#Punk breeding Challenge

[xzaddyzanakinx]

I Crybaby I final part

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin × Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: hurt/comfort, pure smut, absolutely no plot just porn. Oral, unprotected PinV, praise, breeding kink if you squint.

Info: Anakin was an ass, it’s okay tho cause he’s recovered. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90's), cocky and super arrogant Ani

I will not apologize for how out of hand this got, I got carried away oops

He whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've made so many mistakes with you. I haven’t been kind, and I know that. I’ve been a fucking jerk.”

“But if you’ll let me, I’ll make it up to you. Please?” His gaze intensified, his eyes locking with yours.

You opened your mouth to speak and he quickly stopped you, “wait, wait. Just let me show you?”

“Oh-okay?” You gulped, looking up at him with a new curiosity.

“Please don’t punch me.” He hesitantly moved to close the space between you, his hands shaky as he gently touched the exposed skin on your stomach. Settling his warm palms on your waist.

“I like you for you. Cute little stuffed animals, pepto pink and frills, all of it. I promise.” He whispered, thumbs brushing against the softness of your stomach.

You heart pounding in your chest as desire sparked between the two of you. Anakin slowly allowing his lips softly to brush against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration of each other's lips. But as the heat between you grew, his kiss deepened, and your fingers instinctively tangled in his shaggy hair.

He pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

His hands slid up your sides, his fingers grazing the curves of your breasts, teasing you with their touch. His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red than yours as his lips descended on yours once more, his tongue sliding against your plump lower lip, seeking entrance. You eagerly welcomed him, your bodies molded against each other, his firm chest pressed against your softness, the heat between you intensifying so much that he gripped you in his arms with such strength that you stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind you.

He laughed against your lips, feeling you smile beneath them. Hastily he opened up your front door, urging you inside.

“Anakin?” You whispered, “I’m not all that experienced, I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“No need to be embarrassed, alright? Just be yourself, that's all I want." He reassured you with a peck to your forehead.

Anakin's touch paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes. He cupped your face gently with his large hands, his thumb brushing against your soft cheeks.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I won't push you into anything you're not ready for." His words washed over you, bringing a sense of relief and reassurance.

“I know, I trust you,” you smiled, leaning into him. “But, I’m not complete prude despite your prior beliefs.”

“Oh c’mon, baby” He rolled his eyes and tutted, "I want this to be special for you.”

“So then make it special.” You challenged.

“You’re sure?” He asked, pierced eyebrows raised. “I don’t want you to regret this, I don’t think I can handle it if you do. I know I won’t.”

You nodded, feeling a tinge of relief. Anakin's touch on your waist tightened and felt comforting. The nervousness that once consumed you now mingled with excitement as he backed you into your room.

His breath ragged as his hands moved to the short hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing your bralette to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over your body, a fire burning within them, and you felt a surge of confidence swell within your stomach. You shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you in just your panties.

A wicked grin spread across his face, and he wasted no time. His hands eagerly roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His touch was electric, setting your skin ablaze with desire. And as his lips found your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Heat pooled between your legs, body aching for his touch. You hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. But with Anakin, there was no room for hesitation. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked with yours, waiting for a response.

“Anakin?” You asked tentatively, reaching out to brush your fingers across his bare stomach.

A low groan escaped his lips, and without another word, he quickly kicked off his jeans, the sight of his toned body sending a shiver down your spine. His lips claimed yours once more, his hands exploring, his touch sending you farther and farther under his spell.

The room felt charged with desire as the soft lighting cast gentle shadows across the walls, creating an intimate ambiance. His body was a work of art, revealing the contours of his muscular form. The sight of him stirred a deep longing within you, and you couldn't help but admire the tattoos that adorned his skin, each one a testament to his journey in life.

Now that you were so intimately entwined, your hands trailing over his pecs you realized he had something you’d never noticed before. It’d had been dark outside, you were too caught up in your emotions to notice before, but now it the dimly lit bedroom the tiny metallic bars were easily visible and warm to the touch.

“You pierced your nipples?” You giggled and he waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m offended that you just noticed.” He chuckled licking his lips and descending to your breasts. “want me to do yours?”

Nipping sharply before letting his lips close around one hardened nipple, sucking gently as he teased the other with his fingers. A gasp escaped your lips, and your fingers found their way to his hair, tangling in the shaggy strands as you arched into his touch, yearning for more. Anakin's touch was skilled and attentive, the neediness that coursed through your body was almost unbearable.

He kissed his way down the expanse of your stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reached the waistband of your panties. His fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling it down your legs with agonizing slowness, exposing your dripping heat to his hungry gaze.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration as he positioned himself between your legs.

Anakin guided you to the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration.

"Be a good girl and lay down for me baby." He cooed, his voice silky smooth.

You immediately complied, laying down in the center of the bed and watched him crawl up and lay between your legs, his head dangerously close to your cunt.

"W-what're you gonna do?" You asked nervously as he kissed and licked and sucked the plush skin of your inner thigh. His fingers still toying with your peaked nipples.

“You’re joking.” His head jerked up in shock. “You’re telling me no one has ever eaten your pussy before?”

“No?” You said confused.

“That’s a fucking crime.” He groaned, spreading your cunt open with his thumbs. “What kind of guys have you been with?”

“Is that an actual question or?” You laughed.

“I asked didn’t I?” He said, not looking at you, just mesmerized by the slick covering you.

“I’ve only ever been with one other guy.” You shrugged, “he never even tried, I mean I didn’t really ask but-“

“What a fucking idiot.” He interrupted. “Lemme taste you, lemme give you what you need baby.”

His gaze locked with yours, seeking permission that you eagerly granted, body pulsating with anticipation. And as he leaned in, his tongue tracing circles around your aching core, the world spun.

You clung to the sheets, breathing erratic as you got lost in the feeling of him eagerly nuzzling into you. Anakin was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, his tongue skillfully flicking against your clit. Time seemed to lose all meaning as pleasure washed over you in waves that threatened to consume you entirely.

Your body writhed beneath him, moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"Taste so good. So fucking sweet." Anakin’s husky voice muffled by your thighs.

His hands caressed every curve, every dip and swell of your body leaving tingles in their wake as he devoured you.

"Every inch of you is perfect." He moaned.

Anakin's eyes darkened as he gazed up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His tongue left you momentarily, leaving you breathless and wanton. His teeth grazing your thigh as he bit down, marking you as his while his middle and ring finger breached your entrance.

You couldn't tear you gaze away from Anakin, his intense stare, he parted your legs even further, his warm breath dancing over your soaked core.

His tongue teased along your folds flicking gently before delving deeper, exploring the depths of your slick desire. A moan escaped your lips, the sound of your racing heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Anakin's mouth claimed your clit, his lips encasing it in a delicate embrace. The world around you faded as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, rendering you a trembling mess. His tongue danced skillfully over the sensitive bud, alternating between soft flicks and firm licks that elicited sweet moans from deep within your chest.

Hands in his shaggy hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. As his mouth worked its magic, his fingers gently curling and pressing against that spot that made you see stars. Each movement sent sparks of ecstasy radiating through your body. The white hot lighting coiled tightly within you, spiraling higher and higher as Anakin's ministrations pushed you closer to the edge.

Sensing your nearing climax, Anakin intensified his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. His sloppy lewd noises that filled the room, mingling with gasps and moans of unadulterated bliss.

Finally, unable to hold it any longer, you shattered into a million pieces, a powerful orgasm capturing you. Your body convulsed with pleasure, Anakin never stopping despite the crushing pressure of your thighs against his head.

Once you’d released him he crawled up beside you holding you through the aftershocks, his touch a grounding force amidst the blissful chaos. His lips found yours, kissing hungrily, savoring the taste of your juices of his tongue.

“Well?” He asked, actual concern in his tone.

“Well what?” You gulped down air, trying to regulate your breathing.

“Was it- did you like it?” He asked nervously, toying with his lip rings.

“Are you serious right now?” You giggled.

Anakin's eyes softened as he looked down at you, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your flushed face. His lips curled into a tender smile, tinged with a hint of mischief.

“Guess I just like to hear how great I am at everything.” He shrugged.

“You’re full of it.” You laughed, smacking his arm before getting serious again.

You looked up at him, skin flushed and sweaty in the after glow of orgasm. Your fingers tracing the waist band of his boxers.

"Let me see... please?" Your fingers slipping beneath the elastic and feeling his hard length.

It was thick and long… With something hard at the very end that made him groan when your fingers brushed against it. You pushed his boxers down, getting on your knees in front of him, watching in awe as his cock bounced against his stomach.

"What? Oh my god did you pierce your dick?" You squealed, shocked and curious.

Anakin smirked down at you, his eyes burning with desire. He enjoyed the way you looked at him with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"Yeah, babe, got a little something extra in there. It’s a Prince Albert. You wanna play with it, huh?" His voice was low and rough, filled with anticipation.

He leaned back, spreading his legs wider, giving you full access to his throbbing cock. Anakin's breathing hitched as your fingers trailed lightly up and down his length, slowly inching closer to him.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, arching his hips forward, encouraging you. "It's all yours, baby. Take a good look at what you've done to me."

His grip tightened on the sheets as you delicately placed a kiss to his tip. Your lips igniting a surge of electricity down his spine. Anakin's cock twitched in response, it was clear he was extremely sensitive and you planned to exploit that.

"God, yes," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Anakin couldn't help but let out a low growl of anticipation, his hand instinctively reaching out to rest on your head. He pushed lightly, hoping to spur on your movements. Your sloppy kisses down his length were torturous, he needed your mouth around him now.

"Go ahead babydoll. Show me what you can do." He challenged you, voice rich with desire.

He hissed, gripping your hair gently, his eyes closing tightly as you finally took him into your mouth. The metal ball of his piercing clicking your teeth before hitting your tongue. His breath hitched at the feeling, you could see his stomach tightening. His eyes now open, locked on your face, wanting to savor every moment.

