#bubble bath mythos

[creamecream]

“When I saw your face,

You made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place,

And it felt so good to be understood,

There’s so much I wished that I could say,

So I, I’ll be your armor,

Do whatever it takes,

I’ll make the mistakes,

I’ll spend my life being your partner,”

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I.

#this year has been horrible and it’s still only january #I had to do some really really hard things and just burden everyone ugh #for some reason this is my guilty pleasure ship I have no idea why I like it so much #lucifer is lilith and eve’s ‘keeper’ while eve will be lucifer’s ‘armor’ #yeah you can see I had trouble with the right wing I know hush #I’m having really self destructive thoughts like deleting this account and junk let me have my guilty pleasure #bubble bath mythos #satan #lucifer #in bb lucifer and satan are the same person #satan x eve #lucifer x eve #eve #wip

[abyssnighthawk]

Big changes to Bubble Bath:

• Anubis and Fenrir now get together instead of Zeus and Anubis. They make more sense and can bond over having shitty dads.

• Loki and Hermes will not be a couple.

@creamecream

#bubble bath mythos #i needed to change things a bit to help the story #set is still the main big bad and aphro is still also a big bad #zeus plays more of stubborn king who will eventually ban all other pantheons from Olympus

[thewheezingwyvern]

May i please request a Sea Serpent/Dabi?Nsft if that’s alright.Make sure that you are staying hydrated,have a good day!

Thank you nons! So I had wanted to write a darker piece since most water creature mythos involves drowning. So I was ready to cut my teeth on a darker piece this time around! 

Shout outs to @secondhand-trash for helping me come up with the “hoard” here! Girl you gave me big inspiration for this!

Tagging: @hisoknen, @marilla-eldriana, @heathen-child96, @heyybrittannia, @animewh0re

NSFT (here be smut)

WARNING: This has dub/non con! And death. You’ve been warned!

Kinks: tw: noncon, tw:dubcon, size kink, yandere, biting and drowning

Yandere!Sea Serpent!Dabi x F!Reader

Blood in the Water

“You shouldn’t have run from me, precious.” came his sinuous voice in your ear, “Now they are all dead.”

Dabi’s arms tightened around your waist possessively, hot mouth laving a kiss onto your exposed shoulder. You had trusted him and that had brought you here in the middle of the ocean, clinging to a floating piece of driftwood. The bodies of the crew and other passengers were floating in the tumultuous sea. The sight made you cry, the storm lashing rain at your face as you stared out all the people that he had killed to get to you.

Clever hands slipped under your dress and heated fingers went straight to your clit. You hissed in pleasure, clinging to the driftwood as tightly as you could, afraid to let go. Dabi laughed into your ear, the familiar sound sending shivers down your spine. How many times previously had he been pressed against you like this? The memory of all previous pleasure he had brought you made you clench in anticipation. And dread.

“Are you trying to resist me? As if you could. I already know all of your weaknesses.” his lips ghosted along the shell of your ear, “Do you remember all the times I made you scream my name?”

“Dabi please…” You whimpered, “Just let me-AH!”

Three fingers had abruptly been shoved into your entrance, the lack of preparation making the intrusion sting and stretch to the point of discomfort. As a sea serpent, he was massive, one bicep easily the size of your thigh alone, so his fingers were thick and reached deep inside of you. The mere suggestion of him letting you go had him hissing into your ear.

“Never. I’m never letting you go.” the wind shuddered beneath the weight of his voice, “You are mine.” 

The tone he spoke with turned your blood to ice. Dabi had been willing to sink an entire ship to get to you. Kill everyone on board and even risk you dying in the process. You did not want to think about what he could be capable of if you resisted him. Dabi started a slow pace with his fingers, ready to have you mewling like he always does. You could feel him rutting against you, his cock having slipped through the narrow opening in his front. The water sloshed in the easing storm, his tail lashing beneath the surf in excitement.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He groaned, his thick girth rubbing against the curve of your ass, “Tell me who you belong to.”

Terror of what would happen if you didn’t comply, you rasped out, “You.”

Sharp teeth clamped down on your shoulder, blood welling up beneath the wound. The pain had you crying out, squirming in his thick, mast like arms. It ran in a rivulet down your chest to meet your soaked dress, drops peppering the water. His thick fingers were still working you, your pussy practically dripping as he pistoned in and out, hot tongue lapping up the blood he had drawn on your shoulder.

“Again.” he ordered with a loud groan.

“You! I belong to you, Dabi! Only you!”

Please let that be enough. You needed that to be enough to please him. The answering purr was intense and one that told you he was more than satisfied. The sea serpent hooked his fingers to reach that spongy spot inside of you and it was like lightning flashed before you. Your pleasured howl filled the air and you bucked, your orgasm cresting over you like a tidal wave. When you had finally come out of the throes of your release, bathed in afterglow, you realized that Dabi had pulled you free from the stray piece of wreckage you had been clinging to.

“Good.” he rumbled into your ear, “Good girl.”

Abruptly your panties were torn off, the saturated fabric drifting away in the under current. With one smooth motion, the serpent thrust up into you. Even aroused and impossibly drenched in your own arousal, he still stretched you to your limits. It hurt, it always did when he first entered you. But the pain had always been worth it before because of the intense pleasure that would follow after. The sensation of you gripping his cock left him hissing, teeth sinking into your shoulder again.

“Fuck-!” Dabi cursed, “I’m going to make sure no one gets to touch you ever again. You’re mine.”

As he began to move in you, powerful thrusts rocketing pleasure and pain across your nerves, you remembered that he had warned you. That sea serpents were descendents from dragons. And dragons were known for their powerful possessive nature. You cried out to the stormy sky, hands flailing to find anything to hold onto. A coarse, scaled hand eased around your throat and pressed you back more firmly against him.

“Take a deep breath, gorgeous.”

You did as he commanded, fearful of what would happen if you didn’t. When you had filled your lungs to capacity, he laughed triumphantly and plunged you both beneath the surface. Terror and pleasure coursed hand in hand through your blood as the surface and your freedom grew distant from your reach. Dabi was moving fast, swimming with a destination in mind as he railed into you, hands groping at your breasts through the dress.

Your view of everything was obscured between the cloud of your hair, the dark waters and the storm of bubbles racing around you both as you continued to descend. As your oxygen began to wane, your arousal continued to swell. An ebb and flow of the tide until you were bucking in need but silent beneath the blanket of the deadly sea.

Dabi pulled you into the skeleton of an old shipwreck, the ribcage of it’s hull a closing mouth around your forms. You felt lightheaded from both lack of oxygen and growing arousal. Black spots burst before your eyes, every part of you screaming for air and release at once. His pace increased, pounding roughly up into your tightening heat until your second orgasm crashed over you. As your hips rolled through your release, you caught a sight that chilled you to the bone, flooding you with fear and horror.

Bodies.

Some were old skeletons on the seafloor, sinking into the sands, forgotten. Others were newer, chains wrapped around their ankles to keep them anchored down, the life long gone from them. Dabi released into you with a groan, hot seed flooding you as your vision began to darken. A creeping blackness was swimming over your eyes, raw realization striking that final chord within you as you finally drifted away from consciousness.

Dragons always had hoards.

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#Marine May #BNHA #BNHA smut #BNHA AU #Dabi x Reader #Yandere!Dabi #Sea Serpent!Dabi #tw:dubcon #tw:noncon

[written-beyond-the-grave]

Wonder

They say we live in the moment, that the past is always gone, and each day is something new, a stepping stone into a future we dream of even in the cold. For you, that was snow, those wintry days of bluster and ice. You see the earth of yesterday covered as white as any new page and the toddler in me rises as if armed with a rainbow of crayons, eager to set that right. Yet today, you were happy to simply walk in it, create a few footprints of your own. You watched them tumble, those feathered crystals, their chaotic flight to form a blanket that could not be more uniform, more orderly. Yet for some their destination is to come to your hand, to alight upon those ungloved fingers and let your warmth be their spring melt: and to also toss a snowball at the unsuspecting yeti.

You barked out a laugh as you caught an oblivious Phil in the face with the snow, it was all short run due to Phil making a large snowball that’d definitely cause some damage if it hit a human. Making a sprint to dodge, your snow boots crunched under the fresh now to behind a forgotten sled. The impact of the snowball caused the sled to push you first face into the snow, though muffled you could hear the chucking Phil and the other Yeti’s made. Pushing yourself up from the sled with your mitten protected hands you made a show to shake the snow from off your wool coat and black braids that cascaded down from under an aviator hat.

“Nice job Phil,” your frozen lips mumbled, “Now back into the Kremlin I go.” You made a short walk back to the entrance of the Pole, well, one of its many entrances. As per usual the Pole was covered in ice, but not as much due to it being mid July. The bottom half of the workshop that was commonly encased in a block of ice was now sporting a thin layer. That also meant that there was danger of falling icicles as one narrowly missed you by a hair. You froze and stared at it for a minor moment, “That’s nice,” before going in. 

