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[fruitbatfanclub]

Organizing my education materials and baby boy is being the most helpful, obviously. 🥰

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[gastpost]

It seems like you mentioned "dog." If you have any specific questions, need information, or if there's anything specific you'd like to know or discuss about dogs, feel free to provide more details! Whether it's about dog care, breeds, training, or anything else related to dogs, I'm here to help.

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[iamactivedoggy]

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[tfemdwt]

gonna talk about my design choices for my cc animals because i haven't done it yet

pt 2

karl is a velveteen lop eared rabbit, i have two variations for him because i love to make karl designs based on his hoodie colors but i also wanted a natural color design too. his ears are also based on the webkinz cotton candy bunny because i think it fits his aesthetic a lot :] sometimes i regret making him a lop because the ears are a pain in the ass to draw but i think it fits him better and that's more important to me

george is a eurasian otter. im gonna be honest i just. didn't wanna draw a domestic cat. but i think it's a good animal for him and i like the shapes.

tina is a harvest mouse, which doesn't actually come in piebald but um. they aren't pink either so. small and cute that's basically what i was going for! "why not make her a cat or rabbit?" too obvious for me + im just going based on vibes instead of pre established theme.

dream is an african lion. i don't think i need to explain this one. he originally had a green nose but i didn't like the look of it very much so I switched back to normal colors but in general if i give a cc natural colors i try to make their nose their theme color just for fun.

sapnap is a pitbull/rottweiler mix. originally he was supposed to be just a pitbull but i realized as i was color that the pattern with those colors was. basically rottweiler so. i love both these dog breeds dearly and i think pitbull especially fits sapnap since they get a pretty bad rap despite being major sweethearts most of the time. his nose is blue just because i think it's cute, im aware blue nose pitbulls aren't a real thing

sylvee is a lynx, HEAVILY inspired by the like. black/pastel pink kind of egirl vibe fursonas that were pretty popular back in 2018/19. idk i just like pink sylvee a lot. also did a secondary design based on her 2020(?) look because i think it's super cute :3

hannah is a fennec fox, she's all ears so she can hear when you're talkin shit 🙏 not a whole lot to say about her design i just love drawing fennec foxes. if/when i draw her again her ears will look different, i drew this one on a pretty small canvas size and it didn't give me a lot of space for ears

puffy is a rough collie, i don't have a front headshot for her just because i wanted to try and practice her side profile. her design is probably my favorite out of all of them i really enjoyed working out how to incorporate a rainbow in her fur as a nod to her minecraft skin and i think it turned out really well.

#long post #my art

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 9. brb x oc

(yes im repeating this gif cause i fucking love it )

a/n:

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: absolute fucking fluff with a dash of suggestive content.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix

@lizzie-rdj

-

Unlike before the barbecue, Bea set three different outfits on her bed for her date with Rooster three hours before he actually got there. She still couldn’t believe it, cupping her cheeks as she bounced on the spot excitedly, giggling like a teenager. He asked her out, he wanted to ask her out, it wasn’t some sort of prank. He genuinely did!!

So she took her time, trying on each outfit and sending the pictures to Shells. The chosen one was a black,yellow and blue striped top that wasn’t short enough to be considered a crop top but it exposed a tiny bit of her stomach, with high waisted dark denim shorts. She suggested for Bea to slide on some dark stockings since the temperature could drop a bit and it’d match her combat boots. 

She ignored Shells’ message of ‘take condoms!!!’ however. She hummed to herself, dressing up without much hurry, then taking her time putting on her makeup. The Royal Red lipstick spread over her full lips, clicking the tube shut she took one last look at her reflection, fluffing her hair so it’d look more voluminous.

“Red is a good color on you.”

Her cheeks darkened as she remembered his words from yesterday. She took in a deep breath, releasing it through her crimson colored lips before she shook herself out of her stupor. “Okay…” she looked down at her phone, seeing he’d be there in just a few minutes, “Okay! Okay.” with one final look and a deep breath for courage, she walked out of her bathroom down the staircase.

Jolene looked up from her spot on the couch, long tail thumping on the cushion, “Jo, you behave okay? I’ll be back later.” she presses tiny kisses to the pitbull’s head, before she hears a car park outside. She straightens herself, grabbing her purse only to close her eyes and try to swallow down her anxiety.

The knock on her door makes Jolene leap out of the couch, her butt wiggling as she sniffs through the crack, “Jo.” she gently pushes her away with her leg, before opening the door. It wasn’t so different from his usual wardrobe, Hawaiian shirt, white tank, but he seemed so much more attractive. He was leaning on the door frame with his elbow, while his other arm stayed behind his back.

He looked at her through his sunglasses, then tilted them down his nose with the tip of his index finger, “Hi.”

She smiled nervously, “Hi.”

When he moved the arm behind his head, she didn’t really know what to expect, but her eyes widened when he pulled out a small bouquet: daisies and lavenders, wrapped in a light yellow paper. She gasped, grabbing it as if it was the most precious thing she had ever seen, looking up at him with amazement, “You got me flowers…I-I never got flowers before.”

“I aim to change that,” he says smoothly, smirking at her, “You look gorgeous.”

Beatrice hides her face in the bouquet, her cheeks burning, “Thank you…you look…really nice too…u-um I’m going to–” she gestures vaguely inside, then lifts the flowers, speed walking to her kitchen. She cups her cheeks with her hands, her stomach swirling with butterflies. God, this was going to be the end of her and she’d accept it gladly. 

She put the flowers in a jar and set it on her kitchen counter, rushing back out to see Rooster crouched, playfully using his hands to wrestle Jolene while growling at the pitbull who was very happy with the attention. He looks up when he notices her legs getting closer, giving her a toothy grin, “Ready?” she nods and he gives Jo’s tummy a gentle pat, standing to his full height.

He waits for her outside, with his hands in his jeans, watching her lock the door and wave goodbye to her dog through the window. She turns to him, clenching her purse’s strap while biting her lower lip with a smile following him until he opens the passenger door for her, watching until she was inside to close it and walk to his own door, knocking his knuckles on the Bronco with a silly smile on his face.

Rooster gets in, buckling his seatbelt before looking up at her “Well,” he turns the car on, “I know of a cool place, with nice food and great atmosphere.” he begins, removing his sunglasses to slip inside his tank’s collar, “I think you’ll like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” he smiles, throwing her another glance, “You really look gorgeous.”

She blushed again, rubbing her hands over her stockings covered thighs, “Thanks.” he didn’t look for too long, because he was just a warm blooded man and this was their first date. But God damn her thighs looked nice. He didn’t turn on the radio, enjoying the comfortable silence that surrounded them, leading the Bronco through streets and corners until they reached their desired destination.

The name of the restaurant, Trooper, shone in bright lights above them. It seemed to be like a burger joint, not too fancy, but clearly popular if the amount of cars outside was anything to say. He stepped out first, walking around the car to open the door for her, offering her his hand so she could step out. When she did, the wind hit her cheeks briefly before stopping so she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “Huh.” she begins, “I think this is close to the theater.” she almost jumps when she feels the warmth of his large hand on her lower back, gently pushing her to walk alongside him.

“Yeah?” he asks, opening the door for her, the bell above their heads ringing “I thought I saw an old theater there.”

“Yeah, they do old movie marathons there sometimes. With souvenirs and such.” she smiles, looking around the joint with wonder. Like a 50’s diner, it’s main colors were red white and black. The booth seats were covered in red vinyl and the tiles were black and white, literal american family ideal. He leads her to a booth between the middle and end of the restaurant, where they’d sit next to the large windows. 

She sat down, scooting herself closer to the window while he did the same on the opposite side. The menus were tucked on the corner of their table so he pulled two of them out, handing one over to Bea so they could decide on what to eat. 

The waitress, who looked to be right around her mid to late fifties, with poofy blonde hair, blue eyeshadow and red lipstick walked up to their table, “Well, what will the two lovebirds get?” she asked sweetly which made Beatrice blush and smile down at the menu.

“I’ll just get the double burger with extra fries and spicy mayo, with a large coke.” he smiles charmingly, his eyes moving towards Beatrice.

“I think..’she chewed the corner of her lip, “I think I’ll have um…the grilled chicken pesto panini with fries and the lemonade please.” she smiles and the waitress writes down their order on her notepad taking the menus away from them with a wink. 

Beatrice leans back on her seat, looking up at the decor with a smile, before meeting his eyes only to find him looking right at her with his interlaced hands in front of his mouth, but it did nothing to hide his smile, “What?” 

“Nothin’.” he murmurs, lowering his hands to fold his arms on the table, “Just looking.”

