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This protector. Left in Lincoln, pt. 1

3k | dark dads' best friend!Joel x virgin f!Reader

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Premise: Bill and Frank raised you after you were orphaned by the outbreak. They left Lincoln to get treatment for Frank and asked a neighbor, Joel, to look in on you (early 20s) while they were gone.

He rubbed your arms harmlessly, then his hands grazed your breasts lightly enough to pass for accidental as he hugged you. His breath deepened and his jeans twitched. He slipped his arms under yours and you tried to settle in, still nervous. You sat for what felt like a long time. Eventually, you relaxed into him.

Warnings/Notes: NSFW 18+ (not graphic yet), creepy!joel, dark!Joel, pervy!Joel, big legal age gap, very inexperienced/naive reader, angsty premise, dry humping, touching over clothes, pressure, blue balls, alcohol, pining. Slow-burn horror. Post-outbreak but playing fast and loose with a couple of ages.

When Frank got sick, he and Bill went in search of treatment and left you safe at home in Lincoln. They knew you could manage on your own, but they still asked a trusted neighbor, Joel Miller, to look in on you. You knew Joel from when he came over for meals, but he didn't talk much, so you didn't feel like you knew him very well. You felt like he knew you, though. He knew a secret.

- - -

The secret was that one time, you went on Joel's property and helped yourself to his fruit. It wasn't your first time there, but it was your first time picking any fruit. You snuck in from the back and stayed deep in the orchard. You didn't think he'd see you.

Joel would've been more than happy to pick some fruit for you, or even with you, but you were shy. He was intimidating. Plus, you wanted to take your time to enjoy the orchard. He had the most beautiful peach and apple trees. You were still getting over Jesse and being there reminded you of him. Jesse kissed you there, way in the back, after dark when no one would know. This was your first time there in broad daylight.

You admired the peach in your hand, lightly brushing your thumb over its curves, captivated by the gradient of yellow to pink, then plum.

"You picked a nice, ripe one." Your face went cold as you looked at the peach in your hand. You turned around to see Joel Miller half smiling at you, then he slowly stepped forward and put his hands on his hips with his knee out. "Should be juicy," he added. He didn't seem mad at all, but it made your heart race. It was your first time stealing and you got caught.

"Mr. Miller, I–"

"Call me Joel," he said. "Come on in, let's make some apple juice."

"I really shouldn't. . ."

“C'mon, I just cored a bunch of apples."

He was reassuring, but you were too embarrassed and said you should get home. He told you to come back any time, but you never did.

The next time Joel came for dinner, you answered the door and he handed you a jar of apple juice. He normally just brought hard cider. Knowing you didn't drink, he brought a jar of juice that night to commemorate your trespassing.

"Wow, thanks," you said.

"’welcome, peaches," Joel whispered in your ear, and his thumb brushed your opposite cheek as it burned.

You prayed he'd never say it in front of anyone else, but that brief teasing was the most personality you ever saw from him. He almost always wore a scowl - he and Bill had that in common.

That was also the night you realized Frank was truly unwell. He tried not to show it, but he kept steadying himself, and it wasn’t because he was drunk. He only drank one cider and Bill teased him for not having any wine. Later, you overheard your dads weighing the options. They mused that Joel could check in on you if they left. You were embarrassed at the thought - you could still feel Joel's touch on your cheek.

When Frank's health got worse in the following weeks, they decided to go.

- - -

Your first night alone in the house after your dads left, it took you hours to get to sleep, then you barely slept. There was an eerie silence, eventually broken by a creaking sound. You brushed that off as the house settling, but soon you heard rustling, then a thump. You couldn’t recall what the night normally sounded like. Each one of those noises made your heart jump. Unable to sleep, your mind drifted to Frank. You worried and cried.

The second night was even worse. You got to sleep but awoke to a repetitive scratching noise that sounded like it was right outside. You knew it was probably an animal, but you were too afraid to look. The wind howled, and you could have sworn you heard voices.

Once Joel came by, you were relieved to see him. Too relieved to be embarrassed. He was somber when you answered the door, though.

"Sorry 'bout your dad…"

It brought everything back to the surface. You nodded, unable to speak with such a knot in your throat. Your head throbbed and your eyes welled up. He jammed his hands in his pockets and hung his head. You could no longer hold back the tears.

Joel's Adam’s apple bobbed with a thick swallow. "Shit, I'm sorry, I shouldnt’a mentioned it." He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and awkwardly opened his arms for you. The hug was rigid and obligatory until you collapsed into his arms like you really needed him. Then it changed. His body relaxed. His thick arms wrapped softly but strongly around you and he rubbed your back. His broad chest swelled against yours with a deep breath as he inhaled you. His flannel smelled like pine, cotton, and sweat.

You stood there resting in his arms for a good minute or so before sniffling, "sorry," and pulling back to dab your swollen eyes and look at him. His eyes were different. Less aloof. His scowl had softened. You wondered how long it had been since someone hugged him. You asked, "do you wanna come in?"

Joel sat you down on the oversized sofa and got you a glass of water. Then, he comforted you as you tried to get a hold of yourself. It was refreshing having someone there. You hugged him from the side, and his armpit was warm and a little damp against your shoulder. Then you started thinking about Frank again and folded forward with your face in your hands.

"Hey, it's okay," he said, rubbing your back. Then he put his feet on the ottoman and gently pulled you back against the couch with his arm around you. You cuddled up to him again like a big, surly teddy bear. He rubbed your arm, then began to brush the inside of your elbow with his thumb. It was a comforting gesture. Entrancing, too. A little sensual. It certainly relaxed you. Somehow, you fell asleep with your head on his thighs.

You woke up when his lap shifted under you. He was stroking your head, and you could feel he was hard. You pretended not to notice, but when you sat up, he didn't shy away from adjusting himself like it was the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was.

You wouldn’t know. You were mostly homeschooled and there was barely anyone your age, or even generation, in the community. By this point, it felt like there was no one left in Lincoln. Jesse was just gone one day, no kiss goodbye, not even a word. He always talked about going West, but you thought it was just a dream. Even Ellie and Riley went their own way when Ellie turned 18. You knew how hard that was for Joel, especially when he already lost Tess.

You averted your eyes from his jeans, then asked Joel, "What do you do? To deal with everything?"

Joel swallowed and clenched his jaw. His his eyes were dark. He hesitated, looked you over, then said, "Tell ya the truth? I'm the worst guy to ask. . . Shit, I knock myself out. I drink. I take pills."

You were flattered by his honesty and felt respected as an equal. Emboldened, you asked him, "Can you gimme some? I can't stop thinking about it. . .I cry every night."

“What, give you whiskey and pills?” Joel laughed, then saw how serious you were. It was surprising because you were so straight laced. You were of age but still never drank more than a sip of wine, and that was only if Bill or Frank insisted you taste a pairing. Never really snuck out. Never done more than kiss a guy - although you'd like to think you would've.

"I don't think your dads would like that, darlin'. I'm s'posed to keep ya safe–not sayin' you need keepin' safe–but I'm sure as hell not s'posed to give ya drugs 'n whiskey."

"I'd never tell," you promised, desperate for anything to get your mind off it and let you sleep. "if either of them ever makes it back." You started to cry again.

"Sorry, peaches." He kissed you on the head and you got butterflies. He stayed with you awhile longer until you stopped crying, then said good night.

You didn't expect to miss Joel, but you did, as soon as he stepped out the door. When you sat back down on the couch, it was even worse. You never realized how huge and deep that sofa was until you sat on it alone that night after Joel left.

You thought about Joel more and more. It was hard not to – he was the only person left. At least Jesse hardly crossed your mind anymore. Finally, after all that time wondering why he didn't say goodbye, you decided he just wasn't man enough. You wondered if you were ever truly attracted to Jesse anyway, or if he was just the only guy around.

- -

The next time Joel came over, you surprised yourself with your girlish reaction. Your cheeks burned as soon as you saw him, before you even answered the door. And when you noticed the whiskey bottle in his hand, your whole chest went hollow, making room for your affection. He was really treating you like the adult you were. You greeted him with a hug and his nose brushed your ear as he inhaled you. He smelled like whiskey, aftershave, and pine.

You got two glasses from the kitchen. He poured you a drink and slouched with his legs wide open and his long arm on the back of the couch. His other hand rested on his inner thigh. You asked if he was going to have a whiskey.

"Nah, had enough. Any more and I won’t be good company."

You wondered what that meant, but didn't pursue it. You sat shyly at the other end of the sofa and winced as you took a sip of your drink alone. You coughed and he came over and patted your back. Then he talked you through your next sip.

"Straight to the back of the throat. Can’t let it linger. Do the rest all at once.”

You took it as a shot.

“There ya go, darlin’. Good girl."

He resumed his splayed out posture at the other end of the couch and you sat where you were, still wincing and recovering from the drink. He gave you a subtle, knowing smirk and nodded toward his end of the couch.

You only moved half way down the sofa. "Get over here, darlin'," he said and patted the space right in front of his crotch. He brought his closest leg up onto the couch then coaxed you back between his arms and legs. You settled back into him, a little stiff at first. Nervous.