The absurdly pulsing heat in the workshop was a rude awakening to your nearly frozen lungs and somehow turned your lips number the they already were. Leaving you winter gear at the door on their respective hooks and cubbies you made your way to your favorite place: the kitchen. Now matter how many times you’ve been in the workshop, it still amazed you. The various tall columns of sturdy wood, the signature red accents with hints of silver and cold. All questionably mixed in with architecture made of solid ice that did not melt in the sweltering heat of the Pole. A feat for the ages, you called it. Your feet in thick socks took a stroll to the kitchen, looking every which way of everyone's hard work. Since Christmas was a little more than halfway there the yetis and elves had cranked up their work ethic, you could tell by the madness going on. Fighter planes were taking test drives under the skylight, zooming past bubbles carrying nuts and bolts, and a few fairy dolls. The floor was littered with a toy army reenacting what could be the Siege of Yorktown, red coats versus blue.

Choooooooo. Choooooooo.

“Woah!” you yelped as a train almost tripped you up. It left an impressive cloud of steam as it went by. Madness indeed. Stopping in front of a worktable full of Rock ‘em Sock ‘em robots there were two elves that decided to micic the fight going on. You let out a small cackle as Steven got knocked off the table from a right hook by Susan, the nearby watching elves erupting in cheers and another half looking disappointed as they turned to Sal and started to pass him off coins. Gambling Christmas elves, also a regular off the books occurrence. 

Pushing past the kitchen door you greeted Gretchen, a yeti who was head honcho of fit for a Yeti, or North when he came in for a late night snack. The appliances were a bit too large for you to utilize without a stepping stool of some sort.

“What’s on the menu for today?” You quipped as you took a seat on a tall stool, it had extra foot rests so you could climb. Gretchen made a series of hand motions and grunts, then turned around and pulled out a bowl of soup with grilled cheese on the side.

“Ah, your famous three sister’s tomato soup and grilled cheese supreme, huh? You always know the way to my heart.”

Gretchen looked away abashed and shrugged.

You took a big spoonful of your soup and promptly started to puff out your cheeks and blow, it was hot. But then again you never did like waiting for food to cool down. Gretchen gave you a low look and shook her head in amusement letting you enjoy your lunch she went back to meal prepping. Dipping your grilled cheese into your soup you looked around the kitchen admiring its trimming. Black marble table tops with deep redwood cabinets that had white oval patterns on the edges and snowflake embellished wall edges gave a sort of shine to the atmosphere. That and the floating crystalline chandeliers, each piece was somehow connected to all the others and moves in a circular motion around the ceiling. 

Another bowl of soup and a tray was put beside you.

“Again?”

Gretchen gave a nod.

Of course.

You finished up your soup, ���Guess I’m off for delivery.” You got off the stool and took the tray and went on your merry way. Although the Pole was incredibly large there was always a shortcut, out in the corridor was a large pulley system that could take a package out almost anywhere in the house. Pushing the tray into the box and climbing in you pressed a hammer symbol button on the wall and watched as the door closed and felt it surge. While on the short ride you pulled out your watch and checked the time, the north star was on the bottom right hand corner. Dinner would be soon.

The elevator staggered to a halt and slowly opened out to a blindingly lit floor from the direct sunlight. You cautiously stepped out, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen a fraction of the floor in this place. Taking the tray out into your hands you marvelled around. There were beakers, some empty, some filled with liquids and concoctions, bubbling or sparkling in the light. There were crystal balls, wands, staffs, wrenches, gears, tools of both magic and technological trades both jumbled together across the tables. Books were crammed nearly to the ceiling as space had ran out long ago on the floor to ceiling bookshelves. Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, advanced engineering section arranged in alphabetical order, mythos section, folk magic section with low shelves and floor cushions, comfortable leather arm chairs, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness.  Prototypes of planes, wooden cars, and train parts stood as if trophies on the ledges of the room. Even an old record player with a horn, a mini piano, matryoshka dolls, and a glass case of some floating shadow made an appearance 

And in the middle of it all, crouched over a desk in his signature red sweater, was North, looking completely in his element in this mix of science and magic. Where color-coded wires formed their own abstract meaning, mathematics meets craft, form meets function. Where technology erupts from the hands of artists and the minds of philosophers, the heart of the truest believer, or the eyes that saw wonder in everything. In his huge hand was a tiny bottle with a single black diamond, which he was frowning at thoughtfully.

You’d met North, or Nik, as you’d like to call him about a year ago in a small cafe in Paris. It wasn’t too hard to spot a 7’2” densely built man in a small coffee shop, nor ignore his French with a Russian accent. Meeting, well, being in the presence of father Christmas was a complete accident. But, what wasn’t was him taking notice of the river chapel you were beginning to sketch that was right next to the cafe. It was tall, spiky, and completely gothic. One of France’s oldest architectural structures you had heard. With a half eaten croissant by your side and a cup of cold espresso you had settled down. All until North looked around for a moment and took in your character. 

His first thoughts, you looked dainty: the white layered romper added to that effect and the sunlight on you directly made you look ethereal. Like liquid gold in the most conventional of places, or a sunflower bathing in the sunrays. Your hair was put into two puffs on your head with a braiding pattern in the back to keep your curls from going a stray. 

“Maybe try tilting pencil to the left, yes?” You paused for a second and put your hand on your chest looking up. There stood a tree of a many, an absurdly long white beard that was an accent to largely innocent looking deep blue eyes and bushy graying eyebrows. The mystery man’s hair was put into a bun and across his arms there were two things tatted as far as you could tell with his long sleeve rolled up.

Naughty.

And on the other arm: Nice.

“I’m sorry, what?” Who was this man, and what gave him the audacity to talk to you? Couldn’t you mind your business in peace?

“Your sketch.” He gestured with a large meaty hand, “Maybe it would do good to tilt pencil to get desired effect, no?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You picked up a Russian accent, what was a Kremlin doing this far near the equator? He pulled out a seat, but before he could sit he gave you the silent question. You nodded and North went ahead and sat down.

“May I?”

You wordlessly handed the pencil and watched the man go to work, he looked concentrated as he started back out the window and cobblestone walkway to the chapel. You watched his big hangs engulfing the pencil work, he made some quick strokes and shaded in some parts lightly as he went. 

“Like so.” Finished he pushed the sketchbook back to you. It was well timed since at that moment he was called up for his order. You should see what he meant by tilting the pencil, the slanted edge gave the sketch depth and made the lines bulky and gray enough to seem like bricks. You looked back outside to the warm light, he even got the gargoyle statue in the corners correct.

He came back with this beverage and sat down, “You like?”

“It’s alright.”

He almost spit out his, from what you could tell, a frappuccino with peppermint. Who does that?

“I’m sure you could do better.” He bit out in a laugh, “What brings you to Paris?”

“I got tired of the winter of the big apple.”

“Ah, a New Yorker I presume? Should be used to the cold?”

You leaned forward and grabbed your forgotten cup with your hand and took a long drink. “I could say the same for the Russian. What? Get tired of the frosty frosty?”

He shrugged. “Something of the sort.”

“Something of the sort,” you repeated, “You don’t strike me as sitting in a small cafe and enjoying the pending sunset type.”

He leaned forward and took the candy cane out of his drink and munched on it, “Then what do I strike you as?”

You did a quick analysis, “You seem a little too jolly to be out here, you’re a little far from home, hmmm?” You mused, “You’re… big, I assume a worker of sorts. Maybe a factory? But then again you do a grandfather type fatherly vibe going on. But I think I’ll stick with the private manufacturer owner… What do I strike you as?”

North was surprised you deduced that much in such little time, you almost had the right idea. Almost. “Depends,” he huffed and pulled his arms across his chest and gave you a deep gaze, “Are you naughty, or nice?”

The air was thick and suffocating, you had only been there for a good forty minutes and a husky Russian was giving you quite a plight. You went through the checklist in your head: tattoos, a gold ring on his thumb that made him look like a pimp, man-bun, thick accent, eyes that looked too genuine, and a soft interior that didn’t match his exterior. An oddity that conflicted with your scheduled time in Paris before you hit Germany, an oddity that you had no time or desire for… However, when in Paris, do as the Parisians do. 

You stared at him for a moment, “Name’s (y/n).” You held out your hand.

He shook your hand, you could feel the warmth and the calcoususes that graced his hand. The greeting was surprisingly gentle for a man of his size.

“Nikolai.”

“Delivery from the polar express.” You walked up behind him and placed the tray far off from his papers and creative process going on his desk. You pushed up your tippy toes and kissed his cheek, you felt the hairs on his long white beard tickle your nose.

He leaned into your touch and you felt his cheek heat up slightly. “Sunflower!” North snaked an arm around you and pulled you into a hug, you giggled.

 “What’s on the schedule today Nik?”