"You like that? You like playing with my pierced cock?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

Bucking up into your mouth causing your eyes to water. His other hand reached out, caressing your hollowed out cheek, his touch tender despite the raw intensity of the moment. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face as he focused on your tongue sliding the metal hoop back and forth each time you dragged your lips back up his length. Each time as you bobbed your head down you tried forcing him all the way into your throat.

His voice grew darker, filled with a mixture of awe and playful arrogance.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured. "Look at you, taking it all in. Such a dirty girl, showing me how well you can handle me."

Anakin's fingertips grazed along your stretched lips, his touch electric against the soft skin. He bit his lip, fighting back a moan, as your fingertips danced along the length of his shaft, marveling at the ridges and veins that pulsed with his arousal. The combined sensations of your touch and the way you were suctioned around the head of his cock, viscously flicking the metal hoop with the tip of your tongue sent shivers of pleasure cascading through his body.

His gaze never left you, he couldn’t bare to look away the sight of you on your knees, your attention focused entirely on him. The way you were so dedicated to showing him what your pretty mouth could do only intensified his arousal. His length throbbed against your tongue, savoring the taste of his precum that coated your tongue. The weight of his cock sent a ripple of need through your core.

With each slow and deliberate suck, Anakin's hips rocked forward, matching the rhythm you had set. The intensity of his desire grew, building like a raging fire within him. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a mixture of possessiveness and a silent plea for more.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice filled with a raw need. "That's it, babygirl. Take me deeper. Suck me just like that."

In response to his plea, you took him deeper, your tongue lavishing attention along the ridges of the pulsing veins beneath the thin skin.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled, his voice laced with desperation. "I'm close. Gonna cum right down that pretty little throat babydoll."

You nodded, both hands trailing up his thighs to his stomach. Splaying your fingers across the taut and tattooed flesh. His large hand guiding your movements, his piercing grazing the back of your throat as your nose nuzzled into his pubic hair. You hollowed out your cheeks and gagged around his thickness.

He kept moving you, faster, harder down his cock and you responded by digging your nails into his abdomen as tears pricked your eyes. Just as you though he couldn’t make this any more difficult for you, he did. Rutting up into your mouth and bruising the tender flesh of your throat.

“Say my name, beg for my cum.” He growled, his voice getting weaker.

You mumbled, trying not to choke as you hummed nonsense around his twitching cock. You looked up to meet his gaze as he forced you to deep throated his cock. He doubled over at the sight of your disheveled face, legs tensing while he came in heavy spurts down your throat.

He instinctively bucked his hips, thrusting into your mouth as his orgasm overtook him. The intensity of his release washed over him and he groaned through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, princess," he managed to utter, his voice strained "Take it all. Swallow it. You're doing so fucking good."

His grip on your hair tightening almost painfully, as he watched, captivated, as you eagerly drank down every drop. Anakin's breathing steadied as his orgasm subsided, his body slowly relaxing. He gently released his grip on your hair, his fingers smoothing it back into place behind your ears.

"You tasted good." You whispered against his thigh, licking his tip playfully, his cock jumping in response.

Anakin chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he pulled away slightly to meet your gaze.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice tinged with arrogance.

He regripped your hair gently, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled you up into his arms and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, seeking entrance as he deepened the kiss. The flavors of him still lingered on your tongue and he savored the sensation of tasting himself on your lips.

His tongue danced with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth with a hunger that matched the desire simmering between you two. The kiss was filled with a fiery passion, a sweet exchange of intimacy that left both of you yearning for more.

Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both possessive and tender. His fingertips traced tantalizing patterns along your skin, eliciting shivers of anticipation from deep within you. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, a testament to the effect he had on you.

Pulling away for a moment, he smirked and trailed a trail of heated kisses along your jawline, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Lay back down.” His words were a low, gravelly whisper against your ear.

You were quick to comply and you could see that Anakin enjoyed how willing you were to obey. He wasted no time in gripping your hips, hands trailing down your thighs to wrench them apart.

“Shit, you’re this wet from sucking my cock?” He moaned, sliding his finger through your soaked folds.

“Mhm.” You mewled, arching into his touch.

He bit his lip, pressing his nose into the junction of your thigh and pussy, breathing you in deeply. The action was so dirty yet so sexy, watching his eyes flutter as he committed the scent of you to memory. You couldn’t help but buck up against his face, needing something, anything.

“Please?” You whined, pawing at his idle hands on your waist.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“I need you Ani.” You moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You sure babydoll?” He grinned widely, “s’not gonna be too much for this tight little cunt?”

You were willing to do or say whatever he wanted at this point, your desire reaching a boiling point that threatened to spill over into feral neediness.

“Please!” You groaned, pulling him up by his hands. “Anakin please I need you.”

“Tell me how you want it sweet girl.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Want you inside, please.” You responded, shamelessly wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, need you so bad it hurts.” You whined, pulling him down with the strength of your legs so that his cock would graze your wet cunt.

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire as your words pierced straight through him. The raw need in your voice, the desperation in your plea ignited a fire within him that burned with a white-hot intensity. He couldn't deny you, not when you begged so readily, matching the undeniable want that radiated from every pore of his own body.

A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he surrendered to the craving, the hunger that consumed him. He crashed his lips against yours once again, his kiss filled with a hunger that mirrored yours. His body pressed against yours, his hardness evident against your heated core, a delicious friction that made your head spin with delirious pleasure.

His hands roamed greedily across your body, aching to feel every inch of your skin beneath his fingertips. He cupped your breasts, teasing your hardened nipples between his fingers, drawing out teasing gasps from your trembling lips. With a primal need coursing through him, he broke the kiss and positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours.

Anakin's eyes darkened with a mix of lust and adoration as he entered you slowly, savoring every inch of the exquisite tightness that enveloped him. A shiver of pleasure ran through his spine, his breath hitching at the overwhelming sensation of finally being enveloped by you.

A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure surging through both of you. His pace was steady and deliberate, expertly angling his hips to hit every sensitive spot within you. The room filled with the symphony of your moans, unfiltered pleasure that echoed through his ears and spurred him on.Anakin's thrusts grew harder, faster, rocking your bodies together with a primal rhythm.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice husky and filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness.

His hands squeezed your hips, his grip possessive yet gentle as he guided you to meet his thrusts, intensifying the euphoric feeling that consumed you both.

You could feel yourself clench around him, his thick cock almost visible through your stomach as it pumped in and out of your soaked cunt. His piercing dragging along the sensitive walls in a way you’d never experienced. Each languid movement was bliss, you were reduced to a moaning mess beneath him, pussy gushing slick arousal.

"Don't. Don't stop, please please don't stop."

You clutched onto him tighter, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to anchor him to you. One hand fisted in his hair to tug gently at his locks. You rocked against him, trying to get some extra friction on your neglected clit.

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, his own desire mirroring yours as he thrust into you with an unrelenting fervor. Each deep and powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. His groans mingled with your moans in a way that only served to drive him further into a frenzy. Feeling your inner walls clench around him, he couldn't help but let out a feral growl of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his voice husky and strained. He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he maintained a commanding rhythm, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate.

The room was filled with the heady scent of sex, your slick arousal coating his cock as he plunged into you again and again. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead as he fought for control, his focus solely on bringing you to orgasm. Anakin ground himself against your clit, providing that extra friction that ignited the fire within you. The fire burned at the base of your spine, growing hotter and hotter.

His voice was barely a growl as he spoke, his breath hot against your ear. "You're close, baby. So fucking close, I can feel it. Let go for me."

The words were the trigger, pushing you over the edge as an eruption of pleasure consumed you. Your body tensed, your walls clenching around him in a vice-like grip as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Anakin's own release wasn't far behind, his rhythm faltering as he neared his tipping point. The room was filled with the heavy sounds of your ragged breaths as you came down from the heights of ecstasy, now completely at his mercy.

Anakin's body tensed as he felt the pulsating grip of your tightness around him. His movements grew more urgent, his thrusts deep and relentless as he took you past the point of pleasure and into the torturous grounds of ever stimulation.

Feeling your hand in his hair, the gentle pull sending sparks of pleasure through his body, he moaned against your neck. The sensation of your slick arousal coating his cock, the sound of your desperate cries and the way your teeth sank into his shoulder in blissful pain fueled the fire within him.

“Anakin, I can’t.” You whined, hiding into him for dear life.

“You can, I know you can baby.” He nodded, cupping your face with one hand as he rose to kneel between your legs, the position allowing him to move quicker, more aggressively.

“Just give me one more babydoll, just one more.” He panted, reaching between your bodies, “Fuckin’ love it when you cum on my cock.”

His fingers danced skillfully over your throbbing clit, expertly applying pressure in all the right places.

Anakin growled, pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder, sloppy kisses placed along your ankle. It was then that you heard him make a new noise, a whimper. His eyebrows knit tightly, his grip on you was bruising. His fingers relentlessly rubbing your clit in tandem with his cock bullying your walls.

Your cunt squelching with lewd wetness, unbelievably soaked with slick all from his touch. Clamping down on his leaking cock once more.

“That's it, princess. Come for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel." He grunted.

Your body quaked, pleasure seizing every inch of your being. The sounds of your muffled cries of his name beneath your hand only further fueled his own pleasure, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a possessive grip on your hips, Anakin's thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing with need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your moans. His eyes locked onto yours, a swirling with passion and possessiveness.

"You want it, baby girl? You want me to fill you up? To make you mine?" His voice was husky and laced with a raw hunger.

As he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the impending release building within him, he was desperate to hear you.

“Please, please.” He let out a high pitched whine, “let me cum in your pretty pussy please.”

“You can, you can cum Ani.” You nodded, clutching his sweaty locks of hair.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, guttural groan, Anakin gave in to the inevitable. He pressed himself deep inside you, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed, claiming you as his own. His body trembled against yours as he rode out his orgasm, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. The warmth of his cum filled you, leaving you with a delicious sense of fullness. The primal act of marking you as his in this way would be etched into every fiber of his being from now on.

Anakin's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, affection shining through.

“Mine, all mine.” He mumbled, his lips attacking every inch of your soft skin.

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[cursedalthoughts]

Sorry I'm not very original so here's a small ask :

— Favorite bug ?

