of your floral tank top, giving an angsty stare towards the pair of matching panties acting as a second skin. 

Well, at least it didn’t look like you were lying. 

He did not change, his gold armor tightly affixed to his shoulders, spear tightly bound in his hands. The large, gold-plated necklace and larger than life pearls, other finely varnished necklaces stack upon one another and his curly, damp, yet neatly toppled hair with those earrings had your cheeks heating. 

Very rarely does one of your stature, your nature, become seduced themselves. 

Or so the moon tells you. 

“Do those earrings hurt from wearing them all day, or does swimming in the water help with the weight distribution?” You blurt, cheeks red, back straight. 

The god simply turns, giving you a slow once over. Quiet rage, curiosity swims in his eyes, a deadly demeanor flowing from him to you, you to him. 

Exposing pajamas and random questions being unanswered won’t stop you from making his atoms implode with a whisper, for disrespect is a sour taste on your tongue. 

Could you even kill him? Leave a scratch on his cheek? 

Internally, you scoff. You won’t kill a god. You might steal from one, but it would be purely selfish of you to kill this man. The moon has whispered secrets of an underground world since you were a child wishing to sleep sooner, and it would be against your very nature to slaughter the man who leads a dream world. 

So you continue on, filling in the bloodless silence as he turns to your dining table, “I like how you wear your oceanic garb on the surface. I think it’s neat.” 

Is he going to take the ring back? Kill you? I mean, if you were him, you’d kill you if caught. Maybe you should go get it. 

“I will not conform myself to the surface when I step foot onto this land.” The silky, calculated, deliberate cool tone reverberates around your home, the tranquil atmosphere melding into an eerie fog. 

You pucker your lips, nodding. 

The moon must be humored by your calmness before the very man whose spear could impale you before you could send another twinkle. Or horrified. Her daughter lackadaisical, wearing floral panties and a small, matching top in front of the serpent god.  

He stares at you for a second longer, his eyes melting any confidence, any tranquility left in your body. A small girl with a knack for pretty things quivers before the god. 

“I have heard rumors of the ones who are creatures of the sea. The creatures that can return to the surface world if they wish, full-bodied at their will. The creatures who can manipulate, who could conquer the world at their whim-”

“The moon does not wish me to conquer,” you bite, chin upturning. You turn, beginning to move towards your room. If you’re going to be interrogated, it better be with pizza. 

A gasp pelts from you as his spear shoots out in front of you in a swift, presiding motion. The sharp metal kisses your cheek, the flesh of it nearly missing being sheered off. 

Whiplash consumes you as you turn towards the god, face shot. 

You guess it’s not the right time for pizza. 

“The moon?” He quizzes, eyes narrowing, utterly fixated upon you. He observes as your chest heaves, your wide eyes staring down his spear, watching as you fight between looking at his face and that skillfully crafted weapon. There hasn’t been this powerful of a man so close to you before. 

You gulp, nodding, wishing you could straighten your back, turn up your chin, more,“Yes, the moon.” 

The spear slaps back to his side, and he moves away from you, continuing to contemplate your home. Your living room, your dining table, the half eaten dark chocolate bar sitting on the counter from the other night. Flowery, ethereal, a little messy. You strived to bring as much essence with you to the surface world as you could, finding incandescence in each piece you brought back to your condo. Stolen or not is long forgotten by now, all you know is that this is your home. 

A god is looking around your home. Cheeks heated, you pray to the Mother to take the embarrassment and hope he is even the slightest bit impressed. 

He strides towards the velvet couch, and you cringe as he sits. It’s unearthly to witness a sea god attempting to relax into your couch. It seems he feels the same way, unable to sit in an indestructible way, so he settles for resting his elbows on his knees, gazing up at you. 

“Do you have velvet couches at home?”

It is not a request when he states, “tell me about your moon.’

“It is not my moon,” you begin, tiptoeing towards the adjacent couch. You grab a small throw pillow, shielding your peaking, freckled stomach as you sit down. Any wrong moves, any innuendos you’d fight him in your apartment would mean slaughter. The moon warns you of this as you cross your legs and force yourself to face the god. “She is simply the moon. She holds the energy to the waters, and water is within us all- no matter the level. I serve her and her me.”

His gaze gives away he is not satisfied with this information, and you shrug your shoulders. There is little information you wish to give away tonight, your growling stomach and fluttering eyes urging you to find a way to end this conversation and get this man on his way. 

“What more is there to know?” What a teasing answer, and his brows rise in the slightest. You’re both struggling to keep your composure, this god used to his world bending to his will and your sleepy, angry hunger fueling whatever delinquency was about to arise. 

“How do you serve her?” You nearly groan at that demanding tone, it’s what- midnight? There’s no food, emphasis on no food, in your stomach and you wish to curl under your freshly washed winter duvet to borrow away until the upcoming afternoon instead of being questioned right now. 

“I am tired,” you feebly admit, voice soft like silk and edged glass. A fine balance for a soon-to-be tantruming moon child. You prayed to her to not let him see you act a fool after stealing his ring. 

A fine price to pay for not being powerful enough. “Can we continue this conversation another time? You know where I live. I just want some pizza- what? Pizza is good.” 

You nearly scoff at his grimacing complexion. Slowly deteriorating, your once gentle, feline gaze began to melt into a matching stare as he replied. 

“The surface world food is vile.”

“Have you ever had stuffed crust pizza?” Gods, arguing was going to get you nowhere. What can you do to get this god to leave? 

He is not leaving, child. 

“How do you serve the moon?” He repeats, straightening his back. 

He just won’t quit. You ponder how it turns out for someone to push his button; a fire ignites in your stomach at the thought. 

“I’m in my undies right now, I’m hungry, I am exhausted, and I don’t even know who you are. Come back in the morning once I’ve eaten my vile food,” you spit, “and I’ll think about telling you all my cute little secrets.” 

Incredulously, his mouth gapes open in the slightest before standing up, bolting to tower over you faster than you can recalibrate yourself. Before your gaze can linger on his thighs for more than a moment's notice, you find a tight grip on your jaw, cheeks squishing and your lips pursed in the slightest. Dread consumes you, and you feel the moon shake her head. 

“You dare,” he begins, staring down at you as if you were less than the scum under his feet, “speak to me like this as if you did not steal what does not belong to you in the first place- siren.” You return the fever, glaring back at him, clenching the chair’s cushioning and pushing yourself to meet his face with yours. 

“It was pretty,” you seethe, “and I am not a siren.”

He tuts, clenching your jaw harder between his thumb and forefinger, twisting your neck as though you were the ring you plucked from him in the ocean, “Little surface girls taking things that do not belong to them, claiming they belong to the moon.” 

Mother forgive me, you silently beg, the rage allowing one last particle of energy to surface. You let yourself blow out a soft sigh that you hope, you pray, feels like peppering kisses all over his face and neck. 

Peppering kisses turn into boiling beads of sweat pilling along his temples in mere seconds, your silent will urging his blood to cook beneath you. Boiling blood and a dark, unearthed lust surfacing in the form of a longing gaze and heated skin. His grip molding soft, lips parting. 

“Return tomorrow, and I will answer your questions,” whatever sultry notes left in your voice bellow in his stomach, your eyes hooded, skin glowing as you summon the moonlight to cast against your goose bumped skin. 

Bend to me by the order of the moon, bend to me and go home. 

He longingly looks over your moon-kissed cheeks between his hand, down to your collar bones, the dip of your chest begging to pour out of your small tank top, tracing your navel with his eyes and they linger on the embroidered panties, your throw pillow long gone on the floor once you sat up fully to fight for yourself- for your pizza- tonight. 