“Djinn is stuck in diamond, may have been a few thousand years old.” He turned around fully to show you the tiny bottle, “Have yet to find place of storage.”

You stared at the bottle for a moment, “You cease to surprise me with you always bring in here. Last week a seemingly cursed puppet, and the week before that was an actual cursed clown doll that kept switching places around the shop.” You shuddered at the memory, never in your life had you felt violated by a clown doll barely two feet suddenly appearing behind you in a mirror. A bellowing laughter pulled you out from your thoughts, North slapped his belly.

“Clown is gone now,” he paused and wrinkled his eyebrows, “hopefully.” 

At that you tilted your head and narrowed your eyes questionably, how the hell did you end up here?

“Hilarious.”

Another chuckle erupted. You turned around and walked closely to the window formed by ice, actually, more than half the floor in North’s special experiment room was made of ice. Looking outside the yeti were still out there this time talking the reindeer for walks, hard to believe but Blitzen was giving them a hard time. 

“Almost forgot to mention, guardians will be over for dinner and game night. Been a while seen we last met.”

“Game night?” You turned around to face North and leaned against the cold ice. “You mean… Bunny will be there?”

You stifled a smile as you saw North’s shoulders freeze.

“Sunflower－”

“Say less!” With an enthusiastic voice you bounded up back to North’s desk, and this time slowly pushed the tray towards him that he ignored the first time around. “Eat… you’ll need energy for game night.”

His big blue eyes met your chocolate ones, in opposition for whatever your voice signalled for the night. He didn’t like it, game night was fine. However, you and the Easter Bunny were not a good mix. Last game night ended up with paint splattered everywhere at the Bob Ross themed night and a hopping mad Aussie. In your defence, color theory had no place in abstract design when art had no meaning but to be consumed by an audience… a philosophical approach of course. And this sparked a mini passive aggressive argument between you and the Pooka, one thing led to another and what was previously a nice community den turned into a colorbomb of curses, laughter, and acrylic. After that it became known not to leave you and Bunny alone on artistic matters. Civil was not a word in your vocabulary. 

Sighing, he dug into his soup not wanting to know what you had planned for this night. He’d hold Sandy on standby if anything occurred. Grinning in success you gave the hulking man a quick hug and bounced off.

North shook his head in, whatever fire you were prepping for, he didn’t want the smoke.

  Dinner had been a success, you had gotten Gretchen to whip up some Americanized Chinese food. Not the healthiest, but when working with ancient spirits it was important to introduce them to average human delicacies. Thus the table had a large bowl or lobster fried rice, egg rolls, sweet and sour lo mein with bourbon chicken. MSG had never tasted so good.

“So, how are Mr. and Mrs. Claus doing?” Jack teased conventionally sitting in a chair for once, slouching back he took a sip of his cider. “All is well in paradise? And the master bedroom?”

Tooth dug her elbow into Jack’s ribs.

North put his hands above his head and smiled with glee, “Jack, why would not all be well? Has new evil come? But, eh, why would something be wrong in bedroom?” He tossed a confused glance to you, while you were busy stuffing an egg roll in your already filled mouth. It was no surprise that the innuendo went over North’s head, he wasn’t very adept in sarcasm either. 

Swallowing down your food you answered. “Amazing, it’s like a white Christmas. Every. Night,” then gave Jack a wide toothy smile as Tooth choked on her drink and Sandman made a series of symbols summing up that Jack got owned. You’ve never seen a three hundred and some spirit go as red as a strawberry before. 

“Nice going show pony,” Bunny piped up after having a taste of the vegan egg rolls. “Now, dinner was amazing, but we came here for game night.”

North cleared his throat, “And you’re right Bunny.” North let you take it away.

You smirked and pulled out a larger than normal deck of cards, “I present to you all… Uno.”

“So, a card came?” Jack reasoned.

If your smile got a tad bit more malicious showing off your pearly whites. “Not just a card came. Total warfare. Us humans have been playing this for years, its broken up friendships, marriages, and sacred barber companionships. The true test of skill.” You seemed to have mistified Sandy, he was leaning over the table staring at the box in your hand with heightened curiosity. “So lets play!”

Was it just a game of Uno? Yes, but did you find some way to spice things up? Indeed. You had taken the liberty to write down a few options on the special cards in uno. With the help of a sharpie marker you marked down two options on every card, either do as the card said or do the dare. In your reasoning Uno was already too much of an easy game the guardians could figure out, so why not cause more calamity? During the dinner you watched Sandy and Jack go ham with the cider you accidentally spiked with North’s peach flavored Vodka.

“... And then, Man in Moon decided to replace my fear with wonder, and hope an－”

“Uno.”

“What? You were all playing without me!”

“Well, you looked pretty involved in that story,” you shuffled some cards around in your hand and glanced back up, “now draw four.” You got comfortable on the red velvet carpet and crossed your ankles. Everyone was spread out on the rug, Jack Frost sat himself criss-cross while Sandman lazily lounged on him. The tooth fairy, or Toothiana was more invested in the cup of steaming hot chocolate than the game before her while the Easter Bunny was slowly gaining a steady hand of cards. 

North grumbled into his beard and retrieved the additional cards. He glanced down at his hand and huffed, this game had been going on for about thirty minutes, it was time to put things into motion.

You put down a draw four card and it was Jack’s turn.

Draw the whole deck or streak down the hall naked.

“Wait… wait.” It was a minute before Jack could catch up. “I think this card is defective.” Wanting to see what Jack was going on about, Bunny took a look and his ears stood up at attention, already knowing why he turned to look at you all cozy.

“Shiela, what is this?”

“A draw four card.”

“But, what’s on it?”

“Options, I know you both can read.”

He gave you a flat look.

You rolled your eyes and sat up straight, “I took the liberty of making Uno interesting, besides spiking the punch, I may have redacted some of the rules of Uno for my own purposes.” You felt North shift beside you, “And I may have used Nik’s high grade bottle to do so, but that isn’t the point.” You shuffled around and pulled out a small stack of cards and passed five randomly to each player. Taking the rests and shuffling them to the deck in the middle, while doing do, “So Jack, you make your choice?”

He shared a look with everyone.

And ten seconds later he was down the corridor screaming. Huh, you really thought he would’ve taken the whole deck. Stunned into silence the group recounted what they just tried to not see. Everyone could only assume the horror the yeti and elves were witnessing as you heard echoing alarmed yells from the yeti and falling items. You’d have to apologize to North later.

“Bloody show pony.” Bunny sighed.

“So who’s next?” North questioned trying to move things along. “Sandy?”

Sandy glowed a lazy gold and pulled out a skip card that Toothiana could get herself skipped or prank call an ex. She chose to skip.

Up next was Bunny, considering you all were playing stacksies he got rid of more than half his cards and put down a draw four on top of a skip leading it to North.

“Take 34 cards or finish… the whole bottle of alcohol. Bloody hell, Sheila you’ve gone mad.”

North could only stare at the card intently and close his eyes in prayer, of course it had to be you. 

You nudged the bottle, or what was left of one of his favorite bottles. “Drink up big guy.” You know he needed it with what was left to come in the game.

Wordlessly he unscrewed the bottle and downed it.

Oh, it was going to be quite a game.

You know how people say ‘wow last night was totally a blur’ after a trip from Vegas, or one night from Miami? Or when people sing along to Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night as she recounts the questionable teenage acts she’s done before she hits her midlife crisis? Or possible a disaster remake of The Hangover. You never really got that sentiment until now because last night really was a blur. You tried to rock and bring my what happened last night but all you can come up with Jack stripping, Bunny’s explaining how breeding worked between two Pookas, Sandman projecting one of the most erotic dancing you seen to date via sand, tooth knocking out from a complete sugar rush, and North’s tribute to Rick Roll. You're so somehow got back into your bed and you can only assume North had something to do with that as he usually always does. 

Rolling over in the heavenly plush mattress you scooted over to your side of the nightstand. A cup of coffee, it was still steaming and an advil. Definitely North. You smiled at the thought and popped the pill then the coffee, he even remembered you loved vanilla bean. As you continued to drink your coffee you began to feel the pounding headache leave you, but the room was still somewhat spinning. Putting the empty cup back on the nightstand you stretched forward and felt your shoulders pop.

“Jesus Christ.” You yawned and pulled off your bonnet. You surveyed the room for any signs of north. His red robe laid on the armchair of his study desk, and his side of the bed was cold. Crawling over to check if his slippers were gone, there were still there. Huh. Knowing North, he could drink so a hangover wasn’t an actual thing for him.

What time was it? You hopped out of bed and shimmied to the curtains, preparing yourself for the sunlight to harass you. But that never came, either meaning that you slept into the night or it was some ungodly hour before dawn. “You’ve got to be kidding.” Trudging into the bathroom to brush your teeth and check the time, you noted that it was approximately six in the morning. This early, and North was already gone? You slipped a silk robe over your shoulders and headed out in search of the big man himself. After questioning a few yeti and stopping for a breakfast burrito you found North. All the way in one of the Pole’s lower compartments, the training room.