— Favorite Dinosaur ?

— Best food you've ever ate (and where) ?

— Dream job ?

— What would you do if you got 10 000 000 000$ right now ?

— Manga or Comics ?

— Ever heard/listened real punk music ?

— Cat or Dog ?

— Ketchup or Mayo ?

— You got granted admin rights on Space & Time for 5 minutes, what do you do ?

— Pizza or Burger ?

— Is Fate Stay Night good ?

— You read light novels ?

— Dark Vador VS Batman : who wins ?

— Coolest thing you own ? (COOLEST doesn't mean expensive or high-end, just a cool thing even if it's a Crystal Pepsi bottle cap.

— Ever drank a Crystal Pepsi ?

— Backrooms or Poolrooms ?

— You've been challenged to a whip fight with Indiana Jones, who wins between you and him ?

— Favorite "adult movie" actress ?

— Do you have all your toes ?

— A thing you thought it was true but turned out to be wrong or fake

— Do you have your own conspiracy theory ? (Exemple : You've never seen a pizzaiolo in your local pizza parlor so you're convinced it's a Ghost making pizzas)

— Basket-Ball duel with you and Mao Zedong, first to score wins, who scores first ?

— Sword or Spear ?

— Favorite Sherlock Holmes story ?

— Ever got feelings for someone but got rejected hard ?

— If I offer you 100 000$ for having Mohawk Hairstyle until the end of your life would you do it ?

— A random fact about you ?

— Something you're ashamed of ?

— Ever rejected someone's feelings ?

— You're sent to One Piece universe for the rest of your life, what do you do ?

— Ever got into a fistfight ? Who won ?

— Your proudest moment before you were 15 ?

— Scully or Mulder ? Why ?

— You're sent to a remote Island with unlimited food and water but no phone, TV, PC, etc and only ONE Book. Which one ?

— Sword duel between you and Chuck Norris, who wins ?

— Would you tape yourself to a hungry crocodile to use it as a backpack ?

— Unlimited Space Travel : where you go first ? Why ?

— Mighty Max or Polly Pocket ?

— Worst pokémon ever according to you ?

— Ever went to a museum ? Which one ?

— Ink Pen or Pencil ?

— Dream Travel destination ?

— You can go anywhere in time and kill one person without being caught but no one will know you did it. Who do you kill ? Why ?

— Would you learn to juggle with functioning chainsaws ?

— Have you ever witnessed a crime ?

— Random weird fact ?

— Tardigrades are now elephant-sized, how do you react ?

— Best "yo mama" joke ?

— Do you brush your teeth everyday ?

— Animal that can't be owned as pet (either forbidden or extinct) but you'd kill to have one ?

— Do you like ants ?

— Kix or Golden Grahams ?

— You can star in any movie produced from the first movie ever made until today, but as a background character. Which movie and which scene ?

— Star Wars, Star Trek or Star Gate ?

— Wine or Beer ?

— Worst dog breed ?

— Funniest joke you've heard/read ?

— the person of your dreams wants a one night stand with you and there will be nothing more after that, who you choose ?

thats a lot of questions and none of them related to AL dawg

uhhhh. idk.

Backrooms or Poolrooms ? poolroms.

What would you do if you got 10 000 000 000$ right now ? finance a whole ass anime show about my oc worldbuilding @tegarrianlore go follow it

Do you brush your teeth everyday ? i have depression

Something you're ashamed of ? too many to count

Dream job ? i would love to work assembling and testing computers, but only if i dont have to deal with customers.

#theres a lot more questions but idk man i am not answering them im sorry

[fiftytwotwentytwo]

Closing the Book on 52 Books

I saw a YouTube video not too long ago where a person talked about how they also read 52 books in one year and how it changed their life.

So, is my life changed?

No.

But I will say a weight has been lifted.

I initially started this challenge because I could not remember the last time I read a book (It had been at minimum 2 years since I read a book) and I wanted to fall in love with reading - I wanted to make it a lifelong habit.

Well - it certainly could have been my book choices but most of the time I felt like I was doing homework. I also thought by reading almost everyday that my reading speed and comprehension would increase - to be honest I never measured it AND don't know how to measure it, but I feel like I am about the same as I was.

What will happen after this?:

With my personality - I have recognized that I can drop things pretty easily without remorse. I could (and most likely) easily slide back into not reading books again.

A reverse addiction....

A Reverse Addiction is coy way of me saying that laziness is my real addiction.

Man-Oh-Man, I absolutely love doing nothing. I could do nothing for weeks if I could afford to or didn't have obligations (my internet persona is going from self appointed "Person Amongst Saints" (big JK right there) to a real Piece of Shit - no JKs there) AND I recognize that about myself.

And since laziness is an obvious realization for myself I started creating grand, yet arbitrary, goals for myself each year.

Back in college an acquaintance stated the "challenges" I set for myself were just punishements to keep me living in misery and I would have to disagree - yes - sometimes the goal I can set for myself can be tedious, exhausting, and eat away at my social engagements - but at the same time I like having something to look forward to - something to break me of my laziness - and it wouldn't be too far fetched to say that I don't at least least learn something new (either in knowledge or internalized retrospection).

Anywhosel, back to the books - Will I continue reading?

Well, I not going to worry about - I not going to set goals - so I do forsee I will probably not read much. In a perfect world What would be nice is if read about 1 to 1.5 books per month... 12-18 books per year... but no promises to myself.

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If I do seek out some books - Here are some author's on my "booklist":

V.E. Schwab: I love their writing style - read two books already by Schwab. I have a third book of theirs already collecting dust that I am somewhat excited to read.

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Taylor Jenkins Reid: Read two of her books - Thought they were good. Enjoyed a small discovery that her stories/characters live in the same universe - I wouldn't mind reading more of her stuff.

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Stephen King: Only read one of his books, but I was thoroughly impressed and of course he has a reputation to stand up too.

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Agatha Christie: I was a bit skeptical - but her mystery books are legit and I could use more mystery in my life.

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Lee Child: This one I think I was most shocked by - Killing Floor (first installment to the Jack Reacher series) was sooo good. I think I wouldn't mind following Ol' Jack Reacher around.

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Kurt Vonnegut: This dude has some effing style when it comes to his work - dark humor and a bit absurdist - kind of elevated punk.

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And Now - Here is the list of books from my self described Worst Reads to my Favorites:

The Love Hypothesis (Wasted Potential - BS premise)

Ready Player Two (An absolute fall from grace - Made me Hate fictional versions of John Hughes and Prince which in turn made me non-fictional despise the author)

The Hating Game (IMO - Hot Garbage)

Interview with a Vampire (Depressing)

American Psycho (No Charm - Boring)

One Hundred Years of Solitude (Artful, Poetic, Repetitive, Dull)

Midnight Sun (An unreadable cash grab)

Brave New World

Last of the Breed

The Fuck-Up

Eat, Pray, Love

All About Me

The Midnight Library

Tuesdays with Morrie

Feed

Murder at the Vicarage

The Paris Apartment

Snow Crash

Carry On

Cinder

Leviathan Wakes

Grey

Crushing It

The Unhoneymooners

No Memes of Escape

Where The Crawdads Sing

Silver Screen Fiend

Yearbook

Mexican Gothic

Survivor

Invisible Monsters

Malibu Rising

Vengeful

Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone

The Maidens

Breakfast of Champions

Coma

The Storyteller

The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle

Death on the Nile

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Verity

The 100 Year Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared

Circe

Song of Achilles

Jurassic Park

Pulp

11/22/63

Killing Floor

The Confederacy of Dunces

Slaughterhouse-Five

Vicious (Read Vicious in late January and I still think about to this day -Could not put it down - Fun, Exciting, Dark, Read like a Movie)

RED = Cannot Stand / Unbearable

BLUE = Highly Recommend / Keepers / Will Re-Read

GREEN = A New Favorite - Top 5 for Life

#52 in 22 #books #book club #reading #book review #page count #good reads #Vicious #love reading #worst books of 2022 #Best Books #favorite authors

[amoonlitboutique]

Micro Trends: The Life and Times

Micro trends in fashion have played a significant role in shaping the ever-evolving landscape of style and personal expression. These, often fleeting and niche, reflect the nature of fashion as it revolves around cultural shifts, technological advancements, and individual desires. Today, we will delve into the history of micro trends in fashion, exploring their origins, influences, and impacts on the industry and society.

Micro trends, not just in fashion, can be traced back to various periods throughout time where subcultures and, in general, smaller communities started to adopt distinct styles. One of the earliest examples was in the 50s and 60s, with the emergence of the "Teddy Boys" in the UK and the "Beatniks" in the United States. These showcased how fashion was becoming a means of self-expression and group identity. These early micro trends were characterized by specific clothing items like slim-cut suits and leather jackets, reflecting rebellion against societal norms and societal standards at the time.

However, it was during the 1980s that micro trends began to gain more recognition and visibility. This was largely due to the rise of global interconnectedness brought about by various media. Subcultures like the "Punks," "Goths," and "New Romantics" were able to reach a broader audience, and their unique fashion choices, including ripped clothing, heavy makeup, and flamboyant accessories, became emblematic of their respective movements.

The dawn of the internet age in the 1990s further accelerated the spread of micro trends in fashion. Online forums, chat rooms, and later social media platforms allowed individuals to connect and share ideas with like-minded people from around the world. This facilitated the rapid dissemination of micro trends, often driven by individual influencers rather than traditional fashion houses. The term "hipster" gained prominence during this time, referring to individuals who embraced counter-cultural styles that were often marked by vintage clothing, eclectic accessories, and a sense of irony.

As the 21st century progressed, micro trends continued to emerge and evolve at an unprecedented pace. The advent of platforms like Instagram, TikTok, and fashion blogs created a new breed of influencers who could spark trends with a single post. Items like the "dad sneaker" and the "bucket hat" gained cult followings and became emblematic of a new wave of fashion enthusiasm driven by young consumers seeking individuality within a hyper-connected world.

