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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, kidnapped reader, bondage, somnophilia, oral, light ass-play

fem reader

It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m thinking about the incel who’s never celebrated with anyone…

Only… now that he has you locked up in his house all to himself, He’s going to have you treat him to all those Valentine's cliches he’s missed out on – all inside the comforts of your new home, of course.

It’s early morning, and he’s got his cock inside you before you’ve even woken up. His thrusts are sleepy, and his voice is drowsy as he says he looks forward to breakfast – that he hasn’t had anyone cook him breakfast in bed since his mom on his tenth birthday. He likes his eggs sunny-side up, his bacon crispy, his toast golden, and his coffee just a little sweet for the occasion, plus a small glass of juice on the side.

After cumming inside you, he tells you not to take too long – that he wants you back in bed, hand-feeding him before the bed gets cold.

When you get back from the kitchen, he’s picked out a romance to watch – patting your place on the bed with a big grin on his face.

The trouble in your chest is a little eased to see him happy. Though it’s sick doing these types of things with your kidnapper – you much prefer acting like his girlfriend than getting your tits, clit, and ass flogged with a leather belt.

So you curl up beside him like he gestured and hand-fed him like he’d said and laughed and awed at the movie playing out before you as if you were really enjoying yourself. And when he whispers that he’s made you breakfast as well while lifting the tray off his lap to reveal his hard-on, you hold back the wince and crawl under the covers – not a single slight leaving your lips as you wrap them around him and start sucking him off.

He hadn’t bothered wiping it with a tissue after this morning’s first, and so flakes of dried cum and soured bitterness coat your mouth in overwhelming filth, making tears well up and go dripping pitifully down your cheeks – holding back from gagging as you keep bobbing your head all pliantly while using your tongue to lave over his veins.

He sighs in bliss above the duvet, weaving both hands into your hair as he nudges his tip down further into your plush throat, so warm and wet and tight around him, milking him for the meal in his balls.

He shoots in right down to your belly when your lips kiss his base, petting your cheek while waiting for you to swallow around him. It takes everything in you not to choke on it and puke – but you’ve done it enough times now to resurface only breathless as you lay yourself to rest against his chest.

He says he’s got you a gift after having let you rest up for a little while – and drags a gift bag from under the bed. You receive it, forcing a shy smile – knowing not to expect a plushie and a heart-shaped box of chocolates but hoping for it nonetheless.

“I thought, since we can’t go outside, we’ll just have to make the most out of it in here...”

The contents of the bag make you swallow thickly – wide-eyed and goose-fleshed with trepidation.

It’s all red – but that must have been the only thing Valentine’s about it…

Red silk blindfold, red ball gag, red rope, red fluffy cuffs, and a butt plug decorated with a heart-shaped ruby.

“And as for your gift to me,” He breaks your stillness, taking your face in both hands as he lifts it to level his – giving your pout a kiss that breaks with a wet smack. “All your holes all day long is all I want.”

You’re a picture. Bite marks on your breasts, a ring of teeth around your sore nipples – also on the inside of your thighs – along with full handprints welting the soft flesh. On your back with your hands beneath you, kept there in their cuffs – legs raised and spread, tied up in the red rope – mouth sucking on your ball, all muffled whining as you wiggle – blindfold soaked a deep burgundy from the tears streaming down your face.

Your poor ass spread on the plug he’s eased inside, all cutely swallowed around the heart-shaped ruby glistening in the slick seeping from your pussy as he fucks you hard and fast and unrelentingly with a hand held tightly around your throat – moaning Happy Valentin’s Day!

BNHA – Shigaraki, Denki, Deku

JJK – Mahito

HQ – Tendou

CSM – Denji, Yoshida

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scoobydoodean · 1 month

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Sam's gender neutral language anon: I don't think it would be a good idea to rely on my memory to definitively say anything about this because you'd have to believe that I did not at any point miss any examples—and this is not something I've been looking out for. But I have become aware an extremely funny pattern, and my awareness of it started when one of my gifs was used in a queer Sam meta:

This gif was used as an example of Sam using gender neutral language to describe... his own romantic partners? But he's... talking about Dean's romantic partner?

Further research through the gender neutral pronoun Sam lore reveals that other notable examples are... the same (at least the ones I found). Sam is always (or is most likely) talking about Dean's partners or preferences????

9.13

"You're [Dean] not the only one who's dated someone bendy" (9.13)

14.16

DEAN: What you looking at? Porn? Sex tapes? Nip slips? SAM: The Internet is more than just naked people. You do know that, right? (14.16)

11.04

SAM: Really? You don't . . . Ever want something more? DEAN: I'm sorry, have you met us? We're batting a whopping zero in domestic life, man. Goose eggs. SAM: You don't ever think about something? Not marriage or whatever. But . . . Something? You know, with a hunter? Somebody who understands the life?

You win some you lose some. Major wins for #Sam Knows :/

#i have nothing against queer sam meta mind you! i just don't personally see sam as queer i do not perceive.#mail #swayze always gets a pass

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honeypipin · 6 months

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Pirate Captain König: Pt. 2

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Disclaimer: some vulgar words, and König just loves touching you, don't you love being his new fidget toy?!

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After being paraded onto his ship by König and his men, being tied to his bed and then left to your own devices, this was certainly not the worst outcome, but still. Almost getting martyred was not going great.

It's not even a comfortable bed, just enough to keep you warm and let you sleep for the night, and the pillow is way too tough. You miss your goose feather pillows.

Your peace and quiet is soon disturbed, as a booming laughter enters the room, a certain captain.

You glare at him.

"What's with the sour look, Schatzi? Did you miss me?"

Your glare morphs into a scowl, however this only seems to amuse the captain further. He sits down next to you, and pats his lap.

You try to resist him, but when he pulls you into his lap, there isn't much you can do but cling to him.

"Isn't that better?"

"I prefer the bed."

"Then you'll love getting fucked on it."

"Do you have to say those things!?"

"Yes."

You don't really know what to say to that, so you just look away and allow him to fidget with your hair.

"...could you please untie me?"

"..." He pauses, and thinks about it.

"Um, hello?"

"When you behave."

"What?"

He ignores you??? Dickhead. Carries on playing with your hair, until he starts to move his hands towards your hips, he thumbs your sides.

He still says nothing. Well, someone has to break the silence.

"What's with the mask?"

"...long story"

"Well you did kidnap me, so I would have no choice but to listen."

"..."

He won't look you in the eyes, instead just massaging your hips. Now, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't relaxing, but also, how is he saying he's going to fuck you on his bed, but now won't look you in the eye? Are you having a laugh?!

You sighed and looked at him, christ, the days at sea were not good for his sleep, were they?

"Alright, I get it, sensitive subject."

He finally looks you in the eyes, sort of apprehensively, is he... nervous? Maybe he's uncomfortable, good, he deserves it.

But... his eyes!!! Why are they so cute? Why is he giving you puppy eyes right now? Why are they so hurt? Why do you just want to squish his face? Is this what the girls in your village meant by loving pathetic men? You understood it now, that's for sure.

"So um... you're pirate."

"Yes."

"Captain?"

"Correct."

"Good for you."

...

This is just awkward. Don't really know what you expected, but why is your kidnapper/pirate captain so awkward? He just keeps... touching you? Its like he's in a trance.

He just stares at you, eyes wide in facination, has it been that long since he's held someone close?

"Captain König... are you alright?"

Since when did he have a gun in his pockets?

#könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig x reader #könig #pirate!könig #pirate au #lovethatsexyman

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flappingdragon · 2 months

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Hi!

Could I request the brothers + side characters reaction when mc turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc turned into a goose due to Solomon messing up again, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

A/N: Sorry that I’m so late!! I was just caught up in a lot of things and forgot this was in my drafts oof. I also changed a few things up just to be a little silly (and also bc I didn’t want to write the personality of duck MC here). Anyway, I decided to divide this into two parts; one for the brothers and the other for the side characters. Enjoy!

The Brother’s Reactions to Duck!MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Rating: SFW, fluff

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used for MC, no gender specified for MC, interactions based on the brothers (not MC), personality not specified for MC

Tags: Fluff, the brothers love duck!MC, cuddling, preening, etc.

Part I (This Is Where You Currently Are), Part II (Coming Soon!)

Lucifer

How the hell did this happen?

“Will you stop taking my things, please? You’re making my life even more difficult than it is already.”

At first, he’d have fun with it, teasing you by picking you up randomly when in private

Even going so far as to sit in his lap while he pets you

But then he’d look for a way to fix it

And eventually he does, much to everyone’s protests

He’ll miss the times when he sets you in his lap and feeds you your favourites, but if you can be more helpful to him in your human form, he’d prefer that

Besides

He’d like to see your face instead of that of a duck

Mammon

Oh lord

Is he ever about to get in trouble

He’s no doubt teaming up with you to steal money

I mean

A duck?

In the Devildom?

Now THAT is about to attract a lot of money

He’d probably set up an attraction where lots of demons and demon-kin alike get to meet and pet a real goose

I feel like at the end of it all, even if Mammon did get a lot of money, you’d be exhausted

Because you already know you were out there for hours getting pet by so many

You need to recharge a bit

And that includes a lot of pets from Mammon

And a lot of cuddles

You know he’s going to be so happy to oblige

Levi

Unlike Mammon, he’s not going outside of the house

So you don’t have to worry about that

He’ll set you in his lap while he’s playing video games and he’ll let you time to time between bosses

Hell, he’ll even give you a controller to play with him if he’s feeling extra bored

And it baffles him how you win every time

Because a duck? Beating him? That’s impossible!

