#I’m not very knowledgeable on avocados

[quibbs126]

Also apparently Avocado’s ancestor made Pitaya’s helmet

I guess they couldn’t be bothered to make a sprite for this new character. Or maybe they had so many other things to make that this didn’t seem worth that time

Anyways, we should draw Avocado’s ancestor

#not sure what their name would be #I’m not very knowledgeable on avocados #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #avocado cookie #pitaya dragon cookie

[sariel626]

A Raccoon and a Child

Just binged the S5 BSD episodes and noticed that Karl wasn’t with Poe while Ranpo gathered of the agency members (for obvious reasons) so what if he entrusted him to watch over little (Reader) in the office?

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(Reader) was practicing her English, courtesy of her teacher, with the help of Karl flipping back to the page on how to pronounce the particular letter every now and then while Poe talked on the phone. He hung up suddenly and started to put his coat on, “Karl, (Reader), I’m going out for a bit. Please stay here and don’t leave until I get back.” The raccoon understood immediately, but the girl did not. “Why isn’t Karl going with you?” “I just can’t have Karl come with for it to work. If the anyone comes, press the button to call for Mr.Fitzgerald under my desk. Even though he can be scary, he’ll take care of them for you. I have to go now.” The worried child ran over and gave her father a hug goodbye before he left.

And so this left her and a raccoon to finish her homework. However, as many of us know, once the parents/teachers are gone, it’s very easy to get distracted. As the two watched Poe walk out of the building through the office’s glass exterior, (Reader) glanced at Karl and offered, “Tell dad I did my science homework and I’ll ‘accidentally’ add the good food to his cart”

Karl checked off ‘study unit 4 of science’

This is where the chaos began to unfold…as we all know, kids are curious beings and (Reader) is no exception to that. She immediately went over to her dad’s desk and started opening drawers, “He has to have a drawer with candy if he’s friends with Uncle Ranpo! There’s gotta be one!” She peeked up onto his desk, “Dad’s new mystery? I should ask if I can proofread it later.” Karl started tugging on the end of her shirt. The nosy girl sighed, “You’re right…it’s probably in his coat.” She made sure to cover her tracks and go back to where she originally sat.

There was a slight pause of silence before the girl let out a sigh, “it’s boring without dad here.” Karl tried thinking of ways to entertain the girl other than hopping on her shoulders, but as far as a raccoon’s knowledge about human activities goes, it’s not all too far. He sat down and stuck out his paws so it was as if he had be knocked onto his butt. (Reader) perked up, “Do you wanna play Avocado? Miss Louisa taught me it the other day!” She walked Karl through each hand movement carefully and did the pattern in the song slowly with him before starting, it went for a about a minute cuz he’s a smart raccoon before young (Reader) messed up! “Nooo!!! Now you get to change my name for the day! Wait, you’re a raccoon, you can’t change my name cuz you don’t know a-“ Karl took one of her markers and wrote A-I from her vowels page, also a name that appeared in one of her father’s books as one of the killers. (Reader), now named Ai for the day, looked at the paper surprised, “I’m asking dad for help from now on.” Then the girl opened up her iPad and started working her own mystery novel.

About an hour later, loud noises were heard from outside the office. This caught the girl’s attention, should she call for Mr.Fitzgerald? Karl sensed her unease and hopped onto her shoulder. After approaching the door, everything went silent and (Reader) recalled her father’s words, ‘if anyone comes, press the button to call for Mr.Fitzgerald under my desk.’ She backed up towards her father’s desk right before everything went silent. ‘Maybe she and Karl were safe…’ the hopeful girl thought, but she couldn’t be more wrong as the door was kicked open.

The second the door slammed into the wall, the small child spammed the button. A voice called out, “Come out Edgar Allen Poe! You have been suspected of aiding in the recent terrorist activities! Check everywhere men! Behind the desks, behind the curtains, leave no nook unturned!” Meanwhile Reader clung to Karl with tears in her eyes underneath the desk, ‘Why now? If they find us, it’ll be harder on dad.’

As she finished her thought, one of the officers looked under the desk and found them. “Hey Captain! I found a kid and this raccoon, I bet we could use them as hostages if he tries to run.” Upon hearing that, something sparked in (Reader), “You’ll never catch dad cuz he’s way smarter than you! He knows the detective agency is innocent, Uncle Ranpo would never…Auntie Yosano wouldn’t…”

The Captain of the squadron scoffed at this, “A kid like you doesn’t even understand how serious this is; what would YOU know about what they would and wouldn’t do?” He laughed after finishing his question. (Reader)’s stare sharpened, though remnants of fear were still blatantly visible, “More than you officers who arrest according to your robotic like judgement. I’m seven years old, I was studying before you came in and now you’re gonna take dad away and probably Karl. I wish you all would just disappear somewhere!”

Ting!

With the utter of those words, our little (Reader)’s special ability reveals itself and sends them to the sweet shop she really wanted to go to since playing Avocado with Karl. Finally, Francis arrives and finds the office ransacked, “I’m not here to clean up after your mess.” “No! The police were here! They wanna arrest my dad! You just got here a little bit late” The blonde sighed, “I’ll send someone to fix this and have a conversation with their commander. Send my apologies to your father when you get the chance.” The girl agreed and apologized for wasting his time before Francis left.

(Reader) picked up Karl to look him into the eye and spun him around. “I have an ability! And it’s a cool one that could help people AND let me spend more time with Uncle Ranpo!” She stopped spinning and set the poor raccoon down, “I wonder where they went though? Did I kill them? Why did it only just now work? I wish for snacks!” The snacks did not appear. After a few tries, the girl gave up and moved onto math homework since her dad would probably be getting back soon and about 3 problems in, she turned to Karl and asked, “Hey Karl, why do I have to solve these? Why can’t my homework just solve itself?” Once the thought was finished, her pencil began glowing a light purple and solving the problems on its own. Karl whacked the awestruck girl for cheating and the pencil dropped halfway through the fifth problem, so she rubbed the spot and turned to him asking, “What? I was just using my resources! Dad always tells me to do that.”

Speak of the devil, the confused soul opened his broken door to his mostly fixed office, who knows what happened to the papers on the desk after the attack… “I heard from Mr.Fitzgerald about what happened, are you two al- oof!” Poe was immediately hugged by his daughter and Karl jumped off her shoulder onto his making him smile and hug back. The small girl spoke up, “hey dad?” The poet hummed, “promise me you’ll never leave me here for too long again?” The novelist didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep because Ranpo can make some rather time extensive and dangerous requests at times, but he also doesn’t want his daughter to worry. “Once the agency is proven innocent, I can make that promise to you.” “…Ok, I trust you and Uncle Ranpo.”

Poe went over to his desk to try and get things back in order. “Oh, How are your studies coming along?” (Reader) froze up at this question and dismissed it before Karl could out her earlier antics, but he did anyway. Her father looked surprised at the very idea that his daughter would consider cheating, “How? Did you use a website? Do I need to take away your iPad? Wait, no, I have to take away your iPad as punishment.” Karl went over and grabbed it for him since he was already sitting down, but the only thing on Reader’s mind was sharing her ability with her dad. “I have a special ability!” This was the last thing he expected to hear from his formerly ability-less daughter. “T-that’s great news! But what is it? Is it like mine or the Boss’s?” “Kinda? I think I have to know stuff for it to work. When the police were here for you, I said I wish they would disappear somewhere and they did, then I asked Karl why my math homework couldn’t solve itself and it did until he made me stop it.” Poe paused to think for a moment, ‘A spatial ability that alters the state of reality according to the user’s knowledge of what they’re altering. That’s a dangerous ability to entrust to someone so young. It may be good to let Ranpo know about it, but there’s no guarantee she’d be able to use it when Ranpo wants her to or at the capacity he would need.’ He was snapped out of his thoughts by light taps on his desk. It was his daughter wondering if she was supposed to have a better ability. He reassured her, hers was more than a great ability, but (Reader) should keep quiet about its existence for now

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(Reader) officially has an ability that could probably stop the war and like, half the trauma from traumatizing us if used correctly, but oh no! She’s seven! That’s no place for a girl her age.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #platonic bungo stray dogs #poe bsd #platonic bsd #platonic poe x reader bsd #platonic poe bsd #platonic ranpo bsd

[samael-your-guardian-angel]

((Information about Samael!))

Name: Samael

Nicknames/Aliases: Planter of the Tree of Knowledge, Guardian Angel, Sam, Sammy J Gardener

Age/Date of Birth/Place of Birth: Older than time/Before time began/Heaven

Species: Angel

Gender/Pronouns: Technically agender, fine with corporation being seen as “male”, he/him

Sexuality: Technically asexual, sex-positive (in a demisexual sort of way) (Momo only!)

Appearance: Samael looks much like Crowley does; tall, lean, with red hair. He’s had just as many weird (meaning period-accurate) hairstyles as Crowley, but he prefers it long. In modern times, he often wears it up in a bun. Has normal, brown eyes, but enjoys novelty sunglasses that would make Crowley cringe. Loves wearing graphic tees with puns on them (example: a cartoon haloed avocado with the caption “Holy guacamole!”). Usually in street fashion in angelic colours of whites, creams, and tans. Just as concerned with coming off as “cool” as Crowley, but has a wildly different aesthetic.

Personality/History: A fast-living angel. A ray of sunshine, usually cheerful. Loves to people-watch. Great with kids. Easily distracted. Occasionally plagued with frustration (“why can’t people just be nice to each other?!”) Collects plants to the point where his flat is overrun with flowers, herbs and houseplants in pots, and he barely has room to sit down. (Refuses to sit in a chair properly anyway.) Has a bleeding heart for plants that need extra care, and is well known at all the local plant nurseries. All his ceilings are covered with stick-on stars, model solar systems, sky charts, and the like; some of which are hand-made. Drives a white Rolls Royce that refuses to play anything but ABBA, of its own free will. His timeline diverged from Crowley’s (EEAAO-style) because he did not suggest making a suggestion box, and thus did not end up at the Bad Kids table with Lucifer and the guys, and thus did not Fall.