One key aspect of micro trends is their tendency to blur gender lines and challenge traditional notions of masculinity and femininity. The "gender-neutral" and "androgynous" aesthetics gained traction as individuals sought to break free from restrictive gender norms. Fashion became a means of expressing one's true self, regardless of societal expectations.

The sustainability movement also began influencing micro trends, with consumers showing increasing interest in eco-friendly and ethical fashion choices. "Slow fashion," characterized by durable, timeless pieces that contrasted with the fast-paced nature of fast fashion, gained momentum. Items like second-hand clothing, upcycled garments, and ethically produced accessories became not only fashion statements but also statements about one's values.

Micro trends in fashion have had a profound impact on the broader fashion industry as well. High-end designers and fashion houses started taking cues from street style and micro trends, incorporating elements of these niche styles into their collections. The democratization of fashion was evident as runway trends were translated into more accessible versions for the mass market.

In conclusion, the history of micro trends in fashion reflects the ever-changing nature of style, culture, and society. From their early origins within subcultures to their contemporary prominence in the age of social media, micro trends have pushed boundaries, celebrated individuality, and challenged conventional norms. These trends are a testament to the power of fashion as a form of self-expression and a reflection of the broader shifts in our world.

#1950s #vintage #grunge #fashion #retro #60s #hippie #hip hop #history #modeling #trends & celebrity style

[an-actual-brick]

Ash - God of Lighting AU

OKAY so this is going to be a REALLY long one so bare with me here! This whole brain blast was brought to you by "Samudrartha" from the new Star Rail update so blame Mihoyo for this. ALSO this is basically a pure power-fantasy AU, so there will not be much nuance here, I apologize :p

[CW: Gore]

SO, to start, some background for this AU and also just a summary of Ash's story up unto this divergence:

Hephaxus-3 was a frigid wasteland of a planet before being discovered by Ghemenga Heavy Industries, but its vast stores Hephaistium Aluminide saw the planet quickly explode into a glistening metropolis of trade. Glistening towers of glass sprouted up and out of fields of technicolor blooms; imported from the far corners of the imperium. All the while an indigo sky unfolded from sky-scraping terraforming towers, bringing artificial rains and endless fields of green to the once frozen rock.

And while the surface was burgeoning with wealth, a fearless and stoic mining colony greased the gears of the economy just below the surface. Travelers likened stepping into the Underground to visiting a new world entirely. Sprawling caverns and crevasses - hollowed out by goliath mining rigs - were bright as daylight, lit head to toe with LCD banners. The miners of Hephaxus-3 were born of a different breed of toughness; coming from long lines of some of Ghemenga’s bravest souls, the planet was colonized with workers possessed of a superhuman grit. To be expected, as it was well known amongst Ghemenga home world citizens that those volunteering to ship off to Hephaxus must be gluttons for punishment, and have more than a few screws loose.

But this prosperity was short lived. The sudden glut of HepAlide within the galactic economy rocketed Ghemenga to the top of imperial stocks, and the shareholders smelled blood. Soon, they were demanding double the output, longer hours, relaxed safety precautions, all while wages stagnated. A strike was imminent, but Ghemenga wouldn’t see their precious supply lines cut. When Ghemenga responded with scabs and brass, war exploded between the Overland & the Underground. Mining machines were fashioned into weapons, but even the hardened Undergrounders were no match for the paramilitary forces of Ghemenga. Soon, mining teams of scabs, guarded by military police, were being regularly ambushed by the guerilla band of Hephaxian miners. The cities of the underground gradually began to take sides. Some servicing the Overlanders, others the guerillas, and most treacherous of all - the lawless, neutral “Breaker” towns.

Ash was raised in one such town to three guerilla parents, and in her entire life she has known nothing but conflict. However, just like her progenitors before her, she takes these challenges in stride, making something of a personal game out of gambling and bashing in Ghemenga scab skulls. Never preferring to stay in one place long, Ash roams the vast tunnels of the underground looking for trouble wherever she can find it.

However, the very nature of this world is about to be shaken to its core. As an extraordinary measure, the Ghemenga corporation decides to send in a warship outfitted with a warhead of yet unseen destructive power to glass the mines of Hephaxus-3 and start anew. The guerilla "punks" of the mines intercept news of the weapons arrival, and mount a sabotage of the weapon - detonating it in orbit, and sacrificing themselves in the process.

With this explosion, the unthinkable happens; The raw energy of the detonation creates a temporary instability in the fabric of reality at the site, allowing for the convergence of three lay-lines, and the opening of a magic well. In the preceding days, the power spilling fourth from the well begins to manifest, sowing chaos in a population for whom magic was but the realm of fairy tails.

Ghemenga's already tenuous grasp on the colony begins to slip as its residents begin to experiment with their newfound ability. For some, its as pedestrian as being able to light candles with the tip of a finger, while others find themselves possessed of altogether much more destructive power. In response, the corporations full might is brought to bear against the colony. The more powerful mages are bought, and the weaker are culled. Guerilla operators suddenly find themselves on the back foot and loosing numbers rapidly.

Amongst this chaos, Ash has found herself suddenly struck with blindingly painful migraines. Each one worse than the last, she is constantly fighting them back to put up a fight, but her crew is begging to feel the effects of a crippled team mate.

Okay! Now that you're all caught up, let me present to you; Ash becoming the god of lightning! (Ash and her crew of punks find themselves outnumbered by a Ghemenga enforcer ambush deep in the HepAlide tunnels of Hephaxus-3)

That familiar pain shot through her neck again, crashing into her head like a bullet. Ash screamed, her consitution pushed to its breaking point. Her grip relented, dropping her wrench to the ground with a thunk.

"Stop..."

She heard her own voice call out in her mind. A plead.

"Stop."

This time, more stern. A command. The pain cascaded once again, and she collapsed to her knees. Alix called out to her, the punk's hammer tangled in blows with an enforcer. "Ash! You've got to get up! Ash- augh! c-cmon!" She stammered, taking a blow to the back of her knees from another enforcer at her flank. On her hands and knees, her eyes filled with tears from pain. Turning her head, she glanced as an enforcer's pile punker drove itself through Timarin's spine. Blood exploded from his mouth with a wordless plea.

"Stop this."

The voice commanded again. But her voice didn't sound fully her own.

Her captain called out from behind her, "We must retreat! Get everyone back to the trackloader! Get back n-" A bullet caught his throat, the viscera of his neck spilling onto his lieutennant. The poor boy's eyes froze wide, and his shock was cut short as an explosion from behind shot a rod of steel through his torso; The trackloader had been destroyed by enforcer anti-tank munitions.

Alix called again, "Ash, please! W-we have to go now! Come on, I can't loose you here!"

Another shot of pain. Vomit spilled from Ash's mouth, a shrill scream mixing with her hot bile. Purple arcs shot across her eye lids. Crumpled now on her side, she managed to witness Alix's attempt to reach her, only to be stopped by a pile bunker through her chest. Alix's blood wet Ash's jacket.

"You have to STOP FIGHTING"

A crackle of energy ran though Ash's spine. She began to cry hysterically.

"STOP. FIGHTING."

The voice was now fully not her own, but bellowed with an impossibly deep masculine baritone.

An enforcer approached her limp body. Soaked in blood and bile, she raised a hammer to end the punk's pitiful suffering.

"YOU MUST. LET. G-"

"GO" Ash screamed, emptying her lungs as she laid in the mud. Sparks arced up her spine. Her limbs crackled with light. Her eyes bleached blank. As the hammer came down on her head, the enforcer was thrown back; As if striking an explosive, and incredible wave of energy repelled the hammer with force great enough to break the enforcer's spine.

A loud hum began to echo through the mine, and Ash's body began to rise into the air, lifting her limp figure upright. Her veins began to glow, as if molten steel were coursing through them. The glow spread from the arteries in her heart and neck, until her body resembled kintsugi. The rubble and refuse around her began to levitate as well. Small pebbles, broken weapons, charred shrapnel, all now orbited her rising silhouette like satellites. White hot electricity arced from her fingertips to the ground below, creating a storm of dust around her.

The clash on the ground slowed as intense light filled the tunnel. Some enforcers dropped their weapons in disbelief, but one, unbothered by the events, drove his pile bunker through another desperate, fleeing punk. Ash's gaze remained stalwart, and yet, the enforcer found himself suddenly bound, and rising into the air like the rocks around her. She clawed at her neck, but within a split moment, the blood in her body heated to a boil, and with one final scream, her flesh melted to the floor. The enforcers began to open fire, a storm of bullets arcing towards the floating visage. Yet, the bullets found themselves frozen in air, suspended, vibrating, and still spinning. Soon, their lead was slung back into their barrels, grievously wounding some enforcers, and slaughtering others.

The chorus of sparks continues to grow and spread outwards from her glowing body, and the hair of those nearby began to stand on end, only to singe the very next moment. Arcs crackled up the walls of the tunnel, and the power to the nearby buildings shorted as the local wiring was melted into slag. Before long, all of the heartbeats in the area had silenced - friend and foe alike.

Just as the power had reached its crescendo, it ceased all at once. Ash fell back down to the muddy tunnel floor below with a crack, drawing one shrill breath, before her body succumbed to its exhaustion, and she fell into a transient sleep.