But because the way he was returning your devilish look, you might not be hungry for just pizza. 

Bend to my will, sweet king. Let me continue my night, you may question me in the morning. 

And then he has the audacity to reel back and laugh, letting you jerk away at the expense of your own mortification. 

Heaven forbid, it didn’t work. 

Dark red embellishes your cheeks, your nose, your neck and chest. Blotchy. 

Your cooler hands find your cheeks, urging them to quiet, and you curl back into your chair. Looking down at your newly polished toes and back up towards him with pure fury, you couldn’t feel more humiliated. 

The moon did not let you win. 

There is no victory, no satisfaction when you are angry, she murmurs, synchronizing the gods movements as he lifts your chin again. It is gentle, testing. You are met with a curious, cautious, nevertheless impenetrable stare. His eyes travel between your cheeks, watering eyes, your pink, pouty lips. 

“I will return in the morning, when the sun rises.” He promises with a nod, “hopefully you will be as enchanting as you are described in the books with a full stomach and long nights rest.” There is a soft laugh, the god not yet letting go of your face, observing the pink splotches of shame along your neck. “I did not think the definition of moon children would be so literal.” 

You could not manipulate this man, and he is calling you a child. 

You are too angry, too tired, too defeated to rebuttal that you are the goddess, the justice, the love and power of the moon. 

He did not ask for his ring back when he let go of your face, gathered his spear, and took flight from your open balcony window, giving you another short, determined once over. 

A loud groan escapes you as the transparent, pink-hued curtains sway with the wind. 

You want to chuck that ring out of that very window, you decide. 

Before you went to bed, you ate a whole box of stuffed crust pizza.

.

.

.

He kept his promise. 

After failing to have a good night’s rest, tossing and turning, waking with cold sweats and dreams of cascading down a rabbit hole, you understand why your sleep was disrupted in the early morning.

There he sat, across from your bed in another lounge chair seemingly miniature while he shuffles about. He twirls one of your small shell in his hand, and it seems as though he took a good chunk of time out of his night to look through nearly all of your trinkets. 

You sigh and roll over in your bed away from the man in the chair, pulling the duvet over your head. A groan reverberates through the sheets when you shove your face into the surface of the mattress. 

This is not how you imagined your morning after East Hampton. You allow yourself to daydream for a moment, pretending you wake in the sun alone, stretch, cum with one of your previous vibrators, and make an omelet with the mushrooms you got from the market just the other day. Cheese and mushrooms and eggs, maybe a coffee, maybe a chai. 

With a final groan to ground you, you flip the covers and force yourself to sit up. Your braids are tightly wound, the natural lighting from the window causing your hair to glow and your freckles to surface and sparkle. From your tank top, a large tshirt covers you, fabric folding over your stomach and thighs, barely covering your underwear. 

Should you say hi? Should you act like he’s not there and get on with your morning routine? 

You decide the latter, swinging your legs to hang off the of the bed and scoot for your feet to touch the floor. Your arms raise, and you stretch, looking towards the sky as you silently thank the moon for allowing you to see another beautiful morning, letting the gratitude bathe you. 

He simply stares. 

You let him as you wander into the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. 

There is no way you’ll be less than presentable in front of a god, you whisper to the moon as your examine your small closet. Your eyebrows furrow- you cannot remember a time you contemplated looking presentable for someone else. 

You can hear the moon giggle as you contemplate wearing one of your prettiest dresses that you specifically use for full moon nights. Or the new moon? What kind of energy are you bringing into this conversation? 

Energy, your lips quirk. May he be enamored, for it is not about the dress but jewelry that adorns you. 

You place yourself in lacy garments, a shimmer of silver and a soft green, puffy-sleeved, translucent blouse and lightly washed, high-waisted jeans. Matching, lacy socks and a silver necklace with a curled shell. 

Glamoured rings slide themselves onto your fingers, and you inspect the finery wrapped around your flesh with a grin. Silver and gold bands with crystals wired around them and dipped into moon water and rose oil bound to convey any man to serve you. Hopefully a god, too. 

Gold glitter smears across your eyelid, your cheekbones and a tap on your nose. Clear mascara and brow gel brushes its way on as you glow at yourself in the mirror. 

Wetting your hair and re-curling your golden ringlets with a serum, you place two pearly clips to push aside the front pieces of your hair on each side, framing your face in the most pleasing way. 

Terrifyingly beautiful. 

I am dreamy, I am translucent, I am a child of the moon. 

With a deep breath and another prayer to the moon, you’re gliding out of the bathroom. 

May the moon bless this day. 

“I’m hungry,” you state as your feet patter towards him sitting in the chair, his body did not move an inch, now holding one of your hair clips. You stand in front of him, nearly at eye-level. Perplexed, angry, annoyed, curious, lustful- all the emotions you could sniff out as he gave you a slow, deliberate look over. 

“Would you like to join me for breakfast?” You breathe, refraining from twirling your fingers together. Asking, not taking, was not a talent of yours. It makes you blush, makes you sweat. 

“Tell me how you serve your moon while you eat.” 

You find yourself agreeing with the slightest of smiles. 

@angeli-fucking-cat <3

[wintfleur]

i miss my fav couple (dahlia and stella) so here’s a though about then with their side pieces (will and rut)

the four of them totally travel together this summer. like the girls organize everything and the boys are just like “okay 😃” but they have so much fun.

i see them going to europe like croatia or somewhere near there cause the beaches are soooo pretty. or even thailand or indonesia. they like the nature aspect of the countries more than the cities.

the tiktoks and insta post are so cute and adorable during their trip too, like they’re just always taking candid pictures of each other.

the girls would lowkey make a scrapbook when they get back 🤭🤭

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( omg our fav couple and there side pieces going on a vacation together . . . i love it 🤭 )

au masterlist - you can find everything under #👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!

I definitely see them going somewhere tropical !!! They have been planning it for weeks in there group chat . . . well Stella & dahlia planning it, and Rutger and will are just happy to be involved tbh !!!

the girls have the whole trip planned to a T, everyday they have something to do and something to see !! You are absolutely right, they definitely love the nature aspect. I can see them going hiking, and trying to find a waterfall and all the beautiful spots not a lot of people know about !!!

They take so many pictures and Stella has so much filming there trip, wanting to be able to look back on it with them in the future !!! I can literally picture them renting a jeep (or some sort of car with the roof can come off) one of the boys driving while the girls are in the back seat, there hair wiping wildly in the wind as they laugh and sing along to the music on the radio.

Oh they spend so much time at the beach !!! and they have so much fun trying new foods and learning about the cultures, it’s a wonderful experience they all have together, and they never want it to end !!!

ohmygod and the sleepovers ??? They have tons of snacks, playing games and watching movies and just having fun! And the night swimming at the hotel pool ,:&::):&:! Oh it would be sm fun !!!

They definitely post a tiktok where it’s like ‘when the trip leaves the group chat’ or however it is, there friends are def a little jealous from how much fun they look to be having but they can’t wait until they get back and tell them all about it !!!

I see Stella and dahlia creating the scrap books at the lake house when they come to visit after the trip !!! and omg I also see the girls making matching friendship bracelets for them and the boys for the trip !!!

they are the best omg I love them sm :(

[r4zberrygirl]

I don't want you like a best friend

hinata shoyo x gn reader, post timeskip/brazil arc, fluff, 1k+ words

cw: suggestive but no explicit sex, bars/drinking, reader wears a dress and is shorter than hinata

an: this might be my fav one so far! brazil!hinata just does smth to me man he's so ! i definitely wrote this with she/her pronouns in mind but still no pronouns and no physical description of reader :) -raz

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Dress

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

From his broad build to his tanned, freckled skin, it was clear to you that it had been a while since you last saw Hinata Shoyo. Shoyo had been a close friend of yours since you met in your second year of highschool at Karasuno. However his enthusiasm to play beach volleyball in Brazil swept him away from you like fallen leaves to a harsh wind. You could never resent him for leaving Japan to follow his dream, but it was hard not being able to keep in touch due to your busy schedules, yours with school and his with sports. But here you are, two years since graduating and finally in the same room as the one you missed the absolute most. 