Beatrice’s face turned red and she didn’t know what to do with herself, so she just laughed shyly looking away from him to the window, watching the passerby’s instead. He hums, leaning back on his own seat to run his hand through his hair, “Can I ask you something?” she turns her head towards him with a small smile, “Was it so hard to believe I wanted to go out with you?”

She tensed up, licking her red coated lips, trying to find how to reply “...yeah, honestly.” she shrugs and he frowns, “I didn’t think I’d be…I dunno, someone you’d go for.”

“Why?” he questions, but she just shrugged again, ripping the sides of the napkin to prevent herself from answering. “You are sweet, you are kind, you are gorgeous, why wouldn’t I be interested?” 

She bites her lower lip, her long lashes covering her eyes but she’s smiling, “You think so?”

“What?”

“That I’m gorgeous?”

Rooster felt like he’d been slapped, “Of course I do. Only an idiot wouldn’t think so.” Beatrice’s cheeks only got redder but her smile widened, one of her hands playing with the ends of her hair “Look, I don’t know what sort of dumb shit people have been sayin’ to you, but I won’t lie to you. I’d never lie to you. You are gorgeous, I swear.”

Beatrice looked at him through her lashes and she nodded, her chest exploding with butterflies. It felt like a dream she’d never want to wake up. “Thank you.” she whispers, “It…I’m glad um…thanks Rooster.”

Rooster grinned, then leaned closer, “One more thing, but only because you are oh so cute, you don’t have to call me Rooster all the time.” she blinks at him, “You can call me Bradley or Brad or…whatever you’d like. I don’t mind.”

Her smile broadened and he felt like fainting, “Okay,Bradley.” his body immediately reacted to her voice saying his name and he tried to fight back how good it made him feel.

-

“You’ve never seen Alien?” she asked him in shock, to which he shakes his head negatively, taking a big bite of his burger, some of the spicy mayo sticking to his mustache, “How come?”

“I never took myself to watch it,” he says, slowly chewing his burger, once he swallowed he took a sip of his coke before wiping his lips, “Is it any good?”

“Good? It’s considered to be one of the greatest sci-fi and horror films of all time! Not to mention culturally,historically and aesthetically significant by the Library of Congress!” she stretched her arms for emphasis, “It’s incredible and- and it has Sigourney Weaver in her first big role!” 

“The only thing I know it’s those um…” he wiggled his fingers, trying to find the word, “The one you have on your bag, that it's the alien people have to run from.”

“The Xenomorph, yes!” she smiles and he can’t help but smile himself when her face lights up ,”Well, you know half of it then. Do you know why they run from it?” he shakes his head again, “Good, good, no spoilers then…well then, what are a few of your favorite movies?”

Bradley swallowed another bite, pausing to think on it, “Gremlins…but the second one, with Hulk Hogan, where they go to New York. Ghostbusters uh…” she smiles even more, nodding for him to continue, “I don’t know, any movies with Stallone too.”

“You would be a Stallone guy.” she says and he narrows his eyes playfully at her “Do you even like Stop!Or Mom Will Shoot? It has Estelle Getty on it.”

“I don’t think I ever saw that one.”

“I wouldn’t blame you, it was an office bomb.”

“Who’s Estelle Getty?”

Beatrice gasped loudly, even louder than before, placing a hand over her heart in shock, “Who’s Estelle Ge– You’ve never seen the Golden Girls either?” once again, a negative head shake, “Oh my God! Do you at least know who Betty White is?”

“She did that movie with an alligator, didn't she? Where she raised the babies and they got bigger.” she nods, “That one I saw.”

She chuckles, taking another bite of her sandwich, licking her fingers clean when some pesto landed on them, “Golden Girls is one of my favorite shows. It ran from 85 to 92, I used to watch it with my nonna during the weekends I visited her.” her eyes soften and she looks to the side, “Estelle Getty’s character kind of reminds me of my nonna. She was a little spitfire.”

Bradley’s own gaze softened when she spoke about her grandmother - that's one of the few words he knew from Italian - her red covered lips curved up in a smile, “What’s the show about?”

“Oh!” she immediately perked up, “It’s about four women in their golden years who live together in Miami! The show was very progressive by the time. They talked about mental health issues, getting old, having a romantic life while in their old age!” she sighs happily, falling back on her seat, “It’s so, so good. I think I forgot how many times I’ve watched it.”

His whiskey colored eyes just continued looking at her, his chest warming up at her excitement while sharing her interests, which honestly only made him curious to watch them himself. Maybe he would. 

He doesn’t know how long they kept talking after that, both of their plates empty and the restaurant only got quieter as people left, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking. Beatrice not only was pretty, kind and unbelievably cute. She was smart and funny, she knew a lot about pop culture, about history and about art, even pausing herself when she felt she was talking more than he was.

But he assured her he didn’t mind, he honestly liked hearing her talk about the things she enjoyed. Weirdly enough, his former relationships never had this much talking involved, at least not with something he could enjoy too. He’s okay talking about the Navy, about being a pilot, it is what he does…but after a while, it gets tiring because it seems that’s all people wanted to know about him. Or even worse, ask him about his parents when he clearly didn’t feel comfortable.

Beatrice never questioned much about what he did, possibly because she knew since she worked at the Hard Deck. She asked him about his interests with genuine curiosity, because she wanted to know his thoughts about it and he couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief when the conversation went for as long as it did. 

They decided to leave once they noticed they spent too long just sitting there with their empty plates in front of them. The waitress just gave them a knowing smile when Bradley went up to pay, telling Beatrice not to worry, even adding the ‘please’ at the end of his sentence, much like she did back in Mr.Scoops. She blushed but nodded, standing next to him in silence, the two thanking the waitress before they walked out.

He looked down at his watch, “Holy shit, it’s already nine o’clock.” he laughs, showing it to her, who leaned closer, holding his wrist.

“We spent two hours there!”

“I didn’t even see the time go by.” he smiles, the two of them walking side by side on the sidewalk, the nightlife lighting up the farther they got from the little restaurant.

“Me neither.” she says, holding her hands together when she felt the itch to hold his own hand, only to watch him slide it inside his jeans pockets. She allowed herself to look around, smiling a bit, “Gosh I haven’t been to this area in years.” her eyes locked on a bar filled with college aged kids, “There used to be an arcade here and a record store.” she points when they walk past the bar, Bradley moving closer to her when he notices some of the college kids were being too loud for his liking.

“Yeah? How come?”

She shrugs, still keeping her eyes moving, “I guess…I dunno, I guess it brought me some memories I still wasn’t able to handle.” their eyes met and she laughed quietly, “Oh, I don’t think it’s good to talk about it on our first date.” ah, ex-boyfriend, he thought. He didn’t pry, but he couldn’t help but be curious about it either.

They reached the end of the street, turning it only to face the old theater she talked about. She looked up to the sign announcing the movies for the evening, then she gasped loudly, holding his arm “Bradley! Look!” she pointed upwards, so he tilted his head back.

Alien Movies Marathon 9:00-4:00

She squeezed his arm, almost vibrating with excitement, “Oh my god!! I can’t believe they are doing this again!” she downright squealed and he couldn’t help but be filled with warmth over her joy. She snaps her head at him, “We could watch it! I-If you want to! But only until the third movie, the rest isn’t the greatest.”

Well, he never saw the movie…

”Why not? If it’s here why don’t we- woah!” she just pulled him forward, this time his hand slipped out of his pockets to be latched by her own, smaller, hand. They didn’t interlace their fingers, but he couldn’t complain about the warmth of their palms touching. He let her do the talking when asking for tickets, thanking the woman before they walked around trying to find the room the movie would be running in.

The smell of popcorn, soda and chemicals entered his nose with a vengeance when they entered the room and he coughed behind his fist. She took him forward, to the middle row, where she sat down while keeping her hand on his. He took notice of his surroundings, seeing it was slowly filling up with people of all ages, who took the lower seats in front of them.

He looked down at their hands still together, seeing her thumb rub his knuckles repeatedly, he didn’t think she noticed what she was doing, too fired up about seeing one of her favorite movies. So he smiled, squeezing her hand only to check if she squeezed back… and she did.

The room went dark, hoots of happiness from the people around them echoed around before silence took over and the screen turned pure white signaling the movie was about to start. Once it did, he wasn’t expecting to be so invested in it. He expected to like it but not refuse to look away from the screen once it began. He’d lean closer to Beatrice to ask questions about certain scenes, to which she’d reply without moving her gaze away.