His first assignment on Earth was helping put together the Garden of Eden (not as fun as making nebulae). There was supposed to be a DO NOT TOUCH sign on the tree, but he forgot about it. Got written up for that one. Hung around to watch the humans, was very dismayed to hear about the humans getting kicked out and felt a bit guilty for that. The Serpent, Asmodeus (wait, was he that one angel? THAT GUY FELL???), assured Samael that it wasn’t his fault and he was sure Samael was only doing his best. To hear such compassionate words from a demon (and he’s a demon- how- why- what-?) was fascinating to Samael, and he kind of, sort of, maybe, developed a bit of a crush- okay, he fell in love instantly whatever it’s not a big deal-

Got bored early on Earth, did some weird edgy LARPing to entertain himself, now has an Unfortunate Reputation in religious texts. Asmodeus teases him about it so much, which he finds so embarrassing (“Why does everyone think I’m literally Satan, I’m not, I’m not evil, I don’t go around seducing humans, stop laughing at me it’s not funny-”)

Kept showing up around Asmodeus like a very determined, lost puppy, until Asmodeus admitted that, alright, they were friends, maybe, don’t go spreading it around.

~

#ooc #character profile

[balkanradfem]

Such a nice blog you have. My mom and I have been building a garden in the house ever since the pandemic. Mostly flowers, but now we’re moving more into fruits, vegetables and herbs. We’ll take these long trips around the country (small country) and buy plants and seeds from old ladies who sell them and they teach us valuable information on how to keep them. Sometimes we’ll take a trip because we have become infatuated with a plant and don’t know the name/where to find it and these ladies always know! Anyway in the food/herbs department so far we’ve got lemons, plantains, tomatoes (I hate tomatoes but I tasted it anyway. It was awful, but it tasted just like tomato so that’s nice!), avocado, basil, oregano, rosemary, lavender (it’s not looking good :/ ), and some other stuff I don’t know how to say in English. My mom’s looking into cilantro because I just looove it I could eat that stuff alone and we always forget to buy it when we need it most, I’m a little scared to grow it though, it’s so fragile looking lol. We’re also looking into turning this old fish tank thing we have into a terrarium (I think that’s what it’s called).

Sorry for this long ramble lol it’s just that this stuff is so fun and exciting! It’s really time consuming though, I’m scared I’ll leave it behind when life gets more hectic. Do you know of any other blogs like yours? That narrate stuff like you do with pictures and stuff? Maybe one day I’ll make a blog when I have more knowledge and experience on me.

This ask is so endearing and sweet, the first sentence scared me tho! The first thing that pops in my mind is 'such a nice blog you have.... shame if something happened to it' xD it sounds ominous even if you just say the first half!!

Your quest to collect and grow plants and learn about the seeds and keep them sounds so dreamy and aspirational, I love it! Being infatuated with plants and going above and beyond just to learn about them and grow them, you have a true seedkeeper mindset. It's so much better to learn about seeds from old ladies in person, that is a treasure you have access to there. I never managed to grow lavender, but I will try this year!

I wanna see your terrarium when you make it. I agree growing plants can get a bit time-consuming, but it's also very rewarding. What you do can last for decades and feed people for generations!

I don't know any blogs that are exactly like mine, but there's a lot of information on plants and wildlife on @headspace-hotel, and a lot of gardening info on @chokrihizem. I'd love to follow your blog if you make one! I want that old lady plant knowledge!!!

#growing plants #seedkeepers #plant infatuation #growing food #herbs #seeds #plant adventures

[writerfae]

Hello I have a new oc and I’m obsessed with him

Short info: he’s a seer that lived long before the story takes place. Kian is said to be the mightiest seer the fae ever encountered. It was him who hid the Alderking’s regalia for the fae.

I briefly mentioned him before in this post

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Kian was a human, born in a small village in a time where the lines between the two worlds were still blurry.

His village was not familiar with the concept of a seer, since those were rare.

Especially those who are fully human.

Most of the more powerful seer throughout history were half-fae, because their origin strengthened their power and made them more mighty.

But Kian was mighty even though there was no faerie blood in his veins.

Like every seer before and after him, he was already born with his abilities and so it happened that all throughout his childhood, there were occurrences where his powers showed, scaring the people around him.

He saw things no one else saw, spoke to people that weren’t there and sometimes had strange visions.

There were cases where he told people things that became true in the future or knew things of their past they never told anyone.

He once even predicted a bad harvest and the death of another boy from the village that both happened.

It left the villagers uneasy and alarmed, but it unsettled no one more than his parents.

They did not understand the power their child was blessed with and they didn’t know what to do.

The child’s strange behavior seemed to them like a curse on their family and they were ashamed and, most of all, scared.

So one day, Kian was not much older than six, they send him away.

Left behind in the woods to fend for himself, he wandered deep into the forest, lost.

When nighttime came, Kian had an encounter that would change his life forever.

A magical white stag came to him and it took the boy with it to the other world, the faerie realm.

It led him to a group of fae, wandering wise men and women, who recognized the boy as a strong seer and took him in, raising him to become the wisest of them all.

From that day on Kian was taught everything his mentors knew and he learned what he was, what powers he truly possessed and how he could use them.

He traveled through the whole faerie world, following the lines only he could see, visiting places no human had ever seen before.

During his travels he also often visited the fair fae courts.

Because he was using his knowledge and power to help people out, he was very well known and respected even with the kings and queens.

Which is also why after the incident with the Alderking happened, it was Kian who they trusted to hide the Alderking’s regalia somewhere no one would find them.

He was already an old man to that time and, granting them this last favor, he took the regalia’s secret to his grave, to protect the folk that had done so much for him.

*

wip intro / masterpost

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#yes he has the power of prophecy and yes it is more complicated than simply that #I’m sorry for two posts a day but this is a fresh new ab post I wanted out #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #worldbuilding

[farfrompleasant]

Happy Freyja Friday (sorry, book club had me lagging on my Freyja asks 😅)

Okay, so, how did you get the upgrade to Person Allowed to Give Freyja Water??? That is an honor and a half!

Okay, and, metabolic bone disease?! What's up with that?! I'm scared 😱

So because she's cold-blooded she's not susceptible to a lot of the diseases that afflict warm-blooded animals/pets, that I do get... but what about poison? Like the ASPCA has a list of plants that are toxic to cats, dogs and horses but would they not affect Freyja due to differing metabolic processes?

How's the expansion of her list of tolerated/liked greens going?

Also are you going to take her outside for the Full Sun Experience???

Can Freyja eat corn 🥰

In recent news over here, Wallace knocked off a plate in an attempted murder of Abbie 😭

😂 Wallace had me cracking up! I laughed for approximately 2 minutes 😮‍💨

Happy Freyja Friday ✨🤗✨

It really is though! I’m not sure how but I think it’s a selective promotion? She allows me to give her water *sometimes.* This morning, I actually tried out a method that would make her drink water without her knowledge 😅 I knew it would work since it works when she’s not in the mood for greens!

(I had to get innovative! But it works lol)

Speaking of greens, her favorites would have to be Dandelion greens and Turnip greens; those are the only ones that she has enjoyed eating 😭 but she tolerates collard greens and mustard greens.

So Metabolic bone disease is the result of either neglect or just the lack of uvb (ultraviolet B) lighting that is super essential to the bone development in bearded dragons’ (if not other reptiles) rearing. It is also one of the main ailments for beardies, aside from respiratory illnesses and it is usually due to the poorest of husbandry. Thankfully Freyja has not had any issues with that, but she is not left unscathed by metabolic bone disease, it has left her with a slight disfigurement on the right side of her jaw. It’s barely noticeable. I am just happy that she is overall healthy, and that her breeder got her when they did…

Beardies are very much susceptible to toxins; she cannot eat onions, chives, avocado, mushrooms, garlic, leeks, spinach, rhubarb, and eggplants just to name a bunch…

I have not been too successful with taking her out… she really doesn’t like it but I can say that we’ve made little progress! She’s okay with me handling her on the porch and being out for 5 minutes max 😅 I’m sure she can be out longer but I don’t want to stress her too much… I get worried when her scales turn black.

This is a sign of distress and or fear.

#badatwritingstuff💓 #freyja friday #and yess she can eat corn but not too often #Wallace has the cutest scowl ever 🥰 I’m in love 😻

[evilasiangenius]

The Atlantic Ocean, Friday, 1 September 1939

Somewhere, a piano played in the grand dining room that was all soft hues of pinks with a sheer hint of glowing gold overlaying the walls, and Crowley looked about, trying to see where the sound was coming from, sparkling notes overlaying the gentle buzz of conversation, laughter, and the clink of glasses and silverware. Was it an actual piano or a recording? The clever humans made it difficult sometimes to discern, but there it was, just behind a majestic column, a grand piano and a neatly attired man in a tuxedo.

“Ooh, how exciting,”Aziraphale said as he sat down, straightening his quite elegantly old-fashioned shawl collar dinner jacket and white waistcoat as he did so, eyes alighting upon the menu in delight. “Our first dinner aboard. Tell me, my dear, what do you think you would like?” Aziraphale pulled his little spectacles out from a vest pocket, slipping them onto his face, going through his usual reading ritual.

Crowley glanced at the menu. “I’ll have what’s suggested.”

“Crowley. You didn’t come all this way…”

“We didn’t-”

“Fine, we didn’t come all this way for you to not even look at the options.”

