#Monkeys trick bears.

[nobrashfestivity]

Anvar-i-Suhaili Indo-Persian miniature, Gujarat, 1600–1601.

Monkeys outwit bears.

From a manuscript of a collection of fables called “Anvar-i-Suhaili” by Hussei Vaiz Kashifi.

Ms. Or. 6317, fol. 124 v, London, British Library.

#Anvar-i-Suhaili #Indo-Persian miniature #Gujarat #1600–1601. #Monkeys trick bears. #From a manuscript of a collection of fables called “Anvar-i-Suhaili” by Hussei Vaiz Kashifi. #British Library. #illustration #books #persian miniature #indian minature #mughal miniature

[oneatlatime]

The Tales of Ba Sing Se PART 1

Once upon a time in Ba Sing Se, the Gaang got Appa back. The end. Please?

This title sounds rather expositiony, but last episode was already a plot/exposition dump, and a rather dark one at that. So who knows? Not me.

Sokka hun I think you're supposed to shave with a blade slightly less substantial than that.

I am fascinated by the hair loopies. I always thought that they were braided in, but they clip in. Does she have a magnet in her braid that they clip in to? A lego type system?

CAT

Toph's morning routine is uncomfortably close to mine.

I know Toph likes being slobby to stick it to the man, but wouldn't it also help with her spatial awareness if she's always sporting a healthy coating of earth? Maybe she can sense where her limbs are better or something?

"Spa day!" "Do I have to?" UNCOMFORTABLY CLOSE GUYS.

That has got to be torture. How would you like a pumice stone to the eyeballs?

Now THAT'S a healthy coating of earth.

You're not usually into that stuff? You got dolled up last episode.

Are there voice acting awards? Because whoever voiced these guys needs one. I have never in my life heard such perfectly distilled middle school clique bitch impression.

That's cathartic.

Katara's smothering/mothering tendencies usually annoy me, but it's a good thing those means girls happened when Katara was around, because this calls for serious hugs. I almost want to say that it's out of character to see Toph not be 100% sure of herself, but I think it adds character instead.

Do you think anyone's ever told Toph before that she's really pretty? Ever?

That's a good hug.

Is this short stories? Like an anthology? TALES of Ba Sing Se. Like day in the life? Ok. I'm going to break this up for ease of reading/writing.

The Tale of Iroh

If Iroh hadn't distinguished himself by making the best tea in the city, he would have come to everyone's attention anyway by single handedly fixing everyone's personal problems.

Bending soccer. Why didn't I think of that?

His voice is funny in this scene. Also isn't honour a fire nation thing?

One of my absolute favourite things about Iroh is that his philosophical side is always balanced out by a practical side. He's always philosophising but he's also always grounded. Sometimes hightailing it is what needs doing. Sometimes your sister is crazy and needs to go down.

You know you're bad at crime when your poor stance actually offends the guy you're mugging.

I also like how Iroh really doesn't moralise. He'll teach this guy what conditions the moonflower likes; he'll teach this guy how to mug better. Knowledge is for sharing, no judgment attached!

Random mugger speedruns Zuko's arc.

So pretty. It's been a while since there's been good pretty.

oh shit

ok

Now I have questions!

The Tale of Aang

Writers take note: You see this sad face? You see what you've done to my boy? You can reverse it with one simple trick! GIVE HIM APPA BACK.

I love this. Can't help Appa, so Aang helps every other animal in Ba Sing Se instead.

I want to know what this is. Monkey panther?

I didn't realise until now how tall platypus bears were.

CABBAGE GUY! HI!

Actual dragonflies. Punny.

I love these. My nomination for cutest atla animal.

I hope that wasn't required agricultural land. Should have put the zoo near the drill instead. That land already looked close to salted.

This was some Toph level bending. Love to see Aang's skills progress.

Turtle seal's got competition for cutest animal.

Just call this portion the petting zoo and it's a win.

The Tale of Sokka

Something I don't talk about enough is Sokka's supernatural skill with that boomerang. The realistic explanation is that he's spent every spare minute since receiving it honing his skills by chucking it at random piles of snow, but I like to think he's a boomerang bender. Actually wouldn't boomerang bending be a manifestation of latent airbending tendencies?

I make this face at lasagne.

I may have to make another Sokka's Stupid Faces post.

There is nothing oaflike about falling out of a window and into a Haiku. He was even polite about it!

Somebody introduce Sokka to flyting.

Forget about being a warrior, Aang needs to end this war yesterday so that Sokka can go be a poet. Warrior poet. He's way too creative to waste on cannon fodder.

Poetry bouncer. The longer I think about that the funnier it gets.

Betrayed by hubris.

A Poetry bouncer. Who comes up with this stuff? How do you come up with that? I keep thinking about a poetry bouncer and I keep giggling.

I'm breaking this post here as I'm reaching the image limit. Part 2 coming immediately!

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #the tales of ba sing se #airbender Sokka fanfic when?

[spark-my-nature]

We Are The Land - JTK

Camping Jake, anybody?

I'm back again with more self-indulgent fluffy smut. I'm such a sucker for Friends to Lovers, I can't help it. Enjoy loves!

Words: 11.1K

Summary: Josh drags you and the rest of the guys to the middle of nowhere on a camping trip, where he, Sam and Danny team up to get you and Jake together.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m&f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, very fluffy, you may vomit.

The stark white paint of the infamous Juck contrasted brighter than ever against the backdrop of trees. Josh twisted his keys, killing the engine as he turned to the rest of the group with his wide goofy grin, singing “We’re heeeeeere!”

You blinked your eyes open, taking in the dense woods outside the window. It was only a three hour drive up into the forested lake area, but Josh’s non-stop rambling stretched each minute into eternities. You loved Josh, truly, he was like a brother to you, but your eyelids felt heavy after half an hour. The foggy sleep-induced haze cleared from your mind slowly as you got your bearings, only then realizing that the warm shoulder your head was leaning on belonged to Jake. Quickly lifting your head from your pillow in his neck, you met his eyes with a blush. He was smiling down at you fondly, his warmth spreading through your thigh pressed to his. Your stomach flipped in that moment of intense connection. He whispered to you in the low rasp that drove you insane, “Well hello, sleeping beauty.”

You couldn’t remember falling asleep, only the seemingly endless stretch of driving as Josh brought all of you out to this camping spot he’d been raving about for months. Much to your giddy excitement, Danny called shotgun (on account of having the longest legs) ensuring that Jake would be squished in the backseat with you and Sam. You also suspected Danny made the call on purpose, his knowledge of your thing for Jake weighing his decision. That was confirmed from the subtle wink he shot you in the rearview mirror. Danny fancied himself quite the cupid ever since you confided in him several months ago. You’d latched onto Danny back in grade school, his soft-spoken nature only drawing you both closer as you grew up side by side. Despite your equally close friendship with the Kiszkas, Danny was the least likely to cause any problems with a secret like yours. He was most discreet, and never teased you once about your feelings.

You weren’t even sure when they started, those puppy-love feelings. Jake had always been cute, but you’d never seen him as more than the baby-faced goof that got stuck in the monkey bars. These days, though… nobody could deny Jake had grown into a gorgeous young man. These days, you were noticing the way his veiny hands stretched around the neck of his guitar, callused fingertips pushing and bending the strings. You noticed the way his hair fell around his shoulders, always looking effortless despite the rigorous care you knew he takes of it. You noticed the mischievous glimmer in his eyes when he picked on Sam, the heated, stormy darkness that overtook those same eyes when something sparked that fiery temper of his.

And you didn’t know if it was your mind playing tricks on you, convincing you of something that wasn’t there, but now as you blushed under his fond gaze, you thought you noticed the way his eyes flickered down to your lips and back, just for a moment before he blinked and turned away. You almost missed the light blush colouring his cheeks. Almost.

Clambering out of the visual atrocity of Josh’s jeep truck behind Sammy, you caught Daniel’s eye over the back of the vehicle. Danny was subtle, but he had the most shit-eating grin across his face. You shot him a playful glare, a silent warning to shut up, but he simply smirked wider and winked. Backpacks and sleeping bags covered your bright red face as they were pulled out. Sam started an argument with Josh over who should carry their tent down to the campsite, providing a much needed and entertaining distraction.

Josh clapped Sam on the back affectionately, “You’re young and spryer than me, Sammy boy. Do your elders a favor.” He looped the carrying strap of the tent case over Sam’s neck before he could protest, earning a huff from Sam, and a mumble about old geezers and old folks homes. You giggled at their antics, gearing up with your own sleeping bag and backpack. Danny snickered and circled around the Jeep, taking the, truthfully, heavy tent from his friend. Sam patted his back with a soft thanks, taking Danny’s light backpack in turn.

Jake and Josh set off, taking the lead, guiding the rest of you down the slight decline towards the spot Josh had in mind. Danny jogged up to walk beside you, Sam trailing closely behind.

“Shut it, Wagner.”

Danny laughed out loud, “I didn’t even say anything! Sam, did I say a single thing?”

Sam snorted behind you, “No, no you did not, why so snippy, bug?”

You turned your head and stuck your tongue out at him, making him smile and roll his eyes. Turning back to Danny, you squinted. “You were thinking thoughts.”

Danny giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I do that sometimes, you should try it,” he joked. You snorted at his teasing, shoving your shoulder into his arm playfully.

Sam sped up to walk on your other side, cocking his head curiously, “Wait, what am I missing here, why does Danny need to shut up?”

Danny raised his eyebrows at you, silently saying ‘up to you.’ You chewed on your lip for a second then turned to face Sam, who was getting antsier by the second, not liking being left out of anything.

You reached out your hands, slowing down both boys on either side of you to allow a little more distance between your trio and the twins ahead. Once they’d gained enough of a lead, you turned to Sam and grabbed his arm a little harder than necessary. His eyes widened as you began, “If you mention what I’m about to tell you to anyone outside the three of us, I will personally lace your veggie dogs with arsenic at the campfire tonight.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, conveying your seriousness despite the amusing threat. Sam’s brows furrowed, and he crossed his heart with his free arm. “I swear, bug, scouts honor, my lips are sealed,” he murmured worriedly.

You nodded and sighed. “I kinda… have feelings for your brother.” You looked straight ahead, unable to maintain eye contact once you spoke. In your peripheral, Sam’s eyes bucked, wide as saucers. “Josh?!” he hissed. You cringed as though scalded, “No, idiot, Jake!”

Danny chuckled on your other side. “More than feelings, you’re so in love with him it’s painful to watch. Thank god she finally told you, man,” Danny smiled at Sam, “it was killing me.”

Sam’s eyes shot between yours and Danny’s as you kept walking, keeping enough distance between you and the boys in question. You could watch his brain process this revelation by the expressions on his face. You almost laughed, but your vulnerability overwhelmed the humor. Finally, Sam smiled wide, his grin unnervingly similar to Danny’s scheming smirk.

He cleared his throat. “Daniel?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“You know what we must do, right?”

Danny giggled, “What is that, Samuel?”

Your eyes darted between them, panic rising as they talked. “No, nononono, no, no doing, there will be absolutely no doing of anything, no!”

Sam giggled at your misery. “I’m so glad we went for that family size tent,” he sing-songed to Danny, ignoring you. Danny chuckled, “Oh? And why would that be?”

You shot daggers into Sam, mentally shoving his smug face in a bucket of water. “Well, funny you should ask, Daniel. I was just thinking about how the tent has these section, divider thingies, y’know, like rooms within the tent?”

Danny’s face spread into a wide smirk, catching on to Sam’s debauchery. “Ahh, how conveniently designed.”

Sam nodded in faux astonishment, “Indeed, quite the engineering feat, these tent designers have accomplished. So many uses for that extra privacy,” he turned his face to you, pointedly.

Your face was likely scarlet, but you had no time to talk them out of this plan before your brave twin leaders stopped, dropping their equipment in a small clearing. As you approached, you elbowed Sam’s ribs, with a final warning hiss, “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll lose a certain undersized appendage.” Danny snorted, snickering as Sam huffed defensively.

Forcing a smile as you came up to the two boys, your heart fluttered at the sight of Jake, now with the hairbrained scheming of your best friends swirling in your mind. What if you did end up sharing a section with him? Would it be awkward? How close would you have to lie? What if you snored? Your head spun, and you out at the view to shut off your racing thoughts.

The trees offered shade and privacy, but through them you could clearly see the sky-blue of the lake, reflections of trees and clouds creating a gorgeous mirror. The water gently lapped at the pebbled shore, soft bird calls and frogs creating a symphony of nature’s music. Your shoulders involuntarily relaxed, smiling softly at the scenery. Josh was right, this was something special. You turned to tell him that, but your eyes caught on Jake’s face, his eyes widening and his gaze quickly tearing away from you.

You felt your heart skip a beat, wondering if he was really looking at you just then. Deciding not to dwell on it, you walked up to Josh, playfully punching his shoulder as Sam and Danny started unzipping the tent bag. “I suppose the trip and the hike was worth it, this is pretty fuckin’ nice,” you smiled. Josh beamed back at you, “What did I tell you, Bug? Jeez, have I ever led you astray?” You giggled, your mouth opening, Josh interrupting immediately, “Nope, don’t answer that.”

Jake snickered and squatted down to help pull out some poles. You grinned, knowing that he loved watching you tease his twin, and you loved making him laugh.

Josh set off to relieve himself in the bushes, leaving you and Jake to your own devices as the two younger boys worked on your shelter for the night. You gave him a shy smile, gesturing to the woods. “Wanna go collect some firewood?”

He returned the smile, nodding, “Yeah, lead the way, bug.”

Both of you started off into the thick forest, careful not to get too far away as you bent over picking up kindling and logs. It was comfortably quiet between you, but you still felt nervous being alone with him, wanting to keep him laughing. Your worst fear was Jake thinking you were boring, or lame or something. Glancing around the forest floor, you reached for a stick, only to grab the same one Jake also went for. Pulling at the same time, you quickly made eye contact, you giggling shyly. “Sorry-“ “My bad-“ Jake chuckled at your mutual interruptions, handing you the stick. “Here, all yours.”

You took it and joked, “You’re so generous, Jacob,” adding it to your stack under your arm.

He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “Well, y’know, sticks like that are hard to come by. Rare and valuable resource.” You giggled at his joke, side-eyeing him. He looked over at you, smiling with that same fond smile from the car. Your stomach flipped, and you quickly looked away, clearing your throat.

“This is… probably good for now, I guess,” you inspected your bundle of wood. Jake shook his head quickly, then nodded, “Uhm, yeah, should do us for a while, anyway.”

Your eyes met for another lingering moment, then Jake extended his free arm. He snaked it around your waist and began walking you back to the campsite, his hand resting on your lower back.

Surely he must be hearing your heart pounding this hard. You never had to focus so hard on walking before, but you were terrified you’d trip and eat mud right in front of him. He was holding you, why was he holding you? A part of your brain tried to convince you he was always touchy, the whole family was. Hell, Josh linked his arm with you so often Sam called you two a chain-link fence. But Jake had never done something like this before. This was undeniably… romantic. The two of you, strolling through the woods, with his arm around you like he was your boyf-

You mentally shook those thoughts away. Dangerous territory, getting your hopes up that high. Moments like these happened just often enough to build up a tiny spark of hope, only for you to squash them down before you got too invested. Jake didn’t see you that way, he never said anything. A few times you thought he might, though. One time that came to mind was that evening of the fourth of July. You’d been battling the heat with strawberry wine coolers, hanging around the pool all afternoon with the guys. Your bathing suit was still damp, clinging to your body as Josh and Danny got the fireworks ready. From your lounge chair, you saw Jake coming around the deck in your peripheral. He sat beside you on the arm of your chair, watching his Danny’s half-hearted attempt to reel Josh back to reality. Your heart rate picked up, as it always did around Jake these days. You chanced a peek up at him, and as though reading your mind, he looked down at you. His eyes were warm, slightly hazy from the beers. Your breath hitched as you watched his eyes travel down your face, eyeing your lips. You swallowed, parting them slightly as his hand reached over, cupping your jaw softly.