But he loves it

He’d lose to you again and again if it meant holding you in his lap like this

Satan

Team Prank Lucifer: Duck Addition

No but seriously, he’s getting into mischievous trouble with you in tow

He’d probably start by making cursed illusions of you but they all have different personalities

For instance, one could be kind and gentle while another could blow up the house

But while your illusions are causing havoc, the real you is resting in his lap as he reads a good book

He’s running his fingers through your goose feathers, practically preening you

He finds it relaxing how he can just pet you and sit back

If he’s honest, he hasn’t been reading his book for the past half an hour

He’s too busy adoring the way you shake your feathers in response to his pets

He finds you irresistibly adorable

Asmodeus

You already know he’s going to put you in cute little outfits

Doesn’t matter how much you hiss at him, he’ll find a way to put some sort of sweater on you

Once he does, he squeals and gets out his phone, taking a selfie with your very-not-amused-goose-face

This is not the first outfit he’s putting you in though, he’s putting you in sparkling pink and blue dresses and cute little tuxedos

He’s also putting some big, fluff coats on you

You’re not getting out of his sight no matter how hard you try

You just have to hope he gets bored

But let’s be honest here

That’s not happening

Beelzebub

Beel is pretty chill when he sees you all snuggled up beside his pillow, minding your own business

At first, he didn’t know it was you so he just kinda left you alone, thinking that you were another one of his brother’s crazy pets

Only when you had followed him out to the kitchen did he start to catch on

And once he does know it’s you, he’s carrying you everywhere with him

To the kitchen, the common room, the gym, RAD, or even the Demon Lord’s Castle

It doesn’t matter

As long as you’re in his arms, he’s happy

And if you want, he’d give you a few snacks as well

He doesn’t mind

And honestly? He’d get a bit sad when you return to normal

He got used to carrying you around :(

Belphegor

You can get he’s not moving unless he has to

So you’re his napping buddy until he’s forced to get up

He’d hold you in his arms and cuddling you as he sleep talks

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can escape his grasp and sit on either his back or his stomach

When he wakes up, he’s so confused bc his sleepy brain is thinking-

“Why is there a duck on me?”

And then he remembers that it’s you and he bundles you up in his arms again

He looks away when your duck wings flap in his face but he starts petting you when you settle

He’ll stay awake to pet you despite the pull of his sin that makes his eyes flutter closed every now and then

But he enjoys it

And when you return to normal, he’s in your arms fast asleep

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Whoops! I accidentally put in a submission instead of an ask. My bad. But I love Hangman and shyxreader, but what do you think of Ice and shy!reader?

I like this idea:)

Iceman was a private person. He didn't like everyone knowing every single detail about him. It was part of that ice cold persona that he kept up so well. The only real people who knew who Iceman was outside of the khaki uniform and frosted tips, was Slider, his RIO, and Y/N, his girlfriend.

Y/N was opposite of Iceman; quiet, nice, and shy. While Tom liked being the center of attention, Y/N prefer to sit off to the side and watch. Y/N was his rock, his salvation, his calmness after hectic mission. She was what he looked forward to seeing after long days trying not to punch Maverick in the face,

Tom had flown Y/N out for visiting weekend, and he was terrified. He knew that Y/N hated flying, which was funny that she chose to fall in love with a man who loved the sky (but not nearly as much as her). He stood against his car in the parking lot of the airport, and waited. He would've gone in, but he saw Maverick and Goose go inside the airport, and Tom wanted to avoid them as much as possible outside of TOPGUN. Tom also knew that Y/N wouldn't want all the questions they were bound to ask, knowing the only way she made it across country was by downing a bottle of melatonin.

"Tommy!" His blues eyes looked over to see her shiny hair, and her big eyes. He broke out in a smile and ran to her, picking her up in his arms. She let out a squeal as he twirled her around, before setting her back down and kissing her passionately.

"Oh, doll, I missed you," Tom said, caressing her cheek with his knuckle. She blushed and bit her lip, "Don't do that." He said, taking her lip out between her teeth. She turned an even deeper red at his words and gesture.

"I missed you too, Tommy," She said, and Tom kissed her again. He picked up her bags, and she gripped onto his bicep as he walked to his car.

Tom's blue eyes were on her the whole time as he drove with the windows down. Her hair was blown back from the salty warm air, and the smile on her face was one that he'd love to take a picture of. She sang loudly to Billy Joel's 'Uptown Girl' as Tom drove them to his tiny on base dorm. Tom had cleaned for about three hours that morning making sure everything was spotless, not like it wasn't already.

"Well. . .welcome home," Tom smiled as he put the car in park outside of his building, "It's not as spectacular as the house back in Virginia, but it's something."

"It's perfect, Tommy," Y/N said, and opened her door, which Tom reached across and closed, "What are you-"

"A lady never opens her own doors, doll," Tom said, and winked at her before getting out of the driver's side and running around to open her door. She giggled as she took his hand and got out of the car. Tom carried her bags into the building, as she took in the sight of the base. It was a lot different from their location in Virginia, and she was quietly counting down the days until she could go back. She loved Tom, but was not a fan of the California heat.

The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon catching up on what they missed in each other's lives. Tom laid his head in her lap, and she ran her fingers through the frosted tips on his head. Y/N didn't like to talk much about herself, which was ironically perfect for Tom, who never liked to shut up about himself. Iceman filled her in on what him and Slider had been learning, and then all about the pain in his ass who was named Maverick.

"He's just so fucking-"

"Language."

"Sorry baby," Iceman said, kissing her hand, "He's just so annoying, and cocky. He's got this flyboy danger attitude that's going to get him or someone else killed one of these days."

"Oh Tommy," Y/N said shaking her head, "You know he's not one of your young sailors back home right?"

"What are you saying?" Tom said, turning his head slightly.

"I can see it in your eyes. . . that, what is it they call it? Papa Ice look?"

Tom scoffed and shook his head, "I am not being 'Papa Ice' to him."

"Kinda," Y/N giggled, "But enough about work stuff, what else have you been up too?"

"Nothing but work," Tom sighed, "What about you? How's the garden?"

"Oh! It's great! I brought pictures of the roses and the sunflowers, cause I know you would want to see them. And the vegetables look amazing this year! Ruth is checking in and watering while I'm gone," Y/N said and Tom swore he fell even more in love with her.

Y/N loved gardening and when they got a house on base, Tom made sure it had a backyard so that she could have her own garden. He had promised her that when he gets his promotion, he's buying her a house with a big yard and enough land to have a garden as big as she wanted.

"Yo! Iceman-" Slider said, opening the door to the apartment. Y/N quickly pushed Ice away, making him frown slightly, but knew she was probably slightly embarrassed by Slider catching them cuddling on the couch, "Oh, look what the cat dragged in? Missus Iceman."

"Ron," Y/N smiled, and got up from the couch and hugged him, "Staying out of trouble?"

"You know how I am, Y/N, a child of god."

"Bullshit," Ice said and tried covering it up with a cough. Slider glared at him and Ice held his hands up in defense as he got up and pulled Y/N back into his arms, "Can we help you, Slider? Kinda wanted to spend the day with my girl."

"Well, bring her with," Slider said, "Beach volleyball game. You and Me, versus Mitchell and Mother Goose."

"Mother Goose?" Y/N asked, looking up at her boyfriend.

"Nick Bradshaw. You remember him? Loud, too talkative, stupid mustache," Ice said describing his friend from the academy, "He's Maverick's RIO."

"Oh, I think I remember," Y/N said, "He was the one who tried asking me out before you showed up."

"Yeah, that's the one," Tom said, "We'll be there. Give us like twenty minutes." Slider nodded and left the apartment, "Brought a swim suit?"

"Yes, it was on the packing list you sent," Y/N said, and walked over to her suitcase, which Tom quickly took from her and lead her down to his room. She rolled her eyes and followed behind him.

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The beach wasn't as packed as Y/N expected it to be, and she was thankful. She wore her swimsuit underneath a tank top and jean shorts. Tom assured her she was fine just wearing her swimsuit top and shorts, but she was worried she was showing too much skin. Y/N was beautiful, and Tom made sure she knew it. Even though he told her every day, she still didn't believe him.

Y/N sat down aways from where Tom and Slider were. It always made Tom frown how she put space in between them when they walked anywhere. He knew it was because she didn't want the eyes and stares from people wondering how the hell she ended up with Iceman, but he also wanted the whole world to know she was his.

She was also oblivious to the wondering green eyes of Maverick Mitchell. He had caught sight of her when she walked up and sat down. Her glowing skin and smile had him wanting to get to know her. Maverick had decided to take his white t-shirt off when she sat down, and he tried a little harder to flex the muscles of his abs. Every movement Maverick made was a little drawn out in hopes of impressing her. When Goose called water break, Maverick was half tempted to run over and talk to her, but his wingman called him over to rethink game strategies.

"What do you think?" Slider asked Tom as they walked over to get their waters.

"I think. . . Mitchell is about to go talk to my girlfriend," Tom said, and pushed his water bottle into Slider's chest, seeing the short pilot walk over to Y/N. Slider chuckled as he turned around and saw the sight playing out in front of him.

"Oooo! Mitchell, you done it now!" Slider laughed, "Mother Goose! Better go get your duckling!"

"What?" Goose said, turning around and seeing Maverick talking to Y/N, "Oh shit. . . Mav!"

"I'm just saying a pretty girl like you shouldn't be-"

"Doll," Iceman said, cutting off Maverick's speech. Y/N looked up at Tom, and a wave of relief washed over her eyes, "You're making my girlfriend uncomfortable. Leave." Iceman said, coldly to Maverick.

"You're girlfriend?" Maverick asked.

"Tommy," Y/N said, and Tom held his hand out for her to take. He knew she hated when people would just come up and talk to her. It had happened several times at military balls back in Virginia. Tom was never too far away from her, but there were times were she had to fend for herself.

"I got you, doll," Tom said, and pulled her into his sweaty chest.