North was practicing with his sabers when you arrived. You had to stop for a moment to appreciate it. Every time you thought you’d seen everything the Pole had to offer, there was something new to find.

The room was large, probably so the guardians could all practice in it at once if they had to, to get used to fighting together. Something you’d seen them do from time to time. The walls could have been anything, under all the padding. The floor was covered in a thick layer of something that gave underfoot, and you weren't sure what it was beyond gentler on someone taking a tumble than wood or stone would have been.

One section of the wall near the doors was full of hanging weaponry. You pictured the fabled “ole Saint Nick”, a jolly man that was all about the children versus the reality of the man who owned all those weapons. 

At the moment, North was the only one in the room. He had his sabers in hand – blunted practice ones, you wondered if they were as heavy as the real thing, from where you were standing they seemed just as heavy. But North made it look easy – and he was going through a strenuous routine.

It was on North had been doing for awhile, if the sheen of sweat was anything to go by. After all, North was built more like a  bear or barbarian weightlifter than the 'bowl full of jelly' he was called; he was husky for sure, but was still muscle. There was strength under that layer of fat, stronger than people gave North credit for.

At some point North had taken off his shirt, full torso on view and honestly you did not mind. You got a nice view of his back muscles and a large intricate compass tattoo in the middle of his back. It was large, in the middle of the compass lay a crest of some sort with two sabers meeting in the middle. Outside of that harsh black ink spread into eight points, each facing north, south, east and west and everything in between. The main arrows were in the same thorn-like pattern as the rim of the inner compass. And above the north pointing arrow laid a phrase I am the master of my own fate, and under that were words written in perfect cursive calligraphy I am the captain of my soul. The true words of a bandit. Your eyes roamed farther up his back and saw a tiny almost ignorable detail, a small star to the right, well ,the second star to the right. The north star that always pointed to home. All of that shining by the sweat pouring down North, pulling your eyes back down you caught a small peak of the bandit tramp stamp he had gotten one drunken night. You stifled a laugh, you remembered the story behind that one. 

Watching as North continued his routine, this time going ballistic on a wooden dummy. You took an easy walk behind him and viewed him up close. 

“Hey big red,” you greeted.

 North staggered quickly and turned around in the same motion to point his wooden saber directly at your face almost touching you. If it was anyone else your face would have been bashed in but, looking into his startled eyes you probably should stop sneaking up on him. Last victim was a bowl of cereal. North was still breathing hard as he awaited for his mind to catch up to what just happened.

“Sunflower.” He heaved out as his chest dropped, “Did not see you!” He opened his arms wide and you got a good look at his chest. As broad as it was, it was equally covered in curly as white as his beard, there were some hints of black. Before you could veto his hug, you were already wrapped up in his arms. You listened to his heart race.

“Good to see you this morning.” You muffled, and tried to pry his hands away from you, man was this guy a space heater.

He let you go. “After game night, I send guardians home and take you to bed. You fell asleep after Jack’s 8 mile reenactment.” He looked at you closely and pushed a stray braid behind your ear, “Was an interesting game night.” The bottle of vodka North had gulped down earlier did not help erase his memories of what happened a couple hours before. 

“I could tell by the hangover, thank you for the bedside assist.”

North nodded and went to put his sabers back in the armory, you followed.

“So, I gotta ask you, big guy… Come ‘ere often?” Your eyes raked down his back, and you saw his muscles tense as he shuffled away from your view. This was new. You blinked for a few seconds in surprise. You would’ve never thought of North as being body shy or ashamed of anything for as long as you knew him. He was always fearless, impulsive, and more of a ‘think things later’ type of guy if the occasion called for it, but never… self conscious. If anybody was, you always figured it would be you, comparing yourself to North's friends. All completely exceptional people who keep the world safe, with seas sof stories and accomplishments to achieve, places they’ve been, or...the list was cut off abruptly as you realized how long North had been quiet.

“Hey,” You said moving closer to North, “You know I didn’t mean any harm.” You put a hand on his back to help alleviate some pain, but it only made the man a bit more tense. “Um...” you paused, searching for the words. The right ones were refusing to come to you, and you didn't want to make this worse, especially if he was reading things wrong.

Fuck it.

“You know I love you, right? All of you.” you said.

You were rewarded with a blush spreading across the parts of North's face you could see and the tops of his shoulders. 

He began to turn around. “Is very nice, what you say,” North said, one hand hovering over his belly. “But...” North wouldn’t meet your gaze, knowing better you dropped the subject and moved back to give him some space. Mumbling out an apology you took your leave. Making a few turns you found one of the dumbwaiters and crawled in. North would be in the training room for a while mulling off his thoughts, or his private study. Pushing the hammer symbol you were now back at his magic lab. You wouldn’t just skip over what happened with North just a minute ago. 

Taking a seat at his work desk you let out a deep sigh and leaned your face on your palms. Santa Clause, you were dating Santa Clause. Also known as Saint Nicholas, St. Nick, Kris Kringle, Pelznickel, St. Nikolai, and formerly known as the Bandit King. All multiple names for the same face, same body, and same soul. All affiliates to a man who brought joy to the world once a year, operated a toy making syndicate for hundreds of years, fought evil on a regular basis, and tinkered with magic and science on a borderline mad scientist type of way. A being who had a laugh as loud as lions and spread happiness everywhere, that never understood sarcasm, and was hard on himself and unsure at times if the toys that he did make were even worth while.

You closed your eyes in thought. Why haven’t you ever peaced together than North ever had issues himself? Sure you helped him out of toy slumps, but what you witnessed today was far beyond that. The jolly giant himself wouldn’t even look at you.

North was, and is, the Guardian of Wonder. By definition he literally saw wonder in everything around him and puts that into his toys and other creations. The lights in trees, the magic in the air, a diamond in the rough, and any tough situation he found something redeeming.

You didn’t know when you started to walk around, but your legs led you to a particular item. A snowglobe. You tentatively reached out and gave it a closer look, it was of Hunley’s Circus, one of your first official dates.

But, how does one see wonder in everything but themselves? Better yet, how do you make the guardian of wonder who's ever really cared and loved others, give a little love to himself? You rolled the snowglobe in your hands a little more, deep in thought. 

Lightbulb.

As quick as the idea came, it flashed away. But you knew exactly what it was. With one final look at the globe you put it back into its rightful place and headed out the room. What you had planned would take all day to execute correctly, but you knew it’d be worth it by tonight. But, all you had was time. And time was your new best friend.

 Twas the night to a long day, and as predicted North had been avoiding you. North couldn’t draw his eyes away from the mirror. His shirt tossed aside, he locked his eyes onto the expanse of skin splayed out in front of him. North bit his lip and focused in on the extra fat accumulated around his middle, his fingers deftly trying to flatten it out to no avail. Deciding to take a break from the self torture North put back in his white night shirt, he was sporting a reindeer themed onsie with the top half wrapped around his waist like a jacket. 

Making his way to your shared bedroom where he was sure you were asleep by this hour, he stepped in and immediately felt sus. There you were, braids down giving you an innocent look and one of his white shirts that contrasted nicely with your skin. The only source of light was from the lamp on your side of the bed. You closed the book and placed a bookmark to come back to it later.

“Hey, Sunflower.” You smiled brightly at his greeting and motioned for him to come to bed. The bed dipped under his weight as he pulled his legs over the bed to rest properly. You crawled over  to him and gave a quick peck on his cheek then went back to your side and slipped under the covers as North did, not forgetting to turn off the lights. In the dark you shifted around in bed to face North back, it was now or never.

“You never answered me,” you began as a whisper, “You know I love you, right?”

North didn’t bother to answer, but you continued.

“You wanna know how I knew? It was Germany, at the circus. Some kids couldn’t afford tickets to get into the circus and were sitting outside listening to what was going on inside. Their eyes were shut so tightly. We were on our way to that circus when you stopped for those kids, you were so concerned about why they were out there on their own…”

“Why long faces?”

“Sir, w- we don’t have enough to buy tickets so we’re doing the next best thing.” A young boy with fiery red hair supplied holding his sister by his side. They were twins.

North got up from his squat and looked around for a second and then spotted a balloon cart. “Wait here.” Leaving for a few minutes to purchase some balloons, North came back with a smile. “You’re just in luck,” he took out an orange balloon, “the real show has just started.” He began to inflate the balloon and when it was a decent size he molded it into a poodle, and handed it to the little girl who stared at him in awe.

He then took a green balloon and white balloon and molded it into a turtle for the young boy, “Here!” With a laugh he handed the boy his turtle. “Do you want to know what’s special about these creatures?”

“N-no,” the boy answered and his sister shook her head as well.

North eyed them both, “They fly for the heart’s of the truest believers.”

The boy gave him a skeptical look, “No way mister.”