“You’re really something, Bug, I’m glad you’re here,” he’d murmured quietly, a revelation just for your ears. You looked up at him in awe, unable to believe this tender, intimate moment was really happening outside your imagination. “You having fun?” he continued, but all words flew out the window when his thumb swiped along your bottom lip. You simply blinked up at him, innocently stunned, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in a little closer. You mustered up all your courage, and you were just about to press a kiss to his thumb pad when-

Tsssssssss- The sudden explosion of the first firework jolted both of you back into the real world. Jake straightened, his arm retreating from your face. His cheeks flushed scarlet, and he stood, quickly walking back into the house.

Your head was running a mile a minute, so dizzying that you didn’t even notice Danny come up to you, kneeling at your feet. He’d watched the whole thing unfold with bated breath, cringing equally as hard when Josh’s firework interrupted what could’ve been an incredible moment.

“Hey, bug-a-boo… what happened there?” he whispered, taking your shaky hand in his large warm one. You were thankful for his ever present stability, one of your favourite of his qualities.

You exhaled long and slow, meeting his concerned gaze. “I have no idea… I thought… I thought he was going to-“ you bit your lip, willing away the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes. Danny reached up, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back as he squished beside you on the large lounger.

“Heyyyy, shhhh, don’t be upset,” he cooed softly.

You nodded, swallowing harshly, “No I’m fine, sorry, I just… that was weird.”

Danny nodded, “Well, if you ask me, it wasn’t weird at all.” You met his gaze again, his eyes warm and comforting, silently assuring you that you were safe and secure. You leaned into him with a nod, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“He looked at me so… so tenderly,” you breathed faintly, relaxing in Danny’s hug

Danny smiled into your hair, humming softly. “He always looks at you like that, Bug. You just haven’t noticed.”

Jake stepped back into the clearing beside you, forcing you back to reality. His arm dropped to your dismay, purely to set the sticks down, but you still felt the loss. He must have felt your gaze on him as he arranged the wood in the firepit, because he turned over his shoulder, catching you staring. He smirked as you blushed furiously and turned away, dropping your pile of wood next to his and trotting over to the others.

The tent was nearly completely set up, Josh having returned to give Sam and Danny another hand. You gawked at its size as you approached it. Sam wasn’t kidding when he said this thing was like a hotel. It was bigger than your entire bedroom, and tall enough to comfortably stand in. Danny was only slightly hunched inside as he held up the support rod.

“Okay, yeahhhh, baby, take it all,” Sam joked crudely, pushing the tent pole through the side slot. You snorted, getting his attention. He smiled cheekily at you, “Oh hello, bug, how was your romantic walk in the woods?” You shot him a glare, your heart skipping a beat, knowing Josh definitely heard that. Sure enough, his curly head peeked out the rear door of the tent and looked at you suspiciously.

“What’s this about a romantic walk?” he questioned, dramatically suspicious. You blushed, stepping back, “Nothing, Sam’s an idiot, I wasn’t-“

“Aht! Not so fast,” Josh squinted, retreating from the window and crawling out of the tent to slide up to you, a finger pointed accusingly. “You were back there with Jake,” he noted.

Your eyes darted between him and Sam, wordlessly threatening Sam’s life in a million painful ways. You stepped backwards again, Josh stepping forward right along with you. “S-so? We were getting firewood,” you stammered unconvincingly. Josh raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Oh, so the googoo eyes you’ve been sending him for months were nothing?” Your eyes widened helplessly and you stepped back again, only for him to corner you against a tree. His lips cracked into a wide smile, his suspicious eyes softening. “You like my brother, don’t you, Bug?”

You chewed on your lip, looking down and playing with your shirt’s hem. “Maybe,” you mumbled.

Josh’s grin doubled, and he grabbed your shoulders, shaking them as he jumped up and down excitedly. “This is so great,” Josh whisper squealed.

You giggled at his enthusiasm, relaxing slightly. “Why is it great Josh? I have a stupid crush on your stupid twin who doesn’t even see me like that, which means I’m stupid.” You rolled your eyes, shoving his hands off you playfully.

Josh bounced around you as you walked back up to the tent. “No, no this is great. This is better than great, you guys would be so cute together, does he know? Oh my god, can I tell him?” Josh buzzed frantically.

You shook your head profusely, grabbing his shoulders this time, holding him steady. “Josh. No. Please don’t tell him, he doesn’t like me like that, it’ll ruin everything,” you implored, desperation leaking into your voice.

Josh’s face dropped at your words. “What? Of course he does, why- what gives you the idea he doesn’t? Did he tell you that?” Josh’s face hardened, “Did he say something to hurt you?”

You rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, “No, sweetie, of course not, Jake wouldn’t hurt me, I just… he’s never said anything at all. That’s the problem,” you chuckled humorlessly.

Your friend relaxed, prying your hands off his shoulders and holding them in his, watching your face seriously. “Believe me, if he hasn’t told you so, it’s just because he’s too scared.” Josh’s voice softened, hushing even more so his youngest brother and friend didn’t hear, “He looks at you like you’re his entire universe, mama. Believe me, I grew up with him. We have the same face,” he chuckled. “I know his expressions well, the way he looks at girls, the way he looks at you. You should tell him, you might be pleasantly surprised.”

Josh gave you an imploring look, nodding with his eyes in Jakes direction, letting your hands go. You followed his glance, landing on Jake’s form by the enormous stacked up pile of sticks. You watched him stand straight, hands up cautiously as he placed the last stick, balancing out the pyramid of wood and backing away. He relaxed and smiled wide in triumph when it didn’t collapse, immediately turning around and landing his gaze on you. His eyes shone with pride, and something else. Something tender, something sweet and fond. Your heart fluttered, returning his excited smile.

Maybe Josh was right.

After the sun had gone down, and the only noises coming from the frogs and the crackling, dying fire, your heavy eyes skimmed around the circle. Your heart felt so full, surrounded by the people you loved most in this world, connected with nature and swaying to the soft John Denver song Jake strummed lazily. He sat closest to you, angled beside you in his folding chair. His hair fell over his face gently, which he pursed his lips and blew out of his eyes. It looked so soft. He looked so soft. His eyes reflected the firelight, but they seemed to glow from within as he played. Your eyes traveled down to his soft, pillowy lips, slightly parted in concentration. His sweet button nose gleamed slightly pink from the drinks and the warm fire, and his brows knit and relaxed with the music he made. Down his body, you watched his hands dance across the frets. The veins and muscles of his rough hands delicately flexed as he moved from chord to chord, strumming and picking intricately. His nails were always so clean and well tended, even on a camping trip where he’d been handling dirt and sticks all day.

He looked devastatingly gorgeous. The urge to scoot up to him and kiss him was nearly painful. You sighed quietly and tore your eyes away from him, fiddling with your hands in thought. Quietly, Danny stood up from his place across from you where he’d observed your lovesick ogling. He moved to sit beside you, handing you a long stick with a marshmallow on the end. You took it, giggling softly and thanking him. He nodded with a smile, ruffling your hair. You swatted him away as he stood back up, heading to the tent. “I’m turning in, lads. Don’t start a forest fire, please,” he called, stepping into the nylon suite.

You giggled, shooting a teasing look at Josh as you held your marshmallow stick over the coals. He threw his hands up across from you, smiling playfully. “Can’t start a fire if I’m going to bed too, bug.” He slapped his thighs and stood up with a groan, his inner grandpa shining through. Stretching his back, you caught him nudge Sam’s foot with his, subtly telling him to come with. Sam cleared his throat, looking from Josh to Jake to you. “Yeah, same here, long day and all, goodnight kids,” he smiled mischievously at you. Jake looked up at his brothers as they scurried away into the tent. You could hear the childish giggles inside the tent from way over by the fire and you rolled your eyes, sharing a knowing smile with Jake.

You tucked your knees up under your chin, shivering slightly in the cool air, the dying embers of the fire no longer keeping you warm. Jake furrowed his brow, watching you shrink into yourself, and he huffed, standing up and placing his guitar down gently in the chair and picking them both up, placing them directly beside you. You bit your lip shyly as Jake lifted his guitar again into his lap as he sat down, pulling off his faux-sheepskin lined denim jacket. He shifted in his seat, untangling his arms from it, and then brought it around to drape it over your shoulders. “There we go…” he muttered softly, arranging it around your body, “…better?”

You felt nauseous with butterflies. His scent surrounding you, his proximity, his warm soft jacket, the gesture itself… your head spun, but you managed to force out, “Y-yeah, thank you, Jake.” The only noise was the crickets chirping in the surrounding foliage, nothing to distract you from the boy beside you. It dawned on you that you were being set up by the other three miscreants, but you were undeniably enjoying their matchmaking, out here alone with Jake. It was such an intimate moment, you screamed at yourself to do something.

Your stomach flipped, but you turned your head to look at Jake anyway. Only to find his eyes already trained on you. His cheeks tinted pink, but he didn’t look away. Your eyes locked, and it could have been a split second or half an hour, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

He finally swallowed, looking down. “You ever play guitar anymore?” he asked softly.

You smiled softly. “No, haven’t since high school, I think.”

Jake nodded, smiling softly, and he reached over into your lap. Your breath hitched as his hand wrapped around yours. He guided the guitar between the both of you, half on your lap and half in his, making his thigh brush against yours. He gently placed your hand around the neck of his acoustic, shaping your fingers into the chord. He looked pointedly at your other hand, hinting for you to strum. You giggled under your breath and drug your thumb down the six strings. He smiled wide, glancing at you briefly before moving your fingers again. “Good, now this one,” he muttered to you. You strummed again, your hand warming up under his. He nodded, “Nice, then G,” he shaped your hand again, this time pulling your arm slightly to drop your wrist, easing the stretch of  the chord in your hand. You strummed, but your eyes were lost in his profile, illuminated by the moonlight above. He looked ethereal, like he wasn’t even real.

He moved your fingers back to their original position, letting you strum again, and smiling brightly up at you. “There you go, now you can play practically every song on the radio since the fifties,” he chuckled.

You giggled, “How’s that?” Wanting to hear anything he had to say about music, or anything he wanted. Just wanting to hear his voice, really. It was so soft, raspy from the toke earlier in the evening and breathy in your close proximity.

 He looked down at his hand, still wrapped warmly around your smaller one on the neck. “Those four chords comprise about ninety percent of western music,” he said, smirking, “and honestly, about ninety percent of our music.”

You giggled, tilting your head to look at him. “I dunno, I think there’s a lot more to your music than four chords,” you told him softly. “I think there’s something… really special about the songs you write.”

Jake’s eyes fluttered up to meet yours, and you saw the same vulnerable, tender warmth in his eyes you convinced yourself you made up all those times before. “Thank you,” he said softly, you nodding once in acknowledgement.

He exhaled softly, eyeing your face, and bring his hand away from yours around the neck of his guitar to cup your jaw softly. You leaned into his touch, terrified he’d run away again.

He gave you a fond, crooked smile, before muttering quietly, “I think there’s something really special about you, Bug.”

You smiled shyly at him, feeling your cheeks heating up, not from his hand. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded once, his eyes dipping questioningly to your lips and back. You met his intense gaze, and all the screaming, panicked frenzied voices in your head were suddenly muted. He leaned forward slowly, and you did too, keeping your eyes on his until his nose brushed against yours shyly. His breath fanned across your lips as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

You grinned far too wide for the moment, and nodded gently, closing the gap between your mouth and his.

Your lips molded together in a dizzying warmth. Kissing Jake was so much better than any daydream, his lips were supple and soft, and he pressed them to yours with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The hand that was still holding your jaw slipped back into your hair, gently holding your head close. His lips parted, realigning with yours at more of an angle, deepening the kiss. You faintly whimpered in your throat, his hot breath mixing with yours as the kiss got more intense. Jake seemed to like your little noise, a quiet sigh slipping from his lips. With a closing kiss, he gently pulled away from you. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and giddy. You couldn’t help the goofy smile that stretched your cheeks. To your credit, Jake had a similarly stunned smile as he trailed his eyes over your face.

You couldn’t help the shy giggle that bubbled out of you, either. Jake smiled wider at your laughter, leaning back a little farther to see you more clearly. You bit your lip, softly confiding to him, “I’ve wanted that for a really long time.” His eyes almost seemed to droop as a lovesick grin took over his boyish face.

“God, me too,” he chuckled, shaking his head gently. You internally squealed and jumped in a circle, his confirmation all you’d ever wanted and more.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we,” you looked down bashfully. Jake sighed contentedly, “Oh yeah. Morons.” He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose, and smiling at the way you squirmed slightly and blushed.

He stood up then, opening his guitar case and laying his baby down securely, latching it up and then quickly tossing the bucket of water over the few remaining embers.

Guitar case in hand, he reached out his other one to you, smiling shyly. Your heart fluttered, taking his hand and standing up. He watched your face, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. You giggled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you trying to make me melt, Kiszka?”

He smiled wide, stepping away from the chairs and leading you to the tent. “And if I am?”

You bit your lip, “It’s working,” you confessed. He looked back at you over his shoulder, absolutely glowing under the moonlight. Your stomach flip-flopped again, and you felt yourself falling for him all over again. His eyes twinkled as he turned fully to face you, drawing you into his body. You were about ten feet from the tent, so you made sure to stifle the surprised giggle. Jake set his guitar case on the ground beside you, snaking both arms around your waist. You sighed softly, stepping impossibly closer to his body, your arms instinctively lacing around his neck.

“Good,” he whispered. “Cause you turn me into a puddle every single time I look at you.” One of his hands slid lovingly up your back as he looked down at you.

You tightened your arms around him, drawing him down to you tentatively. It was still sinking in that you kissed Jake, that you could kiss him again. You never wanted to stop, now, drunk on his lips.

He smiled softly as he pressed his lips to yours once more. You felt him smiling against your lips, and he pulled back just enough to whisper, “God, I can’t believe I’m kissing you.” He giggled breathily, returning to kiss you again. You huffed a quiet laugh through your nose, returning his kiss eagerly. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping it gently, which made his legs falter. You stumbled forward into a tree, effectively pinning Jake against it as your mouths feverishly wrestled. He let out a strangled moan into your mouth, slipping his tongue against yours hungrily. You broke away, slightly out of breath, looking up into his darkened eyes.

For a few seconds, you both just stared at each other, mutually drinking in the flustered face in front of you. Jake cracked a crooked smile, whispering softly, “Wish we had our own tent.”

You blushed at his words, giggling breathlessly in surprise. “Naughty,” you joked quietly, biting your lip.

Jake flushed and his eyes widened, “I meant so I could kiss you more, I didn’t- I mean I want- but I mea-“ You giggled, shutting him up  with a kiss. He melted in your touch, sighing softly as you pulled away. You gave him a bright grin.

“Well… you sort of get your wish.”

Jake furrowed his brow, “How’s that?”

You looked down shyly. “The other guys… they knew,” you clear your throat, “they knew I liked you, and well… I think if we go into that tent, we’re gonna find an empty section of it meant for us,” you finished, smirking bashfully.

Jake’s confused look morphed into a shit eating grin. “You been talkin’ to them about me, huh?” He cocked his head in mock arrogance.

You playfully thumped his shoulder. “You shush.”

He giggled, drawing you into him for another kiss in the night air. “That’s cute,” he said lowly against your lips.

You lightly nipped his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “What, you never talked to Josh about me?”

Now it was Jake’s turn to blush. His eyes darted nervously, quietly mumbling, “Yeah, maybe…” You smiled wider, pulling him impossibly closer and kissing his jaw, earning you a soft sigh.

“What did you talk about?” you whispered against his adorable little dimple, pressing a kiss to it.

Jake was unraveling at your flirty touches, getting increasingly flustered. “I- uhm, we talked… sometimes… well I talked, he listened,” he smirked bashfully, “Just… cute things you did… funny things you said to me, or like, certain dresses you wore, cute ways you’d do your hair,” he ran his fingers through your hair, causing you to shiver. You looked up at him, doe-eyed, hoping he’d continue.

“Sometimes I’d uhhh…” he blushed, swallowing, then shaking his head.

You smiled encouragingly, “You’d what, babe?”

His jaw fell open slightly, clearly enjoying your new use of the pet name. “I’d… I guess, theorize? About what kissing you would be like,” he ended with a breathy whisper.

You blushed, but you were absolutely beaming at the revelation. You stood on your tiptoes, pecking his lips teasingly, then turning and pulling him with you towards the tent’s door without another word.