“Come on, angel. It’s not anything like that and you know it.”

“Is this about you and free-”

“Oh yes.”

“Always with the free will. Crowley! I know you’re taking a stance on a matter of principle but even choosing the suggested menu is a choice! You are perfectly capable of making choices, after all you chose to buy that car and not something else like, like I don’t know, a Model T-” Aziraphale said, immediately exhausting his knowledge of cars in one model.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you, I’m reading the menu,” Crowley said, holding up the thin sheet of fine cardstock between them, examining the menu.

“Fine. All right, let’s look at this suggested menu. Caviar. Well, I like caviar as well. Oh, but the full menu has foie gras. And a Tortue vert au- Crowley, I know you like turtles. And I know you like soup. But I also know you don’t like turtle soup, why would you just accept that without trying to change it?”

“Turtles are too crunchy.”

“I meant, I know you like turtles to look at, not to eat.”

“They’re very funny creatures, they look so friendly. I like how slow they are, except when they’re not.”

“Anyway, I’ll ask them for the Bisque de Homard instead. At least that’s a hot soup, the Consommé Froid is too froid for you in this weather; it’s getting cooler, almost autumn after all. Hmm, Delice de sole Victoria, that I know you like, that’s a lovely delicate dish and I wouldn’t mind having a bite myself. Oh, I suppose I shall have the Devilled Philadelphia Squab Pigeon.”

“Are you sure you want that?” Crowley asked.

“Positive, after all, you’re the one who doesn’t like eating birds that much.”

“I like some roasted birds but most of the time they just remind me of too many feathers. But I meant the devilled part.” Crowley smiled toothily. “Wouldn’t you prefer the Côtelettes d'Agneau à la Navarra?”

“Just because my side popularized this lamb imagery doesn’t mean I want to eat lamb all the time,” Aziraphale said primly.

“Eh, I don’t know, I like a good bit of lamb myself.”

“Are you asking me to order lamb so you can have a bite?”

Crowley shrugged, not agreeing or disagreeing in any way.

“Fine, I’ll get the lamb. Really, you make this overly difficult. If you would just make a decision instead of making me try to guess what you’d like, this would be so much easier. All right, the filet is fine, we can share that. Asparagus with a sauce mousseline. Oh, I know you’d prefer the aubergines. We’ll order that.”

“I always prefer the aubergines to asparagus.”

“Then...practice some of that non-free-will-free-will and choose aubergines!”

“No. No free will,” Crowley said, glumly. “Not even the non-free-will type. Just order the suggested for me and don’t worry about me at all.”

“Fine. Then we are getting the aubergines. I shall eat the asparagus. I rather like asparagus. Oh, and look, they have avocado pear salad. That’s not on the suggested menu. You like avocado pear, and it's so hard to get good ones in London.”

Crowley glanced at the menu and looked uncomfortably away. “So? It’s just a salad. Who likes salads anyway?”

“Ahem, you have always liked raw things. Fruits, vegetables, entire fish, rabbits-”

“Ah ah- no, I don’t just like raw fish and rabbits, I like live fish and rabbits. And hares. Sometimes lizards. Oooh and frogs. But not live birds. Too many-”

“Too many feathers,” Aziraphale said, almost simultaneously. “Gets stuck in your throat.”

“Hmm,” Crowley said, glancing at the menu again. “They also have French fried potatoes.”

“They also have French fried potatoes,” Aziraphale agreed. “You know, Crowley, if you were to exercise some of that non-free-will-free-will, perhaps you could order those French fried potatoes. As a choice.”

“...angel? Are you tempting me?”

“O-of course not!” Aziraphale blushed, and the lazy smirk on Crowley’s lips slowly edged toward an outright smile. “I am merely trying to...to...help you assert yourself a bit more! After all, Hell can’t control everything in your life and neither can the humans; you should do some things on your own initiative sometimes.”

“Even if it’s dangerous?”

“Picking the avocado pear salad or French fried potatoes off a menu does not constitute a dangerous act but yes, I suppose that were the stakes high enough and should the situation warrant it, it would be important to take initiative, no matter what is said by those in charge. All right, what does the suggested menu say for the pudding course…Omelette en Surprise Elizabeth. Well, that is a nice cake and I do like the candied violets and the vanilla ice but I don’t think you would like that quite as much as the fresh strawberries.”

“There is an Omelette en Surprise that I like, which one is it again...”

“You like the Neopolitan Surprise, because it’s on fire.”

“I like the Neopolitan Surprise because it has both Jubilee cherries and marron glacé, the fire is – and you know, the hard part about ordering it is keeping the waiter from putting out the fire because if I do it myself it just doesn’t taste the same, hellfire just doesn’t taste very good at all, too sulphurous and it tends to turn any pudding into ash – a garnish. The fire is a garnish. Like whipped cream on top.”

“But on fire.”

“But on fire,” Crowley agreed.

“Now, what about wine,” Aziraphale began.

“Hmm, oh look, they have a kosher menu, maybe I should order the suggested menu from that, what do you think?”

“I’m sorry my dear, I can’t hear you, I’m ordering wine. Perhaps the 1920 Chambolle Musigny, Côte de Nuits would go well with the lamb...but no, with caviar and sole we have more seafood dishes so let’s get the champagne. Hmmm, that would be the Charles Heidsieck, Sec Gout Americain-”

“Now what? What are you in the mood for, angel?” Crowley said, sitting back in his seat, licking at lips that still tasted like strawberries and candied violets.

“Hmm. What about some music?” Aziraphale’s eyes brightened and Crowley felt his breath catch at the joy in the angel’s expression.

“Ahem. Erm. There are some live shows aboard and I do prefer things fresh and alive over tinned any day, but. There are some things I’d like to do that we certainly can’t do in public,” Crowley said, his voice darkening with a hint of alluring mystery. “Why don’t we go back to the stateroom and listen to music?”

“I think I would like that,” Aziraphale said, eyes twinkling with amusement.

x

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens fic #mistakes were made #date night on the queen mary #food

[tielt]

When I’m for real gone (I won’t be this time). As the daughter of a beekeeper I have some knowledge to share. When a queen is dead or missing the drones feed the jelly to eggs in the hive to make new queens. When they hatch they must be removed and so the other queens stay alive. These queens can be placed in a split of the hive or another hive to create a new hive. It happens very quickly. The queens need a cage for long enough to see if the hive rejects or accepts them. If accepted they can be freed.

Many not all vegans continue to eat honey because not only do bees have a symbiotic relationship with the ecosystem in an enormously beneficial way they also must have honey removed or they will go lethargic and die. I love everything about knowing this whole dance and it’s because I grew up on a tiny pseudo farm with dinosaurs.

People are incredibly dense when they try to assume a process. Like walking a few miles you can recollect a few landmarks but the vast majority of the walk isn’t in the simulacrum. You don’t get to see a lot of different layers in a process all at once. Understand that when a vegan is stormrolled about avocado s and bees that the loud one is the scared one who is ignorant and the silenced one is being mistreated.

Why do we accept alphas, what purpose do they serve anymore. As a country kid I would like to invite urban kids committed to a non violent life to be carriers. We don’t need anyone 6’+ to carry, if you can commit to finding every other option first that doesn’t mean you can’t carry it means you should carry. Alphas want you to be naive and to believe whatever new age thing keeps you harmless.

Then sometimes a loving hand removes some honey and then leaves some come winter and as humans it could be incredibly difficult to distinguish parasites from symbiotes. Also protect your queens, not me I’ve been at this a long time. I like it rough. I want to be re-broken in every place hatefully broken with someone I love and so I can feel the love on the scars I’ve always had.

#little bit country #lock it up though #and take a training class

[troubleabroad]

HIGHRISE

We checked out of our night stay at the lovely Moderne Hotel (Humble brag showing off the name of the hotel), and they were kind enough to store our luggage for as long as we needed so we could explore this part of town before we moved down to our second stop on our New York residency.

Being such a nice day out, we went up to central park to cut a few laps and meet the fans that had come out to see us. On the way we saw a bunch of long boarders, bike riders, electric scooters and a range of other modes of ride on transport all hurling through the streets of new york. Not stopping for anything either. Pedestrians, cars, other riders, police. Basically if something was in their way, it had to move. Only one guy crashed into a car, which was his fault, but he still managed to tell the driver off for it. Gotta love that new york attitude

We managed to make it through the battlefield and into central park. It was great to see so many people had come out to see us, thankfully all the people respected our space and didn’t come up for any autographs. After walking a few laps and taking in all the sights of the park it was time for some sustenance. And what better way to fuel your body than with a street side hotdog! Something about the risk of poor food handling practices really brings out the dogs flavour. We finished up in the park and headed back towards the hotel. As you could imagine, a single small hotdog does not fuel you for long (Im shocked), so we needed another form of New York cuisine to try fix that. Bagel time!!