Daichi and the other previous third years had planned a team reunion as soon as they heard everyone would be back in town. And you, being the manager that Kiyoko trained to work alongside Yachi, were of course invited as well. Daichi and Suga had gone out of their way to rent out a room in that bar in the middle of town. You had been before, but the men inside were never able to leave you as breathless as the one you were looking at now. You hadn’t yet gone up to speak to Shoyo but even from a distance you could notice how his career shaped him, physically I mean. His shoulders were wide and you could tell his back was toned through the white tee he was wearing, you think that you could spend all day ogling his arms but alas you’d have to speak to him at some point. 

You stand behind him as he finishes up a conversation with Tanaka, itching to reach out and tap him for his attention. Your hands clam up when he spins around to greet you. “_____,” Shoyo breathed out. You're certain everything around you went silent when your name left his lips. Not one for handshakes, he pulls you into a hug as soon as your mouth opens to say hello. You can't complain about his move though because it gives you the excuse to feel his hard chest. “Oh my god it’s been forever! How are you? How’s school going?” Shoyo casually interrogates you. 

“Hi Sho! I’ve been doing okay and school is boring but it’s going well! And it really has been a while, I mean look at you! You look like a totally new person. Well aside from your hair, just as ginger as always,” a short laugh escapes you as you think of his hair when you first met. A long fluffy mess, it worked when he was young but when he reached his third year of highschool, he switched to a shaggy undercut and never looked back. 

“Me? Look at you! You look beautiful and so grown up! I finally got taller than you though. But this dress! It looks incredible on you,” Shoyo flatters you and your cheeks heat up as you push his arm. You would be lying if you said you hadn't picked it out with him in mind. You purposefully chose one you thought he would like, and the sweet purple mini that adorned your body seemed to do the trick. Shoyo and yourself had been eyeing each other the whole night and the tension between your stares was thick enough to cut, but somehow the rest of the team stayed completely oblivious. His eyes were blazing and you decided in that moment that you would tell him how you felt by tomorrow.

It didn't take much convincing for him to agree on spending the night at your apartment. In fact he was eager to leave the second you suggested it. You both went home slightly more than tipsy, kissing and messy, and you both clambered off to your bedroom the second the door was unlocked. 

You awoke hours later in bed next to a sleeping Shoyo who wore nothing but a pair of boxers at this moment. You watched him breathe, his tanned back rose and fell calmly, freckled from all the hours he spent in the sun. Even with the events that happened only a few hours prior, your anxiety spiked the same way it did when you first saw him in that room. What if he woke up and didn’t remember anything? What if he planned on going back to Brazil and you were just a distraction during his days off? You decided you didn't care when his eyes fluttered awake and over to your form, glancing down enough to see you in just his white tee from the night before. “Hi,” he whispered, eyes closing again and smiling. You laugh softly and whisper back, “Hey,” while smiling as well. You thought about what you were going to say until he breaks the silence again. “Should we… talk about all this. Or are we just gonna go back to how things were and keep this between us?” You think you saw a glimmer of sadness flash in his eyes when he said that last part.

“I’ve liked you since highschool,” you admit with one hand holding his face. There was no going back now, “I was so excited you were coming back. You know I picked that dress out just for you. I figured you would like it,” you giggle slightly embarrassed. You sigh, “I don’t want to be just friends anymore Shoyo. I missed you so much when you went away I can’t take it if you leave again.” Your confession was sudden but you figured the worst outcome was rejection, but even then the pain would have been dulled after your bliss from last night. Your hands begin to shake and you retract them to yourself. 

“____…” Shoyo trailed off. Once again your name caused a ripple of silence to come through your mind, but your heart began to beat harder in your chest as you prepared to hear the worst. 

“Please don’t feel pressured to say something it’s really okay if you don’t feel the same way-” You were cut off suddenly by his lips smashing against yours. Your hands went to his hair as his found a spot on your waist. You groaned into the kiss a little as he went to pull away. His bare chest was now leaned against your body and he held his weight with his arms at your sides. The eye contact you shared was intense. “Do you remember when we first met? You had just switched schools after moving and you needed help finding your classroom. You had that silly haircut that you always hated but I secretly thought was pretty cute.” You looked down, flushed. He continued, “We were only second years, but since then I always knew you were what I wanted. I never could see the girls in Brazil the way I saw you. You were just.. I don't know. Magnetic? Even when you got homesick and missed your old school. You kept lying and saying you were okay but I could see right through you. It upset me seeing you upset. And now we’re here, laying together, and you're telling me the feelings I felt for years are actually reciprocated.” He laughs after that last bit, slightly embarrassed. You kept quiet, not sure what to say. Good thing he always knew what you needed. “_____, can I take you on a date tomorrow? I know we've sort of fucked up the order of this stuff, but I’d love to catch up from these past two years.” He asks while rolling back onto his side of your bed, still looking at you. You snuggled closer to him, “I’d love that.” He wrapped his arms around you and neither of you made an effort to move. He notices a reddish mark under your jawline and smirks, he must've put it there in his haze last night. “So… about this dress…” he teased as you groaned and put your head into his chest, you knew you should've left that bit out. 

[f1-stuff]

I would love to know about Mallorca AU

I'm so glad you asked anon! This is lowkey one of my fav WIPs that I absolutely plan to finish in time for f1's summer break this year. It's essentually an AU where Charles is still a race driver but Carlos isn't, and they meet when Charles and his family is on vacation in Mallorca for the summer break...

Because I'm feeling ridiculous and indulgent today, here's another 2k-word snippet.

The next day, they head to a secluded beach that promises amazing waves, as well as lots of rock climbing and hiking. Charles expects to see some surfers, but it’s also quite windy so he’s not sure how safe it is. He’s gone surfing a couple times, but he’s not very good yet. And since he doesn’t like when he’s not good at things (who does?), he hasn’t tried again recently.

When they arrive, there’s still a fair number of people there as it is a weekend, but nowhere near the crowds on the more popular beaches. They find their own spot and set up camp, although he and his brothers immediately get to work hiking up one of the cliff faces to get a good view from the top.

The view is worth it, but they’re hot enough by the time they get back down to run straight into the water. He’s right about the wind, which means the waves are definitely gnarly. But they have a good laugh attempting not to drown. 

They even find a small rock outcropping not too far from shore that they can climb and jump off of. Lorenzo protests at first, claiming it’s not safe. But when Arthur ignores him and does it anyway, he sees that it’s not too bad and joins in.

They rest on the rocks for a bit, tired from the climbing and swimming, but when Lorenzo mentions their mum might be getting worried, they decide to head back. Lorenzo jumps down and Arthur follows him, starting the swim back. Charles (stupidly) decides he’ll dive off, and wouldn’t you know it, as soon as he hits the water, his swim trunks are pulled clean off.

He surfaces with a laugh, dragging hair off of his face and wiping water from his eyes. But when he glances around, he can’t see the trunks anywhere. He spins a full three-sixty degrees at least four times before he wonders if he’s going crazy. A wave might’ve pushed them into some rocks, but he swims around the rock outcropping and doesn’t find them.