You paused at the door, listened for a second, hearing no snoring. You rolled your eyes, knowing they were definitely eavesdropping, and you unzipped the entrance, stepping inside and kicking your sandals off. Jake followed suit, and you made eye-contact, winking at him before you stepped over the bodies of your friends, not-so-gently stepping on Sam’s leg.

“OW- fuck,” he hissed, curling into himself. You and Jake laughed, joined by Danny and Josh who’d given up their façade as well, and you nudged his lanky frame with your foot, “Sorry Sammy, didn’t see ya there!” You gave him your best innocent face, to which he groaned and rolled away from you. “Meanie.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and unzipped the inside door to the next segment of the tent. You let Jake step in beside you, and after you zipped up the door, you heard Josh giggling on the other side, a quiet “Ooo la la,” quickly followed by a muffled “Oof-“ as presumably Danny kicked him.

You and Jake made eye contact and held back a laugh, unfurling your sleeping bags.

You bit your lip, laying yours beside Jake’s well-loved blue plaid one. “You still got that thing?”

He followed your eyes to his sleeping bag, and nodded, “Yeah, lots of memories in that thing,” he smirked.

You gave him a disgusted look, to which he laughed and quickly said “Not that, ew.”

You giggled, feeling giddy still, “Ew? What, do girls have cooties, Jacob?”

He snorted, shaking his head and flopping down, wiggling his legs into the sack. “Yeah, keep your distance, will ya?”

You responded by flopping down beside him, then promptly wiggling like an oversized caterpillar towards him until your sides were pressed together. You flashed him a wide smile, and he giggled, “Oh shit, well now I’m already contaminated. Guess we may as well quarantine together.”

You snickered, bringing your voice down to a hushed whisper, guaranteeing only Jake’s ears would hear you. “I heard kissing is a great way to boost the immune system, y’know.”

He turned his head, leaning up on his elbow over you, smug as anything. “I’ve heard that too, we’d better try it. For science, you know,” he leaned down with a smirk.

You nodded quickly, “For science.” His lips met yours, skipping the gentle hesitant kisses and slipping his tongue immediately along your bottom lip. You held back a moan at his boldness, losing yourself into the sensations as you made out with your crush in a tent. High school you would’ve fainted if she could see you now. Jakes hand roamed up from its place on your shoulder, smoothing along your neck and collarbones. His hot, wet kisses consumed your every thought, and he slid his hand southward more. You gasped slightly into his mouth as it cupped your boob, and he quickly pulled back, retracting his hand as well.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have, I should’ve asked-“ He cupped your cheek apologetically, and you quieted him with a kiss for the second time. Quite effective method, you noted to yourself.

You gave him a cheeky smile. “No, it was a good gasp, I liked it,” you breathed, taking his hand in yours and guiding back to your chest. His face quickly morphed from regret to relief, then to hunger. “Oh,” he choked out.

Diving back down to resume the kiss, he ran his hand down your front. You whimpered quietly into the heated kiss, and he took it as encouragement, slipping his chilly hand under your shirt. You flinched slightly at the temperature shock, earning you a playful giggle from Jake, who promptly flattened his freezing hand against your stomach. You hissed, squirming under his touch with a breathless giggle, “No, you’re fucking frozen solid!”

He nodded, smiling mischievously, flipping his hand and pressing the equally cold back of his hand against you.

You squealed silently and shoved his hand away, quickly pushing him back and rolling to lean over him, pinning his icicle hands above his head. “What are you, dead?? Why’re you so cold, huh?”

His face quickly twisted in surprise and lust, and you realized the nature of your position over him. You blushed and smiled smugly, pecking his nose and falling back into your own sleeping bag. Jake exhaled beside you, and you pretended not to notice the way he adjusted his sweatpants.

You shivered, “you gave me a chill, Cob.”

He rolled his eyes and snickered at the use of that nickname, looking at you playfully. “First of all, don’t fucking call me that, for the hundredth time, and second of all, why don’t we warm each other up?”

You blushed, looking at him hesitantly. He broke into a smile, “I just mean sharing a sleeping bag, God, I swear I don’t think with my dick that much.” He shook his head.

You giggled, “You’re the one with the euphemisms, what do you expect me to think?”

He tsked at you, “Dirty mind, you have.” He unzipped his sleeping bag, holding up the edge to you invitingly, smiling hopefully at you. You couldn’t resist that adorable face, and you wrinkled your nose as you gave in, wiggling around until you were encapsulated in his bag, your own fully unzipped and laid over the both of you like a blanket.

You sighed and relaxed into Jakes body, resting your hand on his chest. “God, I never would’ve thought the day would end like this,” you mumbled contentedly. Jake grinned wide, kissing your forehead. “Yeah, same, but I’m so, so glad it did,” he told you softly. You smiled, burying your face into his neck shyly, and hesitantly bring your leg up to hook around his. You paused for a second, “this okay?”

He hummed his approval, nuzzling into the top of your head and snaking his arms around you in return. You could’ve died right then and there, happier than you can ever remember being.

“Perfect,” he mumbled, mouth squished against your hair. You bit your lip, inwardly squealing once more. You squeezed his side, a sort of hug in the tight quarters you were tangled in.

Before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering open to the sound of birds calling overhead. Sun was shining through the nylon walls of the tent, warming up the tent like a sauna. You’d never slept better in your life, despite the rather hard sleeping pad.

You rolled your neck, your muscles screaming at you for the awkward position, but you were so elated you didn’t care. Beside you, having rolled even closer in his sleep, was Jake in all his morning glory. Sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, his lips parted as he softly snored. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the warm air, and his arms were tightly wound around your body.

You realized one of his hands had migrated to your ass sometime in the night, gripping your butt cheek firmly even in his slumber. You rolled your eyes affectionately, and laid your head back down, just watching him breathe.

It was so peaceful, so calm and sweet. It dawned on you that it was too quiet, and you carefully raised your wrist, checking the time.

11:24

You figured the other three had gotten tired of waiting, and left already for the hike Sam had wanted to go on. You were more than happy for their absence, able to talk freely to Jake when he decided to wake up.

Snuggling back into his side, he hummed softly in his sleep, drawing you into his body even closer.

Your eyes shot open suddenly, as a foreign object made itself known against your thigh. Your face heated quickly, eyeing his face closely for any sign of consciousness. He let out another snore, proving that he was unaware of his body’s involuntary reaction to your proximity.

You let out a shaky breath, heat flooding down your body. You weren’t about to make any moves on him in his sleep, but dear god, it was right there-

You were shaken once again as Jake moaned under his breath, the hand on your ass squeezing the flesh and pulling you firmly against him. Against him. His hips shifted slightly, grinding his erection into your leg. Your jaw fell open, frozen in this purgatory. You didn’t want to wake him, but you really wanted to wake him. You wondered what he was dreaming about.

He repeated the motion, grinding into you again, his moan more articulated this time, ending in a mumbled word, you were pretty sure was a slurred, ‘fuck.’

The heat pooling between your legs was getting harder to ignore. This was something you’d dreamed about, something you’d fantasized would happen. You wanted him so bad, but not like this. Not unconscious, without his knowledge. It wasn’t right.

Making your decision, you reached up and cupped his face gently. “Jake,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond, only moving his hips again, his lips parting with a silent groan. His brows pulled together in the centre of his forehead, mumbling-

“Yeah… please, Bug-“ His breath hitched, interrupting his sleep talking.

You whined under your breath, feeling too hot for your own skin. It was you, he was having a wet dream about you.

“Jake,” you spoke, running your thumb across his cheek a few times. Jake’s snore ended in a snort, swallowing and then blinking his eyes open. The second they focused on you, he froze, lifting his hand a few inches off your ass.

“Goodmorning,” he said shakily, his morning rasp accompanying the rapid spread of his blush.

You bit your lip, deciding to tease him a little. You leaned forward, pecking the tip of his nose and “accidentally” pressing your thigh into his rock hard length.

His short gasp fueled you, and you smirked. “It’s a great morning.”

Jake’s eyes were hazy, struggling to stay focused on your face, but you weren’t sure if it was from sleep or lust. Likely a combination, but you wanted to press a little harder. You innocently brought your knee upwards, dragging your leg along his cock through his sweatpants. You bit your lip hard, watching his eyes nearly roll back and a quiet, breathy groan escaping his chest.

He met your eyes, questioningly. You answered by leaning in and kissing him softly. He melted under your kiss, hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips, moaning softly against his pillowy lips, spurring him on further. You wanted him desperately, unable to stop yourself from grinding your heat into his cock, rocking slowly.

Jake finally let out a real moan, and you nearly fainted at the sound. He was so fucking gorgeous in every way, of course he’d have the most amazing moans. His hands found your hips, crashing his lips back onto yours as he guided you back and forth. Your leggings were probably soaked through at this point, you’d never been so horny in your life. The heated makeout escalated as one of Jake’s hands slipped up under your shirt, brushing his fingertips against your underboob with an astonished sounding gasp. He bucked his hips up into you, moving his hand up to cup and squeeze your tit, swiping his thumb across your nipple.

You whimpered pathetically and Jake growled lowly, lifting you up his body slightly. He lifted your shirt up over the swell of your breasts, his hungry eyes drinking in your bare chest. You ground against his stomach with a needy whimper, and Jake exhaled shakily, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way. He looked up at you then, softly checking in. “Is this alright?”

Your face softened, and you nodded. “Yeah, baby, this is great.”

He smiled wide, pulling you down and lightly licking your nipple. “Baby, huh?” He sucked gently, looking up at you through his lashes. ”I like that.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold in a needy whimper. You shifted down his body, resettling over his groin and burying your face in his neck. Jake sighed, tilting his head to give you better access to his soft, sweet smelling skin. You experimentally flattened your tongue, laving hot French kisses down alongside the tendon of his neck. Jake immediately let out a breathy groan, lacing his fingers in your hair and planting his feet. He bucked his hips up, firmly grinding his covered cock into your over heated center.

You couldn’t stop the moan that flew out of you. He was rock hard, straining against his grey sweat pants angrily. You pulled back from him, looking down to where your bodies met. You looked back up at him through your lashes, innocently. Jake bit his lip, squeezing your hips and watching you.

You spoke softly after a deep breath. “You know me, I’m not a first date kind of girl.”

Jake nodded, understanding and relaxing his grip on your hips, allowing you the freedom to climb off him. Your heart softened, his respect for you only making you want him more. He wasn’t even gonna be disappointed, he valued your comfort that much.

“But,” you continued, smirking at the little flicker of hope that ignited all the same in Jake’s eyes. “You’re not a first date, are you.”

He tentatively smirked. “I suppose not?” he rasped.

You rolled your hips against his once more, making him gasp and flutter his eyelids. “If you’ll have me… I want you so bad.” You confessed softly.

Jake let out a soft grunt of desire, pulling you down by your neck to kiss him. Your lips moved together, moaning softly as your hips did the same.

“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you, now, and always,” Jake breathed against your lips, his forehead pressing against yours. “I love you, I don’t care if it’s too soon, or whatever, I do. I’ve loved you for ages.”

Jake’s confession made your heart swell in your chest, your jaw falling open slightly. You kissed him again, softer and more passionately than before. He relaxed under you, soothed by your eager response. You broke away, only enough to whisper, “I love you, Jake.”

His smile was face-splitting as he rolled you both over. You giggled as he pressed kisses all over your face, hovering over your body. He chuckled breathlessly, continuing to flutter kisses anywhere he could reach, speaking between them, “You, are, so, fucking, cute, yknow that?”

You squirmed, giggling and holding his face in your hands to pause his attack. “Not as cute as you, Cob.” He rolled his eyes, giggling regardless. “I liked baby better, but I suppose old habits die hard.”

You pecked his lips, “Well, baby,” another peck, “I think,” peck, “we should take advantage of this empty tent while we can.”

He smirked devilishly at your words, running one hand down your side and supporting his weight on the other. His trailed down your body, slipping his fingers into your waistband of your leggings. “I’d be inclined to agree, doll.”

You tugged his shirt upwards, pulling it over his head with his assistance. He was immediately back down over you, kissing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. He swung his knee over your thighs, evenly distributing his weight to free his other hand. He cupped both of your breasts, squishing them together and moaning softly as he kissed and sucked hickeys all over them. You were quivering and whimpering under his attention, his fingers moving to roll and pinch your nipples gently.

“Jake,” you strained, “more, please.”

He looked up at you smugly. “Mm, I fucking love the way you say my name like that.” His hands smoothed down your sides, thumbs hooking in your leggings. His eyes widened slightly, not feeling a second waistband under them.

He shakily exhaled, looking up at you hungrily. “No panties?” he breathed. You bit your lip, shaking your head. His eyes darkened, muttering, “Dirty girl,” before sliding them over your hips. He pulled them down off your ankles, readjusting between your legs instead of straddling them. He rested his hands on  your knees, looking up at you before pulling them gently apart. You blushed slightly, giving him a cheeky smirk and looking down. You could feel how wet you were, and as his eyes dipped down, they hooded darkly. He let out a feral groan, his brows knitting together.

“You’re so wet…” he practically whimpered, his calluses scraping down your inner thigh gently as he neared your opening. You bit your lip hard, arching your back slightly in impatience. He smirked, shoving you down by your hipbones with both hands. “Relax, doll.”

You gave him a pleading look, “Jake… I need you, don’t tease.”

His eyes softened and he leaned down over you, giving you a soft kiss. “I know, pretty girl, I’m gonna make you feel so… good…” He whispered against your lips, grinding lightly into you through his sweatpants with the last two words. You whimpered, nodding lightly, all words having left your brain.

He made his way down your body, holding eye contact with you as he descended. You let out a shaky breath, watching him settle on his stomach between your legs. He smirked then, pulling a hair elastic from around his wrist. He quickly threw his hair up in a loose bun, giving you a wink as he leaned down. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, still watching you closely. You just observed, on the edge of your metaphorical seat. He kissed a trail up your thigh, nipping the skin between his teeth occasionally. Finally, he gave you another dark smirk, and dove down, licking a hot flat stripe from your soaking wet entrance up over your clit.

You moaned softly, your hand sliding down of its own accord to lace in his hair. He groaned softly as you tugged him into you, latching his lips around your clit and slipping his tongue around the bud lazily. His arms snaked under your thighs, wrapping around them and resting on your hips. His face pressed further into your wet slit, sucking your clit and creating an obscene slurping noise. He then began flicking his tongue over your clit expertly.

“Ja- OH fuck, oh god, yes, Jake, yesss,” you whined helplessly. Your hips bucked as much as they could through his restraints, grinding into his face harder. He groaned into you, the vibrations shooting straight into your tight bundle of nerves. Your jaw fell open, head leaning back. It was almost too much for you to keep your eyes open, overwhelming watching Jake’s talented mouth work at you, but you forced your eyes to stay on him. Months of pining behind you, you weren’t gonna miss a second of this. Jake hitched one of your thighs higher over his shoulder, his fingers gripping tightly to support this new angle. His lips stayed attached to you as his head angled slightly to the side. You bucked slightly and moaned again, panting heavily. Then his other hand slithered out from under your other leg, pushing your knee further out before bring his fingers up to your entrance. His eyes found yours, shooting you a devilish wink before slipping two fingers into you slickly.

Your head tossed back, the hand in his hair tugging at his roots in desperation. “Fuck, oh my god-“ you groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of you and scissoring perfectly, nudging your g spot as they curled. “Jake… ‘M gonna cum, please, please don’t stop-“ Your muscles spasmed, clenching tighter around his fingers.

Jake groaned into you, sucking your clit harshly and lightly shaking his face back and forth. “Soak me, baby,” he mumbled hoarsely against your clit, immediately latching back on. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly, and with a final curl of his rough fingers inside you, you spasmed with your orgasm.

You bucked and cried out, arching into his face and pulling his hair. “JAKE ohhh, oh fuck, yes, oh god,” you practically sobbed, riding out your high against his perfect mouth.

Jake gently brought you down, licking softly at you and drawing his fingers back out. You blinked your eyes open, watching him sit up, licking his fingers clean as he looked over you in admiration.

You blushed, smiling lazily up at him. “Holy fuck,” you giggled, still breathless.