Aaaaand, that's all for now! Not sure If I wanna do more with this AU, though if I ever have the patience for it, I feel like it would make for a really cool animation. Anyways, if you managed to read this far, you are fucking dope! Thanks for your patience, whether you liked it or thought it was lame :p

also, stream Samudrartha :)

#cw: gore #oc

[slagathorius-maximus]

Listen pal, buckaroo, you think you can just control the fucking weather do ya? Think you can cloudy my chance of meatballs? Ha no. I dont fucking think so. Im the avatar of these fucking streets. Im the hot boiling oil that gets poured on the army. Thats right, friend, im the tar and the feathers, all bitches, no L’s, straight out the wazoo on the mic like you don’t even know. If you think you’re ready to face me down, to shaolin showdown me with your pumped up kicks you better run you better run. You fool. You buffon. You imbecile. Im the nascar driver that turns right, a rare breed thats a cross between a pekanese mountain dog and a griffin i eat so many punks like you for fucking breakfast, not only is your challenge insulting frankly its just hilarious, its more hilarious than that time i said the funny thing and everyone laughed and had a good time and became best friends forever until the fateful night that an alien crash landed in the forest and gave us the amazing ability to temporarily transform our physical forms into animal ones in order to defeat a race of aliens known as the yeerks that were able to escape their relatively awful living conditions by taking over the minds of aliens across the universe. Thats right, im a fucking animorph too. You? Youre a lil dino loving talented writer. You aren’t gonna write me to death, but what you can do, right, is take advantage of my singular weakness, my fatal flaw, my achilles heal, my percy jackson framed for stealing lightning headass can not withstand the magnitude of power presented by a digitally typed series of letters which i will now reveal to you: “bazinga”. You must be wondering why I, the greatest of the greats, would ever willingly divulge this information to you. I will inform you of this reason now. You see, from the time both of us were very young we both developed an astounding internal propensity towards greatness. I simply could not resist the urge to claw and bite and hit my way towards the tower of hope and prosperity such an opportunity afforded, to do so would be paramount to spiritual imprisonment, and so I did what I had to do. Upon discovering that there was another like me, who one day may grow in power just as I had for so long, I set out on a journey to acquire the artifacts necessary to strip you of your claim to fame, thats right, i fought for years, against countless foes, in order to aquire all seven of the jaded dragon balls. And using their power I located you, and siphoned away your potential to add to my own. I could have struck you down but the last remaining vestiges of humanity in my soul forbade from doing so, and so you continued your existence a while longer. As time passed I was fortunate enough to gain the aid of a talented team of healers and doctors who were able to cleanse my soul of the darkness that had overtaken it from the great taxing effects of the siphoning event. With my humanity restored I came to the unsettling realization that in fact, by setting these events in motion I had inevitably created a villain. You see, the nature of the world is one of balance, and by concentrating both our immense powers into myself, I had upset this natural order. Not only now is life as we know it in grave danger but there has been a resurgence of evil intent and power that has been growing and slowly infusing with your aura. Its effects are insidious and torturous, perhaps you have already begun to experience this malevolent energy corrupting you.

This brings us back to why I would reveal my one true weakness to you. You see, upon my time on the wonderful planet we call home, I have spent a number of years studying the philosophies and cultures of people around the world, and most all of them have an underlying thread of compassion. And so it is with a heavy hand that i offer you the great equalizer in our battle. The only way you stand a chance is to use it, and use it you must because though your spirit is inevitably being destroyed and ravaged by the darkness of johnny silverhand, your life is no more or less important than my own. There is evidence that suggests that should you win in this battle, which i doubt, that my spirit and thus power will be released into the greater biosphere, redistribution of this energy will allow the darkness inside you to dissipate over time as well, though I warn you, it shall not be easy.

Now, we shall battle. Best of luck old friend.

#my friend is in love with you btw #yellow’s mailbox

[lionews]

during the punk breeding challenge i've seen like three different people who didn't finish it cause they haven't defeat 200 lions. people won't read the goddamn quests and then complain about the game. like its not the game's fault you're stupid 😟

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[omgkalyppso]

What's your favorite thing about Avery? I wanna know more about our favorite grape. Personally I love all the piercings you gave him and his relationship with the others of the OT4 are grate and lovely

Thank you for the ask!

My favorite thing?

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Okay, in honesty, I think it's that Avery gets to be a free spirit. Where Fae is wish fulfillment, Avery is something else entirely. I get to use his past (and present) to express / examine pain as it relates to sexuality, ancestry and immediate family. He has abandonment issues but doesn't use them to cling to the people around them, and instead lives a very risky, happy, punk life that leaves him on the fringes of comfort in a way that he doesn't exactly need to be, but which allows him privacy and personal freedoms.

Like the rest of the ot4 sleeping in the Almyran palace or the Gloucester estate or some other long established home; while Avery could be out somewhere fighting for his life or sleeping on a precarious mountaintop or selling something valuable for a few nights at an inn. The rest of the ot4 talking about children and marriage in a canon-compliant setting and he just, isn't there for that, for years, and he worries too that this would breed animosity, or a strange rift when he likes their children because they're funny and friendly and so unlike children he's seen and known who've grown up with nothing. But it eases him into other aspects of their lives. There's a level of chaos returned and he's not about to be employed as a nanny, but he's good with children and family and with other aspects of long-term relationships and living together. He's welcomed and he thrives in it.

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Claude has his big dreams for big reasons, Lorenz has his sense of a noble's duty, Hilda is more social than militant and Fae is very empathetic, BUT Avery's personal history means that he has been more directly and personally reliant on the sort of people that just show up as numbers in noble ledgers, whether as soldiers, merchants, people to ensure potable water to, people in need of burial or cremation. He doesn't make a good leader, not of more than a couple dozen when pressed, he can't wrap his mind around it and he helps ground reality for his noble partners in a way that is different than Cyril's refugee experience.

My ultimate Just A Guy oc is Lucanus, but Avery is Just A Punk, with some bells and whistles and narrative challenges. He has his piercings and the streak in his hair and abandons the way he was chosen by destiny to keep from dying on every hill. He feels like he isn't the protagonist of his own story and he tries to keep it from leaking into how he interacts with others.

He isn't afraid of commitment, but he would be living entirely in his own head if he were in a permanent place of esteem, and he can't invest himself that way. It isn't a matter of seeing the world so much as continuing to acquaint himself with people who live at his pace, whether by choice or by circumstance. He's learned by fe3h end-game time that he wouldn't be able to devote himself to one other person (and their happiness), but he helps where he can and he likes making friends, but he's also learning who he is without Arval, and what his new normal could be, and how it relates to the old 'normal' he once knew.

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Am I talking in circles? Am I making sense?

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On that last character sheet I marked down "trades" as being the line of academia that Avery would be most like. He'd be the kind of friend who has a different job every four months, but he retains the skills he picks up and abandons and is fired from for various reasons. I almost marked down drop out, but I felt like that wouldn't accurately reflect what I meant. He might also have been a proper college drop out however, spending more time covering shifts for friends while they crammed for exams than he did studying or going to class. Something he would regret sometimes, but that generally wouldn't be part of his perception of self. He'd rather be mixing drinks, tuning a car, repairing a roof in the sunlight than highering his education.

I've written Fae as a drop out in my soulmate AU, but for financial reasons (like me) and with the intent that they could go back on Lorenz's bill someday to either pursue "Byleth-like" teaching or something else more "respectable."

Avery would rather [redacted]. Even if he's not doing fine, he's doing fine. He's right where he needs to be.

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In non-canon settings, I often have the ot4 meet at much later than 17 ish like they do in-canon and as such it is possible that Avery may be more prepared for a more active role in the polycule from the get-go if they're all hooking up for the first time at like 22, 28, 35, or whatever.

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Also regardless of setting I want him not only to have piercings but also have a fascination with them and an apprenticeship in properly giving them. I ultimately decided Fae only has ear piercings but whether Claude, Hilda or other characters have additional jewellery at his hand is something I'm up in the air about.

#long post #oc tag: avery #i didn't proofread this! good luck!

[liodendrama]

The Punk challenge is easy! You only have to defeat 13 lions per day for the battle part and NCLs will give a surprising # of crested cubs if you breed to a crested stud!

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[xihaveaplanxx]

Tell Me What You Think About Your Situation (Short Story)

“I’m admittedly a bit scared to go up to her. Drew was very nice about things but....you know how she is.” Damian told me as we were packing up to leave the arena. Night two of Wrestlemania...surely was something. Damian was champion now and we were both so happy but the matter of how things went....it was a lot. Yes, things were talked about before, agreed too but I know Dreama and Drew were definitely not a fan of it, Dreama even more so. Drew had texted me earlier telling me she tore up the dressing room, and was trying to attack everyone. I’m not surprised. 

Somehow her ex seemed to schmooze his way into things as usual. It seemed every time she was okay, he’d show up and fuck it up. I almost felt he loved tormenting her. He drove a wedge between her and so many people and just kept on going. 

I remember when Damian came to me to tell me what the plan was. We both had reservations about it. We wanted Damian to win, after all, he’d waited so long but the matter...the involvement. Drew even spoke to us about it because he didn’t want to tell Dreama. He knew that if he did she’d find Punk earlier and attack him. He’d have not even made it to the announce table.  

Last time I checked, Drew took her to the hotel and who knows how that went. She’s probably burning it down or something. Drew could take her though, it’s the only reason I wasn’t worried. Sure she was a powerful vampire but he was an even more powerful werewolf. By natural law, they should detest each other but they don’t. He dotes on her and she clings to him even if sometimes they get into a little...a lot of things together. They even took in Nathan, this younger vampire she met from nxt. She loved him and treated him like he was their child. He tended to be with them when NXT tapings were done. He’d travel with them.  They were actually a very cute unit. Maybe Drew called Nathan to talk to her. He did soothe her but after tonight, I don’t know how much soothing would hold.

“Oh, Drew texted me.” Damian showed me his phone. “He sent a photo. Dreama is fast asleep.”

“I don’t want to ask how that happened.”

“I bet I know how judging by the claw marks on his arm, it was a time. I mean they say don’t put your dick in crazy but some dudes thrive on that, even if it means getting bitten, clawed and what not.”

“Damian!”

“Listen, if it calmed her?!”

“Oh Damian.” I shook my head. “Speaking of....I do believe...we have some celebrating to do ourselves. After all, my man is the champion.”

“Jenny, Jenny...” He shook his head at me, a smirk gracing his lips. “You read my mind. I think the others will understand though Rhea was betting we’d not even make it to the hotel.”

“....Who said she would be wrong?”