So a wave pulled them under, then. Fantastic. He really liked those trunks, too.

He starts the swim toward shore, his brothers having gotten a head start, but still within sight.

“Arthur!” he calls, as he’s closer than Lorenzo.

His brother either doesn’t hear him, or ignores him. He hopes it’s the former because the latter doesn’t bode well for if he were in any actual danger. He tries to catch up, but by the time he’s reached about the maximum depth he’s comfortable with before he’s flashing the whole beach, Lorenzo is already back at their chairs and Arthur is out of the water.

“Arthur!” he tries again. 

This time, Arthur does hear him and turns around. Charles sighs in relief and beckons him over with his hand, but all Arthur does is wave and cock his head to the side, beckoning Charles over with a matching gesture. Charles sighs in frustration, repeating the gesture with more intensity.

“Come back!” Arthur just continues to look at him like he’s crazy, before waving at Charles and heading to their chairs. “Idiot,” he mutters. 

Most of the time, he says that with affection. But he’s thinking rather ill thoughts at the moment, as he watches his brothers greet their mum and take sips of water. 

Lorenzo must ask Arthur where Charles is because he sees Arthur point over his shoulder, Lorenzo following with his gaze until his eyes land on Charles. He stands up straighter, making a clear gesture for Lorenzo to come back. His older brother just continues to look confused, until he himself repeats the arm motion, beckoning Charles to come back.

“My God, they’re both idiots.”

Well, eventually they have to wonder why Charles won’t leave the water, right? That, or he has to wait for someone else to come along. Or he exposes himself to the whole beach.

Yeah, no. He’ll wait.

There are other people in the water, but most of them are women and kids. He doesn’t really fancy swimming up to a kid and their mother and asking for a spare pair of swim trunks. Somehow, he thinks a strange man implying he’s naked would at the very least make someone extremely uncomfortable and at the worst, get him kicked off the beach.

He’s actually starting to get cold despite the hot summer sun, when someone paddles by on their surfboard.

“Hi, excuse me! Um, sorry - perdóneme,” he says to the guy. 

He looks to be about Charles’ age, maybe a little older - dark hair that’s long enough to tuck behind his ears, slicked back from the water. He looks significantly less likely to be creeped out by Charles. Not a hundred percent, but...less likely, for sure. 

“Inglés? Please...” He mutters the last part to himself. He knows a few Spanish words and phrases, but he’d probably have better luck speaking Italian and hoping the guy understood.

“Yeah?” the guy thankfully replies, his brows furrowing at Charles. He stops paddling and sits up on his board. “Alright?” He has a Spanish accent, so Charles assumes he’s either a local or from Spain on holiday.

“Do you have swim trunks - uh, another pair?” Charles asks, laughing awkwardly. “I’ve lost mine.”

Then, after a brief pause. “Lost them?” The guy is attempting not to laugh for Charles’ benefit, presumably.

“They were...taken by a wave.”

“Ah, this clears things up.” Charles thinks he’s being made fun of, but the man looks like he’s enjoying this rather than bothered. “What should I do? Give you mine?”

“No!” Charles says, flushing for some reason. “I don’t know. Could you bring me a towel or something? My family is just there, but they are being idiots.”

The man is faintly smiling as Charles speaks, but doesn’t look in any rush to help. Charles is about to resign himself to wait for someone else or just ask the guy to get one of his brothers, when he suddenly nods, laying back down on his board.

“I will be right back, francés,” he says, starting to paddle toward shore. “​​Rápidamente!”

Charles realizes, after he’s been watching the man paddle for several seconds, that he has a weird smile on his face. He purses his lips and rubs his arms when he shivers a bit from the cool water.

The man reaches shore, and Charles watches with more than a little incredulity as he saunters with his surfboard under one arm all the way off the beach and disappears into the parking area. Charles sighs, fearing he’s just struck out again in obtaining help. The guy could be just going to his car to grab extra swim trunks, but Charles isn’t holding his breath.

He’s not only tried to get the attention of his brothers again, but also started wondering if he should look around for another potential savior, when he sees the man emerge back onto the beach, sans surfboard. Charles nearly scoffs when he seemingly stops to chat with a couple of girls, but he can faintly see something like trunks clutched in the guy’s hand, so he won’t curse him out just yet. 

And soon enough, he departs from the girls and makes eye contact with Charles, waving the trunks in the air like a chequered flag at the end of a race. Charles sighs. Day one of vacation and this is what it’s come to.

He smiles weakly and gives a thumbs up, hoping that’s enough to get the guy to fucking bring him the trunks. The man gestures for Charles to come to him, and Charles is a second away from losing it, when the guy laughs and wades into the water. Charles lets out a deep breath, relieved.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” the guy jokes when he gets close enough.

“Very funny,” Charles says, catching the trunks when they’re thrown his way. They’re a pretty standard aqua, but there’s the silhouette of a shark on the backside in a darker blue. Charles notices a tag hanging off the waistband. “Have you bought this just now?”

“There’s a shop down the road, very close,” the man says. And he looks so much like he doesn’t mind, sinking low in the water with his chin resting on the surface and hardly paying attention to Charles, that Charles doesn’t protest the kindness. And anyway, it’s done now.

“That’s nice of you,” he does say, smiling. “Thanks, mate. How much was it?”

“Bah, I don’t remember,” the man says, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

Charles takes a peek at the price tag anyway, before pulling them on underneath the water. He’ll try to offer him some euros once he’s back with his stuff, but he also knows from experience that it can sometimes be more polite to just accept a gift when it’s given.

“Thank you, again.” The man just nods and straightens up to walk alongside Charles as he heads back to shore.

“I’m Carlos,” he says, holding out a hand for Charles to shake. He takes it with a slow, dawning smile. “¿Qué?”

“Hello, Carlos. I’m Charles.”

“You are kidding,” Carlos says, grinning. “Mate, this is fate.” He elbows Charles, who can’t help his answering laugh. “I’m honored to be the one to help you out of this, eh- hairy situation.” Charles just shakes his head.

“Not French, by the way,” he says, and Carlos raises his brows. “You called me French, before.”

“Not French,” Carlos says, adopting a thoughtful expression.

“I speak French - Italian, also. But I am not from France.”

“Speak French but not from France,” Carlos repeats, rubbing his chin. “Swiss?” Charles shakes his head again. “Belgian?”

“No,” he says, laughing.

“No, no, no. Of course not. You don’t sound it,” Carlos says, as if someone else had suggested it, rather than himself. 

Charles raises a brow, enjoying this game more than he should. They’ve already reached shore by now, but they’re just sort of idling near the water, wet feet collecting loose sand as they drip dry.

“Canada?” Carlos suggests. Charles gives him a moment to stew, before shaking his head.

“Do I sound Canadian?”

“I don’t know,” Carlos laughs. “Ehm, Africa? No. Madagascar?”

“Madagascar?” Charles repeats, mystified. 

“Maybe! Why not?” Carlos says, shrugging.

“You will never guess it.”

“Well, tell me then.”

“Mm, I don’t think I should,” Charles says, laughing.

“I will never guess it, huh?” Carlos mutters to himself, thinking. 

Charles is surprised he’s still trying to figure it out. It reminds him of how competitive Pierre can be - how competitive all the other drivers on the grid are. Carlos is certainly built like an athlete, so the competitiveness seems to fit. Charles decides to distract him.

“You are from Spain?” Carlos nods.

“I live in Madrid, but I come here during summer to work,” he says. Now standing next to him, Charles realizes he’s a little taller than Carlos. He doesn’t know why that surprises him. “Are you staying in Palma?”

“Near there,” Charles says, forgetting the exact name of where they’re staying. 