Jake smiled proudly. He came up beside you, leaning over your body and pulling you into him by your hip. He tilted his head, kissing you gently. You sighed against his lips contentedly and you felt him smile into the kiss. Pulling away enough to look you in the eyes, he reached and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, eyeing your face. “I could eat that pretty pussy for hours.”

You pulled him down, crashing his mouth against yours again. He groaned softly, wrestling his tongue with yours. His length twitched against your thigh and you pressed into it, earning you a gasp.

“My turn,” you said as you pushed him flat on his back. He bit his lip, catching your eye. “You sure? I didn’t do that for anything in return,” he assured you gently. You nodded and gave him a cheeky smile. “I know, babe.” You kissed his chest right above his right pectoral. “I want your cock in my mouth more than anything,” your words muffled as you left a trail of wet hot kisses down his abdomen. He let out a strained moan, his hand lacing into your hair as you came to his waist band.

You looked up at him, immediately feeling a rush of desire at his flushed cheeks and dark, hooded eyes. He leaned up on his elbow to watch you, and you tugged his sweats down an inch. You gave him a smirk, cooing softly, “No underwear on you, either.”

“Guess that makes me a dirty boy,” he smirked, referencing his words earlier.

You tugged his sweats down further, dragging them over his erection teasingly. He inhaled sharply as they drug over his swollen tip, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was definitely the biggest you’d ever seen, not that you had seen very many, but still. Perfectly girthy, and pretty to look at. Blueish veins decorated his length, and his soft pink head leaked precum, a white pearlescent bead forming near his delicate slit. You ran your hand from its place just above his knee up to the v of his groin, biting your lip hard. He watched your reaction smugly, but quickly lost the upper hand when you brought your finger down that dip in muscle inwards toward his base. Your fingers slipped down over his dark brown pubic hair, finally wrapping gently around him. His breath shuddered at your touch, his abdomen clenching.

You breathily said, “You’re so big,” and his jaw fell open slightly, puffing gently in his flustered state. He was already so worked up, you felt so powerful. You squeezed his base once, bring your fist up his impressive length, gently twisting at the tip, then back down. Jake whined shakily, his head falling forward, watching through his lashes.

You smiled, repeating the motion a few more times, enjoying his breathy sighs and whimpers.

In a moment of clarity, Jake growled in his chest as his erection twitched in your hand. “I thought you said you wanted my cock in your mouth,” he rumbled deeply.

You licked your lips, batting your eyelashes at him. “Mmm, you want me to suck it, Jakey?” You leaned forward, lightly kissing his tip. He clenched his abdomen tightly again, hissing through his teeth.

“Please, doll… wanna feel that pretty mouth around me,” he gritted, bucking his hips slightly under your weight. Another wave of wet desire pooled between your thighs, and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You were teasing yourself just as much as him.

Lowering your head, you brought his velvety head into your mouth, sucking gently as you stroked his base. He let out a feral groan, the hand in your hair tightening, but not pushing.

You almost wish he would.

Your tongue swirled around his head in your mouth, then you moved to lick up the full length of him. You returned his desire-crazed expression with a grin, lapping from the delicate underside of his head to his small slit. He whimpered, his eyes fighting to stay open.

You sunk down then, as far as you could take him. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth near the back, almost making you gag but you breathed through your nose and relaxed. Jake groaned, fist tightening in your hair making you moan into him. He hissed, hips bucking involuntarily. You anticipated his jerkiness, luckily, moving with him and pinning his hips down. You bobbed slowly, suctioning around him tightly. His jaw hung open in bliss, his brows tightly knit and turned upwards in the centre of his sweaty forehead.

“God-“ he panted, “C’mere, please baby,” his shaky hand pulled you up to his level after you released him teasingly. His lips met yours frantically, and he pushed you on your back, quickly crawling overtop of you.

“You want me?” he goaded, giving his cock a few jerks, guiding it up and down your wet folds.

You nodded, helplessly whimpering. “Please Jake.”

He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, then kissing and sucking at the skin in the crook of your shoulder. “Want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you baby?” He rutted through your folds, catching on your clit deliciously. You moaned weakly, nodding fast.

He growled softly. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name, doll. Not gonna stop until youre soaking my cock, just like you soaked my face,” he rasped in your ear, turning your brain to mush.

“Please,” you squeaked out desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders. He lifted his face to kiss you feverishly, pushing into you smoothly. You both groaned as he stretched your walls with his girthy cock. Your eyes squeezed shut, soft whimpers accompanying each pant. Jake clenched his jaw, pulling out nearly all the way, then pushing back in deeply. You cried out hoarsely, scratching his back with your nails as they raked over him. He set a brisk pace, moaning your name in your ear. You knew you weren’t going to last long, not with his tip dragging over your g spot so deliciously with every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck Jake, so good, feels so fucking good,” you babbled incoherently, his hips picking up even more. He groaned, looking down into your eyes, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat gently. His eyes were absolutely blown out, nearly black with lust as he slammed into you repeatedly. He grit his teeth, wrapping his other hand around your thigh, pulling it up to rest your calf on his shoulder. He sunk even deeper now, making your eyes roll back as you felt your second orgasm bubbling.

Jake all but snarled animalistically, “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine, you’re my girl.” He began circling your clit with his fingers, momentarily pausing his hips to spit down onto your clit. He started right back up, meeting your eyes intensely. You whimpered and cried a string of agreement, not daring to look away.

“Say it, who’s are you?” he growled, leaning down to hover over your lips, driving his cock harder against your g spot at this angle. You practically sobbed, “Yours Jake, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

He wildly kissed you, groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum for me, babe, fucking cum all over my cock, make me yours,” he pleaded desperately. You cried out, clenching tightly around him at his words, spinning out of control into your orgasm. He pounded into you right through it, his own animalistic yell following yours. He twitched, pulling out quickly and desperately jerking himself through his own climax, shooting his load across your abdomen and spread open pussy. His chest heaved as he slowed down, his eyes fluttering open slowly.

You panted hard, still twitching around nothing as your afterglow set in, your muscles relaxing bit by bit. Jake grabbed his t shirt, wiping his release off you gently, extra careful around your sensitive slit. He balled it up, tossing it to the corner of the tent and collapsed beside you. You both snuggled into each other, slowly catching your breath as one.

A dopey smile spread across your face, and Jake felt it against his chest, smiling at the tent’s ceiling. “That was…” he trailed off dreamily.

You sighed happily, nuzzling into his warm chest. “Absolutely mind blowing? Yeah,” you mumbled against his skin.

His chest shook gently as he giggled. “Yeah?”

You smirked against his chest. “You know it was, don’t be smug.”

He kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “hard not to be smug when I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world telling me I blew her mind.” You could just feel the grin on his face, and you rolled your eyes affectionately.

“Well I hope you know, you’re stuck with me now. You’ve ruined me for all other men, Cob,” you lamented dramatically.

He smiled wide above you, shifting to tilt your chin up. His nose to yours, he looked into your eyes. “Didn’t I say not to call me that?” He said teasingly.

You giggled softly, resting your hand on his warm chest. “What should I call you then?”

He bit his lip, his expression turning almost shy. His voice soft and sweet, he asked you, “How does um… how does ‘your boyfriend’ sound?”

His big brown puppy eyes searched yours hopefully, and you could’ve thrown up from the dizzying happiness you felt. Your smile nearly split your face as you nodded quickly, kissing him through your smile.

He pulled back with a giddy little laugh. “Yeah? You wanna be my girl?” His hand cupped your cheek.

You rubbed your nose against his sweetly, “More than anything. You wanna be my guy?”

He bit his lip, eyes twinkling with joy. “I already am, baby.” His arms snaked around your middle, pulling you close against his body. You sighed, swimming in this blissful feeling. “I love you, Jake, so fucking much.”

“I love you more, babygirl,” came his soft answer behind your ear.

You stayed like that, pressed together as close as humanly possible, for quite a while. You weren’t exactly sure how long, perfectly content to drink in and absorb the feelings and the moment. Jake’s soft breathing lulled you into a sleepy trance, completely relaxed and safe in his arms.

You were broken out of your reverie from the sound of breaking twigs and crunching footsteps approaching. You reluctantly sat up, grabbing your shirt as Jake grumbled sleepily, blindly reaching out for you to come back with his eyes shut. Your heart melted all over again, smiling like a lovesick puppy as you grabbed his outstretched hand. “Cmon, baby, the guys are back,” you cooed, kissing his fingertips. He smiled, crinkling his nose and fluttering open his eyes. “So?” he rasped.

You giggled, “soooo, you need to put clothes on.” You pulled your shirt over your head, followed by a light sweater.

He rolled his eyes, swatting dismissively. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.”

You snorted, “Not gonna ask. Up, cmon,” you swatted his bare ass playfully, earning you a cheeky smirk as he sat up. You finished getting dressed together, finally unzipping the inner tent door and climbing out into the sunlight. You squinted your eyes from the harsh light, Jake following behind you, rubbing at his.

Josh, Sam and Danny sat around last nights fire pit, beginning to light it again to boil some water for coffee. They all turned at the sound of the zipper, the three of them giving you and Jake matching smug grins.

You couldn’t hide the bashful grin or the blush that erupted on your face, which they read correctly as a confirmation of what just transpired. Josh shot up from his chair, whooping loudly, followed by Sam and Danny applauding playfully. You laughed and rolled your eyes as you flopped in your chair, and Jake in his. Sam gave you both a once-over, smirking knowingly. “You two are… glowing,” he remarked smugly.

Danny smiled, a little more tactfully than Sammy, simply offering a “congrats, you two.”

You and Jake looked at each other, shyly smiling with a mumbled, “thanks…”

Josh patted Jake on the back, grinning wide. “Obligatory ‘nice job bro’,” to which Jake snorted a quiet thanks, then Josh turned to you, “not so obligatory but I still mean it, I’m happy for you, Bug.” You beamed at him, opening your arms invitingly. Josh wrapped you up in a bear hug, lifting you off your chair and squeezing.

You patted his back, squeaking, “Josh… air…” He released you with a giggle, “sorry, just so excited.”

You couldn’t stop smiling, rubbing the back of your neck and sitting down again.

Sam leaned forward, perching his head on his hand, elbow on his bent knee. “So how was it?” he asked you.

Jake glared, “None of your business, little brother.” You giggled, shrugging helplessly to Sam, who snickered. “What? I gotta make sure hes doing his job right. You know where to look if he’s not satisfying you,” Sammy leered jokingly, waggling his eyebrows. You fake-retched, much to Jake’s amusement, and Danny snorted as well, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he laughed.

Sam’s jaw dropped. “I know I was kidding, but heyy!”

You patted Sam’s shoulder through your giggles, and you all moved on, bickering and laughing as you brewed the coffee, then making lunch.

The afternoon was just as easy, just as carefree and closeknit as before. You were relieved that your new relationship with Jake didn’t change the dynamic of the group, only giving the other three more material to tease you with.

Jake proudly held your hand nearly the whole day, not even letting go when you all jumped off the short cliff into the lake. He smiled over at you constantly, every so often pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way you blushed each time. As the sky darkened and stars began popping into view, Jake played guitar beside you, goofily singing wrong lyrics to make you laugh and showing you different chords. When you curled into him that night, he whispered to you how much he loved you, and how happy and proud he was to be yours.

Everything was perfect.

#greta van fleet fic #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van fluff #greta van fleet #jacob thomas kiszka #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fluff

[queenimmadolla]

All I can think about is a family photo day and penny is all full of smiles for the photographer and baby Wayne is just point blank refusing to smile and making the person's life so difficult 😂😂

Oh. My. God. Yes. And the photographer? Is Jonathan. I HAD to write this. I had to.

more from the pennyverse can be found here

“C’mon, Wayne!” Jonathan encouraged through gritted teeth, waving around a small brightly colored, stuffed bear. If you asked around Hawkins, everyone would agree that Jonathan Byers had a lot of patience. He wasn’t one to worry over small things beyond his control. Until today. The small thing beyond his control in this case was the almost two year old in your arms, dogging the camera on the stand Jonathan had set up to take your family photos. He’d taken the ones before baby Wayne’s conception and arrival, and he’d had such a pleasant experience with Penny so he figured it’d go about the same. He was wrong. He was, oh so horribly wrong. Eddie was holding Penny, who was still a photogenic angel and while her attention occasionally wandered, as expected for a four year old, when Jonathan called for her, she let those tiny pearly whites of her’s gleam brilliantly for the camera. She’d been smiley even when she had been Wayne’s age, gums on display for everyone to see. Jonathan didn’t even know if Wayne had gums.

Okay, that was a stretch. He’d fed Wayne before and even witnessed him smile at you, Eddie and his big sister, but that baby’s poker face was unmatched for anyone else! Jonathan usually thought it was comical in most circumstances—like when Argyle tried to make him laugh by acting like a complete idiot and, on multiple occasions, a monkey and Wayne just stared up at him with those big, brown eyes in utter boredom, lips not even giving away to so much as a twitch—just not right then. Not when Jonathan had been trying to get his lips to just quirk up a little for the past hour.  You and Eddie would occasionally step in, catching Wayne’s attention with a couple of coos, but that meant his face was angled back and up to look at the two of you, not the camera. The moment Jonathan called for his attention afterwards, hoping he’d still be in a good mood from looking at you guys, the smile dropped instantly as he turned his head to face the camera, eyes half-lidded to make sure Jonathan was well aware the baby was unimpressed with him. Nancy had come along to assist him and was digging around Penny’s toy box for something else that might gain Wayne’s favor, so far everything she’d brought Jonathan had failed.

Eddie and Penny were all smiles, faces almost mirrored as they bit their lips to try and contain their laughter. Penny was doing a much better job than her dad, who openly snickered and boomed with laughter when he wasn’t holding his grin for the camera. You took pity on Jonathan, but unless you stood behind the camera, there wasn’t much you could do.  “Look! Look at me!” Jonathan’s voice was comically high in pitch as he made a stupid face, eyes screwing up. He even began whacking himself over the head with the stuffed bear. Penny giggled, little hands clasped shyly as she leaned her head against her dad’s, who turned his head slightly to press a kiss to her temple.

That seemed to do the trick, he saw the corners of Wayne’s lips stretch up and quickly went back to the camera, but when Jonathan peered into the eye focused on your little family, Wayne was staring directly into the lens with his mouth pressed in a thin line, face once more lacking amusement. No! NO!

Jonathan pulled away from the camera eye, shoulders sagging in defeat before he saw the small smirk on Wayne’s face, it almost looked smug. “Nancy!” Jonathan called over his shoulder and she appeared at his side, seemingly from nowhere, with an arm full of potential distractions, “He’s doing it on purpose!”

Nancy’s eyebrows pulled together as she glanced over at Wayne whose smile was once more gone. He blinked owlishly with unfocused eyes, back leaning into your chest. “Uh, no. No, I don’t think he is, Jonathan.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie twist to the side to try and get a glimpse at Wayne’s face, smirking when he saw how bored the baby looked with the events unfolding before him. It was same damn smirk that baby had been wearing seconds ago. He twisted back around to face Jonathan, coughing poorly to hide his chuckling. Nancy turned to return back to the toy box and Jonathan swore the moment her back was turned, the corner of Wayne’s lips ticked up into a smirk again.

His mouth dropped open in disbelief. Flabbergasted, he struggled to find his words, sputtering until he was finally able to call out, “Nancy! Nancy, look!”  But when she, and the three of you, turned your attention to the baby, it was gone again.

Jonathan groaned, feeling a lot like Steve with the lack of belief he was sure you all had in him. “No, you’re not looking fast enough! I swear, he’s trying to make me seem crazy.” Nancy regarded him with some weariness, “Maybe, you need a little break, hun.”  She struggled to give his shoulder a squeeze before she disappeared down the hall to Penny’s room, eager to put the toys back and have her arms free again.  Jonathan sighed, accepting defeat once more. “Alright, she’s right. Let’s take a break, we can pick it back up in fifteen.”

You shifted Wayne in your hold, his front to your chest as you made your way to the kitchen to get him a snack. Wayne peered over your shoulder, staring at Jonathan as you went. This time he maintained his pokerface up until the second before you disappeared from view, he gave Jonathan a wide grin, the tiny tips of the few teeth he had poking out. Then the two of you were gone.