"Relax," he whispered. "You're safe. . . You're with me."

He rubbed the sides of your arms harmlessly, then his arms wrapped in front of you. His hands grazed your breasts lightly enough to pass for accidental as he hugged you. His breath deepened and his jeans twitched against yours, giving you butterflies between the legs. He slipped his arms under yours and you settled in like that, still nervous. You sat for what felt like a long time, and eventually, you relaxed into him. You felt the buzz of the whiskey.

Your head fell back against his shoulder. He stroked your head. He kissed you on the crown of your head every minute or so, comfortingly. Then, one time, his lips lightly touched the bare skin of your temple. Then your cheek. Then his hand nudged your face up toward his. You shifted your body to look at him and your hip moved against the bulge in his pants. He inhaled deeply at the friction, and your cheeks burned.

You studied his furrowed brow, wondering what he was thinking. Your heart raced and your skin felt hot from the buzz. Emotions ran high. You kind of wanted to do something, or you wanted him to do something. You just didn't know what, or how. He was still intimidating. You didn't know anything at all and were afraid to make a fool of yourself.

With heavy eyelids and rosy cheeks, Joel looked from your eyes to your mouth and back, then leaned in. When his nose brushed yours, you offered your lips and he closed the distance. He sucked in a chest full of air through his nose with his lips pressed into yours. You stayed mostly still as his tongue parted your lips and he seemed to suck the air out of your mouth. His tongue brushed yours and arousal flooded you. Then your lips embraced his and you let him taste your mouth.

His manhood swelled against you, much harder now, sending a rush to your core. Your heart pounded when you realized how wet you were getting. You scooted your butt forward, self-conscious of your contact with his privates. When you broke contact, Joel broke the kiss.

He stroked your head gently again and kissed your temple.

"You’ve never felt one before, have ya?" He asked soft and low as he slowly palmed the hard bulge in his jeans behind you.

Your face burned and you just barely shook your head no.

"It's ok, baby. It's s'posed to feel good."

"What is?" you asked shyly even though you figured you knew. You wanted to shrink into the sofa, but you'd be shrinking into him.

He gently pulled you back against him. With his hand on your stomach, he pulled you all the way in. His arousal was already stiffer, larger.

He lowered his voice and said, "Feelin' this against you, knowin' it's there." His hips lifted gently, and his hard package swelled against you. "It's s'posed to feel good. Nothin' to be ashamed of"

Butterflies swarmed inside you, multiplying, filling up your ribcage, your pelvis. He coaxed you into relaxing back on him again. He cradled you from behind and caressed your thigh for a minute, then his masculine hand slid between your knees, gently nudging them apart. His hand slid up one inner thigh and your legs opened for him all on their own.

"Feel it here?" he asked before he flattened his fingers and slowly, lightly felt the crotch of your pants. You didn't answer. You didn't have to. With several fingers, he ghosted a line from the seam of your pants up to your clit, driving you mad.

He pressed his hardness into you again with a soft grunt. His voice was low as he reassured you with his hand still between your legs. "See, what you're feelin' right here, it's natural. It’s right."

His other hand stroked your stomach, gradually approached your chest, then caressed your breast lightly with his hand mostly flat. His chest rose and fell under you. You inhaled deeply, your breast swelled into his hand, and he cupped it, grinding his hardness into you harder than before. Your nipples hardened and you got goosebumps all over.

You knew there was a pool in your panties, and you didn't want him to feel it if it seeped through your pants. If it hadn’t already.

As though reading your mind, Joel said in a near whisper, "and when it's wet here, that's a good thing." His thick fingers ghosted the crotch of your pants. "Means your body wants more."

"More what?"

"Well. . . We can figure that out together, darlin'." You weren't that naive, you just wanted to know what more meant to him.

He pressed his crotch into you again, hard as a rock, his fingers still lightly stroking you between the legs. “When you’re wet. . .makes me feel good, too. . . .” His breath was hot on your neck, then he began to leave open mouth kisses there.

Joel shifted behind you so you could see each other again. He took your hand in his. "Wanna feel it?" He put your hand on the hard bulge in his pants and thrust against it, biting his lip and lowering his already half-closed eyes. He was so hard, it made your whole body tingle. You could feel the outline of the head. It overwhelmed you with a level of arousal you never knew was possible.

"I think I should go to sleep," you said. It came out as a whisper

"Want me to tuck you in?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye, wrapping you in a hug. It was tempting. You suspected he meant more than that. Maybe he'd even stay over. You hated to see him go. It would be a jolting contrast to be all alone in this big house on all this land, not knowing when he might come back. But you couldn't bring yourself to say yes. It was something in your gut.

"Not tonight," you said.

Joel looked in your eyes and studied your face thoughtfully, then brushed your cheek. "Ok baby," he said. "Not tonight." He kissed your cheek. Feelin' a lil better though?"

"Yeah," you said. At least your mind was off things. You stood up and fidgeted with your hands behind your back.

He put his hands on his knees and stood up with a groan. You tried not to stare at the major protrusion in his jeans. He hugged you tight, and when you felt him from the front, it took your breath away.

"Why don’t you come by this week? We can go for a walk, pick some fruit. Trees are lookin’ real pretty.”

“Okay,” you said.

"Night, peaches." He kissed you on the cheek.

He left the whiskey there, but you wouldn't touch it without him.

You felt like you were aging a year a minute that night. Adults did these things. Even teenagers did these things. You were embarrassed to be several years into adulthood with no experience, no idea what you were doing. You were so far behind. You thought about Bill and Frank's attempt at "the Talk" – how precious you were and that you could love anyone, but needed to protect yourself. Especially from men. Joel seemed like the protector. Not someone you'd need protection from.

It was all happening so fast after years of nothing. You worried that if you didn't slow down, you'd miss it.

PART 2

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yanderetheumbrellaacademy · 6 months

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Feel Your Insides

Summary: Ben tries so hard to control himself, but it's so hard when you let him in Pairings: Yandere! Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves x Fem! Reader Tw: Light Dubious Consent, NSFW, Alcohol, Mean! Jayme, Mentioned! Tentacle stuff, Flirty Ben

He needed to get out of the house. He didn't care where he went, he just needed to get away. So, why was he standing outside of a familiar girl's apartment as she struggled with getting the door open. It all started a few weeks ago-

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He wanted to drink, so he went to a local pub and that's when he saw her. She was sitting by herself with a few glasses on the table infront of her. Maybe it was the drinks, but Ben was thinking she was looking awful pretty with the pink, blue, and yellow lights shinning on her face.

He was about to approach her, but then he realized that he was a fairly big dude and she's a smaller girl by herself and him approaching her would be totally creepy. Though, that thought quickly disappears when the alcohol hits. He orders a Martina before heading towards you.

He puts the Martina on the table, scooting it towards you, causing you to look up at him. You were nervous, obviously. You recognized him as one of those superhero academy kids- Well, they weren't kids, but you know... Was it Umbrella Academy; No, it was Sparrow. Why would it be Umbrella. The thought made you laugh, 'Umbrella. How stupid of a name that would be for an academy.'

"Hey," He awkwardly waved and you repeated the action. He sat next to you and watched all the club goers. It was a nice silence, between you two, something Ben wasn't used too.

It was awkward on your part, but you didn't want to get up and leave, because that would be rude. You also didn't want to tell him to move, because you didn't own the couch and he could sit wherever he wanted.

"Nice weather, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at small talk. He must have been just as nervous as you. You looked over at him, "Yeah. I guess if you like the pouring rain."

He awkwardly rubs his neck, "Do you like the rain?"

"Yeah. When I don't have to drive."

He scoots closer to you and you copy. He picks up the Martina, handing it to you, "Want a drink?"

"Usually, I wouldn't take drinks from random strangers, but you seem trustable." You take the drink from his hand and down it like a shot. You shake your head from the sting, before looking at him, "You're part of that Sparrow Academy, right?"

"What gave it away?"

You look him up and down. "You guys are just... Different. You know?"

He groans, slouching before rubbing his face, "Yeah... I do."

"You have the tentacles right? What's that like?"

He smiles, shaking his head, "Well-"

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"And it's like I'm the only one taking it seriously," Ben complains as you both continue to walk. He holds the umbrella for you both, but he was losing his temper.

"Have you tried talking to them about it? I mean you guys are like family right? You should talk about how you feel." You try suggesting, tilting your head.

He looks over at you, his eyes softening. You had no idea how cute you were, did you? It was sweet to him that you thought they could just 'talk'. "Sometimes it feels like we're strangers living in the same house."

You frown, as you turn into your apartment complex. He follows close behind and you think about what you're going to say next.

"That's sad. No one should have to face the world alone."

"You're alone." It comes out and Ben's eyes widened when it left his mouth. He felt bad and assumed you'd get mad, but you just giggled.

"Actually, I moved out here for school. My parents live in my hometown, but I get your point. Two alone people finding each other; Maybe we can be alone together."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of being alone?"

"Yeah, that's the best part. You're no longer alone."