We found a classic bagel place not too far from the hotel, so stopped in and somehow managed to get the words out to place our order. The thing with new york is, they want everything yesterday. No time to stop and think. It needs to be done now. and even then its taking too long. But we managed, and here we were diving into a couple of bagels. Buggalugs the pesto chicken, the traditional lox for myself. For the uncultured swine, lox is smoked salmon, creme cheese, capers, red onion all served on a delicious bagel. Because I’m from Melbourne i added avocado to mine, cos id rather avocado than homeownership. After the feast, it was off to collect out bags and head to our new venue for the rest of our new york stay. A short ride took us to the area known as Chelsea. And no, its not a small suburb on nepean highway, rather a trendy suburb with luxury high-rises. One of which we will call home. We go to the apartment, and walked in like we owned the joint (we DO NOT own the joint), and as cool as we thought we played it, the doormen had a couple of questions for us. We answered correctly, so were on our way to the 28th floor and to check out the views that we had. Its hands down the nicest place I’ve ever stayed. And ive stayed in many a best western! We got settled in the apartment, and caught up on some much needed laundry. Thankfully being a very large apartment building, their machines were well equiped to handle the two peoples worth comfortably. After washing and organising, it was time for dinner. Thanks to a strike of luck, we are staying only 2 blocks from where Geoff & I stayed on our trip to new york many moons ago. So again, local knowledge was very handy. Knowing of a decent new york pizza place nearby, we went to check it out. Thus completing the trifecta of new york cuisine in a day, Hot dog. Tick Bagel. Tick New York Slice. Tick.  After a couple of slices anda soda, we went for a walk through Chelsea and found a speakeasy. Through a secret door, we were now in a classic gin based speakeasy in the heart of chelsea, New York. It was quite a fancy establishment, think gin palace back home but with more of a up beat vibe than lounge. We sipped on a few cocktails, and after so much liquid nature called so it was off to the mens room. Now, you may think this is too much information. Who wants to know that I’m going to pee? Well there’s a story attached. So put up, or, skip ahead. I don’t really mind. So off i go to said bathroom, where there is a man waiting there. A man who opens the bathroom doors for you, turns on the taps to the right temperature to wash your hands when you’ve finished your business, gives you soap, hand towels, mint if you need it and all he asks for in return is a solitary dollar. So i basically paid a dollar to go pee. If i knew i had to pay i would have gone for longer and got more bang for my buck. I must add, that said man is actually an employee, he’s not just some dude hanging out in the toilet. But if he is, credit to him, he got me. We left the speakeasy and headed back to chateau chelsea for the night. What ever we thought of the view in the daylight hours is nothing compared to the night-time view from the room. Tomorrow we tackle the chelsea market, highline park land and hopefully a broadway show. **UPDATE** The various “boarding” people through the city were taking part in something called the broadway bomb. ITs basically an illegal race the length of broadway once a year. Hence the lack of safety protocols.

[twilightpoison]

It’s been brought up to me that a lot of my content is Isekai based. However I didn’t want this to be a Ieskai HC post. Instead let me tell you all about a stupid thing I came up with as a kid that I’ve been meaning to make into a fic for so long.:

What if the characters you play actually can feel your presence and/or can hear your commentary when playing?

Fair warning I never play Hyrule Warriors and Twilight Princess so let me know if I got things wrong.

Head canons under cut!

General head canons (These are all platonic headcanons btw.):

- Let’s say that the simple reason that you are here was to help the chain. Think of it like you’re the groups companion on this journey. Who better then someone that knows about each hyrule?

- The people who dealt with a lot of magic recognize you at first. The others need a bit of a push to connect the dots but everyone gets there.

- The connection wasn’t as strong at times during their original adventures, so its not like they could always hear you or sense you.

Time:

- You saw him and it was clear he has another sibling now.

- Time knew you where telling the true, that you followed both of his adventures however he wasn’t going to be fully open to you.

- Guess who isn’t scared of Time? You.

- Literally at one point you’ve pointed at Time and with a straight face says “thats a child”.

- This is also how the chain found out that Time actually fought the moon technically.

- “You fought Majora on the moon while it was falling. That’s not the same thing.”

- You meet Malon and it was an awkward first meeting since how do you explain this in the first place.

- Yet the two of you got along amazingly.

- When you and time are alone you instantly ask Time if he knew how she got the cow in his house. He kinda just… stares at you? Like you just met his wife and thats what your asking about?!

- The answer was that he wasn’t sure how she did that but the cow isn’t in his old house anymore. Since different timelines and all.

- It’s honestly weird for him to have someone remember both of his adventures in confidence.

- All be a little awkward hearing someone go, “oh yeah! Time had to do something similar.”

- Early on Time did go over boundaries since he really doesn’t like to talk about his adventures to much.

- So instead you both agree to be as cryptic as possible or at least there is an attempt on your part. Since your the only other person that can confirm or deny his claims.

- And no. You also don’t know his true age. But your guess is the closest.

Twilight:

- Since he is one of the Link’s that is drenched in magic, he recognizes your aura instantly.

- Chaotic sibling energy.

- If he is giving Wild or any of the other Link’s a hard time you are by his side calling Twilight out. Unless if the person in question did something truly idiotic then you let him go off.

- Speaking of, you call this man out as much as you possibly can. Like hell if you’re going to let the others think he isn’t a gremlin.

- He did try to stop you by covering your mouth but you licked his hand. So…. guess what he isn’t trying again unless it’s necessary.

- Somethings are kept a secret though. Since he did live through it and even if it was stupid he still could of gotten really hurt.

- You both play good cop, bad cop to the younger Links all the time.

- Twi is surprisingly very open with you about his adventure, to finally talk to someone about it with out having it sound crazy is nice.

- He also has some questions about you and your life. Since before this adventure started you just disappeared.

- The two of you honestly get along like two best friends who haven’t seen each other in years but still can banter like its the good old days.

- Knowing only small amounts about what they all been through it’s nice to know that you’re looking after the others as well.

- That feeling makes him really push himself to protect the family he has here and luckily you are here can smack him upside the head before lecturing him.

Warriors:

- heeeeey… you know what happen the last time he met someone that was suppose to be watching over the hero’s spirit?

- Yeah, so….War’s isn’t so keen on trusting you like some of these Heroes.

- You seem nice and not obsessively crazy. If anything what makes him decide to give you a chance. It’s seeing you get along with the other Heroes post battle or around the campfire when you think no one is watching.

- The moment that he recognizes you. You were cursing out some monsters and calling Dink every name under the sun. Which he actually remembers hearing your panicked voice briefly when fighting Cia.

- Anyway, you guys are a sass duo and even a trio when you get Leg involved.

- You steal his scarf sometimes with Time and Wind’s help

- He finds you and Wind wrapped inside of it leaning on time and his heart just- clenches, he has more siblings now!

- Then Warriors realizes he has another sibling… another sibling that will prank him…

- You two can be found discussing tactical strategies. Mostly him teaching you though since depending on the person not many people will know how to lead an army. Yet he is a good teacher and you catch on pretty quickly.

- Same with Twi, Warrior’s needs someone to pull him back sometimes it seems. Who better then to remind him then the person that already saw his lowest moment when his ego got the better of him?

- Seriously speaking. He wouldn’t come to you to talk. If anything he will try to avoid you if he wasn’t his best. In his head he has a reputation to uphold. Which will lead to a heart to heart. No sass. No banter. Just you and him sitting down to remind him that he is human.

- He needs a hug. Please give him a hug.

Sky:

- Sky actually didn’t recognize you at first!

- Yes he felt your presence and hear your voice in his adventure, but that was a while ago at this point. Also he isn’t as connected to magic as the others are.

- He does slowly befriend you despite everything.

- It wasn’t until you referred to a certain demon lord as a ‘B*tch A** Clown’ and a flood gate of memories open up for him. Memories of you cursing out Ghirahim, calling the imprisoned an ‘avocado with feet’ and so on.

- Nothing really changes between you two honestly, he just accepts it.

- If anything he becomes more open to you about everything, setting clear boundaries on what he doesn’t want to bring up. He will tell everyone about the curse eventually, but just hasn’t found a good opportunity too. Things like that.

- You do have to argue with Sky that the curse wasn’t his fault since you were also there when it was put on him, also the fact that he didn’t asked to be cursed in the first place.

- Most of the time you two are together its to get away from the chaos that the group of nine heroes could bring.

- Walking or sitting in silence is how you two end up most of the time together. It may not look like you two are bonding. There are some days while Sky is wood carving you would work on your small hobby as well. Then there are days he plays the harp and your reading.

- Despite it all he really enjoys the peace you bring. There is a sense of comfort that you have.

- When you and Sun finally meet. The first thing you ask him is to be invited to the wedding and it may or may not been in front of her too…

Wild:

- The recognition was really slow for him like Sky. Since Wild just got off of his first adventure he didn’t actually notice you were gone.

- It was until he realized that he couldn’t hear your panicked voice or snarky remarks when fighting in his head. That he finally realized you where outside of his head. He was quick to connects the dots after that.

- There was a moment where he didn’t know how to react since he just figured that you were just from his imagination.

- He now has another adventuring buddy with Hyurle! Though luckily you do keep the both of them from harm. Mostly because if something happens to them you will get in trouble with like Twi and Leg and thats never fun.

- Though you have your moments. Shield surfing and paragliding are on top of that list and Wild is all up for teaching you the ropes.

- The topic of the history of hyrule gets brought up a lot with the two of you. Since his era has a lot of connections to the past era’s. He is all up for learning about what came from where. Soon theories start to fly about.

- When You, Him and Flora are finally all together. There is nothing stopping you all from bouncing off theories. With your outside knowledge mixing with what they know. Things start to fall into place.

- The answer to why the timeline is like this doesn’t get answer. But hey! At least you all are having fun!

- If you can’t cook he will teach you that too! If you can! Well buckle up your going to share your knowledge with him whether you want to or not.

- Once you know how or get used to cooking while camping, you help him out a lot and its these moments where you both talk the most.

- It’s comforting to him to know he wasn’t alone this whole time.

Legend:

- As soon as you two locked eyes he felt instant dread. Yes he knew. No he isn’t going to opening up to you.

- Playful Insults to bond? Yeah that’s literally how he talks to everyone so no special treatment.

- He keeps you at a distance but its not actually working.

- You talk about his adventures so casually like it happened a few days ago. You avoid Link’s Awakening though. If you got hurt with the plot twist then you could only imagine the pain Leg went through.