He looked frantically around for Nancy, who still hadn’t returned, at Eddie who’s attention was focused on Penny as she rambled to him about how pretty she looked in her dress (it wasn’t really a ramble, more so a really extended sentence because she was stuttering on words, taking forever to finish as her mind wasn’t completely focused on what she was saying) then to the kitchen area before he let out another, heavier sigh. No one would believe him anyways. That last smile would have been perfect for a photograph, though, he thought as he turned back to the camera on its stand. Despite being made a fool of by a baby, he knew he’d find the events amusing later.

Much later.

#Eddie Munson x reader #dilf!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #Jonathan byers #Nancy wheeler #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things vol 2 #girl dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #pennyverse #Joe quinn #Joseph quinn #Joseph Quinn x reader #stranger things fic #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x fem!reader

[quitealotofsodapop]

@dorothygale123; that is a scenario so adorable I had to screenshot it and reply separate from the source post.

I can imagine a scenario where Macaque and Wukong angered a group of demonic and/or celestial giants, only for their fleeing to be interupted by baby MK crying cus he dropped his fave stuffed animal in the chaos.

SWK skids to a halt before doubling back towards the giants, running straight at them like a man on a mission - imagine a chase scene from Way of the House Husband. The giants panic thinking that the Monkey King had a trick up his sleeve and was luring them out into the open to attack. The giants are now fleeing backwards in terror.

SWK searches around the ground for a bit before finding a slightly squashed Monkey King stuffy. He returns to where Mac and MK are; MK squeals/chirps in delight as he bear-hugs the stuffed toy. Both parents smile wearily.

The chase is either completely forgotten, or it resumes as per normal.

#shadowpeach being parents #baby mk #qi xiaotian #sun wukong #liu er mihou #dad wukong #dad macaque #momcaque #replies

[blackwolfstabs]

Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @samcscreams

BETTER THAN ONE

After an evening playing in the snow, werewolf Sam wants to give Tara an early birthday present.

fandom: Scream // Werewolf!Sam AU by @samcscreams // (parker's version) characters: Sam Carpenter & Tara Carpenter a/n: sorry if this is completely inaccurate to your au, bear!! i just loved your fic too much :)

“Alright, Sammy, last one!” Tara called over the stretch of snow separating her from frost-dusted, black fur. Her sister shook the pastel, tie-dyed monkey chew toy she held in her mouth like it was prey, her playful growls making the younger smile. “Come here!”

Sam stopped to look in her sibling’s direction. Her ears stood up, and her golden gaze glowed amongst their snowy surroundings.

“You want me to throw it or not?!”

She bounded over to her. 

The younger Carpenter jumped back to avoid being slammed into. Like anyone would expect from any other dog, her big sister was very frisky in her werewolf form, romping around in the snow like she was just a puppy.

She pointed to the ground. “Drop it.” And the stuffed toy was dropped at her feet. She picked it up and prepared to throw it. However, there was one thing missing. “You know the rules, Sam,” she smirked, “You gotta sit first.”

Sam’s ears retreated, and she licked her lips. Her back end lowered a little like she was going to follow the said-rules, but her excitement got the best of her. Her tail was wagging, spreading more frost into her fur as she watched her toy religiously.

“Sit, Sam.”

She whined.

“Sit!”

And she did, her golden gaze wide with anticipation as she huffed.

“Good,” Tara praised. But she had to test her with a few more tricks, just because it was the last round of Fetch for the day. “Now, shake.”

The black wolf raised her paw, nearly going to paw the hand that held what she wanted.

“Okay, now lay down.”

She hesitated, starting to whine again as she tried to get up out of her sitting position.

But her baby sister snapped, “No, Sammy!” She used her free hand to point to the ground, “Lie down.”

She obeyed this time. 

“Good girl!” Tara let her have the win and threw the monkey as hard as she could, “Go get it!”

And Sam raced away. She actually covered enough land before it hit the ground, so she jumped to catch it in her mouth. Her paws hit the snow in a breaking effort that led her skidding to turn around and face Tara, who praised her.

“Nice catch.”

The werewolf trotted over and lowered her head to place the toy into her sibling’s hand. Tara took it, then pet her between the ears. 

“Alright, are you ready to go inside? It’s getting dark.” While she didn’t receive a response that clarified she was in agreement, the younger Carpenter turned her back and took it upon herself to lead them both to the back door. 

Shaking the snow from her pelt, Sam followed her, but she took her time in doing so. The sky was hued pink in its setting state, while the birds flying overhead were only silhouettes. In fact, the winter skies were serene enough to let her spot the first star in the sky. It wasn’t Christmas just yet, but it was a few days before Tara’s birthday.

And Sam knew that there was something special she could show her.

As Tara approached the door, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure her follower was in pursuit. However, her older sister had stopped a few yards away, refusing to go any further. “What’s wrong, Sam?”

The canine blinked at her, staying where she was. Her ears twisted as she looked over a little, giving the illusion that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go inside. 

This made her tilt her head. “What is it?” She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder through the window and shook her head, “You don’t wanna go inside?” She watched Sam bow, like she did whenever she wanted to play. “No, I told you that was the last one. We’re not playing anymore,” she reminded.

She just wasn’t taking the hint. Well, if that was the case, the werewolf didn’t mind taking initiative herself. She broke out of her downward dog and rushed forward, slipping between her little sister and the door to keep her from going inside.

Tara barely had time to turn sound, before Sam’s muzzle nudged her away from the door. She jumped away from the cold, wet nose catching the warmth of her neck. “Sam, what are you doing?!” she squeaked, trying to raise her shoulder to shrug her off.

But Samantha just replied with an amused growl and continued to herd her back into the snow.

“Alright, alright!” the younger leapt away, “I’m not going inside.” She shook her bangs from her face and quizzed her again, “What do you want?”

The she-wolf dropped herself to the ground, low enough to where Tara could get on her back, and shuffled forward. When she met confused chocolate eyes, she gestured her head over her shoulder.

“You want me to get on your back?” Her tail wagged as a ‘yes’, so she grabbed a hold of her scruff and climbed on, like she was a horse.

Sam got to her paws, careful not to rock her rider around too much as she felt her scruff be gripped tightly. She bit back a whimper, but bowed her head to turn it and gently nudge Tara’s leg as in telling her, “hold on tight.”

Tara noticed this and moved one hand to pet her head. “I’m okay,” she assured. She rode a horse before and had been given many piggyback rides by Sam when she was little, but she had never rode on the back of a wolf before. “Don’t buck me off, Sam…”

Her big sister gave a huff and shook her pelt out as best she could with a swish of her tail. She felt Tara’s legs press against her flanks and her fingers curl into her skin, which told her she was ready. So, she broke away, only having to take a few long strides, before she met the fenceline. It wasn’t high of a jump for an 8-foot werewolf. In fact, it was actually not even a strenuous jump, more like she was just leaping over a small stream of water or a narrow ditch. 

After clearing the fence, all that stood between them and the rest of the world was wilderness, forestry that canopied above the earth and a maze of trunks that gave them a challenge.

But nothing in the world could stop the Carpenter sisters, no matter how complicated. They were only chained to each other, which meant they could go anywhere and do anything as long as they were together.

Like she had recalled from horseback riding all those years ago, Tara leaned forward, keeping a partial hold on her sister’s neck as she flew at nearly 80 miles an hour. Everything was a blur in her peripheral vision, and the sting of the winter air was numbing her face. She squinted through the snow flurries that fell from the coniferous trees, hearing Sam’s gruff panting over the wind.

Sam’s paws were in perfect rhythm with her sense of direction. Her eyes were open and alert among the white wild, while her little sister’s body kept the cold from slipping its frosty fingers against her spine. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, but it felt so good to run without any fences or walls to keep her in. At first, she hadn’t been sure of her werewolf-shifting abilities. She thought they were dangerous and nothing more than a curse. However, she had learned that moving on four legs at unimaginable speeds and sustaining enough endurance for a lifetime was the most thrilling thing in the world. It thrilled her more than killing did. There was just something about running, something about beating the wind and lengthening her spine with every stride. It was like a dream, except it was real. 

Plus, Tara never saw her any different from the way she had before she had been cursed. She was still her older sister and her best friend. She just had both a sibling and an incredible pet in the same token. How awesome was that? And now Sam was able to control it…

The black werewolf huffed as the air burned her lungs. She weaved through the trees like a snake through tall grass, leaping over unsteady ground and gaining speed on the straight paths. 

On her back, her baby sister ducked from branches and kept her face close to the bristling fur that granted some warmth to her wind-burned cheeks. Even though this was entirely different, she couldn’t help but be reminded of when they were little. Sam would crawl around on the floor and act like her personal steed, carrying her wherever she pleased.

“Okay, fine,” Sam sighed and got down on her hands and knees. “Get on.”

“Yay!” Tara hopped on her back and grabbed two strands of her long hair. “Giddyup!” she hollered, yanking on her makeshift reins.

But her sister just ducked away, “Ow!” She tried to turn her head to make her let go, “Don’t pull my hair, Tara! That hurts,” she told her. The pulling sensation left her scalp and was followed by an ashamed apology.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay. Just use my shirt or something,” the older offered. She then felt the collar of her shirt be clutched by little hands.

“Okay!” The 4 year-old’s energy was restored as she tugged on the shirt and repeated herself. “Giddyup, horsey!”

And Sam did as she was told. Like a horse did, she jerked her head and pawed the carpet, before she set off. Tara was getting bigger now, so her weight kept her from being able to go too fast, however that didn’t stop her from encouraging it.

“Faster, Sammy! Go faster!”

Anything for her little sister. Samantha braced her back and picked up her pace as much as she could. It must have been enough for the younger, because an excited squeal answered her increased speed. 

Tara giggled, continuing to fidget with her big sister’s shirt as she ordered. “To the kitchen!”

And to the kitchen, they went.

“Sam, where are we going?!” Tara brought herself back to the present as she hollered over the wind. She had remembered always wanting Sam to go faster as a kid, but she never imagined she’d be going this fast without being in a car.

Her older sister kept on, eyes set on the break in trees up ahead. She unleashed a couple of barks to encourage her to find their destination. 

Tara followed her lead, but she wouldn't be sure until she actually saw that it was the end.

The sisters broke out of the forest’s coverage to meet the last bit of sun setting in the horizon. Tara hadn’t realized how much high ground they’d gained through the woods, and while she wasn’t comfortable with being up high, she knew that Sam wouldn’t let her fall. The moon was glowing and the stars looked like tiny fairy lights on an indigo stretch of sky. 

But that wasn’t what caught Tara’s attention.

Sam slowed her pace to a trot and then a walk, before she stopped to let her sister off. She put her muzzle out to keep her from getting too close to the edge of the cliff they were on and gently huffed when she was pet as a ‘thank you’. 

The younger Carpenter jumped off the werewolf’s back with her eyes glued to the assortment of arrayed colors along the northern horizon. They shimmered, like a mere reflection of Heaven on Earth, green, purple, and blue blending into one swivel of art across the world and crystallizing the snow.

Aurora Borealis.

“The Northern Lights,” Tara breathed in awe. She had never seen them in-person before, only in movies, paintings, and pictures on the internet. It wasn’t a dream of hers to see them, so-to-speak, but one thing was for sure… She never thought they would be this beautiful or seeing them for herself would feel so surreal.

Beside her, Sam stood with the cool-coded gradient softening the golden glow of her werewolf eyes. She felt the weight of her sister lean against her, and she gave a soft sigh.

Tara glanced up at her with a small smile on her face. “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

The canine’s ears went back and she gave a gentle whine as she leaned down and licked her cheek. She couldn’t actually speak to her, like she would a human, but if she were to, the words were so simple and pure.

“Happy Birthday, Tara. I love you forevermore.”

But the younger knew the words without them being said, and she closed her eyes to press her forehead against the side of her big sister’s warm face. “Thank you, Sammy,” she whispered into her fur, “I love you too.”

A loving noise that almost sounded like a growl rumbled in Sam’s throat as she nuzzled her, then drew away so her girl could continue to admire the aurora that shined for her.

Anything for her little sister.

merry christmas!!! you were my first big supporter on my Wolves of Woodsboro fanfiction, and ever since, you have had a special place in my heart. you have been awesome to talk to and be friends with. thank you for all of your love, support, and kindness. here's to you 🩶 stay safe, my love! happy holidays 🎄✨⛄

- parker (BWS)

#parker's secret santa gifts 2023 #parkerwrites #scream #scream v #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #werewolf!sam #werewolf #happy tara day #merry christmas #happy holidays #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #scream fanfic #samcscreams #blackwolfstabs

[an-angels-fury]

My Gerik Headcanons

Hey, guys!

Damn, this was already rotting here in my drafts. I planned to make this post months ago (only a few days after I created this page), but I always got lazy or too insecure to finish it. But now, IT'S FINALLY HERE 😄

As you probably read in title, these HC's are all about Gerik (Gerard Butler's Erik/The Phantom from the 2004 movie), so... well, don't get surprised if you expected something else. Also, these are all my opinions, so don't be an asshole if you disagree with them or just because you don't like Gerik or this specific adaptation 😒

Enjoy it 👍

Gerik doesn't have clear memories of his father. The only things that come to his mind in the few times he thinks of him is a big fist gripping painfully his tiny arm as a little child and a man lying dead in his bed.

Since he was born, Gerik's mother never let him walk around the house. Actually, he spent most of the time in his first years of life all alone, locked in a dark, cold and dirty baseament. The only times his mother would visit him was to give him some food or to hurt and punish him for simply being born.

Erik is not his birth name, but the one he gave himself after he came to the Opera House. His parents hated him and never saw him as their son, nor even a human being, so they never cared about giving him a name.

When he was only 7, his mother sold him to the circus. She took him out of the house for the first time, telling him they would take a trip to a very special place. Later, he would find out she planned this just to finally get rid of him.

When Gerik's keeper saw him for the first time, he didn't think his deformity was scary enough so, through the years, he would always find a opportunity to use his whip on him, giving the boy a more hideous appearence. He still bears most of the scars in his body, especially on his back.

Gerik got most of his magic knowledge in his time in the circus. One night, a magician who perfomed there notice the curiousity in the boy's eyes and decided to teach him some tricks, which he learned to execute very quickly. When the circus owners found out, they were very impressed and decided to take advantage of his abilities letting him participate of some numbers. This is one of the fondest memories of his childhood.

Sadly, most of his famous perfomances were as one of the main attractions in the freak show, being adressed as "The Devil's Child". Because of that, he spent most of his time locked inside a small cage.

In middle of the night, when the pain of loneliness seemed to devour his soul, Gerik would sing any sweet melody he created in his head while admiring the stars and losing himself in their light. There were times his tired eyes would catch some of his colleagues, other rare oddities, paying attention to him and his angelic voice. This is a habit he would mantain even after he started to live in the Opera House. Every night, he would go up to the building's roof and look at the starry night sky.

His only friend in that horrible place was the little acrobat monkey who lived in the camp. At least once a day, he would visit Gerik's cage and make company to him, play with him and make funny tricks to make him laugh.

It was the little animal who inspired child Gerik to build his monkey puppet who plays little plates (and also his music box years later). He still keeps the toy with him after all those years, even using him to sleep sometimes, but he'll never admit it.

He was only 12 when he finally killed his captor and ran away to the Opera with Madame Giry's help.

In his first years in the Opera House, he would spend most of his time exploring the dark tunnels and secret passages bellow the building, coming to the point of memorizing every corner in his mind, knowing the whole place better than anyone else. It would still take him some time until he could gain courage enough to finally come back to the surface and discover all the other places on the theater.

During his teenage years, he was haunted by night terrors. At night, those horrible memories of his childhood would always crawl back to his mind, so livid, making him shake, kick and cry histeracally until he finally wake up with the sound of his own screams. He still feared to be found and taken back to the circus. Happily, those dreams would become less and less constant as he grew up. But they've never truly gone.

He climbs the walls and the rooftop of the Opera, swims in the underground lake and practices fencing daily as forms of exercise. He learned in the most painful way what might happen when you're in the middle of a dangerous situation and you're too weak to defend yourself. He promised himself he would never be in this position ever again.

Red is his favorite color.