“They should’ve just tossed him out of the ship.” he whispered to her once the scene of Kane with the facehugger latched happened. He made a disgusted noise when the ‘tail’ wrapped around his throat even tighter.

“Ripley told them to,” she says, “But no one ever listens to Ripley.”

“That’s going to bite them in the ass.”

“You bet.”

He continued watching, this time his thumb was the one rubbing against her skin, feeling her own hand squeeze back whenever he did. He kept his eyes intently on the screen, frowning when he saw that the facehugger was no longer latched to Kane’s face, muttering a quiet ‘what the fuck?’

When the facehugger leaped out on Ripley, the whole room gasped, some cursed and Bradley downright jumped in surprise, “Jesus f– “ he closed his eyes, his hand immediately going up to his heart. Beatrice laughed softly, shaking his hand to check if he was okay.

“It’s dead.” she said and his eyes opened to see the facehugger being prodded.

“Dead?” he replied, curling his face with disgust, “God, that’s gross– how is it dead?”

“Well…it died.” she says cryptically, with a little smile on her face. He pursed his lips, moving his eyes back to the screen. He didn’t see Beatrice keeping an eye on him, seeing his reaction to her favorite scenes was bringing a smile to her face.

When it was the time that Kane was eating - cue to Bradley scoffing muttering that there was something off - she then bit her lower lip, squeezing his hand one more time. Bradley was suspicious and that was good, first timers rarely notice that something is off when seeing the movie, his free hand clenching the armrest with his eyes not moving away.

Then it happened, Kane ‘choked’ and was tossed onto the table, he writhed about until– “Holy shit!” Bradley’s shout was mixed with everyone’s shouts of disgust and surprise, “You are kidding me! You are kidding me– is that a fucking baby??” Beatrice laughed, seeing him lean forward when the baby xenomorph growled and ran off, disappearing from everyone’s view.

She tried to control her laughter when Bradley seemed to be just as annoyed as she would with the rest of the Nostromo crew, who just kept on ignoring Ripley, “Oh, now you are tossing the body,great.” he growls, his leg bouncing with nerves. “The cat better not die. Or Ripley.”

He was dry and sarcastic with every scene, letting out a quiet gasp when the xenomorph full form appeared, but then he tossed his hand to the screen in a ‘see?’motion, “I don’t know what to tell you, bud– oh no you died, that sucks.”

She giggled, “You okay?”

“They should’ve listened to Ripley.” he mutters, his eyebrows low, “I hate these people. Jonesy and Ripley are the only ones I trust.”

He just rolled his eyes when Dallas died, leaning on a hand. His posture however straightened when Ripley went to the computer, his eyebrows furrowed, his head moving between the screen and Beatrice, “What?” he looked back to the screen, “You are shitting me– they were there for the xenomorph???”

“Well, they didn’t know.”

“So they were used.”  he mutters, “And what's Ash going to do? Ripley could easily beat his ass if she so wished.” his smirk however immediately disappeared when Ripley was tossed about by the science officer, “Okay, that’s not nice.” but his surprise when it was revealed he was an android was great.

Bradley growled in disgust, “Jesus.” he clenched her hand, “This was all a plan then.”

“Yep.”

“To get the Xenomorph as a weapon.”

“Hmhm.”

Bradley got silent for a bit, “Still don’t feel bad for the ones who died, but Barney can live too. He, Ripley and Jonesy can get out.”

“Not Lambert?”

He tsked “She doesn’t like Ripley so I don’t like her.” that made Bea laugh, which prompted a chuckle out of him in return. Unfortunately, neither Barney or Lambert would be joining Ripley and Jonesy in the capsule. He sighed in relief seeing Ripley was there with the cat, but letting out an ‘oh my god’ when the alien’s black form was hidden on the ship. 

He was dead silent, eyes not moving away when Ripley started to dress up, tense like a bowstring. He wasn’t hurting her hand, but he was holding it tightly and she didn’t mind it one bit. When the xenomorph was burned by the ship and Ripley lied down with Jonesy, he let out a quiet ‘yes!’ pumping his fist up, while the theater exploded with claps and hoots of triumph “Finally! I’d be pissed if either of them died.”

She smiled, “I’m glad you liked it!”

“I did.” he mutters, leaning closer to her, his voice lowering, “You have good choices in movies.”

Bea’s cheeks flushed red and she laughed, “Well…I-I try.” she rolls her lower lip into her mouth. “You ready for the second one?”

He smirked, nodding “You bet.”

The second movie once again made him annoyed, because people still didn’t listen to Ripley! But he kept his eyes on it, only leaning closer to share his opinion with Bea, which she liked, enjoying how into it he seemed to be. Not to mention he was still holding her hand and she couldn’t bring herself to break the hold, except for bathroom breaks of course.

They watched the three movies as she suggested, with Bradley telling her one and two were his favorites, much to her agreement. His quick commentary about how everyone sucked except for Ripley,Jonesy and Newt was amazing. 

When they walked out of the room however, people were flocking through an open door that Beatrice led them to, hands still clasped together, widening her eyes “Yes!” she squealed, “They brought back the souvenir room!”

Bradley looked around astonished, seeing plushies and toys of several movies for sale, with some crane games down the line for the top of the line ones that were considered rare to get. Beatrice took the two through a hallway of crane games, before stopping on a green and black one, “Look!” she pressed her finger to the glass, where a pile of xenomorph and predator plushies were, the claw swinging above it, “Oh my god, it’s so cute!”

Only Beatrice would consider a giant human killer bug alien cute, but who was he to judge? He leaned closer, trying to hide his disappointment when she let go of his hand to open her purse, grabbing a few coins to slide into the slot, “You any good with these?”

“Well…” she bit her lower lip, keeping her eyes on the claw, “Sometimes.” she directed it to the xenomorph plush right on top of the toy pyramid, “My brothers would usually get it for me if I didn’t. Leo, used to uh–” she paused, trying to find the perfect angle to grab, “To kick the machine when no one was watching.”

The claw lowered, pinching the end of the xenomorph’s elongated plushy head only to go back up, “Oh come on…” she whined, “I don’t have any xenomorph plushies! Just give it to meeeee!!”

Bradley chuckled, seeing her try two more times without success, her forehead thunking against the glass while her lower lip jutted out. He sucked in a breath, looking away from the scene with his stomach churning, he couldn’t handle how cute she was, he really couldn’t, “Here,” he then said, grabbing the coins she still had left and taking her place, “Let me try.”

She stood by his shoulder, watching his tongue peek through his teeth while his eyes followed the claw. He tapped the button twice, just enough for the claw to lower and grab the plushie she so desired, “Oh my god.” she gasped, watching the xenomorph dangle before dropping down “Oh my god!!You did it!” she hugged his shoulder, jumping with excitement before crouching down to grab the toy. She stood to her full height with her laughter vibrating with joy, white teeth shining under the fluorescent lights of the room. “He’s so cute..” she whispers, holding the toy tight to her chest, then gasping when she squeezes the back of it’s head, seeing the inner mouth pop out with a gentle ‘click.’

“Look!” she showed it to Bradley, clicking the mouth a few more times, “Oh this is so cool! Thank you for getting it for me.”

“It was no problem, especially if it makes you smile like that.” she blushes under his words, playing with the short, but soft, tail of her xenomorph plush. He then offers her his hand again, to which she gladly takes and the two walk out of the souvenir room. He’s ready to burst with butterflies, he knows it, his lips just tingle begging him to kiss her before the night is over.

They leave the theater, the three of them now, Bea tucking the xenomorph inside her arm while her other hand stays with his, “Bradley.” he turns his head in her direction, her shy gaze looking up at him, “I…thank you…I mean it.”

“I told you there’s not problem–”

“No, no,I mean…” she sighs “I…” she chews the inside of her lower lip, squeezing his fingers, “I’m having a lot of fun tonight. I really am.” he squeezes right back, pulling her closer to his side so her shoulder touches the top of his bicep. 

“You want to know something?” he whispers, leaning closer to her ear, “I’m having a lot of fun too, pretty girl.” he sees the goosebumps on her skin the moment the endearment comes out of his mouth and she pressed her face on her plush, not being able to hold back her own smile. He returns to his full height with a pleased smile, his chest expanding when he inhales the night air mixed with her lavender perfume, before speaking, “I feel like having dessert, how about you?”

“Dessert? What time is it now?”

“It’s…” he purses his lips looking down at his watch, “0015 right now.” he half expected her to gasp at the time, but she just looked deep in thought.

“Mr.Scoops is open.” she says “We could go there. It’s not so cold right now for ice cream.” 