“Ahhh, but am telling truth? See,” he pointed his head to the girl’s poodle and saw it begin to take flight around her and stop to nuzzle her nose. This elicted a gasp from the young boy and an inaudible ‘no way’.

“How do I make mine’s float?” Desperately looking to North for answers.

“Believe.” It was a simple command, but the boy looked in distress as he tried. North slapped his belly and chuckled.

“Looks like you did it.” And he did, the turtle was swimming through the air and doing a figure eight. 

You smiled from the sidelines watching the interaction, this was far better than a circus. North stepped back and placed a hand on the small of your back ready to lead you to the circus, but you stopped him.

“I think we have a little time before the show actually starts.” You reasoned with him as you maneuvered yourself back to the kids. 

You never knew the look North was giving you that moment, but it turned to be one of his most treasured memories.

“No, please look at me.” You began to sit up straight in the sheets, “You know I love you. And I’m not talking about you when you’re happy, but when you’re sad, angry, and down right depressed… ya know?” At that he slowly shifted up, but facing away from you in bed, at that you slowly moved closer and sat behind him and leaned your head against his back, “but, I don’t think I ever showed you how much I love you.” 

With that you reached up and quietly took North’s shirt off you to reveal a mustard yellow lingerie set and slowly moved yourself up North’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Let me show you,” you whispered in his ear and hoped he'd allow it. 

“Please.”

North slowly turned around to meet your gaze, slowly pulling him back onto the bed you moved to straddle his torso as you ran your hands slowly up his arms. 

“You know what I love the most about you?” You questioned while your focus was still on his arms, rubbing them gently. You could feel the muscle tense and jump at your ministrations. “Your hands,” you slip your hand into his and played with his, “it's created so many marvelous things.” You brought it up to your lips for a quick kiss and held it near your chest. “Its punched through who knows what, fought so many battles, and sustained so much damage, and yet it can still be gentle. Drying tears, or holding me tight when I need it.”

You were looking at him, taking your free hand you tilted his head to have your eyes meet. “They’re calcoused, but know passion when you trace my face when I’m asleep, or rub circles on my back when I can’t sleep.” You leaned in closer and got quieter, “They’re hands that love.”

And then kissed him, North’s lips were slightly chapped in contrast to your soft ones. He kissed you back and squeezed your hand, pulling back you put his hand next to your face and held it there. Pulling your hands down, you toyed with the bottom of his shirt and nonverbally asked permission. He didn’t make a move to stop you, so you slipped it off as he lifted his hands to aid you. Placing your hands back on his chest you raked your hands through his hair and kissed him once again.

Gradually you moved your kisses down his neck and past his stomach and over his thighs. As you made your journey, you gave his nipple a little suck and nip, and you took his onesie down too. You slowly spread his legs and got between them, without breaking eye contact you began to kiss between his thighs. You could feel him tense again.

The room was suddenly illuminated, North quickly looked up and saw that the usual wooden ceiling was temporarily changed to a night sky. Looking at you he searched your eyes for an answer. You gave no tells. It seemed as if the sky was truly in your joined presence, North stared a little more and noticed the one star shining brightly than the rest. The second star to the left.

“I love your thighs,” you gave his thick thighs a squeeze, “You're so sexy." you half moaned, half sighing you kissed a lazy, open mouthed trail along the curve of North’s thigh as your hands smoothed up and down his flesh. You stopped to grope gently at the supple skin of his thighs, quivering with tension as North struggled not to instinctively shy away.

“Trust me.”

You continued up and body and splayed yourself over his belly and laid a soft kiss on it. He was burning up and you could tell. 

“I-I trust you.” Came a breathy whisper. He couldn’t believe you were doing this just for him, North’s eyes moved up your body and slowly relaxed at the attention.

You took a point to admire his belly, as round as it was and decorated with stretch marks that were shades of pink and purple. 

“You talk down on yourself, and don’t even see the wonder of yourself.” You began and slowly traced a stray mark that curved onto his back. “You don’t even realize how you carry the autonomy of the universe within your skin. The holy bodies that made you the way you are decided to leave a mark, a reminder of where you come from.” You laid another kiss as you began to make your way back up, “A place of infinancy, a place of wonder, and place were the north star guides you home from way up above.” You wrapped both arms around him, “A plac- no, kingdom of beauty that I refuse to let you crumble.”

North’s eyes began to water, but you continued, “A perfectly constructed man, who has a heart purer than gold or the untouched waters of the amazons, with the spirit of unbridled fire, and voice as loud as thunder.” You slowly wiped his tears away as you felt his arms come to circle around you. 

“A man worthy of love.”

You stared directly into his eyes, even while crying he still looked heavenly.

“You’re beautiful.”

You breathlessly whispered and watched North crumble completely into cries and whimpers. Holding him close you ran your hands through his hair and massaged his scalp, you kissed his temple and let him let it out. You let him know what he was, not his body, but his hands, his mind, his own north star.

His own piece of wonder.

#rise of the guardians #north x reader #poc reader #poc!reader #black reader #black!reader #black! reader #african american reader #rise of the guardians imagine #rise of the guardians x reader #jack frost #nicholas st. north #nigga it's nikolai foh #toothfairy #toothania #sandy #sandman #i did it to em #angst #tmnt x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #tvd x reader #all yall getting tagged frfr

[teatitty]

do you think you could potentially use fionns infinite salmon knowledge by sucking on his thumb yourself or what

Nope! The mythos states very clearly that the wisdom/knowledge only works for the person who ate the salmon. I do, however, think that Fionn’s hands would have a very relaxing touch and feel to them. Like how you melt and sigh when in a really nice warm bath with bubbles u know?

#Anonymous #asks

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

fic: shine bright (gg, rory/paris)

SHINE BRIGHT - Gilmore Girls; Rory/Paris; 1,800 words; post-revival. In which Rory surprises Paris with a kind gesture, and Paris -- as always -- has all the Rory feels.

Read it: [AO3 Link]

By the time Paris walks through the front door of her and Rory’s new apartment, she’s been at work for fourteen hours and she’s ready to give up the whole helping-people-have-miracle-babies thing and turn into an evil genius. Shady Orphan Black-style cloning is way closer than anybody thinks, and Paris could be on the front lines of that scientific revolution. Why not? Clearly nobody appreciates her efforts right now. It’s time to turn to the dark side.

She’ll definitely at least make a pro/con list with Rory about it.

But first she’s going to take a bubble bath and verbally lambast TED Talks on her iPad. She likes to think that nobody except Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie has held a candle to her own yet.

She isn’t expecting Rory—who’s usually burned out on writing and working at the cute hipster bookshop nearby and hating herself for being 33 and working at a cute little hipster bookshop but also loving the bookshop life, getting to babble about her favorites to customers and try to pair strangers up with titles like a matchmaker and smell all the books she wants to and mix fancy coffee drinks and know that she’s doing something, even if that something is giving up on the Great Rory Gilmore Mythos for now—to be waiting at the front door for her.

But she is.

#i write things! #gilmore girls #rory x paris #gilmore girls fic #fanfiction

[lachalaine]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

tagged by: @oflightningandfire​ thank you very much !!!

I tag: @takusanno / @killrate / @kuebcko / @weiwuxiian / @astrumtristis / @lifedenied / @bruisedpsyches / @ancestcr / @xaconite / @nightlcss / @saikuru-no-owari and YOU READING THIS, just snag it please !!  ✨

1- Nickname(s): J / Lady / Lady J / Crabcake / Sea Pancake / Jlax 

2- Zodiac: A Constantly Emotional Crabby

3- Height: 4′11“ or 5′0“ one of those dshabdhsa

4- Last movie I saw: Avengers Endgame but also ten minutes of Fairy Tail The Phoenix Priestess which i didn’t finish because i was on a treadmill and dying and couldn’t read the damn subtitles at the same time OTL

5- Last thing I googled: San Francisco Timezone

6- Favorite musician: Zedd and Madeon

7- Song stuck in my head: Do You Believe In Me by Eric Gadd

8- Other blogs: @selestiina though I never really used it admittedly whoops 

9- Do I get asks: Most times, yes!! I’m lucky enough to get at least one for every meme I reblog, and honestly, I always so feel eternally blessed and grateful when I do !! 😭 😭 😭 even if your girl is the definition of an actual Slowpoke and generally tends to answer most of them within a time frame of 8 fucking months dbashdhsab I’m so bad at keeping up I know OTL

10- Following: 285

11- Amount of sleep: 6 - 9 Hours

12- Lucky number: 13 ✨

13- What I’m wearing: Blue shorts and a purple shirt

14- Dream job: Travel Blogger

15- Dream Trip: I managed my biggest dream last year when I went to London, though I do absolutely want to go back because I feel like I didn’t get to experience everything I could have just yet, considering I was only there for a week. So London again, only for a month or two this time maybe. And on my own too. Also Japan and France as well hihi !! 