Since he can remember, darkness was always his best friend, the one who protected him from curious, scared eyes. It's his safe place, his refugee. But at night, before he lay down in his bed, the darkness which he's so familiar with, suddenly becomes something terrifying. The time he is asleep is the only one he takes the risk to be at anyone's mercy. That's why he uses so many candles to light his lair: because of his fear of waking up in the middle of the night, surrounded by darkness, and, suddenly, finding himself trapped in that baseament of his mother's house or in that cage in the freak show, vulnerable to anyone who wishes to hurt him again.

Gerik has no religion. As a child, he tried very hard to believe and find comfort in the idea of a kind, selfless and benevolent God who look out and take care of all living beings. When he still lived with his mom, he prayed every night, asking for God's help to make his mama love him back.

After his mother abandoned in the circus, feeling totally alone, hurt and helpless, he started to pray to God send him an angel, to embrace him and take him away to a place where his pain and suffering would finally be over.

When the years passed and, once again, he got no answer, Gerik came to conclusion that the existence of such powerful being was nothing but a lie, or maybe God was so disgusted and horrified about his existence that He, just like the rest of humanity, has abandoned him too ("A God like this could really be so cruel?! Am I really the Devil?!"). In the end, he prefered to believe in the first option because the second one seemed too painful to be true.

He shared a very close friendship with Madame Giry during his teenage years. However, reaching the adulthood, both got busy with their own works and duties (Gerik soon learned to not depend on his friend's care to survive and took his role as the Phantom of the Opera, while Mme. Giry became the ballet teacher of the Opera and got pregnant of her daugther Meg) and started to grew apart.

All Gerik's knowledge on romance comes from operas and plays (just like most of his knowledge in sword fighting as well), books and sweet gestures shared between lovers in their secret meetings in the Opera House.

He absolutely loves animals. There's no doubt he's the "animals are infinitely better than humans" kind of person (Christine and the Girys are his only exceptions). Every night, when there's no one else working in the stables of theater, he goes to take care of the horses, give them food and water and, in many occasions, rant about his feelings and frustrations with them. Even though he swears to himself he loves all of them equally, it's impossible for him to hide his soft spot for a certain black stallion called Cesar, whose personality is as stubborn and tameless as his own.

#I kinda had some other hc's but this is already too long and I'm too lazy to write it down (maybe a part 2 in the future or whatever...) #the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera 2004 #poto 2004 #erik the phantom #erik poto #gerik #gerard butler #headcanons #poto headcanons #my headcanons

[pompomqt]

Journey to the West Chapter 26

When all else fails go with the old standby:

So The Immortal is getting real tired of all of Monkey's tricks, and tells him he will never be able to escape from him until he restores the tree. When Monkey hears this though he's just like 'You just want the tree restored? Well why didn't you just say so! It could have totally saved all of us the hassle. pfft I can totally fix that tree.' Says Wukong despite currently having no idea how to fix that tree. Despite this however The Immortal believes he will be able to do it, so Sun Wukong is able to negotiate his masters release. And the Immortal even says he'll take a bond of brotherhood with Wukong if he succeeds.

So the pilgrims are all untied, and while Sandy and Tripitaka wonder how he's going to pull this off, Pigsy is just convinced he's going to leave them all to die. So they all go and ask Monkey about his plans on how to revive the tree and he tells them he plans to go on a grand tour of the eastern ocean to meet all the immortals there to see if any of them know a cure. Tripitaka asks how long that will take, and Monkey estimates three days. So Tripitaka says that's all fine and dandy as long as he returns in three days, but if he doesn't then he will start reciting the Tight Fillet Sutra.

So Sun Wukong takes his leave, but not before threatening the Great Immortal to take care of Tripitaka while he's gone, because if he doesn't, he'll be back to poke more holes in his pans and stick around to harass them. His first stop is Penglai to meet up with the three stars of Longevity, Blessing and Wealth respectively, who are currently playing a game of chess. When they see Sun Wukong however they stop their game to greet him and ask him what he's doing here. Word on the street is that he's supposed to be accompanying the Tang Monk after all.

So Monkey tells them ran into a little trouble the Abby of Five Villages, which the stars are very concerned to hear about since that is the Zhenyuan Great Immortal's domain, who is an immortal that outranks them. And are even more horrified to learn that Monkey ate the ginseng fruit. And are even *more* horrified to learn that he then uprooted the tree. Anyways, Monkey then tells them that he heard a saying that 'the cure comes from the seas' so he's here to ask if they have a way to revive the tree. After the stars are done freaking out about the mess he's gotten himself into, they explain that while they could revive some normal creature, healing such a tree is beyond their abilities.

Monkey is displeased to hear this, not because he doesn't think it's possible, just that it might take a bit longer then the three days he promised Tripitaka, and he really doesn't want to have to deal with a migraine while trying to sort this out. The Star of Longevity suggests that the three of them pay the Zhenyaun immortal a little visit and explain the situation to Tripitaka to buy Monkey more time.

So the three stars go to the Abby, and Pigsy in particular is excited to see the Star of Longevity again. So the immortals explain why they are there and Tripitaka agrees not to recite the tight fillet spell. And with that taken care of, Pigsy proceeds to mess around with the stars and we cut back to Monkey.

So Monkey has just arrived at Fangzhang Mountain and he is there to meet with The Grand Thearch. Monkey once again recites his business, only to be once again told that there is no cure here. It's the same story at his next destination the island of Yingzhou where he talks to the Nine Elders, they once again tell him they have no cure, but they at least offer some refreshments for him, which was nice of them.

After that Monkey finally finds himself once again at Guanyin's place. While there Monkey runs into a familiar face, it's the Black Bear monster he beat up back when during the cossack incident! And he's actually been doing really well for himself as a guardian for Guanyin. Good to know there are no hard feelings. So the bear takes him to Guanyin, and she asks how the journey has been going, despite already knowing exactly how it's going. She still makes sure to scold him when he tells her about his mishaps at Abbey of Five villages. And considering the immortal he offended is the patriarch of all earthbound immortals who outranks even her, that's fair.

Luckily for Monkey however, Guanyin does indeed have the cure, and she (and me) wonders why he didn't just go to her first... Anyways turns out that the sweet dew in her vase can heal divine tree's. And she's even tested this out before when she made a bet with Laozi. He took her willow trig and used his brazier to completely dry it out and char it and then gave it back to her. She placed it in her vase, and after one day and night it was good as new. So cure in hand, Guanyin leaves with Monkey to go back to The Immortal.

Meanwhile, the Great Immortal is chatting up the three stars until Sun Wukong drops down in order to announce the Bodhisattva's presence, and everyone rushes out to great her. When all the pleasantries are out of the way, Monkey says the Great Immortal should give thanks to Guanyin because she's going to heal his tree. The Immortal asks why she should concern herself with Monkey's affairs, but Guanyin just explains that the Tang Monk is her disciple, so he and all of *his* disciples are her problem.

With that said they all head to the tree, which is lying on the ground roots exposed. Guanyin then has Monkey giver her his hand and she uses her dew to draw a reviving charm on his palm. She then has him place his hand at the root of the tree and watch for water spurting out. Once it does she instructs him to push the tree back upright and use a jade ladle to pour water from the top down. When the tree is revived it blossoms with 33 ginseng fruits, which is even more then they had before.

Pleased with the addition the Great Immortal uses the golden mallet to knock down ten of the fruits and they have a little banquet. Guanyin, the three stars, The Great Immortal, Monkey, Pigsy and Sandy all have a fruit, and seeing it's safe even Tripitaka has one this time. And the last fruit was divided amongst the other residents of the Abby. After that Guanyin and the Three stars head home, and the Great Immortal keeps his promise and becomes bond brothers with Sun Wukong.

As everyone settles in for a sleepover, we end this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years. Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, and object transformation. Demon Kill Count: 4+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 6 God's Defeated: 19 + Unknown number Defeats: 3 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing and violating Tree Law. Cry Count: 3 Mountains Trapped Under: 1

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization and Heart Sutra. Cry Count: 15 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 5 Paralyzed by fear: 4 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 2 Falling Off Horses: 5

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, and flight. Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 1

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater and cloud soaring. Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping and arson.

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, and desecration of a human corpse.

#journey to the west #jttw #jttw read through #journeythroughjourneytothewest #sun wukong #tang sanzang #zhu wuneng #sha wujing #whooo starting off the second book! #guanyin

[clavissionary-position]

Ikeprinces Ranked By How Well They Play Hopscotch

ALTER-KEITH . hates hopscotch, but hates losing, hates losing, hates losing

LUKE . for when doth he leap, he leapeth like cocaine bear soaring through the skies and people

LICHT . somehow sword-dancing translates into hopscotching

JIN . came for the scotch, stayed for the hop (of you-know-what)

LEON . used to be Hopscotch Champion of Rhodolite before Keith, Luke, Licht and Jin decided to try at your behest. He has trophies and he secretly wishes you'd name them

CLAVIS . but technically he plays a variation of hopscotch that includes armadillos, a hula-hoop, two smaller hula-hoop (for the ankles), and a tiny monkey that has all the answers

RIO . plus he makes the cutest sounds every time he lands

SARIEL . you don't get good(ish) at dodging Clavis traps without picking up a few tricks yourself, and then using said-tricks to show the neighborhood street urchins how its done

KEITH . objectively fantastic, subjectively pathetic

NOKTO . his hips are weirdly mesmerizing when he scotches the hop

YVES . he's good at it! he just... runs into interference 99% of the time

SILVIO . the only time when his jangling gets on his own nerves

GILBERT . it's illegal to ask him to try (but also makes the cutest sounds every time he lands)

CHEVALIER . it's illegal to even imagine him trying

#ikeprinces ranked #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri jin #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri leon #ikepri yves #ikepri licht #ikepri nokto #ikepri luke #ikepri sariel #ikepri rio #ikepri silvio #ikepri keith #ikepri gilbert

[dragonnerd]

Makin' a list about my LMK oc's 🐒 (Will update if i make more)

Name: Shing Delun.

Backstory: The son of King Shing Shui and [Insert name of Queen/Mother when I make her], The only child and Prince of the hidden Cloud Mountain Kingdom. Delun is on his rite of passage to prove he is worthy of being the next king by journeying out of the kingdom walls to fight evil with the magical family sword, the Storm Blade.

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual.

Abilities: Cloud Summoning/Flying/Manipulation. Sword fighting. war form. Human form.

Personality: Quiet, Stoic, Calm, Kind, Noble. Secretly nervous around women.

Hobby: Sewing, Cooking, Swimming.

Likes: Quiet walks, Tea, Rain/Snow/Storms. The cold. Reading. Learning about the world outside the kingdom. Baths/Showers.

Dislikes: Modern cities, Hot weather, Crowds, comments about needing his haircut, Evil People/Demons. Mi Mae.

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Name: Seth

Backstory: One of eight monkey sons. Seth is the leader of the group of thieving brothers that live in their hidden cove. The group works together to trick humans and steal valuable/needed items for themselves or to sell to others for a profit.

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight.

Abilities: Human transformation, Sleight of hand, Fast.

Personality: Mischievous, Creative, Resilient, Funny, Trickster.

Hobby: Wood carving, Stealing.

Likes: Any treasure (but mostly gold and jade), Exploring, Pulling pranks, playfighting. Ari J.

Dislikes: Cops/Guards, Getting caught, Other groups of thieves.

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Name: Mi Mae (or the nickname 'Ash')

Backstory: A long-forgotten prisoner. The Mandrill demon was tortured and brainwashed to forget his past life before becoming 'Mi Mae' (Mi Mae = No name). He was left in prison for years until the prison literally rotted away around him, allowing him to finally escape.

Age: Proper age unknown but is around 700 years old.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Unknown.

Abilities: Fire manipulation, Smoke breath, Fighting.

Personality: Stoic, Vengeful, Hostile, Animalistic.

Hobby: Drawing bits of memories that remain on cave walls, Collecting things that bring memories up, Hunting Animals/Humans/Demons, Collecting fangs.

Likes: Meat, Heat, Daylight, Fresh air, The forests, Being alone.

Dislikes: Humans, Cold, Darkness, Chains, Water, Forgetting. Delun.

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Name: Ari J.

Backstory: Blonde women with childhood trauma and no sense of purpose outside of work gets isekai'd from her world into the the monkiekid dimension during Azures destruction of the fabric of the universe.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Abilities: Really good at fixing technology.

Personality: Chill, Friendly, Independent, a bit of a potty mouth, Stubborn.

Hobby: Robotics.

Likes: Legos, Video games, Coffee, Rock/Metal music, Trucks, Motorbikes, Chocolate, Butterflies, Heart shaped stuff, and her childhood teddy bear.

Dislikes: Mornings, Sleeping, Cooking, Hospitals, Her parents, Dresses, The sound of glass breaking, Being called by her full name.

--------------------------------------------------------------- Child!Ari Au timeline Child!Ari Au: Ari gets isekai'd when she is five, gets adopted/raised in the countryside of Megapolis, and helps her adopted father with work.

Name: Wang Bao

Backstory: A normal guy living in a tourist town in the countryside of Megapolis Works at a dumpling stand. During working hours he finds little Ari wandering around alone. Unable to find her birth parents, he adopts her as his daughter.

Age: 31

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual. (In the closet)

Personality: Caring, Cautious, Friendly, Little cowardly.

Hobby: Fishing.

Likes: River fishing, Cooking, Rain.

Dislikes: Megapolis/Big cities, Annoying tourists, His job, Monkeys, Demons.

#oc #my art #drawing #black and white #original character #fantasy #lego #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #Shing Delun #Seth #Mi Mae #Ari J #Oc list #lego monkey kid oc

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Sarah Sanderson just being really attracted to a young!mom!reader with a toddler? (+ child just absolutely adores the Sanderson sisters, especially Sarah 👀)

Thank you !! 🫶🏻

The only reason

Warnings: First time, home life, fluff, Sarah as a good mother?

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Sarah Sanderson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Request + Sarah staying to live in modernity (1993 or 2022)

Requests: OPEN

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"Isabella, stay still" 

I tried to stop the little girl's face while applying a light layer of black shadow on her eyelids 

"I can't, mommy, I'm super duper excited" 

Really, are you ready to go trick-or-treating, little Sanderson?” 

"Yup" 

The girl jumped out of the bathroom to run to our room to pick up her shoes . 

“Are you going out somewhere ?” 

My roommate and best friend Lizzie came out of her own room in her pumpkin orange sweatshirt and pajama bottoms, with us DVDs under her arms. 

“The guys and I were planning on having a game and movie night . We thought we 'd wait until you got back with the little monster to start." 

"It 's fine if you start without me , anyway, I don't think it will take me and the little monkey very long." 

At that very moment, Isabella ran towards us, dropped her shoes on the ground and jumped into Liz's arms who quickly picked her up.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, or am I seeing a Sanderson in person?" 

"It's me, Aunt Lizzie" 

“Wow, you almost gave me a scare, girl. For a moment I thought I was looking at Sarah Sanderson herself." 

"I'm just playing, aunt" 

While she was still in Lizzie's arms, I put her little shoes on and grabbed her bag so I could collect candy . 

"Are you ready, duckling?" 

"Yes mommy" 

Carefully, Lizzie lowered the girl, who quickly took my hand, ready to run. 

"See you later Bella, good luck" 

"Bye" 

We leave the set of small apartments to reach the small town fair 

“Well, little witch, I think the best sweets are going to be around here. Are you ready to be scary?"

"Yup" 

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Seeing Bella enjoying the sweets and the children being kind to her made my heart warm. I went through many difficult moments , a complicated pregnancy, a lonely motherhood mixed with a university life; everything to get to this moment, seeing my little baby eating candys while trying to follow the older children between giggles and screams.

"Look mommy! I got a lot of candy"

"I see that, baby"

"Now can we play to win me another teddy bear?"

"Another? Don't you have ten or even more?"

"Please mommy"

I couldn't resist the little puppy dog eyes of my little girl, so I had no choice but to shake my head while letting out a laugh.

“Just for a while”

“Yeih!”

The little girl quickly took my hand and dragged me to the games.

I paid a few bucks and started throwing some darts, trying to pop the balloons. After several attempts, I was finally able to get the stuffed animal that Bella wanted, so I turned to hand it to her , but when I looked, Bella was gone.

"Bella" I yelled "ISABELLA!"

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Narrates Sarah

"Mary, Sarah, don't be left behind!"