Bradley’s lips curl into a smirk and he nods, leading her to the Bronco so the two could have ice cream at midnight. It wasn’t something he was used to doing as an adult, sure he’d sneak bites of ice cream when he was a child and his mother was asleep, but he couldn’t complain how tempting the idea was.

So, to Mr.Scoops they went, seeing the people outside enjoying the same cold treat they planned to. Most of them were punk or alternative kids, or college kids who didn’t want to end the night in the hospital thanks to alcohol poisoning. 

It didn’t take long for them to order their own bowls of ice cream, choosing to eat in the park close by instead of inside the ice cream shop. They sat on a bench that overlooks most of the park, but it was hidden enough they wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Their thighs touched when they sat down, “Hm,” she says mid chew, the soft ice cream sliding down her throat, “This is really good, I don’t know why I never asked for it.”

"What 's it again?” he questions while chewing a piece of waffle cone dug into his ice cream bowl.

“Raspberry lemonade.” she replies, digging out a frozen raspberry from the inside, “It’s tangy…but not bad? It’s very refreshing.” she looks over to his own ice cream, seeing it was mostly dark with pieces of waffle cone sticking out of it, “How’s yours?”

“Great,” he replies, licking his thumb clean “I never had belgian chocolate before, so I feel kinda fancy.”

She chuckles, leaning back on the bench while he did the same, the two of them enjoying their ice cream in comfortable silence, the the sound of an owl hooting not too far from them being the only sound besides their own breathing. He looked over to her, watching her lick her lips to get rid of the ice cream with amazement “I don’t know how it’s still on.” she hums in question, spoon inside her mouth, “Your lipstick, it’s still on.”

“Oh,” she pops the spoon out, gesturing with her pinky to her mouth, “It’s a matte lipstick, it holds onto dear life. Nothing really makes it budge.”

Bradley narrows his eyes, “Really?”

“Really!”

“There has to be something that makes it messy.” he counters, “Food doesn’t…so…water?”

“Hmmm, no, not really.”

He ‘huh’s quietly, poking his cheek with his tongue, “How about…hm…how about tea or coffee?” she shakes her head with a smile “How about…juice, like orange juice?” 

“Nope.” she giggles about to say something but he’s faster.

“How about a kiss?” and his eyes are right on her mouth, ice cream forgotten on his lap and she felt her soul leave her body. Beatrice’s eyes widen, her red covered lips parting in a soft gasp while he just stares, intensely, towards her mouth “We should test it out.”

“I-I…I mean…”

“If you want to–”

“I do!” she squeaked, slapping a hand over her mouth at how fast and loud she said that, much to his amusement. “I..I do… a lot.” she whispers, looking at him through her lashes. Bradley huffs out a laugh, licking his lips while meeting her eyes. She feels her eyelids flutter when he gets closer, her cheeks burning to unbelievably high temperatures but she doesn’t back away when she feels his breath against her lips. When it happens, when their lips touch Beatrice feels like floating, her hands forgetting the ice cream to clutch the edges of his Hawaiian shirt in fear she’d fly away.

His lips were so soft and warm, just a bit chapped but nothing to be uncomfortable about. She sighed against his lips,her hands sliding up to wrap around his neck, their chests touching and both of their bowls of ice cream forgotten by the sides of the bench. He placed one hand on the back of her head while the other cupped her hip, pulling her even closer than before and she held back a whimper at how big and warm his hand was against her body.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, he almost pulled her to his lap but held against it, choosing to just squeeze the meaty flesh of her thigh instead. Her smaller hands traveled up to his hair and he groaned into her mouth, tasting the fresh raspberry lemonade from her tongue, earning a quiet whimper from her. When they broke for air, both of their faces were flushed but her lipstick remained intact, “God damn it.” he breathed out, using his thumb to brush over the lower lip, a shaky breath leaving her lips, “It’s still on.”

Her breathing was uneven “M-Maybe…” she licked her lips, “We should try again.”

“God,I love how you think.” he groans, latching their lips together again, moaning into her mouth as she did the same, her body partially on his. He squeezed her thigh even more, his arm shaking trying to hold back from pulling her onto his lap. Too early, his brain tried to say through his fogged mind, it's too early, this is just their first date. But he wanted, he wanted so bad. 

Her little whimpers and sighs against his mouth were about to drive him insane, the way her nails raked up his scalp sending shivers all over his body. Shivers that were sending jolts to areas he didn’t think either of them should deal with yet. They parted yet again when breathing became a responsibility, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he tried to regain some sort of control over his own self.

He inhaled her lavender scent as if it was better than oxygen, burying his face on the curve of her shoulder while her arms remained around his neck, “Fuck…” he whispered, still out of breath, “Fucking hell, I–”

“You okay?” she questioned, just out of breath as he was.

“Pretty girl, this is like asking a thirsty man in the desert if he needs water.” he exhales, her body shaking with a quiet giggle, “I’ll be fine…just…God, you have a nice mouth.”

“Yours isn’t that bad either.” she bit her lower lips when he lifted his head, his hair a bit disheveled thanks to her hands combing through it, so she tried to comb the sandy strands back to what it was. “Sorry, your hair– I…” she giggles, still a bit unsure how to react. She makes a surprised noise when he leans down to kiss her again, but she smiles against his lips, his mustache tickling her.

“You are so cute,” he mutters against her mouth, ‘You are so fucking cute, god I can’t–” more kisses, “I can’t handle you. With your–” another one, “Your laugh when you find something funny,” yet another, “The way you jut out your lip when you are upset,” once again, “The way your eyes shine when you talk about something you love, god damn it-”

If her cheeks were burning before, now they were downright melting over his words. The butterflies escaped, they were now flying freely around her, finally happy to be free without the fears of dying in a cage. Her eyes burn with tears but they never fall, she’s too happy for them to fall, cupping his cheeks to keep him there, kissing her and she kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm.

When they break, this time for real, their foreheads touch and they look at each other. He chuckles breathily, his thumb returning to rub on her lower lip, “I think I see a bit of skin showing.” He gently pulls the lip down to expose the pink underside, before he lets it go so it bounces back “I call that test a success.”

“It was.” she whispers, her thumbs touching his cheekbones, “I like you a lot Bradley.”

“I like you a lot too,Beatrice.” 

They laugh like two teenagers, “Does that mean…” she shrugs, her face returning to it’s scarlet color, “That we are together?”

Bradley smiles, his body relaxing while his hand travels down to caress her chin, “If you want to.” his voice is very soft when he says it, “I’d like that a lot, if I’m being honest.”

“I want to.” she says, running her thumb over the scar on his jawline, “I want so much.”

“I say we seal it with a kiss, then” he murmurs, already leaning over, “Just to make sure.”

Her laugh sounds musical when she nods, moving her head closer so they could kiss again, not being able to contain her own happiness.

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[orionangeline]

you said that butt is a husky mix. do you know what he is mixed with? bc, at least in my experience, its quite rare to see a husky [or even a husky mix] with that much white fur. ive actually never seen one completely white. my first thought was that he was albino, but his eyes look kinda brown in the photos.

also asking bc he looks pretty small for a husky [but he might just still be young] its cool if you dont know! i just wanted to ask bc i actually work with dogs and am preparing for a career as an animal trainer [granted at a zoo 😂 but i still love dogs]

sorry for the long ask, but i was curious! also please tell butt he is a very handsome boy and give him lots of hugs and belly rubs for me. hes so cute!

So he's 50lbs which is about the size of like a Siberian husky or some of the other smaller variants (definitely smaller than say, a mckinzey river or a malamute) he's 7yo so he's full grown but he is smallish

His eyes are very blue actually he's just got liver pink brown skin (so his nose and such are light color)

As for what the living hell he is, I was told (probably incorrectly) that his mother was husky, Pyrenees, and I forgot what. His father's supposedly husky, pitbull and lab

A lot of husky and pitbull mixes seem to be white, and I've definitely seen lots of dogs locally that look like him, but that really just means that probably one of the dogs in his lineage has been getting around tbh

So, to answer the question, I am only like 50% sure he even is husky.... His siblings looked MUCH more husky ish and he DOES have a husky pattern (it's just in. a slightly different shade of white 😔 white boy)

As a puppy he looked kinda like a lab? And people often think he's part German shepherd? But I have no clue, the person I got him from was a family friend but she's not the most reliable source of information

Sorry this is so long I love talking about fuzzy butt lmao

Pictures! These should give an idea of his size and eye color and he is soooo cute I cannot help myself

#long post #my dog #thanks for the ask!