16- Favourite food: 👏 CRAB. 👏 LOBSTER. 👏 TIGER PRAWN. 👏 ALL THE SEAFOOD EVER  👏 👏 👏

17- Play any instruments: The piano a bit, though I really enjoyed playing the drums mostly. 

18- Languages: English and Tagalog. Very, very basic Japanese. 

19- Favourite songs: I have too damn many and I get some new ones every week because of my Discover playlist on Spotify, but these remain to be my absolute favorites no matter how many times I listen to them: Starlight (Lenno Remix) by Jai Wolf // Cyanide Truth by the Strike and SiDizen King // Spectrum and Clarity by Zedd // and nearly every song on Madeon’s first album. 

20- Random fact: Whenever I go to California, the first thing I do is drop by a Lush so I can purchase a large array of colorful bath bombs. One fizzy for each day I’m in the country, because we don’t have a bath tub out here in Manila unless we’re staying at a hotel and goddamn, but I intend to treat myself by lounging in a tub of overly scented bubbles for at least an hour every day that I have access to that ceramic beauty, okay?? my dad once said it smelled like a perfume shop had blown up in my room and i was admittedly very pleased

21- Describe yourself as aesthetic things: periwinkle and lilac / pastel hues / hibiscus flowers / sunlight over the ocean / starfish / pier against the sunset / british roses and japanese cherry blossoms / soft bunnies / an afternoon nap / vibrant acrylic paint on a wooden palette / tight hugs / warm smiles / unadulterated laughter / childlike glee / intentional silliness / cozy sweaters / shooting stars / purple hued twilight / the night sky / the sound of crickets in the evening / marshmallows over a bonfire / a strong breeze / the windows down while driving down a highway / books on old mythos lore / a colorful bath fizzy with sparkles unleashed in the water / glittery mica / spring rain 

#&& did you think i wasn't real (about j) #/ !!! i really enjoyed doing this one honestly !! #/ i needed something to ease my brain off from working so late tonight #/ and now its almost 1am and i have work at 8am but i feel better now hihi #/ thank you for the tag i enjoyed it very much !! #/ hope everyone has a good day !!

[art-now-germany]

Circle of life, Prasong Kantanee

Circle Of Life A cycle of four paintings reflecting my idea of the “Circle Of Life”, comprising the four stages: Birth, Adolescence, Death and Re-Birth. Since most of my paintings are about symbols so also in this work I like to combine objects which in each case become part of my stories. The combination of well-known images with everyday objects in my own interpretation is a constant and re-occurring feature of my work. I have chosen to create each of the four stages in a different epoch: Classic, Modern, Contemporary and Futuristic. The first stage: Birth For me, there is no other image in this world which better expresses the meaning of “Birth Of Mankind” than the most famous painting “Creation Of Man” by Michelangelo at the Sistine Chapel. Therefor I have integrated this image into my painting for the first stage of the “Circle Of Life”, the “Birth” as the first appearance of mankind. I do believe the life on earth is the result of a fortuitous incident in the universe where several necessary elements have come together in the right time , the right place, the suitable environment and, of course, been blessed with the touch of God’s kind hand. Unlike the original painting by Michelangelo, my work suggests that Men and Women have been created at the same time. Since in most societies Men are considered ( or consider themselves) as more important than Women I - as an irony - display God making Men on a luxurious grand piano while Women have to stay on the floor. Personally, I disagree with this concept since I worship Women even more as I adore my mother above all. The second stage: Adolescence The main idea behind this painting is corresponding to that of Christian Faith being “Expelled From Eden”. After we are born, we first learn from our parents how to speak, to eat, to feel, to think, to understand the value of life and how to behave socially. At a later stage we learn the more practical things that help us to survive in our society from school and other institutions: we observe, we study, we wonder, we imitate, we check out new things, we create, we invent, we work as a team, we assume our responsibilities to ourselves and to others, we do good, we sin and we play our role and part in society. We simply live our life as best as we can. The third stage: Leap Of Vanity / Death In this painting I capture the particular moment in which our soul leaves our body. In my belief, after we die, our souls float and are being elevated to heaven where we are meeting with God as he then will decide what our next life will be like. Whoever does good in this life will have a better next life, so I have been taught by my Buddhist upbringing. This painting equates funeral with atmosphere. The soul of the deceased is being given flowers as a Goodbye gift from our loved ones. Music is played at the funeral to help our souls to go to heaven in peace. There is nothing to be really sad about death because death is just a passage leading our souls to the next stage. Death frees our souls from our bodily pain and allows us to move on to another life, a new beginning. The fourth stage: Entering the Virgin Bath/ Re-Birth The idea of this image is not really new; I just re-interpret an old mythos called “The Virgin Bath”. In the ancient time, mankind believed that the Virgin Bath is a place where old and sick people enter a magical swimming pool and come out on the other side young and healthy again. But I take this belief a little bit further. When I see the painting “Der Jungbrunnen” by Lucas Cranach and consider the reality of life then I can see that there in fact is a real existing Virgin Bath. It is not a swimming pool like in the Old Masters paintings, but in reality it is our mother’s womb. The sequence of events in this painting works from right to left as re-incarnation itself is like a reverse event. Once again I portray a dead body and a soul that rises from it and then enters the bubble (heaven) where it can rest, transform and enter a new body – ready to be born again. This bubble is filled with fluid of life, our souls floating inside and receiving a new body. Once again, a re-birth takes place. The far left of the painting, I painted the young pregnant mother holding a double sand clock (symbol of eternity, a circle of life itself) and a child (Jesus kind from Raffaello Sanzio) standing near her. They are looking into each others eyes, he seeks a security and love from his mother and she is giving him a comfort and a mother´s love through her eyes. The mother and a child are the symbol of a new beginning. In conclusion, this bubble is nothing else but our mother’s womb: The Virgin Bath.

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Circle-of-life/64360/1332544/view

#realism #PrasongKantanee

[lesbiandanieljacobi]

Eleven Questions Meme! Except I got tagged three times, so you get thirty-three and they’re under a cut. 

From @phynali

1. if you were Not A Mammal, what (other) animal would you be? I’d rather like to be a kiwi. 

2. what AU would you kill to see someone write about your OTP? Okay I really would adore a Notting Hill ColdWave AU

3. do you like crossover fics/stories? (e.g., blending marvel and dc?) why or why not? If they’re written well, I love them. 

4. what’s the last piece of fiction you read that you would recommend? I re-read Good Omens on the train, so that. 

5. your thoughts about poetry? do you write it? I love it (Byron, Ginsberg, Hughes and Siken are my favorites) and I write it. 

6. what’s one period of history (from any place) you find interesting and want to either learn more about or teach others about? I want to know more about pre-Roman Britain and I love teaching people about Gay Lib or NZ history. 

7. salty or sweet? Depends on the occasion. 

8. feelings about gift-giving? enjoy it? find it burdensome? think it’s too commercial? ritualized? etc? I love it - I believe in the smaller version, though, little things with meaning, not big things. 

9. vampires: yay or nay? Anything but Twilight is yay. 

10. what’s one trope you love and can’t get enough of, no matter the medium in which it arises (tv, film, fic, etc)? I am a sucker for foe yay or arguing into kissing. 

11. are you a morning shower person or a night shower person? or the elusive bubble baths person? I’m a “after practice whenever that is” person. With “Hot Baths Because I Cannot Walk Thanks To Muscle Soreness” as a caveat. 

from @blackbat16

Do you watch countdown videos on YouTube? If so, do you put them on as background noise or actually pay attention to them? If not, what’s your go-to mindless YT entertainment? I don’t really? I do love Buzzfeed Unsolved and Assassin’s Creed play-throughs. 

If you start a book series and get past the first novel, only to find your interest waning, will you finish the series or will you abandon it entirely? I tend to drop it. Back in the day when I had more time I would have kept reading, but I’m a Humanities Major now and I have Too Much Reading. 

Do you like Shakespeare? YES. 

How many pillows are on your bed? How many of them are actually under your head while you sleep? Four, and three of them. 

Steampunk or solarpunk? Steampunk. (I just now had an idea about steampunk Labor Unions and I’m going to die if I don’t write this)

Have you ever addressed an idol/celebrity over social media and had them answer you? If so, tell! If not, what were you trying to talk with them about? I haven’t ever tried to talk to a celebrity on social media? I’m too scared.

When it comes to posters, do you use tape, adhesive putty, tacks, or do you frame them? Frame. 

What band/artist do you think you’ve listened to most in your life? Either Billy Bragg or Bastille. 

Funko Pops: yay or nay? YAY I have six and three in my dorm room. 

Do you pair and fold socks? (My mother doesn’t. Baffles me.) Yes, religiously. 

What’s an old meme you’d love to bring back? I loved i lik the bred I want it back. 

from @peppersandcats

1. What was your first favourite book? (If not book, movie.) Tamora Pierce’s Protector Of The Small

2. How often do you light candles? Whenever I can (which is not often bc my dorm won’t let us). 

3. Would you rather go on a road trip or have a party at your house/apartment? Road Trip, hands down. 

4. What was the last group event (can be ticketed) you went to that you were really happy to be at? My team does study sessions? Those are fun. 