"I didn't-"

"Yeah, I fucking know," Tom said cutting Maverick off.

"Tommy, language," Y/N said, scolding him softly, "It's all okay, Maverick." Lucky for the three of them, Goose had run up to gather his wingman from making an even bigger fool and enemy out of himself. Goose said apologies to both Y/N and Iceman as they walked away.

"God Mav, you need to learn to think with the other head," Goose said, and hit the back of his pilot's head.

"I was!" Maverick exclaimed.

Tom was still staring daggers at Maverick as he walked away. Y/N put her hand on his cheek and redirected his attention down to her. His blue eyes softened at the sight of her, and he looked leaned down to kiss her.

"You okay? We can leave, if you're not comfortable," Tom said, and Y/N shook her head.

"I'm okay. He just caught me off guard," Y/N said, "Not used to people coming up to me telling me I'm pretty."

"It's cause you are, Doll," Tom said, and cupped her face in his hands, "The prettiest doll I've ever seen," She blushed and Tom leaned down to kiss her cheek, "This is the last game. Then, it's you, me, candlelight dinner by the ocean."

"I love you, Tommy," Y/N said.

"I love you too, Doll."

And that was how everyone found out that Iceman's heart wasn't entirely made of ice.

#top gun #top gun imagine #top gun blurb #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #iceman #iceman imagine #iceman blurb #iceman fan fic #iceman fan fiction #iceman x reader #tom kazansky #tom kazansky imagine #tom kazansky fan fic #tom kazansky fan fiction #tom kazansky blurb #tom kazansky x reader

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britt-kageryuu · 25 days

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It's early evening, things are calm, and Donnie is playing as a Horrible Goose. He has his model dressed in his Dinosaur Onesie, and matching slippers, and on the purple inflatable chair, against a background that made it look like he mas next to a pond somewhere. Animated turtles are swimming in said pond, including a softshell that keeps popping up to 'bite' the chair.

"This game very much matches my more mild Cain Instincts. Maybe I'll recommend this to Blue later. Though I must make sure he's never seen anything about the game first. Dubious Chuckle." Donnie does lets out a sinister sounding chuckle. "Clears Throat. I mean, I must be sure he plays this blind, it would be more entertaining! For you, and for me ofcourse."

Suddenly a loud mechanical hiss and growl could be heard, that startles Donnie. He quickly paused the game, and removed his headphones to check out what made the noise. His model goes off screen which reveals an animated red eared slider now basking on the seat of the chair. It has a little speech bubble that says 'BRB!!'

Chat goes nuts with many already creating Conspiracy Theories, while others are spamming how cute the little turtle animations look.

A few minutes later Donnie comes back, sits back down, and puts his headphones back on, all while looking mildly annoyed.

"Annoyed Sigh. Before anyone asks, that was River. A while back I bought her a game to keep her distracted that she wanted. But now she's annoyed because there is currently a bug that crashes the game every few times she cooks, and she also can't find a collectable, and every search result for it's location is one she already got." He decides to take his frustration out on the glasses wearing kid that is needed to continue the area puzzles/to-do list. "We believe the Collectables might not be labeled properly in the guides because of a different set where the first one in the list order is the last you collect for the area."

He proceeded to steal a bunch of random stuff from the market stalls, even stuff not necessary for the task list. Honking all the while.

"I wonder how hard it would be to re-skin the Goose into something else? I'll try that out later. As for Rivers game problem? It's apparently a common issue, and many have a similarly problem. Including one of the lists saying an item is missing, when the list is fully checked off."

A donation notification goes off that gets 'chased' off the screen by a goose with a purple bandana and Donnies goggles.

"Thank you for the donation, but the message was cut off, again. I guess that's another thing to work on later!" Donnie suddenly stretches out his body while still sitting. Arms stretched above his head with his hands clasped together, his legs held out straight with his slipper covered feet at slightly odd angles. Slight cracks or pops can be picked up by the mic. Ending with a loud yawn from Donnie himself.

"It's still early, but I feel like it's much later, must be from staying up too late last night watching memes... and I'll do it again tonight because I don't always control how easy it is to sleep! Light laugh, or would it be joking?" Donnie looks upward while thinking. He then pulls out his phone to check something. "Darn, it's definitely too late to have my preferred drink, and I'm being lightly threatened to get to sleep before midnight. The horror!"

He says all of this is such a deadpan tone that chat doesn't know how to interpret the moment.

"Okay, let's get the next area completed, then I will have to swim off to dinner. So let's embrace the goose, and annoy more people!!!"

The stream ends an hour later, with at least 4 new emojis of geese dressed in color coded bandanas, and a accessory to match their turtle counterparts.

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#VTurtles!#vtuber au #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rise donatello #rise donnie #rottmnt au #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt au #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt

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perpetualexistence · 4 months

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Noah and the Beanstalk AU

New AU hot off the press! This one's what I'd call a one-shot AU since this is the main thought without really any other ideas to go along with it. I would still love to answer any questions about it, though!

Look under the read more for an Alenoaheather g/t au! It won't be the last, though it is currently the only one that ends in a villain thruple.

Fantasy AU where giants are a known thing to exist in the clouds. Jack did his thing with the beanstalk and became famous since he's wealthy a la golden goose. This has just encouraged more humans to try to go up and steal from giants, occasionally even killing one. At this point stealing from giants is a profession in itself. An incredibly dangerous one with a very high mortality rate.

With that context out of the way, now onto Noah. He's the youngest of 9, and his life's doing pretty okay up until his mom catches an incurable illness. Being a nerd, he throws himself into research to find some kind of magic that can save her.

Good news! There's a chalice that cures the most pressing of ailments the next town over! The bad news? That town just got razed to the ground and pillaged by a pair of giants. Giants normally don't bother coming down and prefer to stay up to hoard and guard their treasures. These two are particularly greedy though because they go out of their way to come down and take things for themselves. The treasure's their priority but if anyone gets in the way of that? They're going to lose their lives trying to protect what's theirs. Giant thieves have gone up to try to reclaim the wealth and seek revenge. Though some even theorize that these two are only doing this out of desperation and can potentially be reasoned with. People from neither side of this argument have come back down.

There's also another problem in trying to go after these two. A more human one. You see, when everyone started going after giants, the earlier ones had the advantage of stealing from unsuspecting giants with no idea this was going to be an epidemic of stealing. They got power real fast, and started doing what they could to keep that power to themselves. Certain giant thieves went as far as hiring guards to stop other giant thieves from going up and getting rich without at least some hefty fee. The particular beanstalk that Noah's got to get to has royal guards.

Noah's only got a timeline of a couple of months since that's how long the doctors predicted. So he uses that to the fullest extend he dares. Most giant thieves get killed because they think they can just sneak in without a plan and get what they want the first time they get up there.

Noah's plans to do this smart thing called reconnaissance. He's going to make a few trips up before he tries actually stealing the chalice. He needs to know a few things before he's even going to think about touching that treasure:

Where these two keep their treasure

How they guard it

If they know how valuable the chalice is, and subsequently

If they'll notice that the chalice goes missing

Can they track him down if they do notice

He somehow manages to get his way up the beanstalk whether it's through bribing guards or distracting them so he can sneak up. Though he does manage to catch the attention through Justin, the prince or else some kind of royal who wants to make a name for himself but is also too cowardly to try stealing from a giant. Justin can't prove anything, so he just watches and waits as Noah keeps up with his frequent trips.

Through Noah's reconnaissance, he learns a couple of things. The two giants are named Alejandro and Heather. They're both around his age, and they really do only care about the treasure so they can gloat to others about how wealthy they are. They're also clearly in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. It's just incredibly unfortunate that they define a romantic outing as stealing and killing together.

Noah also learns that they have no idea they've got a magic chalice on their hands, which is good. What's not so good is they have a giant dog that guards their treasure room when they're not around. (Is the giant dog a stand in for anyone in particular? Maybe! Part of me wants to say Tyler for some reason. Still trying to figure that out.) However, he does learn that the dog has been trained at least a bit through whistles. This leads to the start of a brilliant plan.

Rather than steal the chalice himself, he trains the dog to steal the chalice FOR him. The dog goes in and out of the treasure room so he won't set off any alarms. Noah already knows some tricks for doing so thanks to training his own dog. It takes a while to make sure the dog becomes familiar with and loves him as a person with treats rather than a person who is a treat. Even longer to go through the training of teaching him how to fetch the chalice through creating a replica so the dog knows what to look for. But eventually it pays off.

He books it with the chalice. He doesn't dare to get greedy because he knows these two will notice if too much goes missing. And he's seen enough of them to know they'll be incredibly vindictive against anyone who injures their pride by stealing. He actually plans to return the chalice after using it on his mother. He'd rather have them never realize it was gone rather than live with the ticking time bomb of waiting to see if they notice.

Before he goes too far with it, he tests it on himself first. It would be a waste to steal it only for it to be for nothing. He cuts the palm of his hand, then pours some water into the chalice and drinks. He was not prepared for the intensity. It feels like he's swallowed liquid fire and he nearly coughs it out, but he forces himself to swallow. As to be expected, his whole body feels like it's on fire. This was a horrible mistake. Fortunately for him, the pain subsides. And look, that cut has been healed! Finally, life is looking up for once!

Noah's biggest mistake was thinking this because the moment he gets off the beanstalk, Justin shows up. He reveals that he's been watching Noah and let him keep going up, which is why it's been so easy for Noah to make repeated trips. Justin rips the chalice out of Noah's hands to claim it for himself so he can have the prestige of being a giant thief without ever putting himself in any danger. Noah gets to live because Justin can't be bothered to kill him, and doesn't see him as a threat. Noah's only saving grace is Justin has no idea what the chalice can do, and Noah sure as hell isn't going to tell him.