- “I’m still trying to process the fact you married a tree.” “Hey remember that one time with Yuga, you slammed face first into a wall so hard you knocked yourself out?” “God do you not wear pants because of the fish thing?”

- This relationship is literally: Only I can bully this one.

- He fears the moment you meet Ravio and Fable knowing full well you all will bond over teasing him.

- Overall though he knows you got his back no matter what, to the point he finds himself confining in you slowly.

- Guess who is also teaming up with Hyrule to get Legend to sleep. It you.

- Once you probably have forced him to sleep by getting wolfie to lay on him. It was the wolf or yourself. In the end it was both of you and he was trapped.

- A sign that he was becoming soft towards you was when he started sharing his items with you. He trusts that you know how to use them and if you don’t he is actually willing to show you.

- He regrets giving the bee badge to you.

Hyrule:

- Another person that is drenched in magic. It only took one look at you for him to realize who you were.

- The two of you were awkward as anything at first. Since to you he never really spoken in his adventure so you didn’t know how to picture his personality.

- There’s a lot of mystery in your mind about him since again there isn’t much to go off of with what your given in game. It’s weird for him to hear about how you interpret his personality from that perspective.

- Hyrule didn’t honestly expect you to try and befriend him tbh. It mostly him over thinking it.

- You do follow him sometimes when he wants to wander around and explore. Mostly because you claim he finds the coolest things when he does.

- But its just a excuse to actually get to know him.

- The two of you trade stories and questions about each of your lives. There might be things you know that he might not know of about his adventure and his hyrule.

- Of course never going into to much details since there are things you couldn’t tell him.

- Hyrule honestly was dreading the day you all would land in his Era. He loves his home but is also very aware of it not being the most…welcoming place.

- So it’s more then surprising to him that there is even more then the glint of familiarity and excitement on your face. Knowing full well what dangers where a head of you, you still were open to exploring his world to the fullest.

- It’s honestly refreshing to see someone love his era as much as he does.

- Another boy that needs hugs, please give him a hug.

- You both cheer each other on though.

- This relationship is just aggressive support between you two and the others.

Four: (I’m actively mixing the Four Sword game and manga just to be clear.)

- Not sure if he would know exactly who you where since during the second adventure your voice and presence bounce between the four of them.

- Yet I also feel like he took after you because he was a child in his first adventure, which worries you a lot. Since you did have choice words for Vaati.

- The first to realize was Vio then it went Blue, Red and Green. Despite being in the same head it was just a theory they had over all. They all had their own ways of confirming it.

- Vio noticed the small things you do around Four. Like not stepping on their shadow, and covering Four when things got chaotic in their head. Small references here and there. When the two of you are alone he almost quizzes you about things. Just to see how much you know and to see if your telling the true or not.

- Blue recognize your mannerisms being something he picked up on during the first and second adventure. Only vaguely since again he was a child / there was only a small part only with him. Your fighting banter when your in battle made you see where Blue got his colorful language from…

- Your comfort was what clued Red in. He remembers your presence more clearly then the others from the first and second adventure. It was a comforting (yet chaotic) presence in their adventures that he latched on to. More so from his first adventure since as a kid he made an imaginary friend to process the fact he could sense and hear your presence. When you came back in the second time around it felt so natural for Red to have you there and really helped make him go forward through his small journey.

- For Green? It was a lot of things but when he see’s you treating each color differently when they are in charged. It’s a refreshing sight to be honest. He just enjoys hearing and seeing that his brothers had someone to confide in. Even when they switch who is in control you some how could tell and spoke to them accordingly.

- They were all some what surprise that none of the others picked up on your treatment of him swapping so much. Yet their also glad because their not ready to reveal themselves quiet yet.

- As Four or as you nicknamed him ‘Rainbow’ the two of you tend to sick together when the world’s shift around. Since his body needs more time to recover.

- You two are another pair that cheers each other on when the moral is low.

- He introduces you to the Minish! Getting you a jabber nut so you can speak to them too. You can’t shrink down to properly talk to them so this was the next best thing.

- The four of them makes you a dagger to bring home to remember him by, there’s a kin stone imbedded where the blade meets the hilt.

Wind: (hello self projection my dear friend)

- Wind didn’t recognize you ether at first, yet he didn’t even blink when you join everyone. He was fully on board with getting a new member and is easiest the most opened.

- It was when you two are alone together that something clicked in his head. You see during the Wind Waker he was alone most of the time when he was on land. So he had to face a lot by himself.

- Having you was reassuring to him when facing some of the monsters alone, especially with the puppet ganon fight. The two of you both agree that it was creepy.

- CHAOTIC SIBLINGS PART 2… well kinda

- Wind is a lot more mature then you realized but you two still have those moments.

- You, Aryll and Grandma get along too! So he and his family basically sees you and the chain as family.

- Pranking buddies! You’re targets would never know. Mostly because your covering up for him. You two team up with Four and Wild so the pranks can get chaotic at times.

- No matter what age you are compare to him and if your ok with it he does like platonic physical affection. Your going to be trading off with Warriors a lot of the time for cuddles or it’s the three of you together.

- You teaching him our worlds sea shanties and him teaching you his? Heck yeah! Even making up songs with the others is something on the table and in the works which is nice.

- It’s another thing to bring back home thats personalized!

Honestly since I’ve written all of this down I want to write the fic more. Though I’ll probably not only because idk if people would even read it lol. So it will just be a bunch of head canons. Anyway rambling is done.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu headcanon #Isekai au

[wondersofdreaming]

My curls, your curls

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person, with thick curly hair)

Word count: 1.256

Warnings: There are a few sexy innuendoes mentioned, else it's fluff and cute and sugary sweet.

Author’s note: This is a boring piece of crap, because I haven't written anything good since January, and even then it was still a struggle to write. So I decided it was time to get out of the deep dark writer's block hole I've been buried in. Even though it's badly written and lacking some feeling and emotion, I hope it still conveys a little about how the captain feels about his wife.

Just a reminder to everyone that this is MY curly hair routine. It might not work for your hair type or your curls, but it works for me. My hair type is between 2c and 3a, I think, not sure though because every hair type website says different things. And I use the LCO method because it works for me, and add a curling gel after the cream because I want to give my hair some extra protection under the summer sun.

A list of the products used in this story is under the cut.

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MY MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

It was early morning. The sun was slowly creeping its warm rays over Syverson’s naked back. He yawned and turned around, wanting to cuddle with his gorgeous wife, but she was not where he had left her the night before. Exhausted and satisfied, sleeping in his arms. Instead, his hand landed on something furry, his dog Aika, who moved to lick his face.

“Thanks, girl, I’m awake now,” he grunted but smiled at the loving German Shepherd. He listened to where his gorgeous wife could be and heard the shower going.

The captain walked to the slightly open bathroom door and pushed it open. Dan + Shay’s new single ‘Glad you exist’ was blasting through the waterproof speaker. His wife was currently lathering up her hair with her favourite shampoo for curly-haired women. She used something he had learned was called a ‘shampoo brush’, she massaged her entire scalp with it and washed the soap off her hair, while singing along to the music.

Sy leaned against the doorframe, enjoying the view of his naked wife, while she washed her long curly hair. Next was the detangling process. She used a lot of conditioner and the weird looking big round brush with the many different sizes of bristles.

She hummed to the next song, not noticing the mountain-sized man watching her. Finishing up her shower, she stepped out and nearly screamed as she saw her husband smirking from the door.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack,” she told him breathlessly, as her hand went to her heart that was drumming away beneath her palm.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I just couldn’t help myself,” he smiled. The captain stomped into the bathroom to give his wife a long sloppy kiss.

“I need to finish my routine,” she mumbled against his soft lips. He groaned, wanting more, but respected that her hair needed her attention more than he did. Instead, he sat on top of the toilet seat and watched as she flipped her head upside down.

She started with the leave-in-conditioner, slowly raking the creamy substance into her hair, then using a wet brush to comb it through, so every strand of hair would get some of the conditioner. Next in her routine, she squeezed a tiny dollop of hair cream onto her hand and applied it from the middle part of her hair to the ends.

After parting her hair by her temples, she used another brush, a styling brush she called it, to comb the soaking wet hair. Her motions were so soothing to watch, as she brushed through each section of her luscious hair. Next, she applied a frizz control gel. Sy watched as she carefully gathered the clumps of hair in her palms and lifted it towards her scalp before she started scrunching it. He could hear the wetness being squeezed, making the same noise as when she was overly wet and he was ramming uncontrollably into her.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked curiously, wondering how that would help her already beautiful looking hair, and he was trying to control his lustful thoughts.

“It helps define the hair and it creates volume,” she said a little out of breath. “Could you plug in my hairdryer with the diffuser, please?”

“Anything for you, my love,” he smacked her ass on his way to the cabinet, where he knew she stored her hairdryer.

He connected it and sat it down next to the sink. While he did that, she had put her hair in one of his old t-shirts. Sy remembered that he was about to donate a bunch of his old t-shirts when his wife had stopped him and said she could use them for drying her hair. He hadn’t understood why but had gladly given her the shirts. She slept in some of them and the rest were neatly stacked in a cabinet in the bathroom.

It made his heart skip a beat whenever he saw her in one of his shirts, old or new, she looked amazing no matter what.

The captain watched as she went through her skincare routine while waiting for her hair to dry a tiny bit. She was so meticulous about taking care of her skin, hair, Aika, and him too. She forced him to use sunscreen every single day, even on rainy days. Not just that, she had also implemented that he started taking care of his beard, so she had bought him a kit with a beard come, a tiny pair of scissors, beard shampoo and conditioner, and beard oil. His lovely wife had chosen the scent from her knowledge of what he liked, but also something she thought smelled amazing. It was musky with some apple undertones and hints of vanilla.