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Red Nose Pitbull: Dog Breed, Height, Exercise, Image, Full Info

The Red Nose PitBull is a medium-sized strain that falls into a type of American hole Bull Terrier, which is part of the Working Group of tykes. The American hole Bull Terrier is a blend of different kinds of Bulldogs and Terriers.

There are two types of hole Bulls The Blue Nose hole Bull, which is characterized by its blue- multicolored fleece and nose; and the Red Nose hole Bull, known for its red- multicolored nose and fleece.

These tykes have the same figure and personalities as the American hole Bull Terrier with the color of the nose and fleece as the only difference.

hole Bulls, or ‘ Pitties ’, aren’t members of the American Kennel Club due to the contestation girding this important- blackened and misknew strain. The Red Nose hole Bull is an excellent family canine as they’re known to be amazing with children.

The Red Nose hole Bull has a short, satiny fleece of bobby-colored fur with a matching red nose. They’re generally a shade of red but might have some white or cream on another corridor of their bodies( generally the casket and toes).

They’re fairly short tykes that have a heavyset figure with a deep casket and muscular shoulders.

Origin: America

Size: Medium

Height: 18 to 22 inches.

Weight: 35 to 65 pounds, but females weigh less than male

LifeSpan: around 12 to 15 years

Color: Copper-colored, the color is brown or white

Breed Characteristics

The Red Nose Pitbull Terrier generally stands between seventeen to nineteen elevations. Only when the canine is completely grown, it weighs nearly between thirteen to thirty kilograms.

Red Nose Pitbulls can also come in patterns of cream or white on their bodies. These patterns are generally on their casket, and occasionally on their toes as well. These beautiful and unique features should be visible in a Red Nose hole since its birth itself.

The Red Nose Pit Bull Of History

Contrary to what numerous might say, tykes aren’t born a blank slate. Rather, they’ve certain traits handed down to them through generations of picky parentage. This is why a Border Collie artificially tries to punch or why a pointer points.

sorely, hole Bulls have a bloody history of picky parentage. They trace their lineage back to the Old English Bulldogge. Now defunct, the Bulldogge was used in bear fighting as far back as the days of Shakespeare and earlier.

When the bears ran out, the tykes were used for bull-baiting. They were notorious for their ferocity but were supposed too stupid to train. When bull-baiting came illegal, the tykes were soon kept for the notorious conflict.

They weren’t bred as a specific strain and were frequently crossed with other tykes similar to terriers to increase their speed and dexterity in the hole. Hence the name; the whole Bull Terrier.

In 1976, canine fighting came illegal in the USA. Soon later, hole Bulls were unfairly demonized in the media. They were banned in corridors of Canada and countries like the UK.

The media storm of the 1980s showed a profound misreading of hole Bulls. Understandably, this caused a counterreaction amongst whole Bull suckers and created emotionally charged content.

Appearance

The Red Nose hole- the bull is bigger than the ordinary hole- bull due to its heavyset and athletic look. A womanish Red Nose hole- bull can weigh 30 to 50 pounds while a joker can weigh up to 65 pounds. Their potbellied head is the size of a slip-up, and they’ve extremely important jaws.

For added strength, they feature a robust neck and a large casket. The eyes are amber in tinge and round. The Red Nose hole- bull features stunning red, brown, or red hair, lips, and toes, as well as amber eyes. They also have white fur patterns on their body, especially on their casket and toes.

These are unique features of a Red Nose hole- bull. Red Nose hole Bulls have strong figures, short hair, and silky fleece. This fleece might come in a variety of colors. The cognizance is medium in size and is frequently trimmed. The tail is shaped like a scourge.

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Red Nose Pitbull: Dog Breed, Height, Exercise, Image, Full Info

The Red Nose PitBull is a medium-sized strain that falls into a type of American hole Bull Terrier, which is part of the Working Group of tykes. The American hole Bull Terrier is a blend of different kinds of Bulldogs and Terriers.

There are two types of hole Bulls The Blue Nose hole Bull, which is characterized by its blue- multicolored fleece and nose; and the Red Nose hole Bull, known for its red- multicolored nose and fleece.

These tykes have the same figure and personalities as the American hole Bull Terrier with the color of the nose and fleece as the only difference.

hole Bulls, or ‘ Pitties ’, aren’t members of the American Kennel Club due to the contestation girding this important- blackened and misknew strain. The Red Nose hole Bull is an excellent family canine as they’re known to be amazing with children.

The Red Nose hole Bull has a short, satiny fleece of bobby-colored fur with a matching red nose. They’re generally a shade of red but might have some white or cream on another corridor of their bodies( generally the casket and toes).

They’re fairly short tykes that have a heavyset figure with a deep casket and muscular shoulders.

Origin: America

Size: Medium

Height: 18 to 22 inches.

Weight: 35 to 65 pounds, but females weigh less than male

LifeSpan: around 12 to 15 years

Color: Copper-colored, the color is brown or white

Breed Characteristics

The Red Nose Pitbull Terrier generally stands between seventeen to nineteen elevations. Only when the canine is completely grown, it weighs nearly between thirteen to thirty kilograms.

Red Nose Pitbulls can also come in patterns of cream or white on their bodies. These patterns are generally on their casket, and occasionally on their toes as well. These beautiful and unique features should be visible in a Red Nose hole since its birth itself.

The Red Nose Pit Bull Of History

Contrary to what numerous might say, tykes aren’t born a blank slate. Rather, they’ve certain traits handed down to them through generations of picky parentage. This is why a Border Collie artificially tries to punch or why a pointer points.

sorely, hole Bulls have a bloody history of picky parentage. They trace their lineage back to the Old English Bulldogge. Now defunct, the Bulldogge was used in bear fighting as far back as the days of Shakespeare and earlier.

When the bears ran out, the tykes were used for bull-baiting. They were notorious for their ferocity but were supposed too stupid to train. When bull-baiting came illegal, the tykes were soon kept for the notorious conflict.

They weren’t bred as a specific strain and were frequently crossed with other tykes similar to terriers to increase their speed and dexterity in the hole. Hence the name; the whole Bull Terrier.

In 1976, canine fighting came illegal in the USA. Soon later, hole Bulls were unfairly demonized in the media. They were banned in corridors of Canada and countries like the UK.

The media storm of the 1980s showed a profound misreading of hole Bulls. Understandably, this caused a counterreaction amongst whole Bull suckers and created emotionally charged content.

Appearance

The Red Nose hole- the bull is bigger than the ordinary hole- bull due to its heavyset and athletic look. A womanish Red Nose hole- bull can weigh 30 to 50 pounds while a joker can weigh up to 65 pounds. Their potbellied head is the size of a slip-up, and they’ve extremely important jaws.

For added strength, they feature a robust neck and a large casket. The eyes are amber in tinge and round. The Red Nose hole- bull features stunning red, brown, or red hair, lips, and toes, as well as amber eyes. They also have white fur patterns on their body, especially on their casket and toes.

These are unique features of a Red Nose hole- bull. Red Nose hole Bulls have strong figures, short hair, and silky fleece. This fleece might come in a variety of colors. The cognizance is medium in size and is frequently trimmed. The tail is shaped like a scourge.

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Pitbull Puppies For Sale

Buying a Pitbull puppy is a good idea if you want a smart dog that's not too large and will be easy to train. While they may be good at hunting rat, they're also great companions and are fiercely protective of their family. If you have children, you'll be glad to know that Pitbull puppies love playing with them.

There are many places to buy Pitbull puppies. One of the best is Manmade Kennels, where they produce the best Pit Bull terrier xl puppies for sale. They have been breeding the perfect family dogs for fourteen years.

Another good place to buy a Pit Bull is from Blue Passion Kennels, which has been in business since 1993. Their website has some nice features, including a "meet and greet" daily, as well as a lifetime health guarantee. The breeder requires a nonrefundable $250 deposit to reserve a puppy. You must then spay or neuter your dog by six months of age. The health guarantee is only good if you can show proof of spaying or neutering the dog by the end of the six month period.

A pitbull puppy is a great choice for the family, but you should know that these puppies can be expensive. There are many Pit Bulls for sale, and many of them cost more than a thousand dollars. They are usually more expensive than some other breeds, such as the American Bully. However, you can save thousands of dollars by adopting an older Pit Bull instead of buying a new puppy.

There are many Pit Bulls for sale in New York, so you should not have a problem finding one. You will be able to choose from a variety of colors, including blue, red, and merle. The most expensive Pit Bulls are the red-nosed ones. However, the blue-nosed one is still a good value for your money.

When you're searching for a Pitbull puppy, you should be careful with the backyard breeders and puppy mills. You'll find plenty of places to buy Pitbulls, but you should do your homework first. A good Pit Bull should be able to keep up with your kids. You'll also need to make sure you have the time to care for a pet. You can also save money by purchasing a puppy from a rescue shelter.