Noah's forced to go home empty-handed. He starts trying to plan how to steal the chalice back, and if he even has enough time to do that. Infiltrating a castle with plenty of guards is much different than infiltrating a giant home with only three occupants.

He only gets about a week or two before two rather pissed off giants and their dog come crashing down to reclaim their stolen treasure. Noah's in town doing reconnaissance on the castle so he's close enough to see the dog bounding into the castle to reclaim the chalice and the person who's currently claiming he took the chalice: Justin.

Heather and Alejandro are busy trying to interrogate Justin into telling them how he stole from them. Neither of them are paying attention to their dog, who smells Noah, and comes bounding towards him with the chalice as he's been trained. Noah can't believe his luck.

Literally, he can't. Because if Heather or Alejandro catch sight of this they're going to figure out who the real thief is in an instant. But also this is his one chance of curing his mom while the two are distracted. He just has to pray he's faster than they are. At least he has a giant dog that serves as a great mode of transportation if you're willing to cling for your life and pray to anyone that'll listen to not fall off.

He does manage to make it home and cure his mother, thankfully without her looking too pained by drinking from the chalice. Bad news is this is around the time he hears two incredibly loud, incredibly frustrated screams and he knows they've realized the chalice is gone again.

He tries to order the dog to return the chalice to Alejandro and Heather. Which is pretty difficult considering this isn't a command he's taught the dog. The dog also hears itself being called back by its giant owners, so it comes up with the perfect solution. It lightly bites down onto both the chalice AND Noah and begins bounding back. Cue Noah screaming and trying to give the 'drop it'.

Which works! Partially. It gets the dog to drop the chalice. Down a hill. Rolling off a cliff. To the ocean below. Where it's immediately swept away. Never to be seen again.

His only hope is that Alejandro and Heather will make his death quick.

When he does get brought back to the two, he's immediately snatched up by Heather who demands to know who he thinks he is, and where the chalice is when she realizes it's gone. Noah tries to lie that their dog picked him up on complete accident, but they're not buying it. Alejandro does notice that their dog is acting particularly strange towards this one human, and convinces Heather to drop Noah into the dog's mouth.

Noah does land into his mouth, though out of sheer desperation gives the 'drop it' order. This saves him, but it also reveals himself as the original thief.

They're both at least slightly impressed that Noah managed to scheme his way into the chalice, but they've still got their images to maintain. Plus, he lost the chalice.

So, Alejandro crushes him under his heel. It's quick, although incredibly painful. The two walk off to see if they can recover the chalice, and that's the end of the story.

...Or it would be, if Noah wasn't screaming in confused pain and panic not even a minute after being crushed, perfectly healthy.

Remember when he drank from the chalice to test it out? Well, it only really has one setting: turbo-charged. So with his mother with a terminal illness, it worked exactly as intended. But when he drank from it with only a cut on his hand, it decided to go after a deeper, underlying issue.

This pesky little thing called mortality.

Alejandro and Heather also scream because what?? the fuck?? Heather kicks him into a tree on instinct and Noah goes flying. And not long after, his body rebuilds himself and he's back. The process of killing Noah and him reviving repeats for a few times before they all stop and try to figure out where the fuck to go from here.

Their pride won't allow Heather or Alejandro to simply let Noah live. And Noah plans to do everything in his power to not go through that whole die/revive process again. Alejandro comes up with the idea to just take Noah if they can't have the original chalice. Raze the town so they can still prove a point, and be on their way.

Noah has many problems with this plan, but neither cares about his opinion. Up until he points out that he'll always be looking for a way to escape. With his newfound immortality, he'll get there eventually. (He's completely bluffing about whether or not his lifespan will be extended to and this isn't just regeneration, but they don't have to know that.)

If they agree NOT to destroy the town he grew up in, then he'll promise never to try to escape. And he will want proof that they stick to their end. He doesn't want them to just lie about his town being fine while they destroyed it days ago.

They reluctantly agree to these terms. Justin, who the two had dumped earlier, tries to take claim when they start to head out with their new prize. Leading Noah to just share at the sheer audacity of him before speaking again.

"...You know how I said you couldn't touch a single person in this town? I don't consider Justin to be a part of this town, so you can do whatever you want with him."

"Oh thank god he was getting SO annoying."

"Want to bat him through the air like a human racquetball until one of us inevitably drops him mi cariño?"

"Yes, but you are so the one who's dropping him first."

Eventually Heather realizes they can use Noah to steal from other giants. So he becomes their own pet giant thief, and he eventually gets pampered since they do legitimately enjoy his schemes and sarcastic wit.

All of this because I basically wanted a g/t au where Alejandro and Heather are a bond villain couple with a small Noah as the little bastard cat they stroke on their lap. He 100% pokes fights with human royalty or other giants to watch Alejandro and Heather take them down. Alejandro and Heather know this, and they love this about him. Plus it just gives them more of an excuse to have fun dates involving ruining people's lives.

#total drama #td noah #td alejandro #td heather #total drama noah #total drama alejandro #total drama heather #td #giant/tiny #assorted au #oneshot au #alenoaheather #td alenoaheather #noah and the beanstalk au

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frstcorinthians · 3 months

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summary: “Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky. He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels. wc: just a tidy 1.3k notes: so i know i said i wasn't going to write for mota until it was all said and done. but that one line in e6 made my brain start firing away and it wouldn't stop until i did this. i don't know if this is going to become a whole Thing but knowing me i wouldn't be surprised. anyways enjoy!!!! its also on ao3 if you prefer that

“We have all the sports and activities you can ask for. Tennis, bicycles, croquet, riding with hounds, the list goes on. Relaxation is the order of the day here.”

“Riding with hounds” sounded like the stupidest thing Anna Marie could imagine, but she could be grateful for the upside-down minds of the British if it meant the Flakhouse had a kennel. She could curl up here, among the snuffling noses and velvety ears of the dogs, and not think about Cora or Ruby or Vera or any of the girls on the Morning Ride. These dogs – foxhounds, the woman who brought her in had told her – weren’t the same as her hounds back home, but their eyes were sweet and they bayed the same once she got them riled up. Anna Marie couldn’t find it in her to dress up and trot along on a horse, but she had come to enjoy going through the woods on foot, trying to keep up with the pack of dogs let loose on the forest. Aside from the people who worked here, she was one of the only ones who came to visit the dogs. So when she came down one night and saw an unfamiliar man knelt down, petting Goose, she almost stopped in her tracks.

She could hear him talking quietly to the dog. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, aren’t you?” His voice was soft and singsong-y, a universal tone for talking to pets. He scratched Goose behind one ear and Anna Marie felt her mouth curve up at the scene. It had been a long time since she’d had a reason to smile.

“Goose is sweet,” she finally managed to find her voice. The man jumped at the sound of her voice, spinning around to face her, surprisingly coordinated. Hardly a curl was out of place, despite her sneaking up on him and the late hour. His eyes were very blue in the low light. “He likes when you scratch him at the base of his tail.”

“I’m surprised he let me pet him at all. I’m not great with dogs.” He forced a laugh out, trying to stay casual. Anna Marie could see the shadows under his eyes. She’d bet he’d been sleeping about as much as her, which is to say, not at all.

“What are you doing down here, then?” She stepped carefully over the mass of sleepy hounds, heading for her favorite spot. She’d been here long enough that the dogs knew to leave her a space against the wall where she could prop herself up and bore herself to sleep with one of the doctor’s dense medical texts. Cora would have gotten a kick out of seeing her read through it.

Anna Marie boxed that thought up nice and neat and punted it to the back of her mind.

“Went out for a late night stroll, realized I never saw the kennels,” he turned to follow her progress across the room, looking amused at how she picked across the space. “You?”

She shrugged, pushing someone’s rump out of the way of her legs as she sat down. “I like it here. Reminds me of home.”

“Where are you from that you have this many dogs?” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked dubiously around the kennel.

“I don’t have quite this many, but we hunt with ‘em back home.” Anna Marie couldn’t bring herself to crack the textbook open now. She was surprised at how much she liked talking to this man, whoever he was.

“Man,” he rocked back on his heels. “The biggest dog we had back home was my aunt’s terrier. She used to terrorize the corner store, nipped at the owner’s ankles when he didn’t give her a treat.”

Anna Marie laughed. The sound was rusty, punching out from deep in her chest. It felt like something was coming unstuck inside her. She absently fidgeted with one of the dog’s ears, rubbing it between her fingers. The man shimmied over closer to her, finding an unoccupied spot between Goose and another dog. “I should introduce myself. Robert Rosenthal.” He stuck out his hand, waiting for her to shake.

She accepted. “Anna Marie McDowell.” His name was familiar, though she couldn’t place it at first. She kicked it to the same place as her other boxes, decided she’d worry about it at a later date. “What was your aunt’s dog named?”

“Rigatoni,” he replied, fidgeting with a spare leaf. Anna Marie laughed again, pushing her fist in her mouth to keep from startling the dogs. “He was shaped like a noodle, so the name stuck.” His smile was bright as he laughed along with her, even in the dim room.

“My favorite dog back home is named Sawyer,” she offered up, once her laughter had quit. “He snores like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Sounds like one of my crewmates,” he said. “I love him but, man does that sound keep me awake.”

“Must be nice to have your own room now, then,” she replied, then immediately tensed, worried she’d misstepped. They were both here because of tragedy – for all she knew, that crewmate was dead now, blown to bits up in the wide open sky.

He sighed, stretching out his legs and tilting his head. “To be honest, I kind of miss it.” His voice didn’t sound upset or angry. Looks like she’d dodged a bullet once again. Vera always said her lack of tact was going to get her in trouble one day, and she kind of liked this Robert Rosenthal. Or at least, she didn’t mind having his company in the kennels.