He was so far in his thoughts he didn’t notice it had been 10 minutes, not until his cheeky wife threw the wet t-shirt in his face.

“Hey!”

“Thought you needed a wake-up call,” she giggled. The soft sound of her happy voice just made his heart soar, and he forgot all about her little prank.

She diffused her hair until it was almost dry, and then turned around to look at her husband, who was sitting, looking scared as she stood with the diffuser like it was a rifle.

“Your turn, captain,” she teased.

“My turn for what?” he looked profoundly confused at his beloved woman, who stood before him in nothing but a bathrobe, her long curly hair cascading down her back.

“It’s time that we start on your curly hair routine too, dear husband.”

Sy looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He had quit the army a year earlier and had let his hair grow out, not wanting to waste time on cutting it every two weeks. He looked carefully at the dark brown curls sticking out in all directions.

His wife was standing in front of him, ready to guide him through it. He smiled at her and let her do her thing. She forced him into the shower, used her shampoo and conditioner. Then while he was sitting down. She used a curl enhancing cream to make his curl pop even more, and a gel so his curls would hold their, well, curl. He then managed to sit through 10 minutes of her hovering over his head with the diffuser.

The captain was rewarded with a kiss when she finished. She picked up a three toothed pick, called a ‘spriggle’ and lifted his curls for volume.

The last part of her hair care routine was to put in some argan oil to lock in the moisture. She handed Sy the spriggle.

“Will you lift my curls for me?”

He would do anything for his wife. Sit through a hair care routine, walk through fire, eat 40 hotdogs to win a teddy bear she had her eyes on, adopt all the dogs, cats, horses, goats, any animal at the shelter because she felt bad for them not having a loving home.

The woman who was not only his very best friend, having known her since kindergarten, but she was truly also the love of his life. The only human he needed to be happy. And she waited for him while he was in Iraq. She deserved everything she wished for and more.

This captain was utterly devoted to the woman who just threw her robe in his face, catching him off guard for the second time that morning, a soft smirk spread on her pink lips.

Products used:

Shea Moisture Coconut & Hibiscus Curl & Shine Shampoo and Conditioner

HEETA Shampoo Brush (Purple)

Michel Mercier hair detangler for thick hair

As I Am leave-in conditioner

Epic Professional Quick Dry Hair Brush

Briogeo Curl Charisma Rice amino Avocado Leave-In Defining Créme

Denman Classic Styling Brush 7 Rows - D3

Briogeo Curl Charisma Frizz Control Gel

Segbeauty Hair Diffuser attachment

The Spriggle

The Beard Struggle (Viking Storm scent)

Aveda be curly curl enhancer

Aveda confixor liquid gel

The Aveda products and the male curly hair routine is inspired by this video from Manes By Mell

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #Fanfiction #My story #Captain Syverson #henrycavillfanfic #Henry Cavill x female reader #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry x female reader #Henry x reader #My curls your curls

[dirigibleplumbing]

Happy Birthday!!! I absolutely ADORE your fic The Moon and The Sea, and I was wondering if you have a personal background in foraging and if so, how did you first begin collecting that knowledge? I assume all the plants that you talk about are actually native to that region of California, and some of my favorite parts of the story were when Steve would describe the kinds of flora he was encountering in a new setting. It really felt like reading a love letter to your home <3

Yay, I’m glad you like that aspect of the story, it was really self-indulgent. I do have a personal background in foraging, though I haven’t done as much as I’d like and now I live somewhere where it’s less accessible. 

Yes, all the plants I talk about in the Moon and the Sea grow in northern California! They’re not all native, though. California can grow so many different kinds of food crops, including citrus, grapes, pistachios, almonds, garlic, artichokes, avocadoes, tomatoes, and prickly pears, hardly any of which are native to the area. There are native blackberries here, but the ones that grow rampantly here, and that Steve is picking in that story, are Armenian. When I lived in Humboldt county, I could pick a whole pound of blackberries off public property by going on an easy walk with my dog around my neighborhood for, at most, 2 miles roundtrip. 

I got into it because one of my favorite cookbook authors made a foraging cookbook. It was for a northern European country with very much not the same plants, but there was some overlap. I started getting books out of the library about US foraging in general and northern California foraging specifically, and then bought my favorites. I started carrying containers with me on walks with my dog and would check plants against pages I’d saved in my phone. It’s a lot of fun, though I did get the cops called on me once! 

Thanks for the ask! 

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[inhanf-archived]

1. threesome | toys under clothing | hand jobs

Squares/Prompts used:

#kinktober2020 all three prompts incorporated

@cmbingo​ library square

@cm-kinkbingo​ Professor!AU

Warnings: Smut, public smut, descriptive smut, three-way relationship

Summary: Alternate Universe in which Reid stays on as a full time professor, the role given to him when Barnes restructured the BAU in Season 13. Other canon deviations exist but are minor.

Word count: 1530ish

AO3

There was a certain peace that being surrounded by books gave to Dr Spencer Reid. If he turned his immense profiling skill inwards he could trace it back to his mother’s love of books and the escapism they offered him from a difficult childhood. He had quickly developed a preference for a corner of the campus library rarely used by anyone except a handful of graduate researchers. The books and papers here were older, the stacks were closer together and there were only a few desks scattered around the entire section. It was remote enough to offer solitude while giving a soothing background noise of staff and students in other parts of the library.

It was here, at a desk furthest from the others that you found Spencer, surrounded by a stack of books and papers, sipping from a reusable coffee cup you’d bought for him to sneak his illicit substance into the library. You watched as he replaced it on the desk, well away from the old books and turned a page. The speed with which he consumed the written word made you feel dizzy, though your reason for seeking him out here could also be partly to blame.

He looked up as you approached him, his curious hazel eyes scanning you for signs of bad news. You rarely disturbed him at work and this was an emergency but not the kind he was thinking. You perched on the edge of the desk, setting your satchel down beside his. ‘Hey’ you smiled and reached out to push a stray stand behind his ear. Spencer matched your smile and leaned in to the affectionate touch.‘Hi? What brings you here? Not that I’m objecting.’ Before you could answer him a very faint buzzing met both your ears in the near silence. You bit down on your lip, gripping the table and pressing your thighs together and Spencer knew instantly what had brought on this visit.

Grinning widely he waited for the soft buzzing to stop which it did just as you caved and let out a soft whimper. His cock jumped in his pants at the sound and he shifted in his seat. ‘Emily torturing you again love?’ He smiled as you met his gaze, the flush of your skin suggested she had been at this for a few hours now. ‘She has me on ten minute intervals, I almost lost it on the way in here. Spence you’ve gotta help me.’

He chuckled and shifted again in his seat. The games Em played with you often ran for days at a time, setting all three of you up for a session of exquisite pleasure. What she exacted in her mischievous preparations she gave back tenfold when she wanted to. This knowledge of your shared girlfriend along with the physical effects she was creating within you had him hard and straining against his slacks.

Spotting the shift and knowing exactly what it meant you slid from the desk to perch on Spencer’s lap. There wasn’t the power play between you two like there was between you and Emily but you knew how to press his buttons and he was a decidedly softer touch than Em. He loved having his hair stroked so your hand naturally went back to the wild curls at the nape of his neck, your little finger simultaneously skimming the sensitive skin there. He shifted again beneath you and you knew you had him.

‘She’ll only drag it out if I help you cum Y/N. She’ll read it all over both our faces if I so much as touch you.’ He was being careful not to let his hands stray to where he wanted them, one against your lower back, pressing you in closer to him, another on your thigh, tracing the goose bumps your over aroused state had caused. ‘I know, I know. But it’s not against the rules if I get there without being touched.’ His quizzical gaze met your eager eyes, his genius brain gave him no advantage at all when it came to the fairer sex, something you found endearing. Realization crept into his expression when your fingers lightly traced the bulge in his pants and he had to cough to cover up the moan he let out. You got a huge amount of satisfaction from pleasuring both your partners but to Spencer's flawless memory he could never remember it causing you to reach orgasm without touch. When he saw you glance at his watch it all clicked into place for him.

‘You want to time getting me off to the next vibration scheduled.’ You bit your lip again and nodded, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft but passionate kiss as your fingers lightly traced his length again. Spence lifted his hands to cup your face, fisting them either side of you when he remembered he wasn’t allowed to touch you. ‘How do you want to do this?’ He whispered softly against your lips. You leaned back to check the nearby stacks and glanced again at his watch. ‘I have seven minutes till the next onslaught’ ‘six minutes forty two seconds actually’ you rolled your eyes and laid your palm against his cock which quietened Spencer again as he stifled a fresh moan. ‘I was thinking we sit just like this, pretend to be chatting and innocently kissing and I jerk you off.’ you stated simply against his ear. Preemptively answering his next question you pulled several clean Kleenex from the pocket of your dress and sat back to meet his gaze.

Spencer took a moment to process the situation. He’d never been much of an exhibitionist but he couldn’t deny the chances of you being caught were negligible. You were waiting for his consent and he gave it with a nod and a shy smile, moving himself to face you better and give you easier access to his trousers. Your smile lit up your entire face and you kissed your boyfriend tenderly, your fingers making quick work of his belt and fly. Reaching inside his black slacks you slid your hand along his aroused cock, gripping it softly through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. Glancing down you smiled at the pattern. ‘Avocados eh?’ He grinned back at you, burying his face in your shoulder as you carefully extracted him from the novelty pants, your thumb swiping over his head to gather the precum that glistened there and spread it along his shaft. You could feel the kisses he placed along your collar bone as you worked him slowly, up and down, twisting your wrist slightly and collecting the slick from his slit on every other stroke.