A good breeder will also provide a two year health guarantee, and you should be able to find one with a website and a reputable reputation. It's also a good idea to buy a high-quality collar, crate, and leash. You'll find them in sets for $20 to $25. However, it's better to spend more and get something quality. Click here to grasp additional details visit blue nose pitbull puppies for sale

In addition to a good breeder, you should also look for a puppy nanny to watch over your dog while you're at work. Most breeders have one or more of these employees on premises. They will keep your dog company while you're at work, and also help you socialize your dog with new situations. They'll even send the dog on a plane with you if you're buying a puppy from a breeder in a different state.

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Rat Terrier Life Span

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Rat Terrier Life Span

Rat Terriers are considered amazing dogs for families. They are very intelligent and very easy to train. This article should give you a better understanding of this breed and its lifespan.

Ratters, as Rat terriers are also called, are what professionals call a true terrier dog breed. They were developed and bred in the US, although the dogs originate from England. This breed was made by settlers that crossed the Manchester Terriers, which is an extinct White English Terrier, with the popular Fox Terrier. To improve their hunting skills, they were also bred with the beagle, and to boost their speed and stamina, they were also mingled with the Greyhound and Whippet dogs. The Rat Terrier dogs were used in the 1800s by the English miners to hunt rats that were populating the shacks and shafts of mines.

They were also very good in dog fights. As soon as Teddy Roosevelt got one as a pet, the Rat Terrier became a very popular and sought-after breed. The dogs even got the name Teddy Roosevelt Terriers because they were taken on hunting trips with the President.

Expected Life Span

The Rat Terriers have a life expectancy of around 25 years, although usually, they would live anywhere between 15 to 19 years. Some dogs from this breed are even known to go over the age of 25 years, but only when cared for properly. There are some experts that consider that this breed’s life expectancy is only around 15 years. In the end, it will come down to their genetic makeup, the inherited characteristics, the level of care they receive, and any health problems that affect them throughout their lifetime.

You might also like my articles on the lifespan of Pitbulls, information on the Labmaraner mix, and the German Shepherd Boxer Mix.

Breed Varieties

There are basically two different types of Rat Terrier dogs. These are the long-legged and the short-legged Rat Terriers. The long-legged ones come from the crossing between the Greyhounds and the Whippets, while the short-legged Rat Terriers have been made by breeding the Dachshunds with the Welsh Corgi dogs. The long-legged breed has amazing stamina and speed, very useful in sports and hunting, inherited through genetics from its parents. Rat Terriers also differ in their average height. These dogs have a standard height of anywhere between 14 and 23 inches. Those considered medium-sized will be somewhere between 8 and 15 inches tall and the toy dogs will be 8 inches or slightly lower.

Their Appearance

These dogs are very beautiful and will be great additions to your family. The Rat Terriers have a solid and powerful neck, strong shoulders, and a deep chest. Although their body is compact, it is also very solid. The color of the coat will be white, chocolate, red, pearl, sable, black-and-tan, blue-and-white, or red-bridle.

Personality Traits

Based on its character, we can categorize this dog breed as very active. Some specimens are known to have even double the energy that a Jack Russell Terrier might have. When running or chasing things, these dogs present a lot of grace. Their nose is very skilled at tracking scents and their overall personality is positive, making them very good-natured, well-behaved dogs.

They are considered very intelligent and inquisitive. Rat Terriers will get along amazingly well with children, especially if they are raised together. They will continue to be great companions to both children and adults even through adulthood, staying very playful and faithful. They are very quick and will make great watchdogs. They come with a fearless temperament, although they aren’t known to bark a lot. Training won’t prove to be a difficult task when it comes to these dogs. They are very fast learners and like to please their owners, making the training activity a joy. They are very good swimmers and very well-behaved. They need to be led by a confident owner, acting like a pack leader with a strong character and consistent behavior. This is to prevent them from developing territorial issues or a small dog syndrome.

Rat Terriers can be apartment dogs, but they will need their daily dose of outside exercise that shouldn’t last less than 20 minutes. They will do a lot better in a medium-sized yard where they can easily release their energy. They love both staying outdoors and indoors. You sdhouldn’t stress too much about grooming either. Weekly brushing and combing to remove any dead hair will usually suffice.

They have enough energy for the both of you, are very hard-working, and will help you get rid of any rats and mice around your house. Although they aren’t high maintenance, if you want to have them live for as much as possible, you will have to attend to their basic needs.

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There are total 6 different colors of a blue nose Pitbull. Find out about those colors. Also find which of them are common and which are rare.

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Have you ever wondered what dingo x pitbull puppies would look like? 

Vex, Fergus and Scamp aged up and all got a pretty good mix of their parents’ genetics! 

Vex looks exactly like her dingo dad, but a bit lighter and with her mom’s eyes and nose coloring. 

Fergus has mismatched eyes, one brown like his dad, one blue like his mom. He also had his dad’s pointed ears, but otherwise he mostly looks like mom.

Scamp is exactly like Cooper, but with his mom’s ears and eye color.

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[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO, “Perfect Timing.”

Alright everyone. I am beginning to realize that maybe expecting myself to write a story every week day with a job and trying to get into grad school and writing a second novel might be a bit..... excessive?

So I am going to try for three times a week. I hope you all stick around :)

And I hope you enjoy today’s story as well. 

Adam stood with his hands behind his back, feet spread to shoulder width. He would never have noticed by himself, but the men and women around him stood a little straighter and stepped a little faster under his watchful eye. Once upon a time they might have only hastened their work if he directly asked them too, but just his mere presence these days could send his crew scurrying to do their work. He hadn’t really changed anything about the way he commanded his men. He was firm when he needed to be but allowed for brevity when it would suit the situation.

However, a few years and some tough lessons was slowly shaping him into the kind of man who could command thousands, sharp posture, calm confidence, and a keen eye. 

But then again anyone who could appear professional while wearing high top heelies was a man to be reckoned with.

Sunny walked up next to him her pearlescent white armor glowing under the light as she leaned on the shade of her matching spear. Her head was held high like his. Where once she had been locked up, and defensive, she now stood with the calm confidence of someone who understood what control meant.

Together they had come a long way.

She tilted her head, “You really think he’s going to let you race this…. It’s a million dollar piece of military hardware, they don’t stand a chance.”

Adam didn’t move, hands still clasped behind his back as he  stared up at the F-90 Darkfire he was preparing for the race, “I wouldn’t be so sure…. I’ll be lucky to come in last place.”

Sunny frowned confused, “I saw those shuttles, they were junk shows.”

He lifted his head as the F-90 was rolled across the deck.

“This is a race, it isn’t combat. She was built for dogfights which means she is going to be heavier than the others. Wing tip to wing tip she is also going to be a little longer than the other shuttles and jets making maneuvering around obstacles more difficult. Sure she likely has a more powerful engine, but that can be as much of a detriment as it is a leg up.”  He gestured in the vague direction of the race course, “We are going to be racing through the planet’s smaller rocky ring. It has an unusual amount of larger, thick chunks which we are going to have to manuver around: the kind of conditions you might see in science fiction movies when they talk about an asteroid field. Asteroid fields are generally too far apart to cause any real issue, but here the rocks are dense, and my flying is going to have to be on pont, having a more powerful engine is going to make her more touchy, and my fitness on the controls is going to have to be absolute.”

Sunny tilted her head listening as he continued. She liked it when this side of him came out. There was something about the analytical, logical side of Adam she found….. Very appealing.

He walked forward to examine the jet himself, “Furthermore, I don’t know if you noticed, but there were a few jets there that weren’t exactly junk shows. A few of them were pretty top of the line, and most of them were built for racing. Lighter, sleeker, faster, and with more engine control than mine.

A lot of my maneuverability is lost out of the atmosphere. This isn’t about how well you can manipulate wind currents, this is going to be all about the very minute rotation of the rear and and wing engines. Their wings are smaller and closer in meaning they are going to rotate more easily than me.

She walked up with him and put a hand on his shoulder, “You forgot to fact in one thing.”

He frowned and looked up, “Oh, what did I miss.”

She smiled slightly, “The skill of the pilot, and I know for a fact that we have the best pilot this side of Andromeda. You can have the best plane in the world, but if you have a shit pilot, then a good pilot in a flying trash can has a chance of winning.”

He Smiled, “Thanks, I needed that.”