“Ah well, me and some friends are getting drinks in town tonight. You’re welcome to join. We can show you the right way to party in España.” Carlos grins and Charles laughs, but he’s not sure he should agree. A group of people he doesn’t know, any of whom could recognize him and post about where he is and what he’s up to?

“Tempting,” is what he ends up saying. “Maybe, if we don’t have something planned. Where will you go?”

“Eh, here and there. We’ll probably start at a place called Calama.”

“Calama,” Charles repeats, making sure he’s got it right.

“Sí. It’s on ____. That’s the street name. Say it because I don’t trust you.” Charles laughs, but obliges, stumbling through it a bit, but getting there in the end. “Okay. Bueno.”

“Thanks again for the swim trunks,” Charles says.

“It’s no problem.” Carlos grins again, and Charles gets the feeling he’s someone who likes to laugh. He supposes that’s a stupid thought - who doesn’t?

“See you, mate,” he says, waving as he takes a step toward his family.

“See you,” Carlos says back, then pauses. “Luxembourg?” Charles raises his brows, shaking his head. “Mierda. I will guess it.”

Charles laughs and turns around, finally joining his family who appears to hardly notice his arrival. He flicks his brothers each on the back of the head, who both yelp more in surprise than in pain.

“What was that for?” Arthur says, rubbing his head.

“For being an idiot.”

Lorenzo squints at him. “Are you wearing different shorts?”

-

You could call this a charlos 'meet cute'... lmao

[atmymercy]

Hii @atmymercy new follower here! Hope you are fine! I would like to participate in your August monthly tarot giveaway. Myself RJ ( an ♌sun and ♎ moon&rising.) She/her.

My question is : what's my connection with Lord Krishna🦚 in 5D & 3D ( if you don't know he is a supreme god according to Hinduism/sanatan darma) I have alot of love, respect and trust for him, I feel I when I was in depression he was the only one who save my life.

Now for my ideal type of date🤔

Oaky so firstly I never went on a date, so I don't have any experience tbh. But still I have to tell what's my ideal type of date is : like outdoor dates where their is no one, expect US. Like on a mountain, sky above, fresh air, spending time with each other. Eating our fav food. Just showing your emotions, expressing your true feelings for each other. Just simply private kind of simple date! If I describe in a emoji it was : 🍦🌮💐🏖🌊🏓🎬 ( I also love the idea of beach date on a island and jungle. Alone with him🙂 yes I am delusional!

Personally I want to plane a date with my future spouse ( whenever I meet him in future lol) I have alot of ideas about to surprise him. ( also wish that my first kiss will happen with my FS in rain😭)

Now enough! I don't think so I can tell more my delulu ideas to you😳 shy shy! Anyways

Thankyou💋 have a great week

♡ giveaway winner - 5/5 ♡

hello honey! omg! hi! so nice to see a new face around here! i am doing fine! how about you, honey? and ofc, you can participate! get in here! i do warn that i'll only be focusing on the 5D part of your question because one question as a time and i'm not sure if the 3D would be a lot different or not, ya know? hope that's okay!

girl! as long as your first date isn't all alone in the woods with some guys, then you're all good (because obviously we don't want you getting preyed upon by some creep)! that sounds like a lovely date to have with someone! just imagine the wind blowing in your hair and you just have this happy weightless feeling because you two are connected so much! it would feel amazing! woot!

for you, i got the ace of wands, 4 of swords & queen of coins.

so in the 5D, i'm seeing lord krishna is your number one protector and guardian, honey! i also heard "number one with the bullet", which is interesting! it's kind of fun to imagine lord krisna with a gun for you! because "number one with the bullet" keeps getting repeated! so lord krishna is serious business with you! omg! like super protective because i'm getting this notion that you are meant to relax and rejuvenate yourself because honey, you are the queen of coins to lord krishna! you are beautiful! abundant! kind-hearted! lord kriskna wants to protect that in you so i'm getting if anyone is giving you shit or bothering you, you should tell lord krishna! "watch how fast they walk away from you!" is what i heard in response to this! lolol i love that for you, honey! make sure to say thanks and feel free to put in a good word for me too, honey! lolol enjoy!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee/tip when you can! if you want to explore this further, please also consider a private read. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

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[tactician]

OCS + Associations

thank you bree @sangre for the tag :3 hugging hugging hugging

im gonna do this for reides, my dnd oc!

animal

seahorses! symbolically, they are linked to balance and adaptability, which i see a lot with reides in regards to how he navigates both the lands and seas. they're also associated with freedom and creativity, which are major themes to reides' character as a whole. plus they're so cute and reides is cute, too. teehee.

colors

blues, silvers, light purples! and, of course, green... his older brother calls him seaweed-head, so there's gotta be a green association in there... DFJKDJG

month

january! the first month of the year; cold, but in a renewing and refreshing sort of way. a new beginning!!! a new experience!!! and so many new possibilities existing in front of you!!! the level of expectations placed on january also aligns with the sort of burdens that reides had placed on him as well.

songs

chasing kites - ​iamamiwhoami! over the ocean outcast, with nowhere to go / a brighter forecast, new winds will blow / the storm that's drawing near / it calms and the air is cleared. i have a huge playlist for reides which can be found here too.

number

16! he was born on firstlight 16 so that might be where i get that association from lmao.

plants

lotus flowers! i think lotus flowers really suit reides. even the way that they grow - rising out of water to bloom; existing in that beautiful margin between the aquatic and the earthen - is so... him. they also symbolize rebirth, which i think is very much aligned with the sort of stuff that reides went through when he initially ventured to the surface world (and kind of ties into the stuff i talked about for the month portion of this too!)

smells

i'm aware that it's a slight cop-out to say the ocean, but, like, heres the thing: the ocean! LMAO. that salty sort of kick is super reides; the scent of the sea at dawn, that crispness, not dainty or elegant but effortlessly evocative... yeah. that's reides. he usually smells like that naturally. like the sea, plain soap, and ink.

gemstones

larimar, pietersite and pearls as well! also, i know they're not gems per se, but i also associate sea glass with reides a whole lot. they're gems to ME!!!

time of day

dawn! the very moment that the sun starts rising; when stars and maybe even the moon are still visible in the sky. as you can see, i really like associating reides with existing in between or on the border of various things fdkjdljg. i also think reides stays up really late typically so he's no stranger to being awake at this time LMAO

season

winter! ok im a little weird with this one so bear with me...... i really enjoy associating reides with coldness since he's such a sweet, passionate person and i like the idea of his optimism existing alongside the cold; i like the idea of the cold being a comfort instead of depressing or stoic or serious. bc for reides, the cold IS a comfort!!!! it gives him clarity and energizes him. it reminds him of his home seas and it empowers him.

places

on the beach, skipping alongside the waves; laughing, with a book clutched to his side; fingers stained with ink and hair windswept from the briny breeze!

foods

oysters, mussels, all of that sort of thing - juicy seafood that tastes best when you eat it with your bare hands. salty, rich flavours!

drinks

a nice rum with lime mixed in... that's reides right there. blue daiquiris are these things and also, as the name suggests, blue - and that's fun and would delight reides, so i think if he was a cocktail he'd be that. as for his taste in drinks... reides loves sweet ones the very most - rip currant wine from his home seas is his fav - but he has a soft spot for firewhiskey, too!

element

WATER, BABY!!!!!!! i dont think lightning technically counts as an element but that as well!

seasoning

SEA SALT, BABY!!!!!!!

sky

i think this ties into the time of day prompty really well so i'm pointing up there again hehe.