They were dancing around the topic now, the reasons both of them were here. Even Anna Marie wasn’t so bull-headed as to come right out and ask. If someone did that to her, she’d probably take a swing at them. She didn’t want to talk about her girls, she just wanted to go, to get back at it, up in the sky. She was meant to be up there; her fingers itched to adjust the dials, to keep the wings of her craft steady, to chat with Ruby about where she’d take them if she could. And instead she was stuck here, in some ridiculous dress-up fantasy house where they could all pretend nothing was wrong.

Her mother’s voice came to her now, drifting through her head: quit acting ugly, Anna Marie. Her mama was right, as always. She was being ungrateful, like a spoiled little kid. She should be basking in the sun, playing tennis with some handsome pilot or chatting about this-or-that with the other girls. But she was never one for small talk, and tennis was for rich people up north. An image came to her mind unbidden, her and Rosenthal in crisp white polos, laughing and gently batting their rackets back and forth. It was so out of character she couldn’t help but snort.

Rosenthal heard her, smiling softly when she caught his eye. “Do you spend time with the dogs during the day, too? I don’t think I’ve seen you around playing croquet.”

“I do. I usually let ‘em run through the woods, see if I can keep up.”

“Mind if I join you sometime? I’m sick to death of sitting around.” His expression seemed hesitant, like he was worried he’d overstepped some boundary. “I promise I won’t come dressed for fox hunting.”

“Sure,” she answered, leftover laughter still coloring her tone. He brought out a levity in her she hadn’t realized had been missing so long. “Come down one morning.”

“Alright,” he nodded, hauling himself up to his feet. Goose snuffled at the disturbance, before rolling over to take up the spot. “It was nice to meet you, Anna.”

“Anna Marie,” she corrected reflexively. Rosenthal gave a small wave and left, off to sleep or, more likely, explore another part of this endless home of leisure activity. Anna Marie finally opened the textbook to a section on the femur, falling asleep before she’d even gotten two paragraphs in.

#masters of the air #robert rosenthal #mota #mota oc #anna marie mcdowell #aleks.docx #im addicted to naming my ocs after counties in north carolina #theres 100 of em though so ive got plenty to work with

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wen-kexing-apologist · 7 days

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tagged by @lurkingshan yeehaw, let's go!

hardcover or paperback (I generally prefer paperback, but they fall apart easier and I did just go on a wild goose chase to find hardcov ers of all three books in The Last Binding series) // bookstore or library (libraries are a vital resource, are often a place to provide shelter to the unhoused for hours, and are often doing really cool work/events! I have been sorely neglecting libraries in my life and I feel bad about it all the time) // bookmark or receipt (team: throw random shit in to my book to hold my place, or just remember what page I stopped at and close the book without saving my place) // standalone or series (impossible question, traditionally series have always been my preference, but most of my favorite books of all time are standalones) // nonfiction or fiction (I learn a lot in nonfiction but it is a battle for me to get through, fiction is where I have planted by feet and built a home) // thriller or fantasy (magic and dragons and evil curses 4 lyfe) // under 300 pages or over 300 pages (i'm a slut for prose, so give me all the words in all the pages) // children's or ya (i've been tearing through ya audiobooks recently) // friends to lovers or enemies to lovers (you met me at my worst and loved me anyway will get me every time. As will any and all sexually tense fights between characters) // read in bed or read on the couch (neither: listen to audiobooks during work, and then just keep listening to them from anywhere in the house after work because once I start a story I can basically do nothing else until I've finished it) // read at night or read in the morning (I don't have a time of day preference for reading) // keep pristine or markup (imo books are made to be loved and I think a book that's marked up or beat to shit is a great indication of love) // cracked spine or dog ear (i feel like dog ears are more likely to keep the book intact than cracking the spine. I know I said I loved a roughed up book, but I generally prefer when the pages stay bound to the spine)

Currently reading: I literally just finished the audiobook of Hunting By Stars by Cherie Dimaline last night, which is the sequel to The Marrow Thieves. Both were pretty good and I liked the storytelling structure in the chapters.

I having the following books on my Libby shelf as next book options:

Split Tooth by Tanya Tagaq: I do not know much about this book except that the audiobook should be listened to, so I borrowed the audiobook through Libby.

El Principito by Antoine de Saint-Exupery: I decided I needed to get my ass in gear and try to maintain some modicum of Spanish language ability so I checked this book out because it was one we started reading in one of my Spanish classes years ago.

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske: I have listened through all three audiobooks of this series already, and just purchased the hard copies of the books because I missed my boys, but I'm traveling and don't have access to them, so I rechecked out the audiobook from Libby. I came for the magic and stayed for the gay sex. ALSO I would highly recommend the audiobooks, especially for the third book, A Power Unbound because the actor's voice performance was incredible.

tagging @happypotato48, @shortpplfedup, @ginnymoonbeam, @solitaryandwandering, and @my-rose-tinted-glasses

#tag game #a marvellous light #the last binding series #the marrow thieves #hunting by stars #the little prince #el principito #split tooth

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ghouljams · 7 months

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I’ve been defaulting to they/them pronouns for all the darlings (because those are my pronouns), but I was wondering how you refer to them since their your babies

All of my OCs use they/them pronouns because those are my pronouns! But they also have "gendered" pronouns they use. Most are going to be she/they, but here's the pronoun list:

Fae:

Love- she/they(would answer to he/him pronouns as well but doesn't use them)

Liebling- she/they (no preference between the two)

Threat- they/it(he if you really have to use a gender)

Crybaby- she/they

Witch- she/they (prefers she/her, but you're not gonna misgender her)

Sunny- They/them (I don't know their gender they won't tell me)

Pet- they/them (don't make eye contact)

mum!reader- she/they

Cowboy:

Goose- She/they (ma'am or miss if she's topping you)

Moon- she/they (responds to "sister" if she's in her habit)

Birdie- she/they (is working on pronouns with her class this week)

Duck- she/they/Doctor

Bee- she/they (feels really into neo-pronouns, but I don't know what they'd be)

Demons:

Die- she/they (Did use "it" for a while but then Ghost used "it" to be mean)

Hush- he/they

Price- they/she (actually prefers Sir, she outranks you)

Luck- she/they (I think she also uses bun pronouns but exclusive to the bedroom)

Fetch- they/she (prefers they from anyone who isn't Konig)

Hide- they/them (also don't make eye contact)

Gemini(Alejandro and Rudy's)- any pronouns

#ghoul speaks #not a lot of pronoun diversity #mostly because I like keeping things simple #but most darlings don't care #oc talk

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gooseloverfiction · 5 months

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Court Gentry/Six x Reader

With Six it's never boring... Watch out: angst/hurt?/comfort, injury mention, some violence, just a bit of blood mentioned; Inspired by some goose server talk, thank y'all babes! Word count: 1073

Six was sitting at your kitchen table, the variety of his guns laying in front of him, waiting to be taken care of. He glanced from the barrel he was cleaning to a kitchen clock and furrowed his brows.

He promised to not check up on you when you were out, being called overprotective far too many times, but he still was worried. You were running late. He'll give you another 10 minutes and… the buzzing sound interrupted his thought and your name on a screen made him stand up when he picked up the phone.

You never called him to pick you up, being afraid someone from his past would see him. He couldn't care less if it meant you're safe. And who was overprotective here?

“Court?” your voice was small, almost inaudible. You had to whisper. But why? Were you in danger? Six realized you needed his response.

“What's wrong, baby?” he asked, sounding casual, already ready to leave the house, a gun in a holster.

“I think… I think I've killed someone” you whispered again, you're voice breaking up. Now Six was practically running to the car.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he started to ask, his voice steady, void from emotions. You couldn't hear how afraid he was for you now.

Starting the engine, he almost missed your words.

“No. I don't think so. Could you… come and help me get rid of the body?” your voice was even lower. Like you just covered the microphone. If he wouldn't be so worried about you, Six would probably half laugh about the whole situation.

“Pin me your locations, I'll be there in a jiffy.”

You didn't reply to him, instead he got a pinpoint of your current spot. Some street a block away from a pub. Why were you there?

The agent stepped on the gas.

The streets were mostly empty, with people occasionally passing, often wasted enough to not pay any attention. Six parked a few streets away and moved in the shadows, just to a place where your pin was. You weren’t there. But he managed to see the bend leading to an alleyway.

He took out his gun and carefully took a few steps in, his eyes quickly getting used to the darkness, buildings around him casting shadows. After a moment he could see a shape of someone’s leg appearing behind the trash bin. But before he could move to see the body, someone lounged at him and if it wasn't for your voice calling his name, you would be shot dead. Six’s breath hitched when you caught him. He growled low, feeling your body shivering. He decided to scold you later, when you’ll be in a safer environment, preferably in bed.

The man tried to pry you from him, but you were exceptionally clingy. So he moved with you, to glance behind the bin. A guy laying there, with some blood on his face, was just knocked out cold. Six could see the man's chest rising and falling. You probably didn’t even check his vitals, just assumed he’s dead once he fell to the ground, not moving after.

“Did he hurt you?” the agent managed to move your head up, to look at your busted lip.

“Just some scratches. I… did what you taught me to do. But I didn’t know he was so close to a wall and… Oh my God, do we have to bury him?!” you were still conscious enough to not yell, although you frantically looked between him and a leg peeking.

Six just giggled, that bastard! You looked at him incredulously. It wasn’t just a fact he did it right when there was a dead man laying on the ground. It was more that you never heard that man giggle. And you knew him for some time now. He put his big hand on the small of your back and pushed you gently toward the street. You tried to stop him, looking back. So he hooked his fingers on the belt loops of your jeans and kept you closer, moving forward.

“But he…shouldn’t we…” you knew Court wasn't sloppy to leave any trail behind and now he acted a bit weird. He stopped soon and fished out his phone. With a secured line, his number was hard to be tracked.