He stepped back, “Still it doesn't pay to be too cocky. I have a feeling these people have raced this before, they are going to know what they are dealing with, and I am going tinto this completely blind. This is a test to see if my instincts are better than their practice…. Who knows it could be a very close run thing.”

He moved forward to do an extra check on the outside of the ship despite having a whole team of people to do it for him. Adam had learned to delegate a lot of his responsibilities onto others to avoid burnout, but this was one thing he never left to other people. He came back after a thorough check of the ship and stopped next to her.

His head was tilted to one side as he looked at the machine sitting before him.

“It is missing something.”

Sunny turned her head to look at him, “What?”

He smiled, “Do we have anyone here who has experience with graffiti?”

***

Donavan Red met him when he entered the hanger, wearing his flight suit and holding his helmet under one arm. He had gone for some of his more simple equipment. Didn’t want to give the guy an excuse to blame his skill on technology.

Red looked him over.

“Nice suit, princess.”

Adam just smiled thinly looking around at the other pilots, “I see I might be under-dressed.”

To be far though, he wasn’t exactly sure what he would have described the dress code, if he had to put it on an invitation. 

The most apt description seemed to have been.

Dress for Pissing contest.

The men and women wore their uniforms in the same way NASCAR drivers might, covered in logos and patterns. Some of them were clearly custom ordered with personal designs on the backs or the helmets, some sporting flames, others cartoon animals, one guy was just covered in black and white skulls.

The affect up close was ok, but from a distance he just looked like an over excited dalmatian, or maybe some kind of flamboyant cow.

A few of them went for color themes, neon red on black. Neon green on blue.

Most of them tried to coordinate with the matching colors on their ship, each trying to outdo the next.

Red smirked.

The docking bay light began to blink red as the airlock was engaged, and the all turned to watch as the doors opened, and Adam’s jet rolled into the docking bay. She was simultaneously both very impressive and very not impressive. She was an instrument of war, and he rockets lined up on either side of her wings said as much. Adam had once considered her rather sleek in comparison to other jets of the day, but looking at her now in comparison with the racing planes and he couldn’t help but compare her to a pitbull or a bulldog next to greyhounds or whippets.

She rolled up slowly and Red raised an eyebrow.

“A whose guy huh?”

Adam smirked, “I don’t know, I kind of like it.”

They both looked up as the F-90 stopped in place, and along her side in delicate blue cursive script was the name Cinderella. The man who had done the graffiti  had even taken the time to add some stylized pink roses to the front and end of the word giving it a finished look.

Donavan seemed both amused and annoyed at the same time.

The men and women around him turned to look over ridicule dying on their lips as they saw the smirk on his face.

It was made pretty clear.

He was going to beat them, and when he beat them, he was going to have a princess logo on the side of his jet, never mind all of their cool paint jobs.

Donavan frowned but then turned to everyone, “Alright load up!.” Adam did as ordered, switching seats with the young pilot in the cockpit and strapping himself in. he adjusted his controls, did a quick once over, and then pulled some power from his engine.  There was going to be an overwhelming desire to go fast, but he knew that speed wasn’t going to win him this race.

The jets began lining up next to each other, and to his surprise, one of the sleek racing models sidled up next to him, and when he looked over, he saw Donovan Red cambering into the cockpit.

That didn’t exactly bode well, but what was there to do about it.

He felt cool oxygen spilling  onto his mouth and nose as the orange tinted visor dropped down over his eyes. He opted not to use the heads up display preferring to see everything around him as he was flying. 

They were all in a line now, and up ahead a large projection appeared on the docking bay doors.

Red lights began to blink as the docking bay was cleared of everyone except for the jets.

The image of a woman appeared on the screen before them.

It was one of the women he had seen before in her cut off jean shorts and tight tank top.

“Ladies and gentlemen start - your - ENGINES!”

All around him the room was filled with a roar as the group of people pushed their engines to an idle.

He could feel the jet underneath him as it thrummed and whined vibrating into his gloves and down into his skin.

His very bones could feel the trembling.

“The course is simple, one lap around the rocky interior ring of the planet. Rules are only this, no leaving the ring, no weapons, and no teams, every man for himself. If the race moderators see any of this, you will be thrown from the race.”

She smiled and leaned back to reveal two green flags in either hand.

She began to wave them.

“On your mark!”

He took a deep calming breath forcing his hand to relax.

“Get set.”

He felt his heart beating  hard against his ribcage, his stomach crawled up into his throat, and he felt the sudden and overwhelming need to pee.

“GO!”

THe airlock doors shot open faster than they should have been able, a clear sign someone had bypassed safety protocols. Caught off guard by this, Adam shot out of the gate slower than he would have liked. Already the racing  jets streaked ahead, their quicker sleeker designs looking right at home against the blackness of space.

He had to remind himself that in space, without wind resistance, sleek didn’t mean shit.

If he was good enough he could have piloted a brick to win.

He gave more joice to the engine and shot forward. He cut under one of his other opponents and then cythed up next to a second.

He was there for only a moment when he saw something coming in from his right.

Instincts had him move fast, and he turned horizontal  shooting upwards just as another jet tried to push him out. He was flying over the two of them now, and gave another burst shooting forward and past them.

This open stretch was the only time he was going to be able to use the power of his engine to his advantage, so he gave her a little more juice and shot forward catching up quickly with the racing models at the front. Two of them cut sideways attempting to block his path. He cursed, forced to fire his engines backwards so as not to go crashing into them. 

The ring was approaching quickly now, and he could see very clearly that they had not been kidding. The belt was dense, less mate out of fine sand, and instead made up of billions of rocks some the size of him, others the size of cars, and even some the size of large houses. It was the strangest sort of formation he had ever seen around a planet, and he wondered idly how they stayed in orbit.

The two jets ahead of him cut right and then left as a rock came barreling towards him.

He shouted and rolled to the side barely avoiding a head on collision, his instincts saving him where his active brain could not.

He snarled.

“Pull it together.”

There was no time to be thinking, there was only time for flying.

WIth a practiced hand he toggled a switch on the side of his thumb, and his helmet was suddenly filled with the sound of music and drums. His brain focused inward and stopped thinking. He shot over and then under rolling between rocks just inches away on either side. Off to his right the planet below was glowing with the light of it’s star, a lightning blue halo around it where the atmosphere glowed.

He cut the left dove down and then rolled up.

He could see the other jets ahead of him cutting in and out through the rocks. His breathing grew even, his body relaxed, his brain heard nothing but the beat of the music and saw nothing but the obstacles ahead of him.

One of the jets pulled up next to him from behind recklessly rolling around one of the rocks. They were racing wing tip to wing tip now.

They cut right and left under and over he rolled left they rolled right. They were shaky just hanging on, but his flying was smooth.

Up ahead one of the other jets lit up with glowing orange as a set of flares broke from it’s back end shatting against the debris behind it.  Rocks were thrown off their normal course and went smashing into each other turning the rock field ahead of them into a meat grinder. Adam shot forward and dived downward while rolling tight, behind him the racer was unable to replicate the move and a piece of rock caught their wing sending them spinning off to the side and out of the ring.

Adam dodged a piece of debris coming in from his left, flipped upside down and shot diving upward and then righting himself just under the jet up front.

He could see the leader now, and recognized it as Red himself .

The jet above him attempted to drop down and knock him out of position, but he gave a burst to the engine and shot forward.

The jet behind him punched downward and nearly collided into a rock before pulling back into the palace.

Adam took their place in second.

Red could see him coming.

Another set of flares was released.

He checked his forward momentum and rolled three or four times to his right. G forces tugged at his consciousness forcing blackness to the edge of his vision. He tightened the muscles of his chest and stomach forcing blood back up into his head as he breathed out in short controlled bursts.

A rock flew overhead, he cut low, bumped up and then executed a rolling turn over a massive rock pulling in behind red and just up to the right to avoid another burst of flares.

The two of them were fighting for the front now.

And red was good, he knew how to handle a jet, but so did Adam.

They roared past a field of rocks splitting apart as a massive chunk came between them. Adam roared forward, and panicked for a single moment as he saw an impenetrable wall of rock appear just before him. Then a crack appeared. He fired the forward engine and cut horizontal passing through an opening that left him only feet to spare. Rock rose up to meet him, and he rotated his engine up dropping vertically before cutting sideways and passing under a rock. Teeth gritted, he punched upward passing through a gap just as it closed behind him.

A yell of exertain escaped his lips as he pulled straight up cutting up the side of a massive mansion-sized rock before diving right back down into the thick of it.

Red was gone, he didn’t see him anymore.

Was he up front?

And then the sleek black jet dropped down from above cutting him off.

He cursed and swerved low past another rock forced to cut diagonal back into line.