Despite Winnie's constant scolding , I decided to sit on a small bench that was near the place full of monsters that smelled like children, but they weren't children. Without realizing it, my sisters continued to chase after the children, leaving me completely alone.

"Hi"

I turned my head to meet another little witch, who actually had some resemblance to me.

"Hi"

"Are you Sarah Sanderrson?"

"Yep"

The little witch clapped her hands and came even closer, to sit next to me, as she began to swing her legs.

“My nane is Bela and I am your fan best in the world”

“Do I have fans?”

“Yup. You are a great witch, and funny… and pretty”

"Seriously?" the little witch nodded enthusiastically , making me excited too "What else do you like about me?"

 

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Narrate Y/N

I felt that my heart was going to jump out of my chest, sweat and chills lodged in my neck as a reminder of my stupidity, and tears began to flood my eyes.

Just when I was about to give up and call the police , I saw her. I saw my little girl sitting on a bench, next to a grown woman dressed as a witch, talking animatedly. Carelessly, I started pushing people until I was in front of the girls sitting on the bench.

"Bella"

The girl stopped paying attention to her friend, so she could see me, noticing how her face began to light up

"Mommy!"

Bella jumped out of her seat and hugged me tightly as I told myself that my baby was fine and allowed myself to shed tears .

"You have no idea how scared you gave me, Isabella" I broke away from the hug and looked her straight in the eye so she could see that I was completely serious .

"I'm sorry mommy" she pouted a little

"Just don't do it again, okay ?" The girl nodded enthusiastically , hugging me again . "You want to go home?"

"Can my friend Sarah come?"

That's when I first noticed the woman sitting on the bench. I quickly got up and brushed some dust off the floor.

"Hello" The woman did not stop running over my body with her gaze, which was full of curiosity, and some other intention unknown to my lost flirting skills. "Hello" I repeated

"Hi" spoke the beautiful blonde

Bella gently tugged on my arm and stood on tiptoe, a sign that she wanted to tell me one of her big secrets, so I carefully crouched down again to listen to her small talk.

“She's my friend” she whispered so that only I could hear her “Sarah Sanderson. It is the same one Miss Alma was talking about”

This was similar to when the children found out about the lie of Santa Claus or the tooth fairy; I just didn't have the heart to tell her that, that woman was just making a costume for Halloween. But being the good mother that I am, I just gave her a smile and kissed her cheek.

"Oh honey, I don't think a great witch like a Sanderson would want to walk us home."

"In fact, I have nothing to do" spoke the blonde's squeaky voice, causing the smaller girl to jump.

"Pease mommy"

Bella gave me the best puppy dog eyes I had ever seen in her short 4 years of life; The woman next to her looked at my daughter's face and proceeded to imitate her before me , causing me to laugh. They were both adorable.

“Okay , how about we go get some ice cream?”

Bella didn't need to hear any more to run to the address, while yelling at us not to lose sight of her.

The beautiful blonde got up and before walking to reach my daughter, she poked me in the rib calling my attention; I turned my head and saw, the second most beautiful smile in the world.

"I'm Sarah by the way"

"Yes, I think I already noticed " I pointed to her outfit "it suits you very well, by the way"

"You are very beautiful, like a dozen spi…" she cut off her own sentence, only continuing to walk.

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"What the hell is wrong with you?"

With my left hand I started to grab more teddy bears, to throw them away, thanking all the gods that just that day, Bella had decided to go get ice cream with her Aunt Lizzie.

"I told you!"

As if that weren't enough, the fact that Sarah stopped the toys with her magic made I lose my mind even more.

"I thought you were playing!"

Sarah pouted adorably as her blue eyes began to fill with tears.

"Why do you think I would lie about that?"

"It's Halloween, we all dress up and lie about who we are!" the toys are over, so it was time to bring out my plan b, yell at her. "Why aren't you even dead?" out of the corner of my eye I could see the calendar and correct the date; November 08.

"It's… kind of complicated"

"Did you eat a large amount of children's souls?"

I started to organize a plan, if this woman hadn't called her dark sisters already, she could easily run away, looking for Bella and returning to New Orleans, with my parents.

"No, it's much more complicated than this…"

"Do you want Bella's soul? Is that what you want?"

"I'm here for Bella!"

Just when I was ready to run, Sarah's sentence made me stop, as I watched her eyes follow my every move.

"What?"

"I don't understand how it works, Winnie is the one who know, but I understand that yes , we found a reason to change, we would stay here" she started walking approaching me carefully, so as not to scare me "Bella and you are my reason for being here. ”

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Narrates Sarah

"Can you remind me... What is this?" 

"One TV" 

"And inside the television is happening...?" 

"A Movie" 

“Oh. I like it" 

Mary began to change what was inside the little magic box with little Bella sitting next to her, while I waited for the little box that warms food to make its sound to serve the dinner that Y/N had left for four. . 

"I can't believe we've come down to this," Winnie whimpered as she played with one of Bella's many dolls. 

"What do you mean?" I hummed as I served the dishes. 

"How did you go from chasing children to…" I made a small gesture for her to lower my voice, I didn't want Bella to hear "hunting children, to being one's personal servant?" 

"At some point in life we were also girls" 

"Is not the same!" 

"Winnie you should relax, now we don't have to round up kids, and we can live off the yellow stuff Y/N does."

"They're called 'mac and cheese.'" Bella walked over to the small kitchen counter and sat next to Winnie, "and my mommy makes the best in the world."

"I do not think so"

“My mommy says you can't macke an opinion if you haven't trried the food; right Sarah?”

"Yup"

"Sarah, don't be influenced by a girl, don't be silly…"

"Hey!" Bella yelled as she crossed her arms and pouted "Don't call Sarah 'silly', she's not silly, she's the smartest girl in town."

"Not as much as my Bella Cinderella" I put the plate in front of her and planted a kiss on her forehead

"Thanks S. Come Mary, you have to try what mommy does"

"Here I go, little witch"

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"So… your mom never read you bedtime stories?"

"Not that I remember. I stopped seeing my mom when I was very little.

"That's not cute" Bella spoke as she covered herself even more with the blankets

"I know " I was lost for a moment in my thoughts, until I heard again what was happening outside the room. I could make out Y /N and Winnie's voices arguing over that silly board game, while Mary couldn't stop laughing “You should go to sleep now. Good night Cinderella”

“Good night, Mommy S”

I quickly left the room and ran towards Y/N.

I took her by the arm and forced her to get up from the chair; I locked us in the kitchen and started jumping, dancing and laughing.

"What's wrong, beautiful blonde?"

Stop jumping, I grabbed her hips, pulling her close and started spreading kisses on her beautiful cheeks.

"Baby Bella called me 'mommy'"

"Really?! That's AMAZING, baby"

"I love you, very much. Both of you"

"Well, you just confirmed that we love you too"

Y/N planted a kiss on me that made me forget, just for a second, the emotion running through my body. Everything was nice, until Winnie's irritating voice interrupted the moment

"Are they going to stay locked up or can Y/N give me the money he owes me already?"

"I didn't owe you anything. You fell in my country, so YOU are the one who owes me some bills"

Note:

I'm really sorry for the delay, but the university is eating up my time (in fact, I shouldn't be uploading this and I should start 3 final papers, but it doesn't matter).

It doesn't matter if it's not Halloween anymore, at some other time of the year I'll write more about my childhood crush (obviously, Sarah). Just let my semester finish and I can write more

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This is leading up to some of my favourite stuff, we're getting closer to when dove and wukong can stop antagonizing each other so much but first they gotta go through a little more, uh… 'growing pains'.

Anyway have fun with this bit!

Dove Masterlist:

A Friend

“What did you do?” You frown at the three disciples looking to one another as though they didn’t have the answer themselves. “We’ve barely been here half a day!”

Bajie scratches the back of his head sheepishly while a worried smile stretches over his features. “Heh, I may have overheard our two hosts discussing how Master rejected their ginseng fruit. I was only curious, and Monkey was the one who took them.”

“You what?!” You look back at the trio in shock. You’ve heard of ginseng, a powerful fruit that can extend your life hundreds of years by smelling its aroma alone. Eating it can enable a person to live until their forty-seven thousandth year! The fruit itself can often appear to have limbs, it's what Tripitaka must have mistaken for a baby. You’ve heard how it takes nearly ten thousand years for a ginseng tree to bear its fruit, and these fools stole them?!

Wukong slaps Bajie on the arm. “Why would you tell her?!”

“We’re all at fault,” Sandy steps in, “we all ate the fruit.”

“Yeah, but Monkey had an extra one.” Pigsy tattles, his brother in question giving him a look of offence. Wukong raises his hands in defence, stepping closer to the pig. “I told you, the first one dropped!”

“And it doesn’t excuse the fact that we all ate one.” Wujing rests a hand on each of their shoulders, a subtle attempt to diffuse the situation.

“Stop it, all of you!” You shout over their bickering. Once they finally manage to quiet down, you continue. “What’s done is done, now you have to fix it before Tripitaka pays for it.”

The trio responds with groans and rebuttals, but eventually you manage to drag them back to the main hall where their master waits, accompanied by your two hosts. You can hear the two shouting at the monk before they even enter your line of sight, Monkey King bristling with bubbling annoyance as you all draw closer.  Their faces are pulled down by frowns, their anger present in the twitch of one’s brow.

The Tang Monk himself appears tired, an understandable feeling given the situation. “These two have informed me that some of their ginseng have gone missing.”

“It isn’t missing!” One shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at Tripitaka. “It was stolen, we know it! I’ve never seen a monk with such a lack of control over his disciples.”

“Master Zhenyuan tried to tell us how rowdy and disruptive your demonic disciples really are. I should have taken those warnings more seriously.” The other chimes in with a huff.

The bout of passion makes Monkey laugh. “Am I to believe you assume we did it?” The question makes you frown inwardly, the growing irritation staying buried for the sake of appearances. Is he really about to try and play this off like they’re innocent?

“Master Zhenyuan took with him everyone but us to his conference. You are the only ones present to steal it, so it must be you!” The second disciple replies, his frown deepening despite Wukong’s laughter.

The Monkey King shakes his head with a chuckle. “And why would we do that? How would we even know of this ‘ginseng’? You never told us of its existence.”

The first disciple huffs. “We offered it to your master, but he declined it.” “Ah, so you gave it to us.” “No, we ate it.”

“So you ate the ginseng, problem solved!”

“We didn’t eat the stolen fruit, we had what your master was offered!”

“Then the fruit wasn’t stolen?”

“No– I mean, yes! It was stolen! You’re mixing my words.” “I would never think to trick you in such a way.” Wukong grins, and you do your best not to roll your eyes.

Finally, the first disciple sighs. “Fine, then. We will go and count the fruit again. If there are less than twenty-eight, we will know that you stole it.” With a nod to his brother daoist, they exit towards the gardens. Back to the tree to recount the same number of fruits. What on earth does this ape think he’s doing?

A small gust of wind blows past, and you turn to see the source: another Wukong with his arms crossed, his smile so smug, you might think he managed to somehow bring the ginseng back on his own. There is, of course, one way you can think to restore the fruit, though it’s a last resort you don’t want to use unless absolutely necessary. But those thoughts hardly matter when you and the monks are faced with a second Sun Wukong.

The group looks in befuddlement back at the newcomer Monkey King as he lets out a breath. “To think they would shout at you like that, Master. You really should be grateful that I’m here for you.”

“What?” Tripitaka frowns, looking between the two monkeys while your own face pales. Realisation hits as the monk questions his disciple. “What is going on? Why are there two of you?”

“I thought to let a clone take care of our disrespectful hosts while I took care of a few things.” He shrugs half-hazardly, the copy returning to its original state as he did, a small tuft of hair.

“You just convinced them to go back and recount the fruit.” The monkey stiffens as you speak, which only serves to make the growing knot in your stomach tighten. “Sun Wukong… where were you just now?” He makes eye contact with you, and for the first time on this journey you see the impossible sight of slight regret in his golden irises. Whatever he has done, it’s best to assume that now is the time to leave. You quickly turn back to Pigsy. “Go grab our luggage, I’ll help you. Wujing, retrieve Ao Lie and bring him to the front gates. Tripitaka, wait at the gates with Wukong and get ready to ride.”

Tripitaka calls out for you as you turn to leave with Bajie. “Wait, you want us to run? Do you not think that is a bit of an over-reaction–” As he finishes his inquiry, one of the two disciples lets out a scream so loud their voice is able to carry throughout the entire temple.

“I think this is a perfectly reasonable response.” You answer, catching Wukong’s gaze for a moment and glaring before running off with Pigsy to retrieve everyone’s luggage. With how little you all carry, it took little time to gather everyone’s things and meet the others outside.

Sandy already has Tripitaka on the horse, the group exiting the gates and racing down the mountain once you and Bajie arrive. Wujing takes what you’re carrying and you transform to keep up with the other demons and horse’s fast pace. Tripitaka looks back on occasion, watching carefully for any signs that your group was being pursued.

Even without any signs of chase, you and the pilgrims continue in your pace well-into the night. Only when you distance yourself from the mountain does the group of pilgrims slow to a stop. Ao Lie diverts from the path that leads away from the mountain, guiding the pilgrims to take cover along the edges of a forest. With the cover of the surrounding foliage and night, you transform back as everyone takes a moment to breathe. Of course, just when you get a break from the demons and dilemma-inducing rivers, something has to come along to keep everyone on their toes. To make matters worse, you ran from Zhenyuan’s temple! Perhaps he might’ve forgiven the disciples for eating his ginseng, but the look on Monkey’s face before you left was enough to dissuade that notion from your mind. You just hope his disciples that had been hosting you would be alright.

Despite the worries racing through your mind, they’re put to a halt when you hear Wukong’s laughter. “That was a close one, wasn’t it?”

Pigsy, while crouching with his hands on his knees to regain his breath, looks to the disciple in confusion. “Brother, what happened?” At the question, the demon lets out a nervous chuckle.

“I may have gotten a little angry. I mean, you saw how they were shouting at Master!” He scratches his head nervously.

Tripitaka dismounts from the horse, stepping closer to his disciple. “Pilgrim, what did you do?”

The monkey demon looks between his master and his brothers, then to you before turning back to Tripitaka. His weight shifts from one leg to the other. “I, uh, may have gone back to the ginseng tree. Andknockeditover.” He adds on the last part quickly, averting his gaze to the ground.

His swiftly-spoken words are caught easily, the Tang Monk’s eyes widening considerably while you digest the information. “You what?!” 

“At least we’re out of there, didn’t you hear what those idiots were saying to you?” He defends himself, though it barely registers to you. How could he have been so stupid? Can he never learn from his mistakes?! “I couldn’t just stand there and listen to how they were treating us. Nobody disrespects Old Monkey and gets away with–”

The demon is cut off as the palm of your hand meets his face.

The echo of the slap is met with silence and wide eyes, shock engraved in the faces of your companions that you don’t digest. All you can hone in on is the source of your anger, emotion you feel boiling to the surface. You clench your fist in an effort to contain it. “Do you ever think about anyone besides yourself?! All you had to do was apologise! Is your ego too inflated for even that?”

“How dare you–” He steps into your space, eyes narrowing but you stop him again.

“That fruit didn’t belong to those disciples, it belongs to their master! What might happen to them if he returns with nobody else to blame for your actions?” You push your finger into his chest, though it doesn’t push him back much. “One might think spending five hundred years under a mountain would change a person, but you’re still as selfish and narcissistic as you ever were!”

You can feel your hand shaking with anger, and quickly turn away with a scoff. “I shouldn’t even be wasting my breath on you.” Before he can have the chance to argue, you transform and fly off, rushing into the cool night air to give yourself a moment to breathe. You’re getting too worked up, and shouting won’t change anything. Sometimes it was just difficult to remember that with him around.

You don’t go too far, finding a nearby stream pretty quickly to rest beside. You turn back and begin to pace, finding that moving often helps calm you down. It's a struggle, your anger still bubbling beneath your skin. Words can only do so much to describe how you feel. After spending all this time with him, you’d think the Monkey King might have eventually become easier to be around. Maybe you’d be able to get along with him better after all this time, but no. You’ve had moments of sympathy, moments of understanding, but every time a step is made towards the two of you coexisting peacefully, he makes you take three steps back.