weather

stormy weather! >:) he is the storm prince, after all... for all his kindness, he is tumultuous and brings change. there's a lot of power to be found in storms, and that power is something that reides is learning to embrace. when he hatched, it was during a crazy storm that really wracked his home seas - and, sometimes, the people there maintain a superstition that baby-reides actually absorbed that storm's power. it's simply wack poetry stuff (that, frankly, used to freak reides out as a kid lmao) but what if they're right. what then.

magical powers

reides is a wizard who specializes in evocation magic, so you know he loves to harness da power of da elements... he especially loves ice and lightning magic. again, if something sounds stormy, he is probably tapping into that power and trying his best to let it surge through him.

weapons

reides' weapon is... the power he extracts from the weave teehee. he has a purple conch shell from home that serves as his arcane focus for all that! but, his magic aside, reides also has a dagger that was fashioned from the pelagic ore of his home seas and a crossbow that he named 'harpoon.'

candy

it's gotta be salt water taffy! reides' fav candy as well as the candy that embodies his nature the absolute best :3

methods of long-distance travel

reides loves boats so much. big ships fascinate him endlessly. he wants to go on them all the time. he fantasizes about being at sea with aske (his boyfriend who is also a sailor / fisherman) all the time.

fear

to let down his people and be an outcast amongst them; to prove that all the people who pelted him with insults were right; to lose his home; to lose his freedom

mythological creature

merfolk is a laughably easy answer I KNOWWW so i will choose something else even if they're by far the first thing my mind leaps to for reidesy DFLDKGDKFH i think selkies are cool too given the nature of their shapechanging o: reides' identity both above and below the seas is something that is fun with me thematically and i think selkies kind of offer a physical representation of that

piece of stationary

a page of a sturdy tome that has notes written all over it!!! and doodles!!! and some of the ink on it has been smudged too!!! yay research!!!

three emojis

🌊⛈️✨

celestial body

reides is definitely a star! shining resolutely through the darkness of night... ✰ i also associate him with the star tarot, so that ties in nicely.

[esta-elavaris]

Fallen Through Time

Part One [1,961 words]

[James Norrington/Modern!OC]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean. 

Only on Tumblr for now - I’ll add it to the other fanfic sites once it’s completed. I know better by now than to guess how long it’s going to be, but I can say it won’t be another epic, and it won’t be following the movies closely like the original did, because (especially by movies two and three, where it would more or less just be the same fic) there’d be a lot of overlap. Binge watching all of my fav period dramas to really add that slow-burn suffering to this!

Masterpost - *Part One* [you’re here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen @dancerinthestorm @teawithshakespeare​

The cry of seagulls, and the crashing of waves. Those were the first things that slowly crept into Theodora Byrne’s awareness. But her town was landlocked, so either her strange dreams had introduced a new novelty factor, or somebody nearby was absolutely blaring a television set. Her problems became more pressing when the next thing demanded her attention - a sharp, throbbing, all encompassing ache that enveloped her skull from her eyebrows to the base of her neck. Crying out didn’t help - far less than it ever helped, really, because it only drew more hurts to her attention. Her lips were cracked and dry, and her throat had been reduced to sandpaper. Breathing made it worse. Trying to swallow made it hell. Not that there was much moisture in her mouth to help her do so to begin with. 

It took moving - lifting a hand to her head, like she wanted to be sure it wasn’t literally splitting apart - for her to realise she wasn’t in a bed. No blankets weighed down on her, and a breeze that might’ve been soothing had she been well tugged at her hair and ghosted across her face. The waves and the bird cries (which were very quickly starting to feel like needles jabbing into her temples) were real, then. Still, she didn’t panic. Not yet. 

Taking in some deep, calming breaths, she tried to ride out the pain, and waited for the context of her situation to hit her. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d gone camping and woken up confused at not being in her bedroom. It wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility that she’d been drinking, too…well, if she’d come here with others, she wasn’t a complete degenerate. In a moment or two somebody would shout an offer of tea, coffee, breakfast, or paracetamol, and she’d remember the particulars and begin setting about recovering from this monster hangover. 

Camping on a beach would be a new one, though. Most fold she knew hated sand…and where could they possibly go that would be this hot? What…

“God above, she’s alive,” a faraway voice gasped “Look! She’s moving! Miss? Miss!”

“Miss Swann!” cried another voice “Miss Swann!”

It was that which had reality crashing down upon her - as well as what amount of wakefulness she’d yet to seize. Both had the unfortunate side-effect of bringing on the rest of the discomfort that had been lingering in the periphery until then. Somehow too hot and too cold all at once, she was suddenly wracked with shakes from the fright and the chill both, all while her skin itched and prickled, ablaze despite the shivers coursing through her.

Theo’s eyes flew open, immediately assaulted with the harsh light of day. The cry that tore from her throat hurt - and the jolt that went through her when water, cold and abrasive to her already frayed senses, hurt more than anything yet. On the bright side, it returned full control of her body to her, grabbing her by the scruff of the neck and yanking her straight into reality. 

Or some version of it, at least. 

One which had her staring into the dark, wide eyes of Keira Knightley. 

“Miss Swann, don’t get so close - she could be dangerous!” 

“Don’t be silly, Estrella - look at her. She’s terrified.”

Well, she had that right. Theo stared at her, and then whipped her head around - although what she was looking for, she’d never know. Cameras, maybe. Ashton Kutcher waiting to announce that Punk’d had made a return, and they’d decided to kick things off by getting an A-lister to prank an absolute nobody. Instead, all she saw were palm trees, ocean, and sand. 

The woman behind her, clad in a red dress that looked like something from a period drama, topped in an apron, looked between Theo and Keira distrustfully. 

“Your dress, miss…” the other woman said doubtfully, in what was probably a final attempt to get her to back away and stop kneeling beside Theo.

“Hang the dress,” Keira said impatiently, turning her full attention back to Theo “Miss, are you well? How did you come to be here? Did your ship capsize?” 

“You’re Keira Knightley,” Theo said dumbly. 

Or at least she tried to. It came out as a series of barely intelligible croaks that left her plastering a hand across her throat in her best impression of the Little Mermaid. 

“Water,” she said next - feeling like she was shouting, only to have it come out as a rasp “Water. Do you…?”

A deep furrow etched itself between the eyebrows of the woman kneeling in the sand beside her. The more she realised what bad shape she was in, the more Theo began to doubt it was actually Keira Knightley - hell, she wondered if there was anybody here at all, or if this wasn’t just some bizarre nightmare. 

“I’ve none, I’m sorry,” the woman said, before a steady sort of determination settled across her face “But we will get you some. At my home.”

“Miss-” the other woman began to protest. 

The woman whipped her head around to give her a look which silenced her, and gave Theo a view of a very elaborate updo that she’d never seen anybody jaunt about with, bar in a movie. The same could be said for the dress, really, all corsets and padding and brocade, like something out of…of Pirates of the…

Turning her head back to her, the woman made to lay a hand on her arm, but when she saw it would come into skin that would’ve been more suited to Hellboy, she laid her hand flat atop the sand beside her instead.

“My name is Elizabeth Swann,” she said “My father is Governor here - in Port Royal. I’m going to help you.” 

“We should fetch the law…” the woman behind her began to protest.

“Would you like an entire squad of sailors to see you thus?” Elizabeth countered “We’ll take her to the mansion, and then we’ll alert the law. Give me your apron.” 

Theo watched the exchange take place with wide, disbelieving eyes. She really was hallucinating, then. 

“Here, you must stand,” Elizabeth said “I’d fetch men who may be able to carry you, but the tide is already coming in. We must make haste.” 