You've listened to him calling some authorities. Your eyes grew wider and wider, cheeks burning hot seconds later.

“He's not…dead?” you asked surprised. Not that you weren't praying for that to happen. You didn't want to… But the guy didn't leave you a choice.

Six put you in your car and even fasten your seat belt. The shock of being assaulted just a minutes ago and then the whole 15 minutes you believed to kill someone finally caught you up.

“You knew…” you punched his arm hard. At least it was hard for you.

“I'm sorry sweetheart, it was just better when you were in this state…” Six vaguely explained.

“What state? The dread of taking someone's life?!” your voice was louder now. His palm brushed over your scratched to the flesh knee.

“Yes. So I could focus on you instead of killing this guy myself,” his grave tone and fingers gently squeezing your thigh were enough of confirmation he wasn’t exaggerating.

You didn’t say a word on the way home.

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With adrenaline rush over, even with just a bit of alcohol you drank, your legs felt weak. Court just simply swept you off of your feet and carried you inside, taking you right to the bathroom.

Sitting you on a counter, Six took out home’s first aid kit and dipped the swab in disinfectant, crouching in front of your scraped knees. With his line of work, he was more than efficient in taking care of different types of wounds and you couldn’t even flinch too much because he was done, putting some patches on you, kissing gently both of your knees. He stood between them, pulling your chin up so you would look at him. He put some gel on your busted lip, brushing it gently.

“You know, hon, I don’t know if I should be worried or glad you called me first,” he smiled seeing you all flustered.

“Who keeps company with the wolves will learn to howl,” you said, wanting to add something more, but the very skillful mouth of some very skillful agent shut you up.

#sierra six #Six #court gentry #court gentry x reader #x reader #ryan gosling #the gray man

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@fallesto || x

It was amusing to have a travelling companion, riding through such bleak lands. For all his brash and vainglorious ways, Olgierd von Everec was the generous benefactor of the rare von Rogh's and swore to bring her the witcher's head. A certain gut feeling made the sun-eyed believe that the mercenary meant it. The reasons were secondary. "Very well. The road home is rather long and I would also prefer to spent it in comfort." To put it bluntly, Orianna suspected the reason why the charming ataman made his promise and loathed to confess it. Olgierd was like a mirror of herself in her youth; he craved chaos and danced through the merriment of mayhem with grace. A certain part of Orianna missed those days where she could just...forget herself. Like a recovered addict longs for a scent of fisstech.

"I know where we can get a fresh, healthy body. If you are courageous enough to conduct the ritual in Novigrad... practically under king Radovid's nose?" the cold, noble demeanor slipped from the cultured vampiress' face for a glimpse. The smile she gave Olgierd was equally bright and savage...

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They rode through the capital, following the route seemingly drawn by a madman. One would think that after a long, exasperating wait at the gates, aided by the pouring rain, which could not was away the rancid scent of many fires and the odour of burning flesh, the hedonistic vampiress would stop dead at the first establishment, clean and quite enough to accommodate them and do not kill the travellers for their horses. Yet they went to the southern part of the city, with its briny canals and worksmiths shops. Orianna halted her steed at the three-store house with the crimson curtains adorning the upper floor, smelled the air, pursed her lips and led the horse away. The same thing happened at the 5 similar houses in the richest and the poorest quarters alike. At last they arrived at the building, nor too luxurious, nor too meagre, similarly decorated with the blood-red curtains on all it's two floors. The laughter and squeals shamelessly floated through the open windows, and dissolved into the night air. Several dim lamps spilled blood-like light upon the cobblestones and wild roses hanged from the balconies in abundance. It was not necessary to name what kind of a house it was, especially since they saw all almost all 12 novigradian by now, led on the strange goose-chase.

"Something never changes...she could never deny a bit of garish," the low mutter was disapproving, once one would think she would be happy the end of their quest was reached. The horses clearly were. "Olgierd, before we enter I must ask you not to leave my side. Unless I explicitly order...ask you to." The horses were given to the groom, who smoothly appeared from the shadows. Upon closer inspection it turned out to be a young and rather pretty girl. Instead of being wary, as any lass would be with the full night creeping in, that one bowed to Orianna and grinned at Olgierd with a brazen cheer. That strange creature might be the only carefree soul they met in the whole Novigrad, the whole city eaten alive by truncated fear and suspense. "No matter what - let's say - flowers might tempt you. Especially if some will seem extremely delightful." The thug at the door was less accommodating, and eyed the charming ataman's weapons with a wary scowl. Until the sun-eyed produced a hairpin, that glittered gold in the firelight, and pinched her finger enough to draw blood. Unusually clumsy. The thug eyed the ornament greedily and agreed to take it to the Madame a bit too hastily. Yet one more miracle followed and the man returned, almost running, and breaking his spine in two, ushered "m'lady and m'lord" in with all the respectful flattery and fear he could master. They were left alone in a an empty, richly furnished chamber, with the same abundance of red, velvet and some strong herbs that made once head's spin. One corner contained the bed, but instead of being a place of rest and involuntary reminded of a ravenous mouth. Orianna lowered herself into a cushioned chair with a sigh. The chair was much more clean than their own cloth, worn out by the roads, yet it didn't save the piece of furniture from a contemptuous, dark glance from the sun-eyed.

"Did not you mention that your body parts can't grow anew, but rather it is necessary to bring...mmm...an original back? Is it different with the eyes?" such a tempting topic made the majority of spite evaporate from Orianna's voice. Hopefully, her own eyes did not betray the enthusiasm she truly felt. Magic was foreign to vampires, but such possibility as contacting the other world...the mere hope paid up with vengeance.

#lullaby of woe (ladysunbite rp answers)#fallesto

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me: iceman (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Ice's last words to Ronnie resonate deeper than ever before now that he's gone.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 3451

Warnings: death, funeral, grief, general angst, the Ronnie and Rooster reconciliation we've all been waiting for, Hangman being soft and caring

SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT

A/N: likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

Ronnie,

It’s good to hear that the business is doing well! I’ll have to get Sarah to drag my ass over there one of these days so I can see what you’ve done with the place. Last time I was there, it was still a dump! Ha! I can remember getting drinks with your father and Maverick there. Goose was great on the piano. I remember too, when you were small, you and your brother playing that song Goose loved.

Now, I know you don’t want to hear this. But this is a letter and you can’t argue with me. Please don’t just throw this away, either.

It’s about time that you reached out to Bradley. I know how much it hurt, still hurts. I can never imagine the kind of pain that he put you through. I am not telling you to forgive him for what he did and said. You may never be ready to. But I think you should open the door for him to come back into your life, if only a little bit.

Life is too short to be angry at your brother forever.

I was angry too once. At everything. And it did nothing to make my life any easier or my heart less heavy. I hope you actually read this letter and take it to heart. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, only sharing a bit of advice from an old man who cares.

In your next letter, please tell me about your surfing. I remember going to one of your competitions when you were still in school, you were good. I hope that we can see each other again soon. I miss your face.

Love always,

Ice

A rogue tear fell onto the page held in Ronnie’s lap. She didn’t wipe at her face, she could barely think to move the letter out of the way before more of her tears fell. It dropped to the floor softly, as a fresh autumn leaf, at her feet.

She only ever saw him in person once every few years. But ever since her mother died, the pair had been writing letters back and forth consistently. The only times the letters stopped were when he was deployed — and even then they just switched to emails. But both of them preferred it the old fashioned way. Iceman liked to say it reminded him of the early days, when there was no email or cellphones, and he had to write home to his mom or his sweetheart. He always made sure to buy fun stamps because she mentioned she liked them once.

A sob constricted her throat like a snake as Ronnie dropped her face into her hands.

It was worse the day she got the call from Sarah. Jake wasn’t home and she had just gotten back from a surf. It felt like the whole world was tipped sideways and shaken until something fell out. She heard through a fog Sarah tell her when the funeral was going to be and where — and when the other woman hungup she was barely able to mumble out some form of goodbye.

Ronnie sat in silence until Jake got back from his day of training. When he walked through the door he immediately knew something was wrong. She wasn’t bouncing off the walls ready to greet him or bombarding him with takeout menus for what they should order that night. Instead she just sat on the couch, didn’t even look over at him as she continued to stare at the wall.

“You okay?” he dared to ask her.

She finally looked over at him — eyes glassy and huge. Then the dam just burst. It took Jake half an hour to calm her down enough for her to tell him what was wrong. Then the tears were off and on the rest of the night and into the next day. The Hard Deck closed for the rest of the week. The flag at base was lowered to half-mast. The aviators were given the day of the funeral off.

Ronnie could barely sleep the night before. Even with Jake holding her tight and telling her stories to keep her mind off of it. Eventually he fell asleep, but she just couldn’t. She couldn’t stop thinking about the last letter she received from Ice. So she got up and read it — over and over again until her eyes blurred and her heart felt too heavy for her chest.

He didn’t even tell her that his cancer had come back. There was no warning, no stronger push to go see him one last time. All she was left with was a letter that said he missed her face and a bit of advice from an old man.

Life is too short to be mad at your brother forever.

He was right. One day you’re here, writing letters to a dead friend’s daughter, and the next you’re gone. No more words. No more letters. No more memories shared or made or anything. He couldn’t tell her anymore things about her dad and Maverick and she couldn’t tell him that she was getting there with Bradley. She couldn’t tell him anything.

Sat on the couch, he hand slipped over the open wooden box that more of Ice’s letters were spilling out of, and she grabbed her own letter that she was going to send in the mail when she found the time. She wished she had found the time.

In her own words, she told him about Jake. About how easily the pieces of them fell back together. She told him about Maverick, about his apology, about his obvious love for Penny Benjamin. And she told him about Bradley. About the fight, the night out on the karaoke bar’s deck, that she was trying but still couldn’t let him in all the way because she was scared. She was so scared of getting hurt again. By any of them. By all of them.