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Ben wanted to kill everyone in the house. Why did they always get on his nerves? He wanted to just punch a wall, repeatedly. He knew he shouldn't have, but he went to the pub- The one he met you at. There was a tiny little voice in his head, hoping he'd see you again, even if he tried to deny it. Luck must have been on his side, because you were at the same table.

"Hey."

You looked over to see the male from before. You smiled seeing his familiar face, "Hi, Ben right?"

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Yeah," You push some hair back, watching the dancers and the parties.

Ben looked down at his beer, before looking over at you. You looked good- Like really good. Maybe it was the alcohol, but god he wanted to feel your skin under his.

"I never took you for a beer guy."

You snapped him out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

You gesture towards his Bud Light. "Beer. You look more like a Rum guy. Hell, I thought you'd drink Vodka or Whiskey before beer."

"Well, you don't seem like a party club girl."

You laugh, running a hand through your hair, "I'm not. I was actually hoping to see you again." You look over at him, blushing.

Ben kept a straight face, but inside he was freaking out. Did you want to sleep with him too? God, you had such a pretty face. He scooted closer to you and your eyes widened. You watched as he slowly leaned towards you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and usually, that would bother you, but when his lips touched yours, you couldn't even think.

You could feel his hands groping and feeling your skin. His lips were on your neck, sucking and licking you. You moaned, tangling your fingers into his hair.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, giving him access to rub his crotch onto yours. You moaned loudly into his neck. You could hear his heavy groans and huffs in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.

You were thrown onto a bed and you giggled as he practically jumped on you. He kissed your skin as his fingers go to unbutton your blouse. You fiddle with his shirt as he pulls your blouse off. He gets off of you and throws his shirt across his room. He pulls down your pants, nearly creaming when seeing you in some cute, lacy, red underwear.

Where you expecting this? A guy fucking you? Maybe not him specifically, but where you hoping to get laid? You probably were. He kisses your pussy between your panties, his breath causing a shiver to run up your spine. He could feel the heat radiating off of your pussy and he had to stop himself from creaming right there.

He pulled your panties aside and lightly kissed your pussy. As he pulled his lips back, he sucked on you. His hands squished your thighs and you were sure his fingernails were going to leave marks. You groaned as he worked his tongue inside of you, feeling your gummy walls.

Your hands find their way into his hair and you pull him closer to you. You hear him groan against you, sending vibrations throughout your body. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into him. You could feel his nose brushing your clit, creating more pleasure to consume your body. You had never wanted a man inside you more in your life.

It was strange since you hadn't known this man very long. Yet here you were, on his bed in his room in his house. Usually, these things would intimate you, but this felt natural. You liked this.

You liked the way his mouth sucked on your skin. You liked the way his fingers felt hot against your thighs. You liked the way his breath felt on your vagina. You liked the way his nose rubbed your clit.

He pulls your waist up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He was ontop of you, his biceps squeezing you tightly. You could feel his abs pressed deeply against your stomach, and his chest pressed against your breast. You could feel his hard dick pressed against your crotch as he rubbed it against you.

You moaned loudly because of the stimulation, covering his own groans. You could feel his smirk against your neck, but you were to cock drunk to say something. He shimmed off his boxers, before grabbing his cock and leading it towards your pussy.

He pushes the tip against you, before slowly pushing it inside. He was girth and thick, his veins perturbing the sides, so he knew he had to be easy with you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, before scratching his back. He moaned in slight pain, before bottoming out inside of you.

He pulled out, before thrusting back in causing the headboard to Thump! against the wall. Usually, he'd care about the noise and waking one of the others, but now he didn't give a shit. Infact, he hoped they all heard him fucking you, because the power boost he'd get with everyone knowing he was having sex really gets him going. Though, he didn't need to thump the bed to get some noise, because you were moaning like you were being fucked by Zeus himself.

God, Ben felt good. Your eyes were rolled back, your hair was a mess, and your lips were parted to let the moans escape. Seeing you on cloud nine nearly made him cum, so he pushed his head into your neck, as to not lose himself too soon.

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You groaned, your eyes adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the curtains. You stretched out your arms, before feeling another body- a very strong, athletic body- underneath your hands. You looked over to see Ben and you felt your face erupt in a heavy heat. Had he always been so muscular? You quickly sat up, and your blush deepened when you realized you were naked. You lifted up the sheets and much to your surprise [Not really], he was also naked.

You quickly got up, picking up your clothes and getting dressed. You looked around the room to see you were not in YOUR room. You groaned, trying not to trip over yourself as you slowly opened the door. You looked back at him when hearing it creak to see he was still knocked out. He must have been black out drunk, he had drunken a lot last night, since he didn't move an inch.

You lightly shut the door behind you as you sighed in relief.

"So, you're Ben's loud moaner."

You blushed, before turning towards a lean girl with black hair. She didn't look all to nice, in fact she looked very annoyed. She looked you up and down before walking past you.

"Sorry," You lightly whispered as she passed you.

She just rolled her eyes and the guilt in your stomach festered and you realized you had to get out. You went down the hallway only to curse when a door opens and you quickly hide behind it. It was a girl with curly brunette hair. She must not have realized you were there, because she quickly walked past you.

You rushed down a flight of stairs, before finally seeing your exit. As you go to open the door, a man opens it. He is surprised to see you and you want to die on the spot. Before he can ask you questions, you push past him and exit the house; Hoping to never see them again.

Marcus watched as you left, rather confused. He wanted to question what the hell was going on, but then he realized that you were probably taking a 'Walk of Shame' and he was not about to humiliate you more than necessary.

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Ben awoke with his head banging like someone was playing the drums inside his skull. He felt around his bed, disappointed when he realised it was empty. He groaned, sitting up, and rubbing his head. He pulled off the blankets and cracked his back, before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

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Ben shook his head, shaking himself of the past. You were together again, and this time he was at your house instead of his. It felt more... personal. He felt a warm bubbling feeling knowing you trusted him enough to let him into your home, but you were also drunk. Not drunk enough where you weren't coherent, but you were a little wobbly.

"Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting company."

He didn't think it was mess. It was lived in, something he didn't know much about. It was comfy and he wanted to immerse himself into your home. Yes, that's what it was, a home.

"It's nice. I like it."

You shrug, throwing your bag, "It's not much, but it's home."

"Yeah..." He follows behind you as you lead him to your room. It felt way to personal to see this space. Your room was just like you, calm and comfy. He sat on your bed, fiddling with the blankets.

"This may be a weird question," You remove your blouse, pulling it over your head, before turning to him. He had already seen you naked, so you didn't mind to much. Besides- he's pretty easy on the eyes.

He looked at you expectedly and your face turned a nice pink. You were starting to wonder if she should even be asking this question. You looked away from him, deciding to focus on a book.

"The tentacles thing, you know, have you ever...?"

You hear him laugh and you felt embarrassed. You were starting to feel stupid, until you heard him respond.

"What? Used my tentacles during sex? No. Do you want to be the first?"

You were taken aback. When did he get so flirty? He was watching you, waiting and you didn't know what to say. You go to your dresser pulling out a shirt, disappointing Ben. He was hoping the conversation would lead to the same situation as before.

"So, no tentacle sex?"

Your face was hot, you were sure you were running a fever, as you quickly turned towards him, "What? No-" You shake your head, "No way."

Ben frowned. "No way?"

You began to stutter over your words when you realize how they sounded. "I didn't mean it- You're great- Like all aspects of you, even in bed. I just meant like that would be weird right? It'd be like fucking a squid- Wouldn't it-"

"I don't know, I've never fucked a squid." He's very matter of fact and straight to the point.

"Right. I just meant- Well, I mean, you know..." You looked around your room trying to find a way out when you saw a book peaking from under your bed. You quickly grabbed it and showed it to Ben. You sit on the bed and he scoots towards you. "I remember when I first got this comic book on you and your siblings. I didn't believe you guys were real. You remember how I told you how I moved out here for school?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that wasn't entirely true. I mean it was, but I was hoping I'd run into you guys. You know, see you in action in real time."

"Oh, you saw me in action."

You blushed, rubbing your face, "Yeah... Yeah I did, huh? I thought you guys were so cool."

"So what you plan on sleeping with us all?" He asked, a little upset.

"No?" You said, a little confused. You didn't know where he got that idea from, but you hoped to shut it down. "I'm not really good with my words."

"Who is?" He lays on your bed, messing with his hair, "Sorry. About what I just said. I don't know why I said that."

"It's fine, Ben."

"Hey Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I really like you."

"I really like you, too."

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adobe-outdesign · 3 months

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Neopet review: the Zafara! Last in the alphabet of neopets, but certainly not last on how cool they are!

I always enjoy a good abstract creature that's still a believable animal, so unsurprisingly, I like Zafaras a lot. They've got a really unique body shape amongst Neopets that's vaguely like a kangaroo, but that's where the similarities stop. I really like the feathery structure to their tails, their long ears, and that random set of spines they have along their back.

Visually, my only nitpick is that I'm not a big fan of the base color's palettes—most PB colors fix this, but the base colors have a weird mix of beige, pink, blue and black going on with their accents and none of it goes together. I feel like the back spines should've been black along with the nose, or the spots should've been beige instead or black, etc etc.