She finally resolved on where she might lay a hand upon her without doing further damage - wrapping it around her waist, settling over the back of her ribcage as she began to try and urge her upwards. The contact was very real, as was the pain the attempt at moving resulted in, and whatever work Theo had just done to calm her breathing went right out the window. 

“You must calm yourself,” Elizabeth said, her voice steel coated in kindness “We need to get you away from here, and cannot carry you unless we treat you like a sack of potatoes.” 

Real or not - mad or not - she had one thing right. The waves that had at first lapped at her calves was now already threatening to reach her hips. Shallow though they were (and while the many skirts Elizabeth wore seemed enough to absorb an entire ocean), they wouldn’t be for long. Theo bent her knees and planted her boots into the sand. It earned her a wide, beaming grin - although it turned more into a grimace when she lodged a shoulder beneath her arm and urged her to her feet. 

“Estrella - the apron. Tie it around her waist. It’ll have to do for now.” 

The world was spinning dangerously around her the longer she remained balancing precariously atop her legs like this, and she breathed a half-curse, half-prayer as Estrella splashed into the surf and looped the apron around her waist with such reluctance that Theo couldn’t help but wonder if she feared she might bite her.

When she was done, and Theo’s legs were now cloaked in white linen, at Elizabeth’s insistence, Estrella lodged her shoulder beneath her other arm - having a much easier time of it, for how much shorter she was than her companion, who was on par with her for height and had to stoop a little to support her. Then, finally, they began the arduous process of walking. 

Admittedly, for Theo it was more about putting one leg on top of the other than about supporting much of her own weight, relief running through her when her badly burnt skin was no longer subjected to the constant onslaught of saltwater. It was embittered, though, by the nausea welling within her, and Elizabeth’s constant attempts to get answers out of her.

“What is your name?”

That one was easily answered enough. Well, in theory. But talking was difficult.

“Theo- Theodora…Byrne.”

“We can treat your sunburn when we get you inside, Theodora,” she said, the struggle in her voice laced with sympathy.

Theo breathed a dry, sore laugh “No - m’name. Theodora Byrne.” 

“Ah. My mistake. Well, Miss Byrne, you are safe now. And in good hands. But you must stay conscious.”

Their progress brought them off of the sand, and onto footing that was more perilous still - through dense green foliage that had the woman at either side of her struggling almost as much as she was, with only one hand available each to try and keep their skirts out of their way. 

The task that was set before her was simple enough in theory, but Herculean in practise. Already the greenery surrounding them was being replaced by black in Theo’s vision, until it was thoroughly tunnelled and she kept finding that she’d allowed her head to loll back on her neck without actually meaning to, nor at first being aware of it.

“How did you come to be here, Theodora?” 

The struggle was evident in Elizabeth’s voice, and Theo had just enough presence of mind left to know she was questioning her in an effort to keep her aware than genuine curiosity. Her boot caught on an errant root and the almost-fall that ensued jerked her back into consciousness. God, she felt like she was boiling alive here. She’d give her kingdom for a breeze. 

“Dunno,” she breathed “The fairies, I think.”

The other one, Estrella, made a despairing noise in response - although Elizabeth breathed a laugh that was too warm to be mocking. It mattered little to her, either way. When she next woke up (or woke up truly, perhaps) she would find that it hadn’t been real, whether dream or hallucination, and what she said now would matter little. And if it was real? The idea had her snorting aloud, for how little she believed it. If it was real, she’d have bigger problems on her hands than an explanation to Elizabeth sodding Swann. 

“Whom may we find that would be looking for you?” she asked. 

There was a break in the foliage up ahead - perhaps ten feet away. The light that shone past the final lot of trees and bushes already threatened to ramp up her headache to a new, unbearable level.

“Theodora,” Elizabeth said strongly “Do you know if anybody is looking for you? Have you a family? A husband?”

“My da,” she murmured without thinking “My father. He’ll be looking.”

Elizabeth’s grip on her tightened in a way that felt more to do with reassurance than practicality, and now she did not laugh.

“We’ll find your father for you,” she said - and it had the sound of a vow. 

Theo didn’t have much time to be touched by just how heartfelt it sounded, though, for her energy finally gave out, and darkness overtook this very strange dream of hers…leaving her, with her last shred of consciousness, to lament that she didn’t even get to meet Jack Sparrow. What a disappointing dream.

[goatpaste]

Whats your fav jjba episode?

mAN.. thats really a hard one to awnser??

OK OK,,, if you will allow me i can probably pick a fav or two per part

i think my all time fav episode IS the rat hunting episode, its a DiU ep, its got rats, and its a cute silly ep with jotaro and josuke and jotaro almost dies in the funniest way he coulda so it kinda hits a lot of fav elements for me

BUT

Phantom Blood: honestly? its hard to say because i think the manga is better and the anime was weirdly segmented for eps. it kinda slumps in the middle for me

so i think I like the Youth with Dio ep, something about it is very fun to me...

Battle Tendency: OUGH so this ones hard because i think p solidly i loVE the first ep

i think Joseph at the start of Battle Tendecy carried the strongest best traits of Joseph that Araki kinda left behind, like being really nice and passionate about things that mattered even if it put himself in danger, as well as having a hair trigger fight response when it cames to ppl bothering him, or more importantly bothering the people he cares about.. they cut out a bit of him and erinas bestie stuff from the manga which is sO sad

but i think "New Yorks JoJo" captures my favirote snap shot of silly fun bastard joseph that i love that he lost, with so many funny antics and such and his FUCKIGN SIGHT WITH STRAIZO IS SOO GOOD

BUT if i didnt go with that, id had to go with the chariot fight ep, so kinda two eps as this spans over both with the "a True Warrior" and "A Warrior Returns to the Wind" WHICH THE LATER EP TITLE MAKES ME SOOO WEEPY GOOD LURD ILY WHAM

Stardust Crusaders: SO THIS ONE IS HARD BECAUSE ITS SO FUCKING LONG AND SO MANY CHUNKS OF STUFF SPAN 2 AND 3 PARTERS

but mmm probably one of the D'arby fights,,, its hard to pick my fav? they both are really iconic and their the ones i remember the best/most fondly out of all Stardust tbh

Diamond is Unbreakable: LIKE I SAID THIS IS PROBABLY THE RAT HUNTING EP ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH LOL

i really think nearly every ep in DiU is really great, i think their all classic and i really dont have many i find a drag like i tend to in other parts. the yukako eps are really fun, LETS GO EAT ITALIAN FOOD IS A CLASSIC, THE INVISIBLE BABY EP, the intro ep for rohan are great just for the ending where josuke kills him <3, MIKITAKA EP!!! UGH a lot of good ones

but the rat hunting ep wins for me, for having a rat in it

Golden Wind:.. im so sorry this ones kinda easy only because.. i dont... really like golden wind as a whole

But its Spice Girl vs. Notorious B.I.G. i think its the best fight in the whole part and its a big reason i wish trish gotten to do more. i would KILL for a trish and bruno team up fight....

dont get me wrong i loVE a lot of other fights, Narancia and formaggio fight is fun, the secco fight is sO fun, i also love the greatful dead and Beach Boy fight

but 100% its the spice girl ep for me, i think its really fucking excellent

Stone Ocean: AGAIN A TOUGHY BECAUSE I REALLY DO LIKE ALL OF STONE OCEAN VERY MUCH

but fuck dude, i think just based off the top of my head, its either the gwess fight or the mcqueen fight. i think i just love how silly they are, the gwess and mcqueen are my poor little meow meows

BUT UGHHH the Limp Biskit episode really is a good one to man... i rEALLY loved watching that one with no prior knowledge

AND THE DRAGON DREAM EP, but tbh while i LOVE FF and Dragon Dream in there, the ep and fight itself are fine. the concept fine just a lil boring

and ofc i love the brando bro eps, and rikiels was probably my favirote.

sdjkghjkd i think i just really liked the sILLY ones

[anime-love31]

Armin Arlert- ocean skies.