Was life too short to be scared of heartbreak too, Ice?

The sound of footsteps down the hall made Ronnie jump. She quickly folded the letter and tucked in under her thigh just as Jake, sleep still in his eyes, walked into the room.

“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted, accent heavy with the drag of morning.

She could only bring herself to hum in response as he carefully moved the box of Ice’s letters to the coffee table, then he sat down next to her. He was only wearing a pair of Navy sweats and his dogtags. His usually perfectly done hair was messed, crazy even as he pulled his hand through it again. Ronnie barely even looked before she let herself fall into him, putting her entire weight into it as her head crashed into his chest.

She was so tired.

“Didn’t sleep did ya?” he asked softly into her hairline as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

Ronnie shook her head. “Not really.”

“Still have a few hours, wanna go back to bed?”

“Please.”

Fresh tears welled up before she could even stop them. Hot, frustrated ones because she was exhausted, because she was angry, because she wanted answers. Why did he have to go? Why didn’t he tell her what was going on? What did he mean when life was too short?

Why did everybody have to leave her?

Jake helped her up from the couch and she felt like a child. Sniffling and pulling her hand under her nose to wipe away the snot as he led her back to the bedroom by the hand. He crawled back into bed first, tugging her down with him into the warm comforter and sheets. She practically flopped on top of him, too tired to move even another inch, and he groaned through a chuckle.

They laid in silence for a while. Jake’s fingers traced a pattern over her back, figure eights and letters and probable flight patterns. He didn’t even mind the weight on top of him. He would do anything to make her feel better. To bring back that spark, that smile, that energy that he loved and loathed all at once. That drove him crazy and drove him to his knees. For two days she had been quiet, noncommittal, and small. Ronnie had never been small her entire life. She lived big and loud and uncaring of what other people thought. God, it tore Jake up inside to see her this way.

But he was going to let her mourn in her own way. Ronnie was a woman who had lost too much too soon. She had her own way of dealing with things and Jake wasn’t going to push her. He was going to be there if she needed him, to hold her when she cried, and to make sure she ate something occasionally.

“I told him about you, you know,” Ronnie’s voice was small and muffled against his chest, but it rumbled through his sternum all the same. “Way back when.”

Jake kept himself from wincing. “What’d you tell him?”

“Mostly the good stuff. Told him about when you left.”

“Shit,” he hissed playfully, knowing that whatever she said probably didn’t give the best impression of him.

“Yeah, he wrote that if I just gave him the word he could get you kicked out of the Navy.” A soft laugh slipped past her lips.

There was his girl.

But then she whispered, soft and broken: “Why does everyone leave me?”

He could feel her tears as they collected on his skin. Jake sighed as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her tight against him. He shushed her like he might a child, one hand running up and down her back as he moved from side to side. He pressed reassuring, almost desperate kisses into her hairline. After a while, she stilled and she was asleep.

“I’m never gonna leave you,” Jake whispered into the quiet of her bedroom, into the quiet of her sleep, “Never again.”

Ronnie felt proud of herself that she was able to look as presentable as she did. She smoothed out the satin material of her black dress as she looked in the full length mirror. She didn’t own any heels — never had any reason to wear them. So she opted instead for a pair of black flats she hoped didn’t look too girlish.

“You ready to go?” Jake asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

His hat was tucked under his arm so he could finish the cuffs on his right sleeve. But he was still struggling to get the button through the hole. Ronnie turned to look at him with a small smile. He always did look sharp in uniform. The dress blue jacket fit just right across his chest, showing off all his ribbons and medals. It always stunned her, anytime she saw him in uniform, just how accomplished he really was. It was no wonder he was invited back to TOPGUN to go on some top secret mission he still couldn’t tell her about — could probably never tell her about.

“Let me help,” she said as she took over inserting the cufflink.

“Thanks.” Jake watched her for a moment, the way her delicate fingers finished the cuffs and smoothed out the material, how she knew he needed everything to look perfect. Then he said, “We need to get goin’.”

They drove to the viewing in his Crovette. Located at the church that Ice attended. There were flowers everywhere and a long receiving line. It seemed like every aviator in the Navy showed up. Ronnie held Jake’s hand tight the entire time as they moved up closer to the casket at the front of the sanctuary. In her purse she had folded up neat the letter she intended to send him. She kept clutching at her bag — wondering.

She thought of her father. A man she never got to meet and only knew through everyone else. It was hard to mourn him, mourn the loss of a father, when she never felt his love in the first place. Maverick and Ice always told her that she would have been, and should have been, proud to call Nick Bradshaw her father. And she was — but it wasn’t the same. She could say she was his daughter all she wanted, but it didn’t feel like anything. It was an abstract sort of pride, an abstract sort of loss. Like a wound from a dream on the edge of her memory.

She thought of her mother. Ronnie was only sixteen when she was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. It only took six months for it all to take her life. To lose someone so quickly, when she was so young…In the direct aftermath of it all she was just left confused. Confused why people kept telling her they were sorry. Confused why Bradley feared they would take her away. Confused as to why she didn’t feel sad and she just felt lost. For months, maybe years, her first thought when anything happened was that she had to tell her mom about it. But she couldn’t. When she needed help she wanted to go to her mom but she couldn’t. When everything got too hard she wanted to be held in her mom’s arms but she couldn’t. It wasn’t abstract or a faded memory it was real and painful and all of her love had nowhere to go.

Sarah greeted them just before the caske. She hugged Jake and thanked him for being there — that Tom told her wonderful things about his career. It took Jake aback but he smiled and told her he was sorry for her loss. Sarah gave Ronnie a motherly, knowing smile next and Ronnie didn’t want to take it. She let the older woman wrap her up in her arms and she felt it again. Real, sharp, painful. Love with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.

“He didn’t want to tell you,” Sarah muttered into Ronnie’s hair, “Because he thought it would be easier this way.”

Easier? How was any of this easier?

Then she thought of her mother, again. Going to the hospital every day after school, spending the night most nights. Watching as she disappeared, as she crumbled. Able to do nothing as she slowly died. Ronnie didn’t want to go through that again. And so — she understood.

“I — um — “ Ronnie pulled the letter from her purse. “Do you mind if I…?”

Sarah’s eyes turned glassy as she noticed the crumpled paper clutched in Ronnie’s hands. She nodded, knowing exactly what it was. Ronnie smiled, small and broken as it was, her thanks.

Then she approached the casket. Jake was there, waiting for her. He took her trembling hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Ice looked peaceful. No longer in pain. Ronnie swore there was even one of his classic smirks pulling at the corner of his mouth. He was gone. There would be no more letters. And that was okay. He loved her, and that mattered, and that hurt now that she was the one left behind.

But she supposed that was grief. Even abstract, even confusing. Love treking on even with no where to go.

Ronnie slipped the letter inside the casket beside Ice. A letter he’ll never read. But a letter it felt he already answered.

Life was too short to be mad at your brother forever.

It was time to open the door. To finally let him back in. Because one day you’re here, and the next your gone. No more chances and no more wondering.

The actual ceremony took place at the Miramar National Cemetary. Ronnie was sure she was going to leave an imprint in Jake’s hand she was squeezing it so tight. But he didn’t seem to mind. Penny stood on her other side with tears streaming down her face. Ronnie wasn’t crying anymore. She couldn’t.

Not when she understood. Not when it felt like Ice was still there, gently nudging her like an old man who cared.

The service went by in a blur. She caught bits and pieces. The Father’s eulogy. Maverick stepping up to the casket to stamp in his wings. The fighter jets as they soared overhead — roared in her ears, billowed the skirt of her dress.

When it was all over, most of the people dispersed to go back to their cars. To try and go back to their lives. Jake tugged her to follow him back to the car so they could go back home. He had the rest of the day off and he had every intention of spending that time cuddled up in bed with her.

But for the first time in hours, Ronnie pulled her hand free of his.

“I’ll meet you at the car, okay?” she said.

Jake looked over her shoulder at Bradley as he walked to his Bronco parked with all the rest. Phoenix, Tsunami, and Bob were with him, more than likely getting a ride back to base. He knew she was going to go talk to him.

“Okay,” he agreed, giving her hand one final squeeze before he turned and walked away.

Ronnie jogged in order to catch up to her brother.

“Hey, Bradley!” she called to him just as he put the keys in the door to unlock his car.

Natasha and Ji-Yung both smiled at the sight of her. Bob even waved and she raised her hand back as Bradley turned to look at her. Her eyes instantly shifted to the ribbons on his chest. Every one told a story. A story of his accomplishments, of his successes, of all the times he brushed close to death. She looked back up into his questioning face and she nearly lost her nerve.

But she had to do this. For Ice.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He tossed the keys to Natasha before he nodded towards the expansive cemetery. “Let’s walk.”

They started off, going between the rows of gravestones. It was a beautiful day despite the circumstances. The sky was clear and so blue it nearly hurt. There was a soft breeze that ruffled the petals of flowers placed on loved ones final resting places. Ronnie sighed as she walked beside her brother for the first time in years. It felt like coming home after so long abroad.

“You were always closer to Ice than I was. M’sorry,” Bradley said after several moments of silence.

“The past few days haven’t been awesome, I’ll admit.” Ronnie kept her eyes locked on the names as they past. Fallen heroes, veterans, pilots.

“Hangman’s been helping you though, right?” he asked.

It made her laugh. “Jake’s been great. I promise.”

“Good.”

More silence. They came to a well manicured tree that offered some shade and Bradley slowed to a stop. Ronnie slowed too. Her fingers fiddled with the hem of her dress as she tried to find the words. Tried to find what it was exactly that she wanted to say to him. And Bradley just waited, patient as he always was. Hands shoved in his pockets as he looked out over the rolling hills of the cemetery. He would wait all day for her if he had to.