5. What hobby/fandom do you enjoy but not get to talk about much? 

6. What’s your favourite breakfast? Omelettes with feta and spinach or skillets with bacon and potatoes and avocado. It’s a treat breakfast. 

7. What helps when you’re feeling sad? (It can be as weird or as small as you like, that’s fine. E.g. I watch the “Tiger Millionaire” episode of Steven Universe. A lot.) I make coffee, put on some music, and put on some really pretty make up. 

8. What’s the last piece of fiction you read that you’d want to recommend? The Luminaries. Iconic book. 

9. Zombies or the Cthulhu Mythos? Cthulhu - there’s so much more you can explore with it. 

10. How hard is it for you to declutter? I cannot clutter in the first place it gives me anxiety. 

11. What’s the neatest cryptid you know of? Where did you hear about it? A straight man who isn’t an ass or wearing salmon shorts on my college campus and it’s spoken of in whispers bc we don’t want the Haverbros to know we’re speaking of them (they might think we’re straight)

My Questions are:

What is one story you love from your family history?

Are you superstitious?

Do you believe in fairies?

What is a favorite quote for encouragement?

Name one character you identify with almost too much. 

What is your favorite non-English word?

If you could meet any dead writer, who would it be?

What is your favorite protest sign/slogan from the last year.

Do you have a style icon and if so, who?

What id one language you’d love to learn?

If you could live in any fictional universe, what universe? And what would be your profession?

I’m gonna tag @wreathedinscales @asexual-fandom-queen @diaaanaprince @runawaymarbles @forthegelt @robininthelabyrinth @tomasortega @katyakora @snarkysnartes @kingsmanassemble @1nickelonly. Have fun, guys!

#prouves answers #eleven questions

[creamecream]

Poseidon: *barging in!* “you two are having sex!”

Medusa: *looking up from reading next to Athena.* “really? Athena, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.”

@abyssnighthawk

#they're ace my dude with absolutely no interest in sex #they just like cuddling leave them alone thank you #bubble bath mythos #poseidon #medusa #athena x medusa #athena

[abyssnighthawk]

Apollo: If I were a gardener, I'd put our tulips together

Hyacinthus: Aww!!

Hermes:*Looks at Loki* Well?

Loki: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe.

#apollo #hyacinthus #loki #hermes #bubble bath mythos

[authenticaussie]

MarcoSaboAce Mythical creatures Au

Oooo that’s interesting !! Plus I mean like Come On anything with magic / mythos has me basically sold ;3

Kudos to @2014federalbudget for the inspiration

[under the readmore]

oKAY so !!!! Marco’s a scuba diver who used to be a Really Big advocate for animal protection i mean it kinda helps that he’s part fucking bird but he didn’t really put that on his job application and he still IS really for animal protection and stuff but when he was buddy diving w/ a friend of his and taking photos of the reef for a paper his friend/dive buddy ended up disappearing and Marco was Super Devestated bc they could never find him

Im an asshole and his dive buddy was Totally Sabo. Sabo used to work as a human rights activist and met Marco at a rally one time and Marco was the one who encouraged him to go diving & get his dive license and they used to go a lot together??? And went to marches a lot and were rlly close before Sabo vanished

Fast forwards about two years and Marco lives alone by the beach he refuses to admit to anyone - even himself - that the reason he does it is so that he can help anyone in the water And he still teaches people about being good to nature and erosion and not walking on dunes and being careful of the environment and one day during a tour he sees someone lying on the beach and he’s like holy FUCK bc they don’t look good at all and they’re just out of reach of the water, and it’s lapping at their fingertips and-

Marco quickly runs over and checks them out and he had first aid training that he still remembered from diving and he did a lot of water stuff so he knows his shit and the guy wakes up and smiles at him and Marco’s momentarily taken back because this weird freckled dude is smiling at him like they know each other???

“Oh cool,” they say weakly, moving to grip Marco’s hand and carefully, shakily lean up a little bit, “i was- looking for you Marco-” and he gets smiled at and then freckled!dude flops forwards again and groans and Marco’s like ooooookay that’s weird what the HELL??? 

“Totally not- dead, by the way. Totally not,” says the guy, and Marco’s soooo confused he ends up just helping the guy up and they’re close to his house so he tells his - very pitiful - tour that he’s gonna take this stranger to the hospital to get checked over and they nod and Marco helps the stranger to his house and goes inside to grab his keys but when he comes out again the guy’s gone????????? and there’s crashing noises in his kitchen??? and he goes inside and the fish he was planning to have for dinner is like a carcass (what the fuck, he thinks, that wasn’t even cooked) and there’s splashing sounds coming from his bathroom and he groans because of course he got the one weirdo who went immediately back to the water after almost drowning

And he growls and groans and stomps to the bathroom and throws open the door and demands to know why the guy didn’t stay but hAHAHAH THAT’S A BIG FUCKING TAIL???? FISH TAIL???? GUY’S UNDERWATER AND BLOWING BUBBLES HAPPILY JUST. WHAT IS THIS. 

And the guy seems to realise he’s there and pops up happily and leans on the bathtub and is grinning and says “hey it’s not the ocean but maaaan this is nice!!! Water’s all i needed, haha.” 

“what the fuck.” marco says flatly, and the guy flicks his tail

“ahhhh, yeah i got asked here??? as a favour??? to try and find you??? lol but i forgot about the land / water thing and ended up a bit stuck. Good thing you came along or i would’ve been sundried!” / “mmm, sundried fish. nice.”

(what the fuck, marco feels like repeating again, but pushes that thought out of his mind to ask,) “Sent by who?? Pretty sure I don’t know any- uh-”

“Ace!”

Not what I was asking, Marco thinks, but takes the response regardless. “I don’t think i know anyone that you would know, Ace.” 

And ace brushes him off and laughs and says yeah you totally do??? Unless u forgot him. Which would suck. (he looks super conflicted and marco’s like??? well i hope i havent and you know i dont even know who i’d be forgetting because you havent TOLD ME JACK SHIT YET OKAY also like he’s taking this t ail thing remarkably well but well…..like i said earlier he’s Part bird. Like….vegetarian, sometimes drags all the pillows and blankets into the floor to make a nest….occasionally has to pull off brightly coloured feathers from his forearms…has great vision. but that’s abt it. ((The reason he wanted to dive was because it felt like flying)))

ummm anyway bc i need to sleep what happens is ace is like yeah know this dude called sab hes one of my best friends and wants to come visit but he’s like 95% water now soooooo may be Difficult???? and Marco Freaks and ace tells abt how sab got accidentally turned into a water spirit kind of thing bc ace hadn’t wanted to see him die and marco ends up running back to the beach and into the water, the water that pulls at him just like it always did but now he’s concentrating it feels like hands skimming his ankles and he walks deeper, and deeper, until  his chest is submurged and something grabs his hands and he pulls and it’s sabo but not e x a c t l y because sabo didn’t have seashells pinning back his hair and his hair wasn’t tinted slightly blue and green but the smile is all sabo’s and Marco feels something in his chest settle from where it’d been knocked sideways by ace’s admission. 

Knocked sideways by sabo disappearing all those years ago, stolen by a place marco would never belong to. He may’ve loved the water but he’d always been a creature of the skies. 

Ace + Sabo living in Marco’s bathtub and making a watery slippery mess and when marco drags himself home and wants to take a bath they’ve taken up the entire bath and he just (groans quietly) bc theyre such assholes

Marco buying them one of those inflatable kiddie pools but they sneak back into the bathtub regardless and theyre like it’s more comfortable!! / IT’S LIKE HALF YOUR SIZE, YOU DON’T EVEN FUCKING FIT, YOU LIARS

(what they don’t admit is that it’s more comfortable to be pressed close, for sabo to hear Marco’s beating heart and Ace to know that he wasn’t going to be left. for Marco to have fingertips easily finding and tangling with his own, and he soon finds he doesn’t mind who’s hand he’s holding)

#maracebo #marcoacesabo #marcosaboace #opfanfic #nari is writing #i tried to look up mythos from the nationalities i hc these guys as and i found ones i thought could work but than ahah //sweats #i didn't want to insult anyone by fucking up #wordsdrippinginink #ask aussie #bip bop nari drops #i had a few other ideas before this but this one is fun #do u knwo right after i asked for these my lecture started working again i just [screams] #and then every time it froze and i was waiting i was like oh i could go work on the cool asks and then it would wo o rk again i just #suffering #lol @ myself will i ever be able to keep these short??? #no. #a n y w a y my other idea was based on negrinho de pastoreio and i didnt want to use it bc i could only find paragraph descriptions #of the mythos etc but like....there was this one line in most of them that was like #if you promise to light a candle in his honour he will help you find lost objects #and all i could think abt was ghost!ace and sabo lighting candles every night because sabo lost *him* #ahhh anyway im gonna finish off the last one in the morning!!! <333 #it's late here #i was just finishing up my readings before i headed off to bed.