I'd argue Zafaras mostly benefited from customization as their old art was getting very dated by the time the conversion happened, and they likely would've received a redraw even if customization didn't become a thing. Plus a lot of the updates look really good, such as the tail tip shape being improved, fluff being added to the chest so they don't have a weird shape jutting out there, the feet being lengthened, etc. The only downgrade are the fists, and that's just a standard thing for customization.

My only other minor nitpick is that old Zafara eyes were almost pitch black and it gave them what I can best describe as a sopping wet meow meow vibe that gets lost nowadays. Even when they had color in their eyes, it was more of a crescent shape and overall cuter. Granted, though, the new eyes are more in line with other Neopets, so I get the change.

Favorite Colours:

Christmas: While most Christmas pets are just the standard reds and greens, the Christmas Zafara goes in a completely different direction by being an angel with a very pretty white and yellow color palette and a nice get of wings. It's super simple but very pretty. I also like how they fixed the color balancing that I mentioned above by changing the ear spots to yellow and making the tail tip match. (I do kind of wish the nose were black or something, but that's an extreme nitpick.)

Maraquan: I am 100% cheating by including this one because I usually try to stick to only pet colors you can obtain in the present day, but with UC styles becoming a thing I'm hopeful we'll be getting the old design back one day.

Because yeah, I absolutely love the pre-customization design; making it a sort of sea horse/leafy seadragon cross works perfectly with the Zafara's body shape, the pose is lively, and I love the bright pink fin accents to contrast with the teal body striping.

(The converted is... okay, but the concept was completely lost by changing the pose, the striping was reduced too much, and the body has this bizzaro lumpy shape instead of being a smooth curve like it should be.)

Water: Technically speaking this isn't too fancy, but I just think they did such a nice job with this one. There's so much gorgeous detail in the shading along the head and tail splashes, and the artist really did a good job at capturing that watery look. The choice to make the head tuft and tail splashes in the first place was a great choice, and I especially love how the ear spots are water bubbles. Super pretty all around.

BONUS: I really like burlap pets and think it's an underrated color, so I figured I should give the burlap Zafara a shoutout for being one of the best burlaps out there. The colors are kept muted, the uncanny valley vibe is present, the way they handled the fur tufts looks great, and I like the various slate blue patches on the body, which match with the back spines, spots, and eyes.

#neopets #neotag #neopet reviews #zafara

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imthepunchlord · 2 months

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Even if it probably won't be in your overhaul, I still want to say that I really like the color coding you did in that image you made of the miracle box with just the og seven. I just like how you used the colors of the rainbow for them.

Pink - Butterfly (which for some reason, just feels fitting for it)

Red - Ladybug

Orange - Fox

Yellow - Bee

Green - Turtle (glad that was kept; green just fits it better)

Blue - Peacock

Purple - Cat (which, for some reason, just feels better for the cat, especially your version of the cat as often give it shadow powers)

Yeah I love rainbows and color wheels. If I can keep having nice color wheels going, I'm going to be happy. It's just an internal must.

And yeah, if the OG 7 got to be a full rainbow together, then the colors really work.

Nooroo just toes that line between pink and purple, but I could see going for pink more. It's a color heavily tied to love, which by extension work off making connections with others, being kind, empathetic, and compassionate (which is why this Miraculous should really go to a true social butterfly and could be why Gabriel struggles so much with it).

With Plagg, he does look purple at times, having purple fur as highlights.

And purple is often tied to mystery, power, leadership, imagination, creativity, and mysticism; all of which works well with cats.

So the Og 7 could work nice as a color wheel and rainbow.

The big drawback though is that, when all seen together, visually, it's hard to see how Ladybug and Cat are direct counterparts to each other. For to be counterparts, usually you're direct opposites, especially when on a wheel or something similar.

Working off these colors for the Og 7, there's no way to visually convey LB and Cat are counterparts as they just don't line up.

Working off the Prodigious circle of 7 and the Miracle Box itself, visually you would think Ladybug's direct counterpart would be Peafowl or Turtle. Which, makes sense as red often clashes with green or blue. And if you were looking at these two examples and you were told that Ladybug's counterpart is actually the Cat, you'd scratch your head cause they just don't line up.

And there are a few options on what could be done.

If Og 7 have to stay together and doing these colors for them, I could dismiss the canon fact that Ladybug and Cat are counterparts. One of them could be made to be the neutral 7th or they pair up with different Miraculous, and they both are just active as they're the best answer for Butterlfy.

If keeping them as counterparts, I could move Cat to green, move Turtle elsewhere, though I'd have to figure out who'd be the replacement and what color to bring in (pink, purple, indigo/violet, cyan, chartreuse). This potentially also could extend into a debate of whether Fox, Bee, and Peafowl should truly be here too as canon didn't really establish why these 7 are in a group together. All we got is really the promotion of the 7 together and that's not entirely enough.

It's even more so a forethought in my mind as I am going to have 5 groups of 7 each. And I'll have to figure out what are the reasons for these specific seven animals to be together in Group 1, why shouldn't any specific animal be in Group 2 or 3 or 5 instead?

That also has to wait until I can figure out what the 5 groups are based on as that would help decide what goes where, which unfortunately there's not a lot of 5 themes to work off of.

I'm probably overthinking a lot of it, but it's apart of the lore building and the Miraculous system of control, why certain ones have an edge over others.

#ask Punchie #miraculous changes #the struggles of trying to work with 35 #I did also try and think of 7 groups of 5 #but that's a lot of groups #it may come down to looking into slimming the numbers down #cause I do have to wonder if a lot of them truly need to exist #which sucks as I did a series of polls about this #I didn't think everything would be approved though

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 7 months

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hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Ooh! If I could draw rn I’d be all over this, so a verbal description will have to do!

Jesse: Tries to keep his room neat, but has a few things out of place here and there. His room is a light gray, with black furniture (shelves, bed frame, desks, etc) and pink accents (I.e. his blankets, pillow, and rug). Has a lock on his door to stop his sister (Miranda) from poking in his stuff. His shelves are full of tricks and magic props, along with some prizes he’s won from a few magic shows (including a certain bouquet he received at a school talent show). Has a small(ish) tv in his room with some gaming stuff, but not as extensively as his sister. Has a little study book for school and has some photos of his friends Antonia took hanging around, but for an otherwise magic guy his room is pretty average. (He did kick the screen out of his window in case of need of a quick escape, however.)

Miranda: Extremely messy. Clothes everywhere, garbage flowing out of the trash, empty energy drink cans everywhere…generally a slob. The cleanest part of her room is her gaming setup and what’s she’s got going on at her desk (laptop + tablet + a bunch of storage towers). She’s got posters of indie bands no one’s heard of across her room, along with strings of mismatched neon lights. She keeps a few academic awards she’s won on her shelves, though those are just collecting dust. Her room is a deep purple, with blackout curtains so she can sleep in (and makes it all the more jarring when her mother whips them open to wake her up).

Olivia: Has two rooms—one in the evil secret lair she works at and another at a motel she used to stay at, but both are the same: relatively messy, and she spends very little time in either one. The one at the lair is at least painted in blues, but otherwise has very little in the way of personalization. The messiest it gets is discarded clothes on the floor and the occasional snack wrapper. Her bed is a water bed, and she does sleep with a stuffed shark.

Bridget: Unlike Olivia has a very clean and organized room, and personalized to her taste. Filled with shelves of books and a supercomputer the size of half the wall, she’s not lacking in access to information at a moment’s notice, and always keeps track of what’s going on within the lair at all times. Her bed is hard as a rock yet filled to the brim with soft pillows and blankets. Her room is sea foam green but sophisticated as ever, save for the stuffed narwhal she claims she does not own.

Sunni: Her room started off yellow until she decided that was too bright, and started painting it light blue, but got tired halfway through and now it’s yellow-with-blue-stripes-of-different-sizes, but she likes it. Has three windows with white curtains to always let in the natural light, and due to having six siblings also has a door lock to maintain her privacy (and sanity). Has a little pastel pink beanbag chair in the corner for reading, with two wooden shelves for books and a few awards and certificates from science fairs. Has a small flatscreen on her wall, but mainly watches anime and the weather channel (and the news when there’s a crisis). Has pastel sheets on her bed, and all her pillows are shaped like fluffy white clouds (and she cares not if it’s childish, it’s cute)

Harleigh: Doesn’t really have a “room” for a very long time, but were she to, y’know, eventually find a place to stay, she would almost never bother keeping it neat until being gently suggested to do so, but also wouldn’t have very much in the way of personalization either. …and yet, the nice warm bed and the knowing of having a place to return to is nice enough in and of itself.

#info tag #ninjago ocs #oc: harleigh kognito #oc: miranda marvell #oc: jesse marvell #oc: sunni dayes #oc: olivia omar #oc: bridget rondinelli

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obsidiancreates · 1 year

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My Concepts For A TMNT 2012 Themed Makeup Collection

First off: Individual small eyeshadow palettes for each character. And I mean small, like, probably just 3 or 4 shades each.