“I don’t know — “ Ronnie started, then stopped to swallow down the emotion clogging her throat. “I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive you for what you did.”

Bradley looked down to his well polished shoes and nodded. “I know.”

“But I have never once stopped loving you.”

He looked back up at her then, sudden and shocked, his brown eyes so much like her own glossed over with tears. And she couldn’t help the ones that slipped from her own eyes as she looked at him. Her brother. Lost for so long. Her protector. Her hero. Her home.

“I love you too, Ronnie. Always,” he said as he tried to blink back the tears.

A laugh bubbled up in her throat as she smiled. “I know.”

They crashed into each other then. Like techtonic plates carrying so much weight. Bradley held her head against his chest as he pressed a kiss into her hair. Ronnie had her arms snaked around him so tight she thought he might start wheezing. And it really did feel like coming home. Like her mom’s tomato soup after a day of playing in the snow. Like dancing around the piano as they sang. Like riding bikes around the neighborhood till sundown. Like playing hothands till they screamed.

Life was too short to be mad at her brother forever.

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storeboughtbrand · 2 years

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Top Gun Country Dancing AU! Part 3

PREV || NEXT

AMERICA'S NEXT TOP SWINGER

*a glimpse of how each of the class of 86’ dances with Maverick w/ bonus Rooster*

Goose style: Has the most knowledge when it comes to Country Swing, though Ice is close behind and closing fast. Has a full shelf of 1st place ribbons and trophies to back it up. A combination of tricks and spins. Lots of weird funky tricks. Tries to show off Mav's ability to defy gravity as much as possible. Many moves fighter pilot based ...somehow. Very Unorthodox.

Ice: The best at performing aerial flips and shoulder tricks out of the boys. Was not satisfied with just being Top Gun (and Mav's top). He also NEEDED to be Top Swinger. Has a binder full of research complete with pictures, notations, and sheet protectors that he is not ashamed to show off (Mav finds it adorable that his hubby put in so much effort). Only the best for his tiny rebel.

Slider Style: Also unorthodox, but 1000x more fueled with testosterone and yelling (bellowing?)......roaring, definitely roaring. Honestly, no one can tell if it's an intimation tactic or if he just has an addiction. Wields Mav like he's a lightsaber, and he's a Sith Lord. Yes, Officer, He is armed and is dangerous. So whenever he and Mav make their way to the dance floor, stay out of the splash zone. B/c Shamu's going ballistic.

Wolfman Style: Has the most sensual dance style. A lot of hip movement, dear god there's so much hip. Have the time, Mav's thighs are just around his waist. His style raises the most wolf whistles (which he makes sure does not go anywhere, and the man who did it knows he will be mauled without hesitation). Somehow, his signature hat never falls off while dancing, the guys are convinced he's got an invisible string that ties it under his chin.

Hollywood Style: Very flashy, loves to showboat, he didn't get the callsign "Hollywood" for nothing. Every dance is a movie premiere, and the reviews are in..... it's a 10/10 would watch it again. Loves to dip and lift Mav up so he can strike a pose. Every time, the poses are picture perfect every damn time, and Goose has the polaroids to prove it. Definitely has a giant frame picture front and center on the living room wall of his and Wolf's house. Every time their daughters bring a new friend over, they are so confused cause that's their dad, but who the hell is the other guy. And without missing a beat, without looking at the photos, the girls are just like, "Oh, that's just dad and Mav." Who the hell is Mav????

Sundown Style: has the most tempered style, does the occasional dips, spins, and flips, but prefers dipping and handholding spins. Dances for the sake of just dancing. To Ice's exasperation, some people confuse Sundown for Mav's husband, given that every time they dance they have huge smiles on their faces and talk the entire time. People think it makes Ice jealous but he's not. He knows that just Sundown's style.

Chipper Style: Treats country dancing like ballroom dancing. Has previous experience in said style and applies it to Country swing with the precision of a naval aviator. A complete gentleman. Also does ballroom dancing with Mav after Mav asks him to teach him. It's so wholesome and suave, that you can't help but swoon.

Merlin Style: If Chipper and Sundown are both wholesome, Merlin and Mav are just adorable. When they dance, it's like they've somehow turned paddy-cake into dancing. Merlin is the twirl n' spin master. He's so good at it that it's honestly terrifying. Man, he's just here for that good time, fun time.

BONUS:

Baby Goose with his cousins (Hollywood and Wolf's daughters)

Rooster and Mavdad :

Rooster cuts loose, footloose, and makes sure to kick off his Sunday shoes. When he dances, every part of his body moves somehow independently from each other but in perfect harmony. Lots of arm waving, lots of kicks, and especially lots of hips. When he and Mav dance, they feed off each other's energy and tear the dance floor a new asshole. Unlike his uncles and Icedad, he just does a two-step with all the expected swings and turns with Mav.

#Each of these boys got their own style #Choose your combatant!#Honestly Slider and Goose's style really speak to me #Slider just feels like the type of guy to absolutely man handle Mav while dancing #I'm still trying to decide how the younger pilots would dance #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #rick hollywood neven #leonard wolfman wolfe #Sam Merlin Wells #marcus sundown williams #charles chipper piper #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun shitpost #icemav #country boy i love you au!

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poncivalpishpuff · 1 year

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My NeverAfter OC (warning spoilers up to ep 6ish)

Princess Catrìona

Sister of Kate Crackernuts

(Kah-tree-nah) The Scottish Gaelic name for Katherine (Kate)

The story of Kate Crackernuts

"Kate Crackernuts" is a Scottish fairy tale collected by Andrew Lang in the Orkney Islands and published in Longman's Magazine in 1889. The tale is about a princess who rescues her beautiful sister from an evil enchantment and a prince from a wasting sickness caused by dancing nightly with the fairies.

In the original version, both sisters have the name “Kate” and are the same age.

First Neverafter (Ep1-3]

Closely follows the original tale, with the dark times coming after their story ‘ended’

Both grew up in a Small forgotten kingdom bordering Jubilee

Catríona is the daughter of the King and Kate Crackernuts is the daughter of the new Queen (The Stepmother)

The Hen-wife and the Stepmother on the third try trick her into losing her beautiful head and switching it for a sheep’s one when she is 18

Kate grabbed Catríona's human head and they ran away to fend for themselves, where they came upon the kingdom of Jubilee

Kate finds that one of King Cole’s sons is sick, and goes on to watch him for three nights, following him to the Green-hill where faeries force him to dance the night away

Over three nights Kate gets the cures for her sister and the prince

Kate Crackernuts reunited Catríona with her human head and healed King Cole’s sick son from the wasting

The sick, now healed, son marries Kate and the good son marries the ill, now healed, Catríona [Their Happily Ever After]

As the war came to Jubilee they fought alongside their husbands and died on the battlefield at the age of 24

Present day post merging of the two lives:

The faeries of the Green-hill bring back Catriona into the new world

as something (the Stepmother) has reached Kate first,

they didn’t want to summon either of the princesses, but the princes have disappeared, due to Jubilee not existing, in this new version

the Mother Goose putting Old King Cole in the book, and his kingdom disappearing from the Neverafter [fairies and Catriona don’t know this]

in this world the Stepmother has stolen her human head and locked Kate away somewhere, stopping them both from escaping together

The second world Catriona had left her father’s castle on her own scared of her Stepmother who stole her head and of what the people would say of her sheep head.

Neither sister completed their set stories

Fairies task Catriona with finding the source of the stories going missing and bring it to them, for Catriona and Kate cannot have their happily ever after if their princes doesn’t exist

Throughout her journey in her second life, she has started to doubt the sincerity of the fairies, but for the major part still sees them as the preferable side and an opponent to The Stepmother

Returned around the same time as PCs despite dying much earlier than the group, the faeries were reluctant to employ a princess and spent more time trying to find other methods, the reluctance is noticeable to Catriona when she is in the in-between with the faeries of the Green-Hill

we'll see what happens in Tuffeton, but I think she would be tailing the party after hearing news of the disappearance of the massive spider that had taken the village previously

Her new body/skills

the stepmother still has her human head and in turn, Catriona now has the head of a ewe with curling horns she can use to ram her opponents. [Minotaur reskin]

she speaks with a sheepish lisp as she had to reteach herself how to speak common as she initially could only bleat when her head was stolen

she can speak to any type of sheep, and understands some goat tongue

This Catriona has been wondering the Neverafter after running away, studying magic as a force to rescue her sister, and combat the Stepmother [3rd level Fighter Eldritch Knight]

Break down of her Image

The head is of a Scottish Blackface sheep, where the ewes also have horns The armour is believed to be dated around 1515 from Greenwich, England, and belonged to Henry VIII The sword is a European sword dated around 1400AD The page is from a 16th Century manuscript written in Latin, Scots, and Gaelic

Again all original art and character designs are by Giuseppe Lama

#goose willed it and here is my Neverafter OC #ty brennan for no massive changes in the world lore today #i was told this story by my mum who learnt it from hers who learnt it from hers and so on #i had never actually read any of the written versions before researching the tale for my OC #also i learnt how to use photoshop for this #you don't understand i am obsessed with this season #I just realised I spelt crackernuts wrong well it’s to late now that’s the way it’s gonna have to be #I knew my bad spelling would haunt me wherever I go #neverafter oc #dimension 20 spoilers #neverafter #d20 spoilers #dimension 20 fanart #dimension 20 oc #also i don't speak scottish gaelic #so if ive got the pruncition wrong pls tell me:)#the curdled web #story of Kate Crackernuts #d20 neverafter #dimension 20 #neverafter spoilers #i put her subclass cus i like seeing it i know its not what the PCs have #og post

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