He pulled up wing to wing with the men again.

They dove, they pulled up and they took a wide turn ac coordinated together as a military formation never more than four feet apart.

They were going faster than they probably should have reacted. second by second he rolled left Red went right. They both met in a dive rolling past each other, wings almost touching before cutting upwards mirroring each other in opposite directions. The sound of the music melded with the path of his flight.

They were racing side by side just as one of the other jets roared over them careening out of control in a desperate attempt t o reach front. They watched him dive pull up cut left, and then a rock rolled right into their path. The two of them barely had time to react as the rock hit their right wing and then sent them slamming into the next boulder. There was an eruption and a brief ball of fire as oxygen was consumed from inside the cockpit. Debris blossomed up around them in a miniature explosion.

Adam greeted his teeth, eyes wide .

What was once a race suddenly turned into a battlezone. He and Red dove together rolling around the debris desperately trying to avoid getting cut in two. At these speeds, one hit would be the death of them. His heart raced in his chest as he pulled forward cutting  in the triangle made by three boulders side by side. Red mirrored him below.

A chunk of metal shot towards him, and he toggled his right wing burst just in time, lowering his left side just in time for the chunk to go flying past him. He pulled up with a gasp as a massive chunk of rock cut up before him. Red shot below and he rolled over the top coming into second place.

Up ahead a mining barge ascended through the line of rocks.

Adam roared with exertion as he pulled up and leveled out shooting right under the attached arm of the barge. Red lights erupted over it’s hull in a proximity warning as he went just inches overhead.

The barge driver, clearly spooked twisted to the side and the arm of the barge rolled with it, catching a boulder and sending it flying towards the grouping next to it, there was a sudden explosion of rock and again he was forced to roll to the side. Up down, over and under, cything between lines of rock.

He was almost hit once, then twice.

He toggled the forward engines, slowing himself down and then shooting straight up before continuing forward.

The rocks around him were rolling unpredictably colliding and then exploding into smaller pieces. There was no way he was making it through that alive.

He was rolling diving spinning twisting, and then, he felt it…. Something he had only felt on occasion. The world around him went silent, everything seemed to slow, and he was filled with…. With a feeling. It was like light, bursting out from his chest, rolling up through his skin and into his head.

He entered a moment of perfect execution. He cut into a tight roll his wings cything through the minute gaps between debris with timing so perfect it shouldn't have been humanly possible. Rocks passed by him at hundreds of miles an hour inches away  from the glass of his canopy, one wrong move and he’d be dead. He cut through a gap that gave him inches on either side rolld right dove down, turned left, spun once and then twice, and made a completely vertical ascent. Rocks flew past him on his right and on his left.

Up ahead he could see a gap slowly closing before him. He opened up his engine and shot forward so fast everything was a blur.

The rocks collided behind him as they snapped shut, and he flew into the clear firing forward to slow himself, and then red was there too descending from above spinning and wobbling, almost out of control and careening directly towards a house sized boulder.

He panicked firing up and down at the same time and sending him into a spin.

He was heading directly towards the rock .

WIthout thinking Adam locked onto the rock, and fired. A rocket under his wing detached and shot forward exploding violently just in time for Red to pass through unharmed. Red jolted awkwardly and rolled to one side. Adam cut past under from right to left and rolled straight over red to avoid a rock.

There was a moment where the two of them were staring at each other through the clear canopy.

Eyes met for an instant, and Adam could see the wide eyed fear on the man’s face., Then Adam rolled ahead ducking under the last rock and then bursting out into space.

He let the F-90 have her moment, and completely opened the engine shooting forward and cutting through the finish line which flashed bright green. In that moment He was hit with such a sense of exhilaration and joy that he couldn't imagine anything better. Who needed drugs, who needed love, who needed any of that when you could fly.

Hed did a triumphant loop whooping the whole way.

Of course, a feeling like that can never last long and slowly began to fade away. THe reality of what he had just done was both terrifying and amazing to the point he felt his body begging to shake. The tension and fear he had been holding back exploded inside him just like that joy and he found his hands trembling on the joystick.

He let it overtake him. He had been like this since he was young and fighting it would only make things worse. Despite his shaking hands he flew back to the docking bay and landed his jet with the precision of a surgeon. Finally when the engine was off and the flood stable underneath him he slumped back in his seat shaking and racked with rolling tremors. He closed his eyes and breathed long and slow.

Behind him the others came limping in.

None of them were completely unscathed, at least one person was dead. His hands continued to shake as the airlock doors shut, and as soon as the room was pressurized, he opened the cockpit. As soon as it did, Sunny came running into the room and up the ladder. SHeleft her spear on the floor and helped him to climb out.  His legs were shaking and he almost fell if it weren’t for her support.

She knew him too well, sitting him down on the lowest step and kneeling next to him.

“Are you ok?”

He grinned at her, “That was…. Holy shit.”

He held up his hand to watch the shaking, “I’m having an earthquake.”

It was just then that Red jumped out of his jet onto the floor. He staggered when he did but pushed away the men who tried to help, “What the ever loving FUCK just happened. The field had NEVER been like that. Jaz DIED out there, what the FUCK.” 

The people milled around in confusion.

Red turned to him, eyes narrowing as he stalked over. Adam sighed and looked up as the man stopped to stand over him

“I’m sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.”

The man paused confused, “What?”

“I broke the rules. Means I forfeit.”

Red looked almost nonplussed, “What are you on about?”

Adam slowly took to his feet taking a few more deep wreaths to steady himself before drawing to his full height. He was stead now and looked down at Red with an unwavering gaze. He held out a hand, “I used weapons during the race, that was against the rules. These weren’t flares to move the rocks. I used a targeted missile during the race and that means I broke the rules.”

Red stared at him.

Then he snorted, “Damn the rules. You saved my ass.” he turned to look at his people, “I am more than man enough to acknowledge that.” HE turned back to Adam, “You saved my life you crazy bastard. I am not even sure how you are still alive ….. Because that flying…. That was….. Holy fuck.” He grinned and took Adam by the shoulder, “you shaking, man.” He held up his hand to show a tremor, “Me too, now let's go get some drinks and talk this out. I owe you after all.”

The two of them walked off through the forest of shaken pilots, “You are the kind of man I can see myself doing business with.”

[horrorslashergirl]

My Slasher OCs Face Claim Part 1

Authors Note: I decided to make a full post with my OCs face claims and their theme songs.

Part 2 to this post!

Let’s see what they look and sound like!

Richard Firewood

This is the only picture I could find for Richard’s face. I view him especially with sharp eyes in the color of an emerald green and hair of obsidian black pulled into a neat high long ponytail. I picture his face with a sharp edge, but also that doll like perfection.

Theme song: Siobhan McCarthy, Louise Plowright, Jenny Galloway, Neal Wright- Money, Money, Money (1999 / Musical "Mamma Mia")

Jackson Jasper

This is a model that I don’t remember his name, but this is defenitly what I picture Jackson’s face to be like; rough and rugged with a beard and long hair in a dark blonde color, either lose or pulled into a messy bun depending on his mood, but mostly in a bun. His eyes are blue.

Theme Song: Carrie Underwood - Cowboy Casanova

The Hacker/Erron/Cyber Killer

For the mysterious Hacker I decided to choose the actor, Desmond Harrington, mostly because I loved how he played in the horror movie Ghost Ship. His hair is a little spikey like, brown and he has grey eyes.

Theme Song: Burn - Ashley Clark

Bambi Miller

This is the picture that I found that resembles Bambi; long light brown wavy hair, cute little face with a dangerous edge if you look closer and light brown eyes that sometimes darken in the shadow.

Theme song: Kid Rock- So hott

Dave Anthony

For this insane poltergeist I found this one and I think it suits him; white wavy hair, grey almost white eyes that turn fully black. He has sharp features from his nose to his jawline.

Theme Song: Voltaire - When You're Evil 

Samuel Grayson

Found this one while looking for Daves. I picture this is what Samuel looked like human, so add in spikier hair and golden eyes with black sclera.

Theme song: Florence & the Machine - Seven Devils 

Gerome Montana and Axel Friedrich

I pictured Gerome as a black guy with dreadlocks pulled into a high ponytail plus with a beard. Axel on the other hand, white guy with blonde hair in a spikey style and blue eyes.

Theme song: Pitbull, Lil Jon - Damn I Love Miami 

#Richard Firewood #Jackson Jasper #The Hacker #Bambi Miller #Gerome Montana #Axel Friedrich #Dave Anthony #Samuel Grayson #Slasher OCs #Demon OCs #Original characters