So like, one shade the same color as their masks, one the color of their eye colors, and one the shade of green their skintone is. And I don't mean "Eh purple but like any shade of purple" I mean EXACT SHADE MATCH. So that gives us these nice little trio palettes, I would have them all be All Matte No Shimmers/Glitters, because...

Companion Palatte: Out The Sewers Like Lazer Beams

This is a larger palette, probably around 15 shades, 18 at the very most. It's made of colors taken from scene backgrounds, enemies color schemes, and other characters. Like a more saturated pinky-purple than Donnie's is named "Irmabot Highlights" and a neon pink named "Kick Some Kraang" and such. Obviously some dark navy blues and such to represent the common background color.

Other Companion Palette: Lean Green Ninja Team

This one is 15-18 shades as well and is based around the non-turtle main/ally characters. "Hajime" being a brown shade taken from Splinter's coat, for example, "Hey There Red" being a shade of orange like April's hair with a yellow shimmer to it like her shirt, "GOONGALA" being a high-inpact shimmer with a gunmetal gray base and lots of white shimmer (not just to match with his color scheme but also like, He Hits People Hard Enough To Make Them See TV Static As They Go Down). Things like that. This is a slightly more neutral based palette so it also includes like, the color of their shells and wrappings and such (we could also put these into the 4 palettes based on The Boys specifically, I just wanted to keep those as small and no-repeat-shades as possible).

Turtle Power Cream Color Corrector Palette/Wheel In A Shell Shape

Dude their colors are LITERALLY perfect for color correction. Orange/peachy tones cancel out blue tones like undereye darkness/dark spots left by bad breakouts, purple/lavender tones help brighten, green cancels out redness in the skin like angry breakouts or rosacea, blue is less of a color corrector though and more of a Shade Adjuster however including it means you could still mix it with a foundation that's too Warm to cool down the shade, just might work best with a cream foundation father than a liquid since you need to mix it in directly, not just apply product over it.

Anyway.

MAN I LOVE BEING A TURTLE! Blush

Same shade as those little amine-style blushy bits they get on their faces, and kind of that pattern? Like the little shape/style it is, in the actual pan. I just think it's be cute.

Makeup Tools Shaped Like Their Weapons

Brush with a Bo style handle and the actual bristles are gray and angled like the blade at the end. One of those things people use to block their crease from getting eyeshadow fallout shaped like Mikey's bladed part (I tried looking up the name but there were a few variations of that and I wasn't sure which was right), angled eyeliner/brow brush like Leo's blades, eyeliner pens shaped like Raph's Sai, and I'm thinking an actual hand fan that looks like April's tessan to help dry the face is you use setting spray during makeup.

I've been trying to come up with fun lipsticks but I can't think of anything rn I'll update later though if I come up with anything.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12

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wysteriaisapenguin · 2 years

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It’s about time I drew a full reference for my Starlight Express Sona. So here she is, both in STEX form and regular form! (Special thank you to @captainmvf for designing her! I couldn’t have done this without you!)

Read her bio below:

Wysteria is a freezer truck who owns a colony of 5 penguins: Azzy (Purple), Hydra (Blue), Cammy (Red), Plume (Yellow), and Bisky (Pink). They were rescued after their habitat was endangered and have sticked with her ever since. Wysteria loves them and does her very best to take care of them by providing a cold atmosphere. Though they can be noisy little troublemakers sometimes.

She loves watching races and wishes that she could participate in them. However, she worries about who would look after her penguins while she is away, since letting them race with her would be too dangerous and leaving them alone will cause nothing but trouble. Not to mention, she doesn’t personally know any of the competing engines and believes that they’re out of her league. This is especially the case for Electra, the electric engine whose glamour and charm easily attracted her. She has a huge crush on him, but is too intimated to actually approach him because she’s worried that he’ll look down on her.

She mostly gets along with the Components since they are fellow trucks. In particular, she’s very close with Volta and Joule. They think that she and her penguins are sweethearts and they understand how nervous she gets when Electra’s around. So they try to convince her that he’s a nice engine if you get to know him. Wysteria isn’t sure, but she learns to come out of her comfort zone thanks to their support.

She doesn’t mind getting along with the other coaches, steamers, and diesels as long as they’re friendly. (Most of them aren’t…) She doesn’t believe in the Starlight Express, but she does like to imagine how ethereal it would look if it did exist.

Likes: Her penguins, winter, starry night skies (especially if there’s an aurora borealis!) electroswing music, flower gardens

Dislikes: CONFUSION AND DELAY CAUSED BY HER PENGUINS, flirty remarks, drama, bugs, huge explosions and loud noises

#wysty draws #starlight express #starlight express oc #stex #stex oc #wysteria the freezer truck #also drew her as an actual truck cause it wouldn't be a train related oc without that!#also all of her penguins are named after flowers! guess which ones are which hehe

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gravitysrainbow-1x1 · 1 year

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Even after everything, Charles wasn’t going to let the curse ruin another holiday. Especially not the holiday that he and his boys looked forward to most each year. Charles took great care to have professional decorators come in when Doug and the rest were sleeping or away so that it would suddenly be perfect one day when they walked in. Charles liked seeing the reactions on their faces, most of all Douglas’.

This year, he wanted things to be special. Doug had been working so hard to make up for what had happened while he was under that wretched curse -- which Charles hadn’t forgotten about, it was still puzzling him as the man tended to fixate on things until he figured them out -- that Charles thought he deserved a break doing something he enjoyed. A nice little hunting trip for all of Doug’s favorites. They could go back to what really felt like home, he was sure, not the stuffy city but the beautiful jungles Charles had so grown to love.

Things would be less complicated this way.

Hearing the question, Charles looked over with a small smile in Doug’s direction. The weapon was a masterpiece in every single way but Doug was right, Charles hadn’t allowed himself to use it in quite a long time. “Perhaps...” Charles replied as he walked over, closing the distance between them to admire the gorgeous VO Falcon in Douglas’ hands. “This seems special enough an occasion that I can bring it out.” He reached down then and let his fingers trail down the cool body of the weapon. “I’ve been treating them too much like collection items and not like the magnificent tools they are.”

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Quite frankly, he didn’t want to go back.

He didn’t say it when they’d gotten off the plane, immediately greeted with warm humidity that clung to the skin like a wet blanket, but he felt it in his bones. He smelled the green before the door had even open, and the moment his eyes laid sight on the vast greens, he relaxed for the first time in what felt like months. Plants and flora made him happy, and though he was colorblind, he could still distinguish yellow and blue from green. He could not see any difference at all between red, pink, and orange flowers, but he could place them by their vibrant smells instead. The compilation of smells and color was comforting; Douglas was home.

At least for a little while.

He tried not to think about it too hard, determined and excited to appreciate the moment. It was even more special to be here again, releasing Douglas from the tension and pressure that had been built up in him. He got to forgot all of it for a week and just enjoy doing what he did best in the place he performed best. Spry and eager to show off, Doug was lit with energy and exuberance.

“Really?” Doug grinned from ear to ear, pleased to make this trip a little more memorable and unique. He paused briefly, his thoughts spinning as his fingers. grazed over the intricately carved engravings and smooth wood. “...Do you think I could try shooting with it?” He asked, curious even though he was definitely more comfortable hunting using his physical strength and speed over weapons. He looked at him with a little hesitancy, like he was anticipating a no, but when Charles mentioned that it was Christmas, he relaxed, knowing that his more ambitious asks would have a chance with the good mood he was in. “Not for the whole trip -I’m definitely better suited for what I do best - but maybe just to learn what your side of things is more like. You make it look so easy.”

#DOUG:CHARLES

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kits-shrine · 2 years

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She happily took then placed them next to the three she had chosen. The first dress that had immediately drawn her gaze was a lovely thing in a delicate shade of sage green with a variety of different flowers embroidered over the sheer fabric that made up the elbow bishop sleeves and overlayed the solid color of the slip beneath it. The particular dress had a deep v-cut neckline that exposed far more cleavage than she was otherwise used to, but the temptation for a bit of harmless mischief was too strong to fight. She was a fae. After all, it was in her blood. There were two thin bows on the dress. One just below the bust and the second at the smallest part of the waistline. All in all, the thought it was very nice.

The second dress was similar to her usual style, just a little more done up. Like Yurei’s picks and her first, this dress would end above the ankles. It was an off-white that lent itself to a soft touch of yellow. Much like the previous dress, this one had another delicate floral pattern in a light shade of lavender, a bit of a puffed sleeve that ended just about the elbow and the same sheer fabric overlayed over a slip on the same off-white shade.

And while she doubted the third dress she’d chosen would be the one she took with her. She simply couldn't leave it, not after their starry night. The dress was floor length with a bodice so dark it was difficult to determine if the color was blue or black. In lieu of sleeves, thin cords of fabric had been fashioned into bows that would rest at the edge of the shoulder, with the tails trailing. The skirt of the dress is what truly drew her to it. It looked as if a piece of the starry night sky had been cut from the heavens to complete the gown.

All things said and done; Laurel decided to try Yurei’s black dress first and then the green one she’d chosen. Keeping to the back and forth pattern between the dresses.