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I couldn’t sleep but Dreama was fast asleep, thank goodness. Shit went south in this hotel room. Completely so. My body was throbbing. From the pay per view, from what we did here. It was a lot. I had so many emotions. I was so happy for Damian. He was my friend. I didn’t even mind losing it to him in that way, it's just....that one little piece. One little fucking piece. That didn’t even need to be there but of course, his existence breeds numbers so he got in Trips ear. I saw how he smirked at me. He was reveling in it. That he could do this but it wasn’t even just me he was amused doing this to, it was to Dreama and that’s what bothered me. For someone who claimed he didn’t care for her he made sure he was always in her business. He loved making her suffer I swear and I hated it. We were all sworn by Trips to not use our powers on other talents on each other but I know Dreama wanted to bite him, fight him, she wanted to challenge him to a duel, blind side him and take his throat out. I could sense her rage. But also she flat out said it so that too.  It was going to be a long couple months and I wanted to hope she’d mellow out but with him around.... I know how hard it is for her. I contemplated leaving her with Nathan in Florida but I knew if she was around him too much...I’d come back and he’d start dressing like her. He’d be like AJ but worse. That was a risk we didn’t need to take , but .... still. It would be better than leaving her backstage, letting her run into Punk and her attacking him unprovoked. 

In my mind I just think of how happy I was with the title, in front of a crowd. I was so happy. I soaked it in. I played my part....I agreed to break my own heart but it’s for the greater good right? It would pay off? I told myself that. I told myself. I had to believe that Trips had our best interest at heart...that he was trying.

I just...

Could’t sleep.

I would get up but Dreama slept very lightly and I don’t think I had it in me to go another round with her. Not remotely. I just lied in the bed and pulled the blanket over us. We could deal with things in the morning. Maybe just maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to rest.

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“IN THE CAR. THE RENTAL. JENNY YOU ARE WILD MY FRIEND. DOM DOM OWES ME 50 BUCKS! HAHA I WAS RIGHT!”

“Rhea my God you are letting the entire bar know?!”

“And why not? My best friend won the title and his awesome girlfriend GAVE HIM AN EVEN BETTER THING THAN THE TITLE in the rental car. Oh Jenny, I had no idea my wholesome alien buddy could be so naughty. I’m rubbing off on you.” She chuckled. “And I’m proud.”

“Listen...”

“I bet people in the parking lot sure were listening.”

“Rhea!”

“It’s true.” She laughed. “I’m glad seriously you guys are having a good night. I tried to call Dreama to check on her but Drew answered. He said she was fast asleep, which surprised me. He sounds so tired. I feel bad for him.”

“Yeah, he’s having a time. I hope he will be okay, honestly.”

“So do I. We should take them both out with us when we go to the arcade tomorrow. Dreama likes claw machines and Drew could do with being out. I mean unless you and Damian wanna sneak around and get freaky in the photobooths!”

“Rhea!:

“It’s possible.” She laughed. “Just try not to lean on the photo button. That can get risky.”

“You sound like you have experience.”

“I’m deciding to plead the fifth one because I just know that one time I had to get a little intense to get some photos back.”

“Jesus...”

“If he was there, I’m sure what happened in that booth would not have happened.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

“Damian, can I talk to you?” I was bracing for who knows what right now. We went to the arcade and Drew was having a meltdown at one of the ticket machines while Rhea and Jenny were trying to keep him from getting us all arrested. Dreama pulled me to the side by one of the other claw machines. She didn’t seem as pissy or maybe it was the giant stuffed cat in her arms, I wasn’t sure. “I...didn’t get to congratulate you last night so...congrats...Damian.”

“I know you are mad...”

“It’s not you I’m mad at. Really you did deserve this, it's just....”

“No...I understand...”

“I feel so bad I didn’t congratulate you. I mean you were doing as it was planned I just...”

“I know.” I frowned. “But thank you. I thought you hated me.”

“Nah, you make my best friend happy and also you were just doing what was planned. I couldn’t hate you. I mean unless you stopped making Jenny happy, then I’d hate you and probably destroy you and everything you hold dear.”

“That’s...I am glad she has such a caring friend at the same time....”

“She’s been through alot. Trust me before you came along. We had a slight fight because when she was in school I might have killed two of her classmates.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. People were mean to her and she came to me crying...I just...I really care for her and you have been so great to her, so caring and sweet. Just never hurt her, okay...please...like forget the title and bullshit...just....please...you and I will never have beef so long as you are good to her.”

“You have my word.”

[en-karma]

Journey into the Underground: Unearthing the Raw Energy of Indie Rock Bands

In the vast realm of music, where mainstream sounds dominate the airwaves, there exists a parallel universe—a subterranean world pulsating with raw energy, unfiltered authenticity, and a rebellious spirit. Welcome to the underground, where indie rock bands emerge as torchbearers of a sonic revolution. In this blog, we embark on a journey into the depths of the underground music scene, unearthing the untamed passion and creativity that define the indomitable spirit of indie rock.

The Underground Resurgence:

Breaking Chains of Conformity:

Indie rock's journey into the underground can be traced back to its roots in the late 1970s and early 1980s when bands sought refuge from the constraints of mainstream music. The underground scene became a haven for musicians determined to break free from the formulaic structures dictated by major record labels. Here, experimentation trumped conformity, giving rise to a new sonic rebellion.

DIY Ethos:

The underground ethos of indie rock is synonymous with the DIY (Do It Yourself) spirit. Bands and artists took matters into their own hands, producing, recording, and distributing their music independently. This grassroots approach not only preserved creative control but also fostered a sense of self-reliance and empowerment within the indie rock community.

Unearthing Raw Sounds:

GarageBand Aesthetics:

One of the defining characteristics of the underground indie rock scene is its embrace of garage band aesthetics. Lo-fi recordings, imperfect sounds, and a raw, unpolished edge became badges of honour rather than imperfections. This stripped-down approach captured the essence of live performances, infusing indie rock with an authentic and unpretentious quality.

Rejection of Overproduction:

The underground's rejection of overproduction became a defining statement. Indie rock bands sought to distance themselves from the glossy, polished sound that often characterised mainstream music. Instead, they celebrated the beauty of imperfections, valuing the emotional impact and genuine expression over studio-perfected gloss.

Diverse Sonic Landscapes:

Eclectic Influences:

As indie rock burrowed into the underground, it drew from an eclectic array of musical influences. Punk, post-punk, folk, alternative rock, and various experimental genres melded into a melting pot of sonic diversity. The underground scene became a breeding ground for innovation, allowing bands to explore unconventional sounds and unconventional song structures.

Genre-Bending Freedom:

One of the most liberating aspects of the underground is its disregard for genre boundaries. Indie rock bands embraced the freedom to blend genres seamlessly, creating music that defied categorization. From indie folk to shoegaze, the underground became a playground for sonic experimentation, where the only rule was to break the rules.

The Underground Circuit:

Local Scenes and DIY Venues:

The underground music scene thrived in local communities, often centered around DIY venues, basements, and small clubs. These intimate spaces provided a platform for indie rock bands to connect directly with their audience, fostering a sense of camaraderie and shared experiences.

Independent Labels and Zines:

Independent labels played a crucial role in nurturing underground talent. Labels like Sub Pop, Merge, and Dischord Records became synonymous with the indie rock ethos, supporting bands as they navigated the underground circuit. Additionally, zines (independent music magazines) played a vital role in documenting and spreading the word about emerging bands, creating a grassroots network of support.

Sonic Rebellion and Counterculture:

Social Commentary and Dissent:

The underground indie rock scene became a breeding ground for social commentary and dissent. Bands used their music as a platform to address societal issues, challenge norms, and voice dissent. The raw energy of their performances often served as a sonic rebellion against the status quo, making indie rock a vehicle for counter cultural expression.

Political Engagement:

Indie rock's underground roots often intersected with political activism. The DIY ethos, combined with a commitment to social justice, led many bands to engage actively in political causes. The underground became a space where musicians used their voices not just to entertain but also to advocate for change and challenge oppressive systems.

Rediscovery in the Digital Age:

Online Platforms and Streaming:

With the advent of the digital age, the underground indie rock scene experienced a renaissance. Online platforms, streaming services, and social media provided indie rock bands with new avenues to reach global audiences without sacrificing their independent spirit. The underground, once confined to local scenes, became a global phenomenon accessible to anyone with an internet connection.

Crowdfunding and Direct Fan Support:

Indie rock bands in the digital age leveraged crowdfunding platforms to maintain their independence. Fans became patrons, directly supporting the creation of music, tours, and merchandise. This direct relationship between artists and fans reinforced the grassroots nature of indie rock, emphasising community over commercialism.

A Glimpse into the Future:

Continued Sonic Exploration:

The underground will continue to be a space for sonic exploration and innovation. As technology advances, indie rock bands will embrace new tools and techniques, pushing the boundaries of sound and challenging traditional notions of what defines a genre.

Global Collaboration and Inclusivity:

The digital age has made global collaboration more accessible, leading to a more inclusive and diverse underground. Indie rock bands from different corners of the world will collaborate, creating a richer and more varied tapestry of sounds that transcends geographical boundaries.

Conclusion:

The journey into the underground is a pilgrimage into the heart of indie rock's band spirit. It's a realm where raw energy, unfiltered creativity, and a commitment to authenticity define the sonic landscape. As we unearth the gems of the underground, we discover not just music but a cultural movement—a rebellion against conformity, a celebration of diversity, and a testament to the enduring power of indie rock to shape the sound and soul of generations past, present, and future. In the underground, the heartbeat of indie rock echoes defiantly, inviting all those who seek an uncharted sonic adventure to join the journey into the depths of musical liberation.

#indie rock's band #Rock band #Bands #Music Bands

[jeanjane]

Creative Dog Grooming: Exploring Fun and Unique Styling Options

Dog grooming serves not only as an essential aspect of pet care but also as an exhilarating avenue for expressing creativity and highlighting your furry companion's individuality. While conventional grooming practices prioritize cleanliness and tidiness, creative dog grooming elevates the experience to an entirely new level by turning your canine friend into a living masterpiece. Throughout this article, we will delve deep into the realm of creative dog grooming, discovering a plethora of fun and distinctive styling options that are sure to leave both you and your beloved pup utterly amazed.