After some time, you kneel by the stream, dipping your hand into the cool water and letting it weave around your fingers. Stealing the fruit was one thing, but knocking down the tree? The ginseng itself takes thousands of years to grow, it’s why you never had the option to eat it yourself during your stay in the heavens. How long did it take for that tree to grow old enough to bear such fruit? Only for it to be knocked down by an impulsive ape.

Your thoughts are put on hold by footsteps and steady trots slowly approaching, and you turn to see Tripitaka steadily making his way to you with Ao Lie. You quickly rise to your feet to meet them, their appearance reminding you of how you very publicly slapped someone in front of your group. Yes… that may have also been a bit impulsive yourself.

“Are you alright?” Tripitaka gives you a perturbed look, and you can only imagine Ao Lie would share it if not for his current form.

You quickly nod. “Yes. I apologise for causing a scene, Tang Monk. I should not have snapped the way I did, especially in front of all of you.” As you speak, he steps closer, meeting you at the water’s edge.

“For how often the two of you bicker, I was surprised it took this long for something like this to happen.” You almost see a trace of an amused smile, though it is quickly exchanged with worry. “Though, it was surprising that out of everything I’ve witnessed from my disciple, this is what has upset you the most.”

Moving past you, the monk takes a seat by the stream, gesturing for you to join him. “They all ate the fruit, you know.” He hums, his eyes watching the water.

You look down as you take your seat next to him, your hands fidgeting in discomfort as you try to distil your lingering anger. “He’s the one who stole it. He brought down their tree.”

You feel Tripitaka’s glance but are unable to meet his eyes. “Your anger, if you don’t mind my saying so, feels more personal than that.” At that, you look back at him in surprise. “Perhaps talking about it could help alleviate some of that feeling?”

You can’t help but feel a little taken aback by the offer. “I couldn’t ask that of you, but I appreciate the offer.” You give an awkward laugh, shaking your head.

“Nonsense.” He rests a hand on your shoulder. “How many times is it now that you’ve given me peace of mind? The very least I could do is lend an ear to a friend that needs it.”

Friend? The title takes you by surprise. You look at the man for a minute, who simply offers a smile. After a few moments, you return the look with a soft smile of your own. It’s been months since you’ve started this journey with Tripitaka, you suppose there isn’t much harm in sharing your thoughts with him like this.

With a sigh, you look back to the steam. “He’s never thought about anyone other than himself, it’s infuriating. Even before we began this journey, the ‘great Monkey King’ has never shown any regard for others.” You start, closing your fists as you speak.

“I remember you mentioning you’ve met before. Is it right for me to assume his actions when you first met were just as callous?” Tripitaka inquires, his assumption almost making you smile with its accuracy.

“Even before we met.” You shake your head, a frown quickly finding its way onto your face. You begin to recall the Peach Festival, how your master had planned to give you a peach of immortality for the journey, and how Sun Wukong took all the stone fruit for himself.

Tripitaka nods along as you explain the reason behind your time in the heavens. “So Sun Wukong took your chance to become immortal?”

“It was more than that.” You continue as your reflection frowns up at you. “A few months after I moved to the palace, I was retrieved by Moksa to visit a village close to our master’s home.” You look back to the man as you elaborate. “After being rescued from my own village, I spent my years growing there. When I was young and had just learned my transformation, the other children would go into the woods with me. They made a game out of trying to find me in the trees.” A soft melancholy smile begins to form on your face, the memories faint but still present.

It only lasts for a few moments. “Lin… He was a good friend of mine. Before the Peach Festival, I promised to tell him what it was like there. He had just become a man before my departure and when I came back… he was elderly. Surrounded by a family I couldn’t recognise. He died as I fulfilled my promise to tell him what I had seen before I was taken back.” You feel your eyes begin to water but continue nonetheless. “Five days later, Moksa brought me down once more to say goodbye to his wife, a woman I thought of as a sister. A week after that, our friend, Guiying. By the end of that month, I had lost nearly everyone I knew.” Your voice starts to crack so you pause to clear your throat and turn your gaze back to the stream, though you can feel Tripitaka's eyes on you.

“Whether or not I could have had that peach, I knew I would have to say goodbye eventually. But without it, I missed their entire lives. Their weddings, their first child, I couldn’t comfort them when they lost their parents. They all lived their lives… and I never got the chance to be there for it.” You notice a tear in your reflection before your expression hardens. “All because of that selfish demon.”

For a few seconds, it’s silent, but it doesn’t take long for Tripitaka to speak. “I’m sorry, I can hardly imagine how hard it must have been. I can barely hold myself together when a demon jumps onto our path.” He laughs a bit when reflecting on his own struggles, and it makes you crack a smile. “Does Wukong know what he’s done to you?” The question makes you scoff. “He wouldn’t be able to hear past the noise of his own ego even if I tried to explain. All he ever does is belittle others or talk about himself. Even how he defended himself for uprooting the ginseng tree, it wasn’t because they were disrespecting you, it was because they were yelling at his master. If it were Pigsy or Sandy, he would have laughed!”

Your reply makes him hum, the man stroking his chin in thought as you continue. “His main source of entertainment is watching people suffer. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how he ruined my past life.” He doesn’t have a response for that, instead letting the two of you sit as the sound of the stream running past fills the silence.

“…How mad was he that I slapped him?”

Tripitaka gives an amused huff to the question. “Pigsy and Sandy had to hold him back. He stopped fighting them when I stepped in.” You look back from where the monk came from, the horse still watching over the two of you. You partly wonder what the other disciples are doing now. “I think he was less angry about you hitting him, it was more so that he wanted to have the final word.”

That sounds like Sun Wukong. “I won’t apologise for it.”

“Even if I wanted you to, I’m not your master. But Bajie and Wujing should be held accountable as well. I’ll have to think of something for them once we get far enough away from here.” Tripitaka gives a weary sigh, clearly exhausted by his disciple’s antics.

Taking in one last deep breath, you stand up and offer the man a hand. “Thank you, Tripitaka. You were right, it feels nice to have someone to share this with.”

Tripitaka smiles before taking your hand and hoisting himself up. “I am always here to listen. Like I said,  you are my friend.”

“Yes, a friend.” The word makes you smile, your anger feels lighter now, making room for something sweeter. It’s been some time since you’ve had a friend.

#sweet moment with trip 🥹 #ao lie chilling in the stables then watching all the drama unfold is me #dragon horse just enjoying the tea #little dove #jttw tripitaka #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong x reader

[the-monkey-ruler]

How Nezha Thrice Tricked the Six-Eared Macaque (1950) 哪宅三戲六耳猴

Picture: N/A

Director: Hong Zhonghao 

Starring: Mǎ yīng / Huang Chaoquan / Gao Chao / Yu Jia / Liang Sumei 

Country/Region of Production: Hong Kong, China 

Language: Cantonese 

Date: 1950-09-30 (Hong Kong, China) 

Also know as: How Nazha Thrice Tricked the Six-Eared Monkey

Type: Retelling

Summary:

Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing went to the west to learn scriptures, passing by Yangjia Village on the way. Seeing the thief Yang Xiaohu and his party members blocking the way and looting, Wukong went on a killing spree. Tang Seng reprimanded him, and said that if Wukong committed another crime, he would be expelled from the party. That night, monk Tang and his disciples stayed at Yang Bao's house, and met his son Xiaohu again. Unexpectedly, the son became a thief again, and wanted to steal everyone's luggage, but was killed by Wukong in the end. Tang Monk did what he said, and expelled Wukong, who only had to live temporarily in the purple bamboo forest. 

The Wolf Demon and the Bear Demon have been coveting the sweet-scented scent of Yang's daughter. Knowing that Wukong was expelled, they incited the powerful Six-Eared Macaque to pretend to be Wukong and rob the sweet-scented daughter and the Tang monk. Master Taiyi knew that the Tang monk was in great trouble, and he was ordered to Nezha save him. Nezha turned into the Six-Eared Macaque, provoked all the immortals, the demons, and saved the sweet-scented daughter. The Vixen Demon went to find the real Six-Eared Macaque to settle the score, but the real Six-Eared Macaque couldn't figure out why, knowing that there must be a fake pretending to be him, so he stole the treasure from Yuanshi Tianzun to get the advantage in the situation. 

Where to ask for Guanyin, and borrow the treasure Bird Spirit to fight against the Six-Eared Macaque. Bajie and Wujing joined the battle, but they were still defeated. At this time, Guanyin together with Tang Seng and Wukong arrived, Wukong was furious, and raised a stick to wipe out all the demons. After the demons were calmed down, monk Tang and his disciples embarked on the road of learning scriptures again.

Source: http://chinesemov.com/1950/How-Nazha-Thrice-Tricked-the-Six-eared-Monkey.html

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[annelidist]

im stuck thinking about bumpo's house of tricks bosses what bosses would you consider the bumpo for each game? and does anor londo as a whole count for a bumpo as well with the gwynevere part as a way to open the gwyndolin fight

okay so. i want to take a holistic view of what can be considered a palace of tricks in this post. however, with that in mind, i would not say that merely being a hidden or convoluted-to-reach boss qualifies as a Trick in and of itself. we need to maintain a high standard of bullshit here or things will get out of hand. anyway here's my comprehensive bumpo overview

DEMON'S SOULS

Fool's Idol. a fucking classic to start us off. not only does she have a bunch of clones cluttering up the arena. not only does she cover the floor in immobilising traps. NOT ONLY does she teleport. but she has an easily missable npc hanging out on a balcony above her arena who you have to locate and kill beforehand or he'll revive her repeatedly upon death. textbook shit. no notes

DARK SOULS

Pinwheel. the saddest, wettest, most pathetic of all bumpos, and this is a category that includes micolash. he's got the classic arsenal - the body doubles, the teleportation, the projectile attacks - and it just doesn't matter. he's fucked no matter what he does. sorry, buddy.

Dark Sun Gwyndolin. now, i know i made it sound like i wasn't going to include gwyndolin, but they're not here for the "giant big booby hologram of my useless sister" thing. they're here for teleporting indefinitely down an infinite hallway, like a Bitch.

Bed of Chaos. come on man

BLOODBORNE

Witches of Hemwick. a lot of people on that dog ass 10k note post that i wrote in 3 seconds and isnt even about a tweet i made are telling me the witches of hemwick aren't really that Bumpo. they're telling me they're not that big a deal. listen. Liten it's not just that this boss is invisible. it's not just that it summons a bunch of guys, multiclassing into "the gang is back together and they hate you ". it's not just the immobilising projectile attack. it's not just the respawning body doubles. it's the fake health bar. witches of hemwick is a boss fight with a fake health bar, and they're in my notes telling me that isn't double strength top ranking Clown Bullshit. Fuck Off

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare. a little undercooked as a bumpo on the individual level. but my god. what a palace of tricks he has

DARK SOULS II

i'm actually struggling to come up with a bumpo for this game. mytha, maybe? i don't know, i feel like my standards for tricks are a bit higher than just having a swamp in your arena. you need a little more panache than that, or at least need to be annoying in a less straightforward way. open to feedback of course but i just don't think anybody in dark souls 2 is the right kind of infuriating for this

DARK SOULS III

Crystal Sages. a comparatively restrained but still respectable bumpo. your common-or-garden fool. your workhorse shithead

Ancient Wyvern. as if by contrast, a most unconventional bumpo indeed! not only is the focus almost entirely on the palace of tricks, as with micolash, the ancient wyvern is also the only bumpo thus far who would not immediately die if struck by a moped

SEKIRO

Folding Screen Monkeys. a supremely Bumpo fight that also bears the unique honour of actually being, like, a good boss. i really like bosses in stealth-action games that test the player on their mastery of the stealth system rather than being action segments, and the folding screen monkeys are a great example of this! (my other favourite instances of the approach are izban from deadbolt and the boss from mgs3.) also they are part of sekiro's broader Monkey Subtheme, which rules

ELDEN RING

Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon.

[ATTACKS YOU WITH MY BEAM]

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[clockworkdragonffxiv]

Just had the Session 0 for my new Pathfinder 2e campaign. I'm running the Extinction Curse adventure path, aka the one where we are all circus folk. Currently our lineup consists of:

The Ringmaster, a Catfolk Thaumaturge (who will be picking up the Sorceror free archetype) and is intended to be sort of a battle commander type on the field. Uses a ringmaster's baton as a wand.

The Strongman, a Kashishi Giant-instinct Barbarian whose primary weapon is a large Poi/Fire Spinner as a Meteor Hammer. So this weirdly buff little psychic rhino man with the personality of an erudite gentleman who sometimes takes off his monocle and gets very, very big.

The Trick Shooter, a Poppet Pistolero Gunslinger with a Corgi mount. Think Jessie from Toy Story 2 with pink hair and elf ears riding around on a hundred pound corgi doing ridiculous trick shots with a pair of slide pistols.

The Cook, a Bear Wood Kineticist. Just a bear. Perfectly ordinary bear. Ignore the opposable thumbs and human-level intelligence or that she can summon tree trunks to hit you with. Also can summon Healing Yams.

The Newbie, a Half-Elf Sorceror of the Angelic Bloodline. The cute new kid who ran away to join the circus (with permission, apparently?) and I'm still kind of haggling with the player on this one to make it work as they want to play Sailor V. Which I'm fine with, just trying to tweak it to make it work with the team as we're honestly a little heavy on the healers and I feel like half the team is "Okay, I want to be support!" while being kind of light on the skill monkeys. So I'm suggesting maybe consider Elf Nephelim Bard/Sorceror to get the same angelic/celestial theme while bringing some more utility and firepower to the table.

This is going to be fun. :D

#dnd #pathfinder #pathfinder 2e #ttrpg #Extinction Curse #circus #tabletop

[quitealotofsodapop]

[However, I see your 5 elements and raise you one DUKE OF THUNDER!]

Okay, that has got to be the best bitchin title I have ever seen. Move over, Thor, we have a new royalty over thunder to gaze at!

Huh, so, if he could be another Celestial Monkey, likely even older than Babs or Gibbs...why didn't Buddha ever mention this guy?

*Several monkeys turn their heads to look at the big man himself*

Buddha: Ah, well, you see-Look, bear!

*Everyone quickly turns to look, realize the trick and snap back to see Buddha hastily making an escape through the window*

Hmm...*looks up which numbers are lucky in China*, okay, so 4 is actually unlucky, which is probs why the 4 Celestial Monkeys are also called the Monkeys of Destruction.

But the lucky numbers are 6 and 8, with 7 being a generally good number, but being also that the 7th Month is called the Ghost Month and it sounds close to 'to deceive'...hmmm...

Oh, and it sounds like a vulgar way of saying 'penis'.

Okay, so, Duke of Thunder, Long Armed Gibbon, Red Buttocked Horse Monkey, Intelligent Stone Monkey and Six Eared Macaque make 5.

Including our little Harbinger of Chaos, that makes 6, which is a lucky number.

But MK being the 7th Celestial Monkey would make it more fun - at least a part of me thinks so - so, who the hell could be the Sixth Monkey?

Wait...Wuxing has Earth and Wood be different elements...

Rin-Rin!

In Saiyuuki, she has similar eye markings to SWK - much like how Macaque has a similar one to SWK - which should mean, she is also a Celestial Monkey!

I once saw somebody headcanon that Rin-Rin is a flower monkey demon and her flower do give me Cosmo (a plant alien) from Sonic X vibes...that could work.

She's just chilling somewhere, never knew what she is and just exists, vibing along the way, not knowing all the bullshit that is going on, like:

Rin-Rin being that friend in the group who never got into any drama, and is still living their best life at home.

I even plan on her (at least a character based on her) still being alive/youthful in the TMKATI au, and the other monkeys are confused af. She's like the aunt/cousin in the monkey village who just... never aged?? They think maybe she ate a peach of immortality and didn't know about it.

Someone like Erlang (all seeing eye) peaks in and is like "Whoa. That monkey came *out* of a tree of immortality. Thats new. Wonder if anyone else knows about this... Best not say anything and cause a fuss."

#rin rin #lego monkie kid #lmk #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #journey to the west #jttw theories #lmk theories #lmk the other celestial primates #lmk gibbon #lmk baboon #long armed gibbon #red bottomed horse monkey #the other celestial primates