Yurei oohed and ahhed over both dresses, though if he got a little pink at her neckline he'd never admit it. "Both Are Lovely, But Yours Might Be Better Matched For A Meadow Walk. The Black Feels Too Dark." he declared, seeming to settle into a 1V1 elimination method, may the best dress be left standing at the end. "At Least That's What I Think. How Do You Feel In Them?"

His decision had nothing to do with how stunning she looked in the green, how dare you.

(Dresses under the cut!)

#aizawasluckylady

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diaqueenunderthemountain · 2 years

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for the ask game:

🏳️‍🌈 - Do you enjoy the colors of your preferred flag? Do you incorporate it into your outfits, decor, etc.?

🏳️‍⚧️ - What Flag do you think has the best color scheme?

🏳️‍🌈 - Do you enjoy the colors of your preferred flag? Do you incorporate it into your outfits, decor, etc.? YES!!!! (for the most part) 🥳

Purple is my absolute favorite color and I love the ace/ageo ace flag! It’s just … chef’s kiss … y’know?

I’m not quite as much of a fan of green, but I do love the aro/gray aro flag. It’s very calming to look at somehow.

I don’t frequently use the sunset aroace flag because I hate the color orange, but I can appreciate why other people like and/or use it. I have to be in a certain mood to enjoy it.

I generally use the term sapphic instead of lesbian beacuse I feel like its a little more inclusive of things that aren’t exclusively wlw, but I’m not a fan of the sapphic flag. Its pretty, but that shade of pink isn’t quite my aesthetic. As a general rule I like brighter/darker colors. Despite the fact that it has some orange I actually like the lesbian flag alright.

I don’t commonly use the oriented aroace flag, just because a lot of people don’t know it and it’s hard for me to put my labels into words, but I do like the flag. Blue is my second favorite color, and I particularly like teal.

I like the nonbinary flag a lot. Aesthetic wise its definitely my favorite flag after the ace flag. The colors are just so bold and bright and using it makes me feel very confident.

My feelings on the agender flag are very similar to those on the aro flag. Although, I do have to admit I don't like it quite as much because the green is lighter and there’s more gray.

I’ve never really had a reason to use the queerplatonic flag, but I do experience queerplatonic attraction and want a qpr. I think it has nice colors, but they’re too pastel for me.

I do like to incorporate the colors into my outfits, especially for the aro and ace flags. My best friend (and squish) is also aroace and its kind of an inside joke for us to find random things like clothes and decor that were unintentionally made in pride colors. I also have this super awesome twirly skirt that is literally the lesbian flag. (5 stripes pink on top and orange on bottom). I don’t have as much pride decor right now, but I would love to in the future.

🏳️‍⚧️ - What Flag do you think has the best color scheme?

This is a hard one … all the flags are so pretty … do I have to pick?? 🥺

These are my top ones

Non-binary: As stated above, I absolutely love this flag. The colors are so bright and happy and confident, and it just makes me feel all around great. I love purple, and yellow is pretty great too. 10/10

Pan: I actually used to think I was pan because I thought I felt the same attraction to everyone, turns out I did, but the attraction level was 0 and I turned out to be aroace. I was kind of sad to give up the flag though. Very pretty, bright colors, most of the same reasoning as the enby flag. I do love that its all color with no black and white, but I don’t like the thickness of 3 stripes as compared to 4+. 10/10

Toric: I don’t personally identify with this flag in any way, but I absolutely love the colors. My three favorites, purple, teal, and green all in one. I do wish it was less pastel, but it’s still amazing. 10/10

#lgbtqia #pride #lgbtq #pride flag

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ghostchasersmagazine · 2 years

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My continuing adventures in finding and commenting on concept art: some Drak Pack concept art I found on eBay.

My thoughts and such under the cut:

- Drak Pack was originally spelled as “Drac Pack”, and the show was possibly titled “The Drac Pack”. My guess that it was changed to have the ‘k’ in Drak visually match the ‘k’ in Pack. Relatedly, Drak’s name was originally spelled as “Drac”, al a the traditional spelling of Dracula.

- Their human forms really aren’t that different. Franky has a peach-colored shirt instead of orange, Drak’s shirt is red instead of dark pink, and Howler’s belt is the same color as his jeans. Really the only major difference I see is that Franky and Howler have swapped hair colors, with Franky being the one with the light brown hair and Howler dark brown. Personally I think Franky looks nice with those colors.

- Franky and Howler’s monster forms don’t look too different either. Franky has purple hair instead of black, and Howler has fur everywhere expect his face, unlike his final design where his paws are furless as well.

- Drak’s is the most different between concept and final. His colors were black/red/blue originally instead of the final purple/dark pink. My guess is that he had those colors to match Big D (just with an emphasis on the blue instead of the black), who also wore those three colors in his concept design. As you all can probably guess, I do prefer his final colors. (The white bow tie is nice though, I wouldn’t have minded if that was kept.) It’s a bit harder to tell, but I think he also didn’t have eye shadow originally but did seem to have the lipstick on his lower lip, possibly in a black color.

- Actually looking at it closer I think he might have yellow eyes in his concept design too? I think I’ve seen that before in other Drak Pack production art so I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

- Big D originally had a human-looking skin tone (like the Drak Pack in their human forms) instead of his final gray vampire one. It wasn’t like he could go between human and vampire like Drak, either; this art seems to be implying that he was just always a human-looking vampire. While I do think that would have been an interesting choice in terms of lore, I do think it was for the best he was changed to look more traditionally vampiric for his final design.

- Moving onto the second picture, I just want to start by saying that I really like how detailed the background in it is. It’s basically just a more in-depth look at their house, with them overlooking the city and all. Very nice.

- The Drakster was originally red and black to match Drak’s original colors. I’m glad they kept the detail of Drak patterning his car after himself.

- I just love the expressions and poses the Drak Pack has here. Drak’s flooring it, Howler’s already doing the dog tongue thing, and Franky’s just there for the ride. A midnight joyride with the boys.

#textpost

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lindsaystravelblogs3 · 11 months

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Days 5-6 – Tuesday/Wednesday, 30-31 May

Tuesday

We were up by 6am and at breakfast at 6.45 after leaving our cases outside our room for collection by the porters and stowage in our coach.

We were told to be in the coach by 8am and that it would take about an hour to get to our destination. In fact, it was closer to two hours with another 25-minute delay when we arrived for people to use the toilet. I spent the time photographing a few birds and then our guide took us to the excavated ‘nuraghe’ (new-rarg-ie) that was the purpose of our visit. There are apparently more than seven thousand of these Stone Age villages across Sardinia but this is the best preserved and excavated. It is also a UNESCO World Heritage Site. (We saw numerous others as we drove around in the following few days.) They are mind-boggling epic engineering feats with a central tower and three or four defensive towers surrounding them, all made of huge stones, probably close to a cubic metre each, with built-in passages connecting all the structures together and allowing soldiers to move from one place to another very quickly. They are thirty-odd metres high and are amazingly complex structures. It astounds me how they could even conceptualise the architecture, much less build them. They are surrounded by many village houses in a few different styles, all quite elaborate in themselves, and all dating back more than five-and-a-half millennia.

We climbed the ramparts and squeezed down into the belly of the nuraghe via lots of incredibly narrow and twisting stairs – probably designed to make an attack from outside virtually impossible, without the least regard for the needs and condition of the aged and infirm tourists who would one day wish to visit. It was certainly a very difficult climb in and out again, but we all did it and survived to tell the tale. The whole intricate complex of towers and surrounding housing is quite phenomenal as well as being highly practical from a strategic or defensive perspective - really quite brilliant.

Back on the bus, we drove a short distance to a museum, constructed atop another excavated nuraghe with glass floors so we could walk around and look down at the structure beneath us. There were also displays with quite a few artefacts that had been uncovered during excavation. At least, we could walk around that one without risking life and limb climbing up, clambering over and squeezing through narrow rock passages.

Next stop was lunch at the Olianas winery, set in delightful gardens, where we were given a tour of the winery and then lunch, during which we tasted several of the family’s wines. They were all very acceptable, but nothing I would call special. Lunch consisted of several different cured meats and a few cheeses along with Sardinian bread – it accompanies everything here, but I am not sure how to describe it. It is very thin flat bread, crisp and flaky, usually quite dry, but sometimes a little oily, and it goes with everything.

After lunch, we were back on the bus for the 'short hour’s drive' to our hotel – the short drive took three hours. I think our tour leader must be having trouble with his watch. For many reasons, we reckon he is well past his ‘use by’ date. (But he might well make a nice old grandfather as long as his charges were not too demanding.)

Driving in the countryside was very enjoyable though. The outskirts of Cagliari were a bit dismal, but once away from the city, we saw a lot of colourful country with brilliant yellow broome flowers everywhere, red, pink and white oleanders, and swathes of wonderful mixed wildflowers along the edges of the road. In town, and for a little while as we drove out, everything was blue with hundreds of jacarandas in full bloom, but once out and away, the colour was as prolific, but much more varied. There are also huge banks of prickly pear beside the road and up the hillsides, all with hundreds of bright yellow flowers like plump fingers erupting from fleshy hands. The fields were mainly filled with olive groves and wheat ready for harvest, but we had brought some rain with us so harvest will have to wait until the crop becomes strippable again. The trees are quite varied, no idea what most of them are, but there are lots of cypress and pine of several species along with many other trees. One species of tree that I did recognise was the cork tree. Cork harvesting is an important industry here and we have seen some large groves of cork trees, often with piles of harvested cork under the trees.