The Art of Creative Dog Grooming

Dog grooming has evolved from a simple necessity to an art form that captures the imagination of pet owners and groomers alike. The traditional styles of grooming, such as the puppy cut or the lion cut, are no longer the only options available. Creative dog grooming involves incorporating vibrant colors, intricate patterns, and even sculpting fur to create visually stunning designs. It is a way for pet parents to bond with their dogs and to showcase their personalities in a fun and innovative manner.

The Rise of Creative Dog Grooming

The concept of creative dog grooming gained significant popularity in recent years, thanks to social media platforms like Instagram and Facebook. Pet owners started sharing pictures and videos of their creatively groomed pups, captivating the attention of millions worldwide. Groomers, in turn, saw this as an opportunity to explore their artistic abilities and challenge traditional grooming norms.

The Role of Professional Groomers

Creative dog grooming is not just a DIY trend; it often requires the skills and expertise of professional groomers. These talented individuals undergo extensive training and certification to ensure the safety and well-being of the dogs they work with. Experienced groomers have a deep understanding of canine anatomy, coat types, and skin sensitivities, which are vital when using dyes, paints, or other grooming accessories.

Safe and Pet-Friendly Products

When it comes to creative dog grooming, the safety and comfort of the dogs should always be the top priority. Reputable groomers use only pet-friendly and non-toxic products, ensuring that the grooming process is a positive and enjoyable experience for the dogs. Pet parents should seek groomers who prioritize the well-being of the animals and inquire about the products used before embarking on a creative grooming journey.

Fun and Unique Styling Options

Now, let's dive into some fun and unique creative dog grooming styles that have taken the world by storm:

The Rainbow Dog

Inspired by the colors of the rainbow, this style involves dyeing the dog's fur in a beautiful spectrum of hues. The dog's coat becomes a canvas for an explosion of colors, showcasing a vibrant and mesmerizing look that is bound to turn heads.

The Teddy Bear Cut

This adorable grooming style involves trimming the fur in a way that makes the dog resemble a cuddly teddy bear. The head and body are rounded, and the legs are fluffed up, giving your pup an irresistibly cute appearance.

The Stencil Art

Intricate stencils are used to create designs on the dog's coat. Popular stencil designs include stars, flowers, hearts, and even famous cartoon characters. This style allows for endless creativity and adds an artistic touch to your furry friend's appearance.

Mohawks and Punk Rock Styles

For dogs with longer fur, groomers can sculpt a stylish mohawk or other punk rock-inspired looks. This edgy style suits breeds like Poodles, Shih Tzus, and Schnauzers perfectly, giving them a unique and rebellious charm.

The Undercut

This style involves shaving a pattern or design into the dog's undercoat, which becomes visible when the fur on top is lifted or brushed aside. The possibilities for undercuts are vast, ranging from simple geometric shapes to intricate patterns.

Seasonal Grooming

Get into the holiday spirit with seasonal grooming styles. For example, during Halloween, your dog could become a cute pumpkin, or for Christmas, they could transform into Santa's little helper. Seasonal grooming allows you to celebrate special occasions with your furry friend in a fun and festive way.

Considerations for Creative Dog Grooming

While creative dog grooming is undoubtedly an exciting way to express creativity and enhance the bond between you and your dog, there are essential considerations to keep in mind:

Your Dog's Comfort

Always prioritize your dog's comfort and well-being during the grooming process. Introduce them to grooming gradually, and pay attention to any signs of stress or discomfort. If your dog shows signs of distress, it's essential to take a step back and consider a more traditional grooming approach.

Regular Maintenance

Creative grooming styles often require more frequent maintenance than traditional grooming. Colors may fade, and designs can lose their shape over time, so be prepared for regular touch-ups and visits to the groomer.

Consult a Professional

Unless you have experience and expertise in creative dog grooming, it's best to consult a professional groomer. They will have the necessary skills and knowledge to create stunning designs while ensuring your dog's safety and well-being.

Conclusion

Creative dog grooming offers a fantastic opportunity to showcase your pet's personality and create unforgettable visual statements. From vibrant rainbow dogs to adorable teddy bear cuts, the possibilities are endless. However, remember that the key to a successful and safe creative grooming experience lies in entrusting the process to professional dog grooming experts at your local pet salon. By prioritizing the well-being of your furry friend and seeking the assistance of experienced pet care Abu Dhabi, you can embark on a delightful journey of artistic expression and make your beloved pup the talk of the town!

#dog grooming #professional dog grooming #pet salon #pet care abu dhabi #pet spa

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

PRE-DISCHARGE USAGE: SEE NOTHING -- HEAR NOTHING -- SAY NOTHING.

^NOTE: Yeah, I know the order isn't "HNSNSN," but you all get the idea, I'm sure.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a beyond solid gold shot of extremely early-ass AMEBIX (proto-AMEBIX?) -- L to R: Norman, Rob, & Stig, somewhere in Callington, Cornwall, England, c. 1980 -- FUCK ME, THEY LOOK LIKE LITTLE KIDS HERE!! Little kids on their way to making a most glorious racket that would cement their rightful place in the annals of extreme music history forevermore, that is. 📸: ❓

PROTO-AMEBIX, c. 1980: "They are school friends and the first to join the steadily rotating membership carousel of what later became AMEBIX. The whole thing is happening at the time of the beginning of Thatcherism, in a time of rising unemployment and widening social gaps, the Cold War is just getting icier again. A good social breeding ground for oppositional subcultures. 

 It was the time when CRASS not only developed a politically determined alternative to the cultural establishment, but also to the spiral of exploitation of industrially exploited punk rock in the country's squats. It's the birth of anarcho-punk. Rob manages to make Crass aware of his band. The track "University Challenged" from the first Amebix demo lands on the first "Bullshit Detector" compilation by Crass Records. 

At this point, the band shares a relaxed relationship with musical expertise with the anarcho-punk movement, without having to justify their amateurish noise with political motives. Rob, who goes by the name of The Baron or Aphid, and Chris, who goes by the name of Stig, later like to tell the anecdote that they didn't even know what the pegs on the guitar's head were used for. 

UntilUntil they became familiar with the practice of tuning, the sonic results of their shows were, shall we say, shaky. Not without pride they assure that with their first 20 gigs they earned the reputation of being the worst band in a radius of 25 miles."

-- VICE, "Death is Not a Solution," AMEBIX Provide the Hymns to Their Own Resurrection," by Andrew Richter, c. November 2011

Source: www.vice.com/de/article/ex7pen/tod-ist-keine-losung-0000039-v7n11.

#AMEBIX #RobMiller #StigC.Miller #EarlyAMEBIX #SecondWaveUKpunk #NukeWave #Apocalypsepunk #1980s #UKpunk #Punkrock #Photography #TheBaron #StigMiller #BrothersMiller #Stig #Cornwall #Anarchopunk #Anarcho

[wandering-wolf23]

Gonna be a really hot take, but I don’t think that Blue Bay Shepherds are inherently unstable assholes that want to rip everyone’s face off like Tumblr claims they are.

They’re low to mid-content wolf dogs, which leads to its own share of challenges, and admittedly have rough puppy years (but so do lots of other dogs). But otherwise? They’re functional companions once you get them through the teenage punk years. I’ve met a few of them at various dog events, one being in Georgia. The Blue Bay in question was a nice, functional dog who sat calmly beside her owner and was not acting like an asshole (unlike the Border Collie right beside her. Said BC seemed to be intent on starting a fight, by the way). From what I’ve read, being a member of the FaceBook page, this is kinda standard behavior.

Are they perfect? No. I don’t like the long hair and the shedding (same reason I don’t like long haired GSDs). Could they be improved? Probably, but most dog breeds could be improved. Are they inherently evil assholes owned by worse people than doodle owners/people who were lied to? No. Would I own one? I’d love to, but I won’t for the same reason I won’t own a Presa Canario or a Tosa Ken - I just don’t have the time to dedicate to their needs.

But the Blue Bays I have met were nice, stable dogs. They weren’t evil. They weren’t bad. The owners I’ve seen, from my close to a year of lurking, seem to be very informed about the needs of their dogs. For the most part, Blue Bays also seem to be breeding true. I think the most common complaint against Blue Bays has been a prey drive (the owners in question are usually told they need to fence their yard) or the dog decides it’s going to be picky for a week or two. They seem like good dogs and I’d like to see what the future holds for them.

I don’t get the hate, other than people being against what might become the Vlcak 2.0 and hate against companion dogs in general.

#do not reblog #Dispatches #kiri talk dogs #it's just trendy to hate them #kinda like doodles #the ones i've met are pretty nice #a bit reserved with strangers #but not reactive like my registered aussie shepherd #do not reblog this or i'll block you #this is a bitch post guys #i like to complain #sometimes I think people are stupid #and I bitch into the void

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Index Card Challenge - The Cards Have Spoken! Masterlist by brightsun-and-darkmidnight

Hello everyone! Finally, everything aligned properly to achieve something I said I would like to do forever ago. Those index cards to decide what to write? I finally made them and also succeeded in getting @melodylnoelle to participate too. She has her own cards, some of the same. Her cards are set up more for MCU and I believe everyone would love to see what she has to offer, and I encourage you to read her work. Both Melody and I are going to do this challenge of ours weekly, try too anyway. If you are inspired by this writing challenge, Melody and I would love to know! I would love it if people would like to participate with this, either by using our own card drawings or even making their own. Let us know because I am hopeful this will keep the creativity flowing and it might help yours too!

**The list of all the cards are below the cut because there are a lot of possibilities.

***Usually posts on Wednesday and Friday weekly. (We try)

Below are my entries for this weekly challenge by the week with the information of the card pulls. Here is Melodylnoelle Masterlist so you can look at what she has done too! She also has the entries in the timeline of the weeks.