[nofomoartworld]

Hyperallergic: Required Reading

The Jebel Irhoud site in Morocco where the 300,000-year-old homo sapiens fossils were found, suggesting that human evolution may have no emerged from one place but may have emerged from more than one cradle of civilization. (image Credit Shannon McPherron, MPI EVA Leipzig, License: CC-BY-SA 2.0, full story at New York Times)

An entertaining takedown of the Bernadette Corporation show in LA by LA Times writer David Pagel:

As a whole, the exhibition is far less interesting than any of its sources. Think of it as the visual equivalent of flatulence in a bubble bath.

Only one piece does more than highlight its desire to be academic. It’s also the crudest. With a syringe for a beak, bent drinking straws for legs and a foam cup for its head, “Gull Sculpture” is an antidote to the overproduced nonsense that makes up the rest of the exhibition. This show would be better if it were forgettable.

The ancient origins of feminist “craftivism“:

The pussyhat is part of a larger contemporary phenomenon known as Craftivism, which actively challenges the longstanding disparagement of women’s traditional art forms and has itself become a vehicle for feminist opposition.

…

The women of Homer’s epics (8th c. BCE) are told repeatedly to return to their weaving and stay out of the business of men. In the Iliad Andromache, wife of the Trojan warrior Hector, meets her husband on the city’s famous walls. She knows too well the toll of war; her father and seven brothers were killed in battle and her mother enslaved. She asks Hector to take up position in a less dangerous area of the battlefield. He replies, “Go home and tend to your own tasks, the distaff and the loom, and keep the women working hard as well. As for the fighting, men will see to that.” With Andromache silenced, Hector returns to the battlefield; he is killed and she enslaved.

In the Odyssey Penelope, still awaiting Odysseus’s return, overhears a bard singing tales of the Greek warriors’ homecomings. Descending to the suitors’ feast, she requests a different song, whereupon her teenage son Telemachus repeats Hector’s words to Andromache almost verbatim: “Go back to your quarters. Tend to your own tasks, the distaff and the loom, and keep the women working hard as well. As for giving orders (mythos), men will see to that.” Mythos here connotes public speechmaking, from which Greek (and later Roman) women were always excluded.

In these Homeric passages, men’s activities are dynamic and variable while women are meant to remain fixed in the interior of the house, engaged in the static occupation of wool-work. Wives who uphold these divisions become archetypes of marital chastity; Penelope has indeed come down to us as the paradigmatically chaste Greek woman whose fidelity to her husband withstands two decades of his absence.

An illustrated guide to Frank Lloyd Wright includes this downloadable poster-sized PDF version here.

A great conversation between Scot Miller and Robin D.G. Kelley on the Afrosurreal. The whole thing is a must-read:

Kelley: There is an inherent prejudice against Surrealism because of its mixed history. By mixed history, I mean a multiracial, trans-global history. That’s why it was important that Franklin wrote the introduction, that was done by consensus for good reason. He’s been having to write this for three or four decades. You may believe Surrealism is this, or hack journalists say it’s that, but this is the truth. Surrealism stays connected to the struggle, and isn’t exclusionary or racist. When I first started talking about Surrealism and the Black Radical Tradition, I would get people believing they were racist in the romanticization of primitivism. Which may be true, but put that in historical context, it all makes sense. Look to Senghor and in hindsight, criticize him for his essentialism, criticize him for the way he’s so romantic about the African past, and the only way to have that critique is to have the experience of a post-colonial Africa. Standing in 1935, no one knows what’s coming down the pike from Africa in the violence and oppression that you can’t romanticize or essentialize Africa. Even the notion of essentialism comes from a critique of a certain kind of Identity Politics, which comes out of political struggle. The critique we rage against Surrealism and its flirtation with Primitivism comes out of the critique that would not be possible until after Revolutionary Nationalism, and the critique of Cultural Nationalism. So the critique, I feel, is legitimate, but to me, we must remember what was at stake. We must ask the question what the European Surrealist were attracted to as what they saw as Primitivism.

Is there a “free-speech crisis” and who is it impacting?

Those of us who are routinely called “bitch”, “faggot” or “nigger” on the regular –and who are threatened with violence and death – have a much harder time accessing the right of “free speech”. Just look at what happened to Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor, a Princeton professor and the author of From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation, last week.

Taylor is a rising public intellectual, and the students of Hampshire College asked her to be their commencement speaker. She gave a forceful, riveting address in which she correctly said that Donald Trump had “fulfilled the campaign promises of a campaign organized and built upon racism, corporatism and militarism”. While it was excellent, it wasn’t really a matter of national news. But Fox News decided it was and whipped up hysteria around her.

Not long after a “Fox story and video were published”, Taylor wrote, “my work email was inundated with vile and violent statements. I have been repeatedly called ‘nigger,’ ‘bitch,’ ‘cunt,’ ‘dyke,’ ‘she-male,’ and ‘coon’ – a clear reminder that racial violence is closely aligned with gender and sexual violence. I have been threatened with lynching and having the bullet from a .44 Magnum put in my head.” She had to cancel talks in Seattle and San Diego.

What’s up with Arizona’s Confederate monuments?

They tell another, even less well-known story: one of white Southerners who moved to Arizona in the post-World War II era and brought their fondness for intimidating black citizens with them. The state’s oldest Confederate memorial was dedicated nearly 80 years after the Civil War ended, in 1943. The newest, shockingly, went up in 2010.

Artists Clarity Haynes and Kate Hawes have started a relatively new podcast named Magic Praxis. You should check it out as it includes interviews with a whole range of artists in their studio.

This study found that as immigration increases, violent crime decreases.

This dude really likes the Woman Woman movie:

And support Native American education by purchasing a Pendleton blanket, which benefits the American Indian College Fund is called “Gift of the Earth.” It honors the Hopi Tribe of the Southwest:

  Required Reading is published every Sunday morning ET, and is comprised of a short list of art-related links to long-form articles, videos, blog posts, or photo essays worth a second look.

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[creamecream]

“I need her so bad,

Sometimes I think that I can taste it,

This evil romance, so good I never wanna waste it,

I can’t trust my friends, ‘cause she’s what everybody chases,

And I know where she’s been ‘cause it’s on everybody’s faces,

Funky little monkey,

She’s a twisted trickster,

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister,

Coca-Cola roller-coaster,

Love her even though I’m not supposed to,

Funky little monkey,

She’s a twisted trickster,

Everybody wants to be the sister’s mister,

Coca-Cola roller-coaster,

Love her even though I’m not supposed to,

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

All night,

(All night!)

All night,

(All night!)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

She keeps me up-

(I keep you up-)

All night,

(All night!)

All night,

(All night!)”

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I

#I just felt like them last night #halfway through the lineart I gave up but I wanted to finish it #I figure that lucifer and eve are *that* couple all over each other all the time #don't know about lilith but satan loves his wives and will give eve all the attention she wants and deserves #she's his precious apple he loves her very very much loves his wife <3 #bubble bath mythos #eve #satan x eve #lucifer x eve #satan #lucifer

[creamecream]

“Yes, the boa was a marvelous idea, my darling! you look like a pretty little dressed up doll!”

“Hel! I got a haircut! look! look!”

Aphrodite and Hel’s designs made by @abyssnighthawk

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I

#adonis and aphrodite? adonis and hel! #the way I designed adonis was that he was very made up when he was dating aphrodite #and after he broke up with her he started just experimenting all over the place with his looks #and hel fell in love with that side of him just absolutely smitten kittens #aphrodite did not make adonis dress up or anything no he did it himself because he was just in love #he dressed up a way he knew she preferred wore her symbol etc. #and when they broke up he picked up hades and persephone's symbols because his parents #hel is a goddess of the underworld adonis is one of hades and persephone's sons so they knew each other already #hel liked adonis no matter how he looked but she likes him being him she so wants to kiss him #bubble bath mythos #aphrodite #adonis #adonis x aphrodite #hel #adonis x hel

[creamecream]

“Smile, Sobek!”

“I...um...okay.”

Bastet’s design made by @abyssnighthawk

Bubble Bath belongs to @abyssnighthawk and I

#bastet he's not in frame! bastet no! #she's not tall enough to get him in on her normal angles and she doesn't realize she's so sorry sobek #sobek doesn't know he isn't tech savvy or anything he figures that bastet got it #he's more iffy on smiling than anything because teef and no one usually wants him to smile because #someone asks him to smile and he does and they're like 'oh...' so he's just like no smiles poor boy #bastet is gonna be so upset when she sees she didn't get sobek in frame she can't send *that* to sobek! #he's gonna be sad and think she cut him out because she doesn't like his smile! she can't do that! #bubble bath mythos #sobek #bastet