Our hotel is quite wonderful. It is set in bushland and surrounded by wonderful gardens. There is a very arty feel about it, with paintings and sculptures everywhere. There are many little niches set into the walls, both outside and inside the rooms, with lovely little artworks displayed in them all. It is a really great place – but they badly need a sparky to do the place over. A lot of the electrical appliances, power points and light switches simply don’t work. We have reported a few from our room and some have been fixed, but more of them remain problematic and potentially quite dangerous. There is a slightly quirky mood to a lot of the artworks in that chooks are a very obvious component in many of them – but very cute and quaint too. The hotel was built by an art lover and collector, partly as a tribute to one particular artist and a potter and their delightful works are everywhere.

We were greeted on arrival with drinks, and once we were all settled in, we climbed up a very steep slope to a wonderful open-air bar overlooking the mountains and down into a very verdant valley (note the alliteration). We were plied with lots more drinks and some tasty morsels for an hour or so, before heading back down the hill for a huge lavish dinner. Heather got a ride down in a golf buggy with a couple of other women with mobility issues, while the rest of us walked. She caught her toe on the bedpost at our previous hotel and it is very bruised and painful, and I suspect it is broken. We are both struggling a little with the unaccustomed strenuous exercise but we will persevere – and we are by no means the worst of our fellow tourists. My biggest problem is my hips that are quite painful and make sleeping difficult.

The meal was touted as a suckling pig and there was a huge fireplace in the corner of the restaurant with about five pigs on spits. As fast as one was ready, it was passed through a sort of window to be carved and another took its place. But suckling pig was about the fifth or sixth course and we were all declining more and more food and drink that the staff were trying to fill our plates and glasses with. It was a huge meal, delicious but at least four or five times what we would normally eat.

The noise level in the restaurant was unbearable. Everything seems a lot louder here than at home. It is incessant and totally enveloping and at least twice as loud as we are accustomed to at home. It got so bad late in the dinner that I started to become confused – almost overwhelmed by it – and I had to leave the restaurant and stagger up to our room where I zonked out completely. I simply can’t cope with that level of noise for hour after hour after hour.

I woke up when Heather got back to our room and it was quite late before we both got to bed, but it had been a good event as an icebreaker with everyone more than a little happy and enjoying themselves. Our group had a corner of the restaurant to ourselves, but there would have been at least another hundred guests or ring-ins enjoying the feast and shouting their lungs out in other sections of the area.

Wednesday

After such a huge meal, we were a little more restrained at breakfast time. It was out on the terrace overlooking the spectacular gardens and the valley beyond, and there were dozens of things to choose from. All cold cuts except for boiled eggs and toast – although I later discovered that you could ask for other things like scrambled eggs, but the wait was a bit long.

We then all piled into four 4WDs and set off for the mountains. Two of the cars were very ancient LandRover ‘Troupies’ and they sat three across the back seat and squeezed four more of us in the rear section. It was really pretty absurd. They may have been suitable for teenagers who wanted the excitement of roughing it, but the seats were very narrow and too short to fit two bums on either side – as well as being too close together to allow us to straighten our legs. Getting into the back was a big challenge with only a single wobbly broken stirrup to hoist ourselves in – they were extremely uncomfortable to say the least and we all came out of the experience with huge bruises, scratches and scrapes and other minor injuries. (More than a week later, Heather still has several huge, nasty-looking purple bruises that will probably still be evident a month from now.) It was a pretty cruel experience and totally inappropriate for older folks like our group.

To make it all worse, the tracks we drove on were perhaps the worst I have seen and we had a crazy driver who seemed to delight in finding the most intense teeth-chattering, spine-crunching ruts and potholes to crash down into and lurch out of. It was agony, but at least we only had to suffer it for half the time because a couple of other hardy souls offered to swap with us halfway through the day.

The first place we went to was maybe ten or fifteen kilometres away, up the mountain to a clearing where they parked the cars and we climbed a couple of hundred metres with a guide who gave us some information, mainly relatively recent history, about the bandits, kidnappers and other brigands who lived in the mountains until the 1970s, when government incentives and police enforcement combined to encourage the criminals and murderers to join a more moderate society and the area is now regarded as quite safe. Our guide also gave us a modicum of information about a few of the plants and trees in the area, but it still puzzles me why we had to take the bone-shattering drive and the strenuous climb when nothing was said that could not have been said just as effectively back in the hotel. Nothwithstanding……

We returned the way we had come with an assurance that the next thirty or forty kilometres of road would be much smoother than the section where we had just had our bones rattled. In fact, it was far worse – our tour leader really is a dummy and seems to have no idea. He often has to ask our driver where we are going, how far it is and how long it will take – he amended his advice about how far it was to our hotel and when we would arrive on at least four separate occasions yesterday.

It was a frightful journey, a mammoth uphill climb, but we eventually arrived at a shepherds’ encampment. It was in a huge natural cave and was well equipped with gas cookers and all sorts of other things that goatherds might need. (It was also well-equipped in a very rustic way to capitalise on the whims of tourists and I suspect that tourism might well be their main source of income and keeping a few goats might be a sideline.)

We photographed a young kid and its nanny mother as well as a fairly uncooperative donkey, but in due course, a huge repast appeared and we ate wagonloads of food, including suckling pig, and disposed of many gallons of red wine. It was an interesting day, far too much to eat and drink, but certainly a fascinating perspective of the mountain shepherds’ lives. In that regard, I think the 4WDs served their purpose well, but there should have been six vehicles instead of four, and the Troupies should have been updated twenty years ago.

I believe some stern injunctions were issued to our driver and he seemed much more in control of his driving and aware of his passengers’ fragilities on the way back to the hotel. It was still a very rough and painful ride, but we arrived back at the hotel with minimal additional bruising. We were on our own for dinner that night so we went down to the restaurant at 6.30 for dinner, only to find that it didn't open until 8pm. In due course, we returned to enjoy another huge meal, this time around a corner of the restaurant from most of our party, so a little escape (and a little less noise) was very welcome.

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chicagolive · 1 year

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Hey there! Holiday anon here!!

I’ve been trying to read more so I really appreciate the book recs in your last message! Here’s to hoping we both enjoy Hail Mary!

I’m very lucky to have self titled in pink! I bought it around two years ago now I think? And I found it at a steal honestly compared to the $200+ people were listing it for so it was very much a chance thing.

I have all but midnight memories on vinyl because I think they’ve yet to press it and I hope the color is nice but I honestly doubt it however I will buy it either way just to have it on vinyl. Idk why but I have a feeling urban outfitters (who’s been pressing the 1D color vinyls recently) are gonna make it like a weird neon yellow??? They’re not gonna do red unfortunately even though that’s the main color of the album because they made four red for some reason? The colors they’ve picked for the albums have honestly not been very complementary or like matching other than them making mitam blue since blue and orange are complementary.

Anyways, you can definitely add me to your rob list lol, when you come to rob me we’ll just chill and listen!! I’m not sure if there’s one vinyl I listen to more than the rest buuut self titled really is a different experience on vinyl.

Those are such stunning paintings! And Italy! How fun and exciting!!! I’ve never left the US and I’ve rarely left my state as well but I’m hoping one day to travel more in and out of the US!!!

Such a cool thing to go to school for, I hope the new year brings a spark as well!!! And oooo that sounds like a look!!! Jean on Jean, I’m not sure I could pull that off. I’ve not seen heartstopper, it just doesn’t seem up my alley and I’ve yet to check out young royals but a few people I follow post about it so maybe I’ll watch it and get into it like through osmosis lol. Like my book interest, the shows I watch are skewed more towards sci-fi, thrillers, psychological, horror and sometimes comedy dramas! One of the best shows I’ve watched this year is The Devils Hour and then in all honesty, one of the best shows I’ve seen in literal years this year is Severance, starring Adam Scott. Barry is very good too!! There’s tons more but of course I can’t seem to remember them atm.

For pets I’ve only ever had dachshunds and pitbulls! Would you believe that the dachshund was the meanest one out of the two? He was an old man who had no problem biting !!! And good answer! That transition period is a good one, I love it.

Alright, speed round again!! If you could pick, what would be your dream thing to do for the rest of your life? Like if you could do anything, logistics not factoring in. Like for me, I’d love to be somewhat of a NatGeo photographer I just think it would be amazing. Do you play any video games? If so what’s your favorite? Even if you don’t play do you have a favorite to watch others play? Do you have a topic you could rant about at any time? For me it’s the decline of physical media recently. I love to rant about it because it breaks my heart and I have a love for it. And I could rant about some characters as well buuut I feel that’s not as the same. One last one here, if you play Mario party games, who do you tend to pick as your player?

Hope this message reaches you well and that you’ve had a lovely day! Again, sorry for the length, I know it’s not a big deal but I can’t help but apologize! I just feel the need to reply to everything and just rant and chat!