Week 1 

My Cards= Angst- break up; Relationship- ex lovers; Au- mafia; Character- Thor  *~*~* Civilian and The Criminal

Melody cards= Angst- character death; Pov- Sam Wilson and reader; Place- Barton residence; Timeline- dealers choice - post civil war; Warnings: Character Death, reader death *~*~* Mind Off The Heart

Week 2

Fluff -Movie night at home; Relationship - Secretly Dating; AU - Coffee Shop; Character - Loki *~*~* No More Secrets

Melody cards= Type - wild card; Character-Tony Stark; Place- Spaceship; Time- Post Thor 2 *~*~* Protection of All

Week 3

My Cards= Scene- Falling asleep on the other; Relationship- Mutual Pining; AU- Werewolf; Character- Thor *~*~* To Our Place  

Melody Cards= Smut- Breeding Kink; Character- Steve Rodgers; Place- unspecified safe house; Time line- Post Avengers 1 *~*~* Actions Into The Future

Week 4

My Cards= Scene- Comfort from bad dream; Relationship- Established relationship; AU- Cannon; Timeline- Post age of Ultron; Character- Bucky Barnes *~*~* Till the end of the line-Chapter 1

Melody cards= Relationship- Established Relationship; Characters- Steve Rodgers and Original character; Setting- Stark Tower; Timeline- Post winter soldier *~*~* Till the end of the line Chapter 2

Week 5

My Cards= Scene- Giving/ receiving gifts; Relationship- Grumpy and sunshine; AU- Reincarnation; Character- Dealer’s choice *~*~* This Time Around

Melody Cards= AU- On The Run; Character- Bucky Barnes *~*~* Till the end of the line Chapter 3

Week 6

My Cards= Smut- Exhibitionism; Relationship- Roommates; AU- Band; Character- Tony Stark *~*~* The Sounds of Practice 

Melody cards= Royalty AU; Character dealers choice *~*~* Princess and The Winter Soldier

Week 7

My cards= Fluff-proposal; Relationship- friends with benefits; Au- mafia; Character-dealers choice *~*~* Starting Off Together

Melody cards= Thor; Wildcard type; Post civil war; Avengers compound *~*~* Different from now on...

Week 8

My Cards= Angst- Amnesia; Relationship- Mutual Pining; AU- On the run; Character- Dealers choice *~*~* Memories to Come

Melody cards= Relationship- Enemies to lovers; Character- Natasha; Setting- Wildcard; Timeline -dealers choice *~*~* The Effects of a Lifetime Ago

Week 9

My Cards= Angst- Hospital; Relationship- Shy and Flirt; AU- Soulmates; Character- Steve Rodgers *~*~* Worried to Embarrassment

Melody Cards= Fluff- Adopting a pet; Character- Bucky; Timeline-Post civil war *~*~* Punk

Week 10

My cards= Fluff- Snowball fights/build a snowman; Relation- Secretly dating; AU- Alpha, Beta, Omega; Character- Loki *~*~* Keeping It Simple

Melody cards= Fluff-getting them food; Character- Wanda & Vision; Setting- Wild card; Timeline- post end game (the series) *~*~* Making Memories

Week 11

My Cards= Fluff- talking lovingly about partner to others; Relationship- roommates; Au- Cannon; Timeline- post winter soldier; Character- Tony Stark *~*~* Be My Early Valentine

Melody Cards= Fluff- Picnic at the park; Character- Thor; Timeline- Post the dark world; Place- Vanaheim *~*~* A Place From A Glance

Week 12

Everything Dealer’s Choice.

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If you find these interesting, you might enjoy my other stuff off of my Main Masterlist.

Below is the list of index cards I have so far. When using these cards, it will help decide what to write. The list is long and that is why it is under the cut.

Relationships (Green Cards)

Pretend Relationship

Forced Proximity (Cave/snowed in/elevator/one bed)

Ex-Lovers

Friends with Benefits

Roommates

Mutual Pining

Unrequited Love

Bodyguard

Secretly Dating

Established Relationship

Grumpy and Sunshine

Enemies to Lovers

Shy and Flirt

AUs (Yellow Cards)

Single Parent

Reincarnation

Band

Dragon

Soulmates

Arranged Marriage

Pornstar

Royalty

College

Coffee Shop

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Vampire

Werewolf

Mafia

Angel/Demon

Cannon (Draw Time Placement)

On the Run

Characters (Neon Green Cards)

Loki

Thor

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Dealer’s Choice

Time Placement (Neon Orange Cards)

Post-Avengers 1

Pre-Avengers 1

Post Thor

Post The Dark World

Post Civil War

Post Age of Ultron

Post Infinity War

Post Endgame

Dealer’s Choice

Post Winter Soldier

Smutt (Blue Cards)

Temperature Play

Overstimulation

Humiliation

Bondage

Orgasm Control

Voyeurism

Exhibitionism

Mirror Sex

Oral

Pregnancy/Breeding Kink

First Time

Sex Pollen

Praise

First Time (Virgin)

Hair Pulling

Trigger/Angst (Red Cards)

Self Sacrifice

Torture

Character Death

Amnesia

Hospital

Blood Loss

Break Up

Fluff (White Cards)

First Date

Getting Them food

Movie Night at Home

Cuddling

Picnic in the Park

Comfort Items During Period/Illness

Comfort from bad dream

Talking lovingly about partner to others

Proposal

Wedding Day

Giving/Receiving Gifts

Falling Asleep on the Other

Adopting A Pet Together

Cloud/Star gazing

Snowball fights / Build snowmen

Dub-con and Non-con are NOT something I’m interested in writing about. If you have any suggestions on what to add to the cards, let me know -IF your suggestion is potentially triggering put a trigger warning when you send.

#The Cards Have Spoken #index card challenge #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #masterlist

[thevindicativevordan]

Why is Batman Beyond so popular?

Simple answer is that it was a popular cartoon millennials watched growing up as kids and that they have a lot of nostalgia for.

That doesn't give the concept enough credit for how it's endured in popularity however. 30 years after the series ended, Terry has still managed to stick around as a popular character. People were and are still hoping for a "Beyond Arkham" game, he's got a new comic series coming in April 2022, and he's had multiple comic series prior that have outlasted characters both older and newer than him. People love Batman Beyond, even people who didn't grow up watching the show when it aired on television.

Looking at Beyond it's a surprisingly natural evolution of the Batman concept. Batman has his roots in noir and the pulps. Cyberpunk as a genre simply gave a science fiction spin on the old noir genre, setting the stories in the future rather than in the past, and so Batman Beyond is an organic evolution of the Batman franchise. Cops are still crooks except now they work for megacorps instead of the mob, poverty and urban decay continue to oppress the lower classes and breed criminals, and the infection of madness in the city populace has only festered and spread. Batman outlived the worst of his Rogues, but he still couldn't purify Gotham of the chaos that rules it, which resulted in Gotham falling deeper into the pit once Bruce got too old to be Batman any longer. Due to being a major asshole Bruce didn't even have the comfort of his family to fall back on, having driven away the ones who would nominally be his successors. But Batman is an idea that has outgrown Bruce himself, so eventually someone comes along to take over the mantle and be the Batman that Neo-Gotham needs.

Central to Terry's appeal is that he's actually relatable in the way people pretend Bruce is. He's not a trust fund brat whose billionaire parents were inexplicably stupid enough to take a shortcut through an inner city alley, he wasn't raised by an ex-SAS British butler, he didn't travel the world and master hidden kung-fu techniques from martial art masters, he doesn't have a PhD level mastery of every science known to man while also being cultured in the arts, and his love interests are relatively down to Earth rather than having every hot woman within 10 miles throw themselves at his feet. He's an everyman figure, a kid from a rough home and a poor economic background who finds comfort in the Bat-symbol like so many real world kids do. Terry is every delusional Batman fanboy who looks at the bullshit Batman does and thinks "yeah I could do that", except Terry actually gets a chance to prove it.

Anonymous asked:

Any big thoughts on Batman Beyond? I think Terry might be the most successful attempt at creating a legacy character for Batman yet, outside of Dick!Bats.

Definitely agree that Terry is one of the best legacy characters. His background is different, his personality is different, Gotham is different, he has his own Rogues Gallery that aren't just "Beyond" versions of Batman Rogues, his love interests are different, and the way he approaches being Batman is different. Unlike other legacy heroes who get shilled pretty hard as being "just as valid" right off the bat, Bruce kicks off his relationship with Terry by telling him he sucks and almost letting him get beat to death after Terry steals the Bat suit. Only after a brutal training regime, and Terry rising to the challenge on multiple occasions, does Bruce begrudgingly admit that maybe, maybe this punk has what it takes to be his successor. The suit may enhance Terry's abilities, the gadgets might far outstrip the tech Bruce had access to in his prime, but what makes Batman Batman is a matter of willpower and drive. Only by showing that while he may not have the trauma Bruce does, Terry absolutely has the guts and compassion to go out night after night and confront the dregs of humanity to keep people safe, does Terry earn the right to say I AM Batman.

Funny that you should mention DickBats because when you get right down to it, DickBats and TerryBats are pretty damn similar. Both are Batmen but not in the way that Bruce is, with both being lighter incarnations. Both Dick and Terry aren't afraid to yell back at Bruce, both enjoy using snark and quips while wearing the cowl, both share the loss of parents with Bruce, but don't let it break them the way losing Thomas and Martha broke Bruce, and both are generally more compassionate and trusting than Bruce could be. What differentiates the two is that Dick didn't want to be Batman but felt an obligation to take up the role, while Terry did want the mantle. Both are the heir apparent to Bruce but have very different feelings about that being the case.

Morrison's idea of making Terry the successor of Damian in the mainline continuity is personally an idea that I love. Bruce has grown past the 90s Batasshole incarnation that DCAU Batman drew on, and I don't think the future of Beyond works for the mainline Bruce-Batman anymore. Damian however is still a blank slate future wise, and I could even feasibly see the Batman 666 future leading into the Beyond era. Plus you could explore the obvious parallel between Dick being Damian's Batman, and the similarities Damian can see between Dick and Terry. Damian having come full circle from being mentored by DickBats to himself having to mentor someone who is very similar to DickBats sounds like a very entertaining dynamic to me.

For a character born out of clueless execs forcing Timm & Dini to make a teen Batman show, Terry is a character that still to this day is brimming with potential as of yet unexplored. The various comics continuations of Terry have frequently fallen short of the show quality-wise, but I still believe Terry can find new life beyond the DCAU.

#batman #batman beyond #dcau #terry mcginnis