(This really hit me like a rock once I put my Armin inspired melt in, my fav wax melt company is called Otaku Scents!! And this Armin scent is sending me into a frenzy!!)

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Armin catches your eye as you watch him and Eren sit at the edge of the beach and let the beautiful clear ocean water rush over them, his blue eyes twinkling with joy. He gives a little smile as he can see you starting to blush. Eren was going on about something but he was too lost in you to even notice. You look away quickly as Eren turns his attention back to you. You look out to the water and see the captain in the water, for once he seemed to smile. Your eyes trailed back to armin and he gave a soft motion for you to come over and join them, it was everyone's first time seeing the ocean after all. Armin gently pulled you into the water with him once he stood and took you by the hand. You blushed as the blonde pulled you in and the water was warm around your legs. He pulled you out to waist level and his fingers gently laced into your own, his cheeks reddening, and he smiled shyly. You held his hand in the water and his face was really flushed. "when people are faced with a situation they don't understand, it's easy for fear to take hold.." Armin motions out across the water with his free hand and then smiles. "The ocean is everything I imagined.. and more."

Armin balanced himself in the waves and pulled you close, causing you to giggle, His face was inches from yours and his eyes trailed down to your lips. "May I, beautiful?" Armin whispers softly waiting for your approval. You give him a soft nod and he leans forward and connects your lips. You bring a hand up to place it on his cheek and kiss him back, his hand lets go of yours and finds its way to your waist. Once he pulls back from the kiss, he smiles and his fingers give a soft squeeze to your waist. The wind sent his soft, short hair in a flicker. it was like the world didn't exist except you two. Armin brings both of his hands up to your jaw, gently cradling it in his palms, leaning in again and capturing your lips with passion. He smelled like salt water, incense and his soft, musky smell. He smelled like heaven. Armin pulled you as close as he could get you and he was lost in you. Nothing mattered except you. He pulled you into his lap when he lowered himself in the water and spun you around, causing you to shriek and giggle loudly. you held onto him as he swam around with you.

later that evening..

Armin was sitting on the balcony with you, the scouts had all been put up into a condo on the beach and most of them were inside playing board games and drinking just relaxing. Armin sat behind you and had his arm around your shoulders, as he swayed to the music that came from the inside. "Armin.. kiss me again.." You whispered softly. Armin made a soft noise before he pulled your back flush against his chest, one hand cupping your jaw and he placed a kiss to your lips, and then another, before he softly bit at your lip. You made a soft surprised noise before you kissed him again, you softly moved to be facing him, and he pulled you into his lap, his skin was warm from the sun earlier and he was in nothing but some shorts. He kissed you again as his hands rested on your hip. You two get lost in each other and hardly notice the drunken Eren stumbling out with Mikasa, both of them were drunk and dancing. You grumbled softly and stood, shutting the door behind them, and helped Armin off the ground. "Would you enjoy a walk?" Armin asks as he pulls his training jacket on over his shoulders. You nod and follow him through the pile of scouts in the living room and out the door, leaving all the noise behind you. Levi was standing outside on the front balcony that overlooked the parking lot, and he was smoking a cigarette, Erwin and Himself was caught in conversation. "Oi, brats.. where you headed?" Levi asked as he caught wind of you two. "Beach for a walk." Armin spoke truthfully. Levi nodded and ashed his cigarette. "Be careful you two.." Erwin spoke up and raised his bottle to his lips, taking a drink.

You two took the elevator down and stepped onto the sand. once on the beach, you and Armin walked, talking about anything and everything. Before you two could stop yourselves, you were sprawled out on Armin's jacket and he was down on his knees in front of you and he had you seeing stars, hands tangled into those pretty blonde locks, blue eyes piercing you as he worked circles into your sensitive spots, his hands gripping your thighs. The shy Armin Arlert was taking what he needed from you, and the sight was enough to make anyone blush, his breath was hot against you as he traced his name with his tongue. Above him you panted, making soft noises, gasps and whimpers. The party still went on floors above you two, fortune was on your side as the shadows hid you two from the eyes of your captian and commander on the balcony, they were watching the waves and drinking. Armin pushed his hand into your mouth as you shattered around him once he entered you, his heart racing. He knew this was a bad idea as neither had protection, but he was deciding to dedicate his life to you, here and now. Nails left their marks in his back as he set a pace. The shadows moving on the beach caught a drunk Erwin's attention but he just shrugged and dragged Levi inside. Moonlight shadowed you two as Armin gave his mind, heart, body and soul to you.

[blueparadis]

*Barges into your room*

Baby is it your birthday?? Did I miss it?? OMG I missed it didn't I?? OMG hyperventilating rn!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!

I just want you to be happy on your birthday 🥺 YOU, YOU PARADIS, YOU DESERVE THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!! YOU'RE ALWAYS THE SWEETEST, KINDEST, CUTEST AND THE BIGGEST HEART! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING BABY!!

Okay let's go, get up, I assumed you've showered and if not, that's okay, let's go put on your make-up and your cutest dress, we're going out! Come on my treat! No, don't do that, no pouts and buts, let's go we're going shopping, get you your favorite cake and ice cream, your fav meal or anytg new u want to try and we'll go on a long drive to nowhere and u can vent all you want I'll listen and once u done we'll turn on the radio loud to your favorite song, roll down the windows cause I probably don't own a convertible, ohh fxck it, let's go rent one while we at it, Ran and Reo's paying or we'll take their car anyways FOCUS, we'll drive to the beach, feel the air in our hair, put your hands up as I accelerate into the coastal wind, and then after we walk on the beach, we'll check in to the hotel there and get ourselves the best spa treatment before we head out in our fancy sexy dress we bought earlier at the mall and hang out at the bar by the beach, walks in to Lana's High by the beach and babeee it's all about YOUUUU!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE. DRINK AFTER DRINK AFTER DRINKS I PASS OUTT. The cute bartender slaps my face to wake me up and you panicked, but you woke up and then we'll go back to the hotel. I swear I did not throw up on the way. Promise. And we'll binge your favorite show all night long w room service till we fall asleep. Maybe, just maybeee we extended our stay for a few more days. Like I said Ran and Reo's paying for the ride and hotel. Muahhhh!!

This is the cutest, softest and most heartwarming wish I've got ever. Ran and Reo sponsoring our good time. Heck yeah.

Relax, you didn't miss it. I'm still a birthday girl. Hahah. I spent my day unexpectedly great. My not so girlfriend took me out to a cafe and we talked a lot. It was an impromptu plan. She gave me a book, actually lent it to me. Apparently she doesn't lend books to anybody, not even her boyfriend and i was like ehehe. I'm special.

We talked how we would own a cafe cum library and do all the silly things that we'll never be able to do lol. Lots of love, xoxo.

[lacallemojada]

We are almost at the end of 2022 and since you are one of my fav people on this Hellsite, I’m going to ask you a question.

What is the best thing that happened to you in 2022 ? ✨

Aaaaawwww this is too sweet Élodie, right back at you 😊

You sure I can only choose one??? ☹️ Hahahaha okay, the best thing to happen to me in 2022 was travelling through Scotland. When we visited the Black Isle, passing through Rosemarkie, we went to a beach, there, with the wind messing my hair and the waves crashing onto the shore and the cold seeping through my clothes, is where I have felt more at peace and free in my entire life 💚