-🎉❄️

Hello, hun!! Hope your weekend was a nice and relaxing one!!✨

I would literally do anything for the pink self-titled just so I can say that I have it!! It’s so pretty and you are such a lucky person to be able to obtain it!! If you don’t mind, I would love to see a picture of it!! 🥺

I have the little 7” midnight memories picture disc that has the midnight memories single on one side and Rock Me (Live) on the other!! I can’t wait until they press the whole album on vinyl! If urban outfitters does decide to press it, they really should make it red instead of having four being red!! They could have pressed four in like a brown that resembled wood, if that makes any sense!! Or they could have pressed it in Louis blue, as I love to call it lol. I think it would go very well with the color scheme at the time!! If they do decide to do it in a neon yellow, I wouldn’t mind cause I actually enjoy the color yellow lol.

Honestly, I would love that!! We could listen to it together while talking about how much self-tiled was a cultural reset on our society as we know it lol. What’s your favorite track off of self-titled? Mine would have to be a tie between Only Angel and Meet Me in the Hallway!! I could also ask your favs. on the other boy’s albums!!?!? Louis’ would be fearless, walls, Chicago, all this time, miss you, the list goes on!! Niall’s would be heartbreak weather (single), still, and mirrors!! For zayn, I have too many favorites, so for the sake of this ask, I’m gonna say the entirety of Icarus Falls!! Liam’s music doesn’t really intrigue me as much as the other boys, but I do enjoy his song slow!!

I was also someone who didn’t really leave the states unless it was to go to Puerto Rico to visit family, so Italy was truly an experience I will hold near and dear in my heart, even though it was a very short lived trip!! I’d say if you have the opportunity to go, please do!! I recommend!!

I haven’t heard many things about severance, but I have seen some people talk about it here and there, so I would like to look more into it as well as the devils hour!!

I believe you when you say that the smaller dogs are the most expressive and outgoing ones compared to the larger ones!! Pitbulls are just gentle giants while smaller breeds like chihuahuas and dachshunds can be the meanest little things!! My grandmother has a little chihuahua, but she’s the nicest little old lady you would ever lay your eyes on!! She has her moments, but I would die for her!!

Speed Round!! I thoroughly enjoy these speed round questions, so keep them coming lol. I’ll do my best to answer them!! Dream job w/ no logistics? Honestly, if I can just hang out with animals and get paid for it, I would!! When you said you would be a NatGeo photographer, that’s such a good answer!! To say something a little different, I would probably teach art to high schoolers, but without the added stress of having to be a higher education instructor!!

Video Games!? Oh, honey, I love me a good video game!! To hit two birds with one stone, I can talk about video games for hours!! As of right now, I haven’t been playing too many things, but the most recent games I’ve been playing have been Legend of Zelda: Breathe of the Wild and Cult of the Lamb!! I also really enjoy the Pokémon franchise, I would also say I can go on and on about Pokémon through a video game/aesthetic standpoint!! I feel the most comfortable playing games that resemble farming RPGs where you have to farm for items in order to progress. If you haven’t played many games before, I highly recommend Stardew valley!! It’s very good and it has such an in-depth story element to it!! My favorite video game character of all time has to be Kirby!! I truly love all things Kirby!! Lol. I do also love to watch people play video games I know I, myself, could never play just out of pure skill level that I don’t have for those types of genres. Markiplier/Jacksepticeye are the first two who ring a bell, but I’m also trying to branch out and find more people who record lets plays!! Mario Party/Kart Main? I am a hoe for Yoshi!! Every time my friends and I play, I have two be one of two options: Yoshi or Bowser Jr. If this paragraph didn’t already explain that I can go on for much longer, then idk what will lol.

I agree with you 10000% in terms of declining physical media!! I missed having physical things that I can hold onto to acquire that memory of a specific time in my life!! That’s probably why I have to many trinkets due to not being able to have many of them when I was younger, but now having adult money, I can literally buy what I please!! Because of this, over quarantine is when I started to pick up cd/vinyl collecting that I missed out on when I was younger!! I’ve always wanted to have all the 1d cds in physical form (now I do and I have them all in a frame on my dresser in my room!!). What physical media do you miss the most?

Keep the long asks coming!! I really am enjoying the conversation as time goes on!! 🎄✨

#holiday pals 🎄✨#asks

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anythingforourmoonysstuff · 2 years

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okay, firstly, the zayn thing?? OH MY GORD. AMAZING. AHHHH. IT HAS TO BE A SIGN!!

let’s take a moment to appreciate this man.

sadly, i don’t know how to do the page break. sorry!your favourite flower is so pretty! i’m glad that people can’t pick them, they’re too nice to be picked. the colors are cute too. did you subconsciously pick photos of red and green shutters (art heist, baby!) or were you making a reference? also swimming??? pls don’t do a regulus, that would be so sad 😭 im also adding your songs to my playlist!

current additions:

this feeling - the chainsmokers & kelsea ballerini

lovely - billie eilish & khalid

valerie - the glee cast version

give me love - ed sheeran

somewhere only we know - darren criss

now for my questions!

the song i’d use to describe myself would have to be: bad child - tones and i (very sirius black, i know)

my comfort colors: honestly? any type of pastels but particularly blue, pink and yellow

a character i relate to: there’s actually a few. let’s see, amy marsh - little women. alaska young - looking for alaska. regulus black - harry potter. (the original) will grayson - will grayson, will grayson

and my love language: this one i actually had no idea. so i used the love language online quiz, and besides discovering that i have a praise kink, i’ve learnt that my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

now your questions (only if you want <3)

if you could live forever in a book, which one would you choose?

what’s your favourite thing to do when you’re bored?

if regulus and james were hanging off a cliff, who would you save first?

if you were giving 10 million dollars (or whatever your currency is) right now, what is the first thing you’d do with it? (something fun? not like saving it or buying a house)

what’s your hogwarts house?

- tmwb <3

So the colours I just felt described me best (I actually asked my mom today to give me three colours and she said the ones I chose so it was pretty accurate) but those pictures were definitely a reference to art heist, baby! I was looking for the colours and was drawn to those pictures and then realised and it was too good to not use them. That fic has truly taken over my life. And yep the swimming is truly ironic and every time I swim now I think of him… don’t worry though I can actually swim so I won’t pull a reggie

Yes that is very much Sirius of you (song choice) and I love pastels! I haven’t read will Grayson, will Grayson but I looked it up and will definitely add it to my list. Also, relating to regulus is honestly superior and he would definitely approve of this whole mysterious exchange:)

I love how I made you discover about your praise kink

So for the questions-

- my immediate thought was Harry Potter (it would have to be during the 70s though) and ideally the just lovers universe because a queer club and no war?? Yes please! The idea of magic and Hogwarts as a school has always appealed to me so it has to be that. can it be a fic? I’m gonna assume yes. Also I have to say Art heist, baby! is a close second because I just really want to learn more about art and plan+do a heist!!!!

- when I’m bored I love singing.It’s one of my favourite things to do full stop.

- now this question was just uncalled for. I’m sad and stressed and Idk what to do… there’s two ways this would go. Either I save James first because he’s strong and he can then help me save regulus or, I save regulus because that little shit is so determined and there’s no way he’s letting James fall. Realistically though, I would panic and call for remus because he would know what do do. Is this a cop out? Idk but I can’t decide!!! What would you do???? Edit because this was plaguing my mind- if the fall from the cliff led to water I would save reg first because no way am I gonna be responsible for him drowning

- ooo ok if I got that money I would give some of it to charities (I’m gonna say mainly animal shelters because animalssssss). But for the more fun stuff I would definitely go travelling. That’s always been my dream and with that money I could actually travel without having to be constantly worried about spending too much. I would also pay for sooo many acting classes because they are so fucking expensive🙄. I was gonna say more stuff but I just went back to the question and saw you said the first thing I would do so let’s just say travelling. I could do the other stuff after :)

- my Hogwarts house changes every time I do the quiz. I’ve mainly gotten slytherin and gryffindor so I’ll say a mix between the two? But I think if I actually went to Hogwarts it would be slytherin 🐍

Now for my questions-

- what’s your favourite animal? +would you consider yourself more of a cat or dog person?

- if you could choose to do anything for a day what would it be?

- what is your go to karaoke song?

- if you could go back in time, what year would you travel to?

Loving this playlist!!! I cried at somewhere only we know. Also, Valerie is one of the first songs I sang with my singing teacher so I absolutely love it! Amy winehouse is one of the greats and I know this was a different version but still. AND I SAW BILLIE EILISH SING LOVELY LIVE. IT WAS INCREDIBLE <3

Song for this ask- dream a little dream of me - Ella Fitzgerald

This song played at a restaurant today and I immediately added it to your playlist x

I think one big thing you’re learning about me through these is that I absolutely don’t know how to give simple straightforward responses😂 I am a good problem solver because of this though because my brain is always working on overdrive (not maths though, I suck at that).

#sweetheart 💛#sorry I took longer to reply I was out all day x

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rafescoke · 3 years

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you!

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)��s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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