You could feel your own slick soaked cunt clench around the small egg like device Emily had lovingly placed inside you that morning. The antenna that connected it to your phone and thereby to hers sat against your now swollen and throbbing clit and you moved your hips ever so slightly to feel it rub against the sensitive nub. No doubt knowing exactly what you were up to Spencer lifted his face from your neck and kissed you fiercely, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth and running his teeth over it. Your strokes sped up a little as the clock counted down to your mutual finish. Spencer continued kissing you deeply, letting soft moans and whimpers escape into your mouth. His knuckles had just turned white as he gripped the arms of the chair when you felt the device come alive within you again. Pressing your thighs together you sped up your movements around Spencer’s throbbing cock, gathering the tissues to soak up the now steady flow of precum that leaked from the tip. You felt more than heard the grunt he made as his climax surged through him and you watched his beautiful face clench in ecstasy, his cock pulsing it’s orgasm over your hand and into the tissues.

The combined sensations of the toy, the visual Spencer’s orgasm face provided and the feel of him coming undone in your hand pushed you over the edge and you let out a muffled moan of relief as your own orgasm rippled through you. Both breathing heavily you slumped in the chair, wrapping the wet tissue inside a few drier ones and pocketing the evidence of your adventure. Now that you’d climaxed Spencer felt free to touch you again and he cupped your face between both his hands and kissed you long and hard.

‘I better get out of here before the next one hits’ you mutter to him and you half grin half grimace at the thought of what the toy would do to your sensitive post orgasm body. ‘See you at home?’ Spencer nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet and he watched you walk away, your body more relaxed than it had been your entire visit. He smiled to himself, abandoning his perch to head back to his office and clean himself up properly. If Em had her way, and she always did, it would be a long night, one he wouldn’t miss for the world.

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[writerfae]

Okay, listen up, I got some Milan facts 🙈

every once in a while I feel like talking about a background character that is hardly even important for the plot. This time my victim is Aiden’s dad

his family is one of the oldest in town so they have a high reputation there

they’re pretty much hunters ever since generation one, the father always passing his knowledge to his eldest son

so naturally Milan learned hunting from his dad

he was his parent’s oldest child

he has a younger sister and had a younger brother, too, but said brother died as a baby, so Milan remained the only son

his parents died from a flu when he was sixteen and ever since then he was the village’s hunter

he also took care of his younger sister, in other words he had to take responsibility pretty soon

which was a bit difficult for him cause he’s always been pretty childish

I mean he wasn’t irresponsible by far but still he had to grow up too soon

his sister later married a merchant and moved to another village

she and her husband travel a lot so Milan rarely sees her, but she writes him letters regularly (Aiden always reads them to his father nowadays)

after his sister left (back then he didn’t know Ranva yet) he adopted a cat, Luna, to fill the silence in his room

as kids he and his sister once took in a hurt fawn and nursed it back to health

the house he and his family live in now is his childhood home

some great-grandfather of his once met a fae in the forest and helped them and as thanks he got a blessing and a fairytale book

Milan‘s father passed it down to him on his birthday because Milan loved fairytales and Milan later gave it to Henry for the same reason

when he was a child he had two best friends he was really close with, Levin and Holly, who remained very close friends of him (and his later family)

he was constantly third-wheeling as a teenager because the other two ended up dating, but he loved his friends

ever since his wife died Holly is looking after Milan when Aiden is away for a longer time

he’s always been very family oriented, he always wanted to have a wife and kids he could take care of

I mean this man loved his family more than anything in the world

Milan was always pretty popular in the village

he was charming and funny and people just adored him

so many older women in the village were devastated when he married an outsider instead of their daughter xD

also i said it before but he was crazy good at archery

he was invited to take part in the fae’s wildhunt

Milan only ever hunted to feed his family and village but never just for fun

he‘s always had a kinda… spiritual approach to hunting? it lies in the family, probably related to the fact that some early ancestors of his were still part of the old religion not saying he has witches in his family tree but I’m pretty sure he has

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[fallenhero-rebirth]

Brain update

First, let me say that this isn't about what anybody has done. My reactions are not in proportion to anything that has happened, and might be considered odd, weird and sensitive to people involved.

So let me explain.

I'm an Aspie (what we call ourselves in Sweden), on the autism spectrum. Yeah, might have guessed that from the story I'm writing, Sidestep is not the only one trying to figure out how people work.

Over the years I have built up an arsenal of knowledge and analysis to be able to pretend to be neurotypical, something that I can manage alright most days, but which breaks down once you get to know me better. I'm open with this at my current job, and luckily both my bosses seem to be okay dealing with open communication and just telling me what I need to do.

It was not always like this, and that is one of the reasons why I had a breakdown and needed to get off discord/tumblr.

Back in the late nineties, I had finally got my dream job. I was a product developer in the food industry, part of a rather small department of middle-class academics. I was the new hire, everyone else had worked there for years, and things were going well. Or so I assumed. I got cool projects, got along well with one of the sales people, and well, my boss was weird but bosses always are.

Three years later. Our parent company wanted to sell us off, everyone was starting to get worried about their job. We tried to expand into things were weren't equipped to do (you don't bring spices into a fruit jam line, will be hell to clean) and while I did the projects, I also raised an (in retrospect) too big stink about the fact that we were wasting time developing things we couldn't produce without expanding. My boss (who I had learned was a devout christian) started to get really weird, I got called in and he wondered if I was a member of a cult (I was often wearing a headscarf at the time because pressure on my head is good for stress relief). I also got told off for wearing army boots to work (we had lab shoes in the lab), because (I kid you not) if we had danish visitors to the lab (we didn't have visitors) they could be offended since they had once been occupied by Nazis. Yes, at the time I was an Antifa metalhead/satanist, it was a very volatile time in sweden and nazis were everywhere. Now they're a political party, go figure.

It all came to a head when I was confronted with a folder one of the secretaries of the department had where she had written down every odd and strange thing that I did, and there were a lot of accusations of things I quite frankly blocked out. Around this time I was suffering from bad burnout, had memory loss, my hair was falling out and I lost two bikes because I forgot where I parked them. All because of workplace hostility.

So for the first time ever, I went to the company doctor, who immediately sent me on a one month sick leave, and gave a reference to a therapist. When I went and told my boss, his reaction was "It can't be anything at work," in a dismissive tone. I wrote my resignation right then and there, left the building, snuck back a Saturday to clean out my stuff so I didn't have to meet anyone. Luckily I was backed up by my union, so I got unemployment despite quitting, and the therapist helped me get back on my feet and hook me up with some antidepressants.

Still, I was a wreck for years.

At the time, I had NO idea I was an Aspie. It weren't talked about, the only thing I knew about Autism, was from the various portrayals in movies, and well, in the nineties you can guess. Rainman pretty much was it.

What destroyed me the most was not that people disliked me, I didn't like them either, we didn't have anything in common, and middle-class people always scared me. No, what broke me was the fact that my system failed.

See, I had built up myself over ten years into someone I wanted to be. Smart. Capable. Metalhead. Researcher. Activist. I thought I knew the rules. How to interact.

It turned out I knew nothing. People had been talking behind my back for years, and I didn't know. Getting annoyed by my ticks, and I had no idea. Nobody ever brought anything up to my face until it exploded one day out of the blue. This is why I have ranted about anons on this tumblr. This is why I have been so openly against passive aggressive posts and bullying, especially the anonymous kind, because it destroys people and I don't think the people who does it knows the impact they can have. I hope they don't.

I have never gone back to the lab. I can't. I'm having heart palpitations just thinking about it when I'm writing this. I retrained. Became a machinist. Back to the working class I came from. Eventually started writing.

And this is exactly what these last months have felt like.

I thought I understood things. I was pretty open with being old, an Aspie, not understanding memes, or humor, or tik tok, or certain aspects of people's behavior like jealousy, but the problem with joking about this is that it's so easy to take as just a joke. That I'm just making fun of myself (oh it's that too). I got advice from some of you, which I ignored, because I thought that I could be different. That there was no danger in getting close. That I could be just another voice in the crowd. An occasionally evil avocado. That this couldn't blow up in my face, that everything was cool.

And then it did. And I was wrong. And the talking started, and things were coming out that I had no idea that was going on. That I was being held responsible for. Opinions that were spoken in my name. Events I was supposed to have been aware of and supported. All of a sudden I was omniscient, aware of the true passive aggressive meaning of every reblog, aware of every post in every room in the discord I wasn't even running. Wasn't even a mod on. All of a sudden I had power, and I had used it to hurt people. The people I cared about. Everything I wrote was taken in the worst possible way, twisted into things I never meant, and the more I tried to talk to people, the worse it went.

Look. I know this was at heart a war between people that just doesn't like each other and the things they do/the ways they behave. I'm still not entirely sure who's been involved, and I'm not interested in finding out. I tried to build a supportive space, reblog everyone's art and fics, encourage people to make their own things, get a kofi, get some money, make some friends.

And herein lies my problem.

I thought I understood how to be, and now I don't. I have no idea who hates my guts and who doesn't (well, except some who has very vocally let me know). I can't trust anything. I can't trust anyone. And it sucks. Someone I trusted stabbed be in the back because they were convinced I stabbed them in the back and that sucks more than I can describe. Every time I make a comment on AO3 or twitter it's after psyching myself up for half an hour, and I'm usually a wreck afterwards, because my brain doesn't know if they hate me too, and if I am imposing on them and making their day bad.

So yeah. I need to figure out how to be. How not to have a nausea attack every time I accidentally click open tumblr from pure reflex, looking away from the screen just not to see how may messages I have.

I never wanted to be the aloof author, but maybe I have to be. The question is if I can. I have been told I can't comment on pics or fics, because then I have favorites. And that makes people jealous. And it makes people think I take sides. I have been told I can't be on the discord, because then I will be held responsible for what the mods do there, and everything that's said even when I'm not around. I should apparently have someone manage the tumblr, it's not something that I, an author should do.

I now understand the authors who just stay away and remain distant, because people give themselves the power to write the narrative for you.

Part of me wants to tell people what I've told my current bosses, don't assume, just talk to me. I don't pick up/do passive aggression, I don't understand hints, I have trouble with nuance, I don't listen to gossip, I don't interact enough to know anything that's going on. Just ask before assuming.

Except that right now I can't. I can't talk about any of this. It's too close. It sets me off. It's getting better, sure, I'm on medication again, but the smallest thing still can ruin my entire day. I have no idea how long it will take me to recover and come back to some semblance of normality. I'm not posting this myself (my partner does). Writing is going well, because it lets me not be myself. I need those walls again. The therapy of writing about pain.

I'll rebuild them. I'm not entirely sure who I'll be on the other end of it. We'll see.

I have consciously not spoken about any details because those could be misunderstood, this is not a passive aggressive callout to anybody. I have no hard feelings towards anyone, I am not angry or upset, just confused and sad. I am truly so very, very, very sorry that I've hurt people, both by action and inaction. It was never my intention. I will do my best to do better in the future.

Still working on how to do that.

#personal

[andguesswhat]

The fool on the hill - Chapter 14

Birthday

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In the night of his birthday Owen had an amazing dream where Tom was sucking his cock.

It felt so real, Tom’s wet and hot mouth blowing him, his tongue licking, kissing and sucking his throbbing cock - oh God Tom could suck cock so well - and his fingers were at Owen’s entrance, slippery and wet, pushing into him, and Owen was already rock hard and he really didn’t want to wake up, he really just didn’t want this dream to end, but somehow his consciousness woke up anyway, maybe because he was already moaning and enjoying this too much, but strangely the sucking didn’t stop, he still could feel it wet and hot and tight around his cock and – God - he could still feel those fingers in his ass, and he had to gasp when those fingers found his sensitive spot and it dawned on Owen that this wasn’t a dream anymore and when he opened his eyes and saw Tom between his legs, sucking devotedly at his cock, looking up to him, hollow-cheeked and with that gaze… he immediately had to let his head fall back on the cushion and moan loudly because what the hell…? Why was this guy so damn sexy?

He felt Tom’s tongue lick across his belly, further up over his chest, his throat and chin, and then he had a happy Tom hovering over him, smiling at him, whispering “happy birthday” before he leaned in to give him a deep and sexy kiss, with tongue and everything, while he was grinding his cock against Owen’s, and they both had to moan heavily because of that. And just as Owen was about to consider how they could finish this now, Tom whispered in his hear, “Wanna fuck my mouth?”

Jesus Christ!

Owen held Tom’s head between his hands because he just had to, he loved this guy so much.

He looked him deep in the eye and gave him a soft and loving kiss.

Tom grinned, “I’ll take this as a yes” and began licking downward again, down his chest, down his belly until he finally encased Owen’s cock with his lips. God, yes. Owen didn’t need much more, Tom’s fingers were inside of him again, hitting his prostrate, and Owen put Tom’s head between his hands again… but this time not to kiss him but to fuck him into his sweet mouth, not overly hard but just enough to make it feel so fucking sexy, he just needed a few thrusts, deep and wet, and he came with a loud groan, spurting his cum and Tom swallowed it and God, this was…

It wasn’t like he hadn’t had good sex in the last weeks but man..! That was really…

He caressed Tom’s cheek with his thumb while Tom was still licking his cock. A kiss on the tip, then Tom crawled up to him and smiled “I’ve always wanted to do that. Wake someone up by giving him a blowjob.”

“Glad I could help,” Owen replied hoarsely. He reached for Tom’s still hard cock and began stroking it. “What about you?” But Tom leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I want to think about you all day.”

And then Tom started singing a Norwegian Birthday song. Or at least, that’s what Owen assumed. In any case, it was beautiful to hear.

“And look what I got for you.” Tom reached next to the bed and handed him a small box.

Owen had to smile as soon as he opened it. “Wow! An avocado pop socket!”

Tom’s grin turned into a frown. “How come you know how they are called?”

Owen laughed. “Come on, I’m not that old.”

Tom rolled his eyes- “That’s not what I meant. I just thought you didn’t really seem interested in that sort of thing either….”

“Yeah, but I have Ford…”

Tom nodded in agreement. “Good point. Aaaanyway,” he took a deep breath, “breakfast is in the kitchen, I’ll see you tonight.”

And with this, Tom slipped into his clothes, a parting kiss on the mouth, “Suit recommended”, and was out of the door.

Owen smiled to himself. Yeah, he couldn’t wait to see Tom in a decent suit. Which reminded him, he had to get one himself first.

Owen was now living in Tom’s apartment. After shooting his last scene for “Loki”, he had postponed his flight for a week. Everything else would have been just stupid. And for this time he had moved in with Tom. It was a bit cheesy but he had to admit it felt nice living together in one place.

During the day he would read a lot, play with Bobby, took him for walks and sometimes he would visit the set.

But today he had something else to do. He had to go shopping.

The shop assistant in the store immediately recognized him from the last time.

“Was the sweater dress well received?” she asked and smiled at him with a bright smile.

Owen had the sudden urge to laugh dirty at that but tried to suppress it and politely smiled back at her. “Yes, it was received very well.”

“Well, if there is a need, we have it in a few new colours. Magenta, lavender and emerald.”

Emerald…

But before his thoughts went wild, he said “Thank you, I’ll let you know. But today I need something for me. A suit….”

And half an hour later Owen got the latest chic, beige pants that were really baggy, a blue denim shirt and a dark jacket made of fine fleece. Not to forget the matching hat. The shop assistant gave him two thumps up.

Tom also made an appreciative face when they met at the fancy restaurant “Wow… you look fantastic!” But of course Owen thought Tom wearing a classic suit was so much better looking. And no, he tried not to think about those legs in these pants too much.

In any case they had a perfect evening.

Owen was surprised how relaxed they were, even though they had only a few days left.

But they were in a good mood, they talked, they laughed. Nothing more, nothing less. It felt like this should last forever.

Back at Tom’s place they kissed, gentle kisses, loving kisses, no rush, no hurry, but at some point Owen remembered Tom’s boner from this morning and he asked “What do you want me to do?”

Tom smiled. “That's supposed to be my question. It’s your birthday, did you forget?”

“No, I didn’t. But since it is my birthday, I want to do whatever I want. Which is…” he looked Tom deep in the eye, “to pleasure you.”

Tom laughed softly before he said “Kissing is fine.”

Owen narrowed his eyes. Sometimes this damn politeness was just inappropriate, “Come on, tell me!”

And because Tom still didn’t answer, just kept kissing him, Owen thought he needed to be a little more explicit.

He lifted Tom over his shoulder, who more or less squealed in surprise, tried to protest but then just laughed, went into the bathroom with him under the shower and threatened to turn on the faucet. “So tell me what you want me to do!”

“Okay, okay,…” Tom begged, still laughing, “I want you to…” Owen pretended to turn on the faucet, and Tom hastily continued, “To lick my ass!”

“There.” Owen smiled with satisfaction. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He wanted to let Tom down but in the process Tom got to the faucet and accidentally opened it, causing water to run down. And because they both had to laugh so hard about it and couldn’t do much else, they just stood there, the water pouring down on them and soon their suits were soaking wet.

They tried to get rid of their wet clothes but their horniness got in the way a bit, the kisses got more intense as did the groping. But eventually Owen finally had Tom where he wanted him. Naked on the bed on the stomach.

He knew exactly how much Tom loved having his ass ate out. And Owen loved licking Tom because he loved how Tom responded to it. That soft but deep moan, the way he writhed his body. He just loved it. It made him horny like hell. So he lavished Tom with his tongue and kneaded his cheeks until Tom clawed his hands into the bed sheets, gasping and moaning, rubbing his cock desperately against the sheets to get some friction.

When Owen reached for Tom’s cock, he could feel it was already rock hard but he still wanted to have it in his mouth, so he replaced his tongue with his thumb, pushing in and out of Tom’s ass and positioned himself so that he could suck Tom’s cock. Immediately Tom’s hands were in his hair, “God Owen…” He himself had a boner, too, but this time he just wanted to pleasure Tom.

When he felt Tom’s precum on his tongue, he changed his position again, back to pleasuring Tom’s ass again, slowly sliding his tongue between Tom’s cheeks, making sure to get every nerve that there was that would send those orgasmic sparks through Tom’s body. He wanted to pump Tom’s cock with his hand, too, but Tom stopped him.

“God, Owen..Stop...”

Owen looked up to him to see what the problem was.

“I want you inside me,” Tom panted.

Owen swallowed.

The way Tom said this…

For a second, they just looked at each other.

Seeing this deep affection they felt for each other.

It dawned on them...

And Owen knew that was it, this was going to be their last time.

He would have thought that he would get sad… that he would hate that feeling.

But instead he felt just … grateful.

So goddamn grateful.

When he entered Tom this time, he felt connected to him like never before. The way they were looking at each other was filled with loving intensity and the knowledge of complete acceptance of this other. And when he started moving inside him, their eyes always resting on the other, he knew that this time they wouldn’t be fucking, they wouldn’t be playing around to get the best orgasm they could, they would just feel the other, be with the other as close as they could, their bodies would be moving in sync and - as cheesy as it sounded but it was true - they would just make love.

And if this was normally something that would scare him, something he would immediately question, he was glad he just didn’t have the time to think about it.

He could just let it happen and give himself over to it. He needed to. And it felt fucking good.

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