#dorky elsa

[fxvcsd]

Little Bit of Lovin’ You

Wc: 936

Synopsis: Where you and the astral express family nearly die after Caelus’ daily dumpster dive.

XTRA: lots n lots n lots nd lotsss of crack! Shit writing bcs i honestly js wrote this on a whim, pt. 2 which is guaranteed will have better writing but will be published in like a few days or something. “Lalala” Caelus, “Okokok” reader. GN! Reader

warnings: emetophobia(ish?), silly dorky goofy nicknames, ooc characters (NOT RLLY), mentions of himeko getting a lil drunkity wunkity

“HE QUITTT, babe! He literally quit being the Trash King! Like, full on smashed his crown to the floor and ran out of the castle, Elsa style!” 

You could barely hold back another groan as Caelus’ stinky body pressed against your own as you made your ways back to the Astral Express. For hours on end, Caelus complained to you about his newfound ‘universal enemy.’ You plugged your nose and held back a gag, the stench of rotten food and other kinds of trash piled up in Caelus’ hair; every crevice and fold in his clothes. 

The minute the two of you stepped foot into the Astral Express, Dan Heng had a clothing pin squeezing his nostrils shut with a fan fluttering the smelly wind out the door. March had a gas mask on, taking pictures of you suffering (to which you’d beat her ass for later on), Himeko backing up with a giggle, and Welt just…being Welt. He covered Pom-Pom’s sensitive nose as the wind Dan Heng blew their way almost made the poor conductor pass out. 

The doors shut with a loud echo. You shoved Caelus off of you and went to the nearest trash can (how ironic!) to barf up the contents you ate earlier that morning; your boyfriend stood by the door like a confused puppy. He tilted his head to the side, jutting his lip out into a pout. He didn’t know what he did wrong. 

As they say, you can’t smell what you carry. 

You take heavy breaths as March cackled, patting your back. The others looked away to respect your privacy, but they couldn’t help but let little giggles slip past their lips. You would let Welt deal with the trash can later… he wouldn’t mind a little cleaning up after his favorite child, after all. 

Probably. 

Caelus tried to walk to your side, but with the help of Dan Heng — who reluctantly stopped waving his fan around and pushed Caelus away with the back end of his polearm, stopped him in his tracks. 

“You stink,” he muttered. Caelus froze, and with a hurt look, his head snapped to you for confirmation. The way you were plugging your nose with your cheeks puffed out, a green tint to your skin told him all he needed to know. Dan Heng nodded sympathetically, patting his shoulder before taking a large step back. 

“Babe…” 

“Nope. Bye.” 

You ran off into the other car, trying to avoid your stinky boyfriend who ran after you. You let out shrieks of horror as you looked over your shoulder, seeing dust lift from the ground as he caught up to you in what seemed like such little time. Caelus had such long legs and amazing stamina — it wasn’t fair! Not at all! 

“Come back, baby! Give your fav boy a kith!” 

“NONONONONO-”

—————

He caught up to you in the end, trapping you between him and the couch. You were so lucky that the smell wore off a bit and wasn’t as potent as before. If it was, you were sure you would’ve died beneath him. You loved Caelus with all your heart, but when he would make the ship go off course and travel back to Jarilo-VI to go dumpster diving, you would rather have Blade stab his shattered sword through your left—

Anyway…

“Baby…” Caelus dragged out a whine, his lips pressed against the crook of your neck. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you were in a daze, scrolling away at random news articles on your phone. You let out a hum, kissing his temple.

“Do I really smell that bad?” 

“PFF-”

The whole train burst out into fits of laughter. March, once again, choked on her spit and ran around the car as she hit anyone she could, repeating what Caelus asked with stutters and heavy wheezes. Dan Heng chuckled before going straight-faced again; Welt pulled a classic old man wheeze, and Pom-Pom giggled; Himeko jolted forward, slapping her hand against the table (if you couldn’t tell, she was quite tipsy). 

“Baby, don’t tell me you’re serious…” You respond, cupping Caelus’ cheeks. You can see the way his eyes glazed over a bit, his cheeks puffed out with pink, slightly chapped lips, pouting. You could never resist that face, for it was the one he gave you when he asked you out for the first time. And again, and again, and again until you finally accepted. 

The human-raccoon nodded, a small whine leaving his lips. Your eyes softened, pulling him closer as you gently rubbed the tip of your nose against his. “You smell horrible, Caelussy. But I still love you.” 

“NOOoOOOo,1 I don’t! I smell-” He paused, grabbing a fistfull of his jacket and forced it to his nose, taking a long whiff. He was fine at first.

Until he almost barfed on you. 

“GET OFF????” You shrieked, pushing him away and running to the opposite end of the room in .2 seconds, hiding behind Welt who protected both you and Pom-Pom from the influx of sludge that was about to surge out of Caelus’ mouth. 

You paused. The room was silent, and so were the stars. You waited…and waited…and waited. 

No gagging. 

No sniffling.

No nothing. 

Caelus only stood there…menacingly. He was laughing. Hands clutching his sides like he was the funniest person in the world — slumped over like the hunchback from that Disney movie, giggles rolling off his tongue like the Mad Hatter. You stepped away from Welt silently, a shadow cast over your eyes.

You dragged a breath: in… and out. 

“I gagged all of you! AHAHAAHA-”

…

Nobody wanted to talk about what happened to Caelus after that. Dan Heng decided to sort it in the files of… ‘The Unspoken.’ 

tags: @maitadori , whoever else wants 2 be tagged !!

#📜 ; nenerature #caelus #caelus x reader #honkai star rail #crackfic #i literally wrote this out of my ass like no drafts no nothing so excuse the dookie writing towards the end #Nene x caelus 4evaaa #For my pookie satty #Honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #x reader #genderneutral reader #Dan heng is so dramtic LMAOOOOO #March is that one friend that hits u wehn she laughss #March 7th #himeko #welt yang #Dan heng #pom pom #welt and pom pom father child moments me thinks #heavily unedited dont ASK

[still-a-morosexual-help]

In Malleus's JP Dorm card, that hasn't come out yet in the U.S. So #Spoliers beware. He visits the protagonist or MC/Yuu almost all the time uninvited or invited. MC/Yuu questions him, and he doubles down and adds in a flirty response. The response "What’s this? Are you trying to say I've invited myself over for no particular reason? No, of course I didn't."

He'll ask if they like to hang out openly, he says, "Do you have any plans for today? If none, you should join me for a walk. I know a nice and quiet place." And "Sometimes when I'm with you, I don't even notice the time passing by. It’s strange…. But not unpleasant." And "We’re about to have a meeting in the lounge. Do you also have gatherings at your dorm? I wouldn’t have any qualms if you were to invite me next time."

In the masqurade dance event, he asks you to dance, practices his singing to impress you, actively wants to spend time with you, and saves you from a fall that could have hurt you because you have no magic to protect you.

This man is very much flirting with you/everyone who plays this game! And is in love I'm convinced. Otome implies that multiple characters that are pining for your affections . It is just 1 person as of late that is in your DMS metaphorically and that him

Ok ok so what you said is driving me insane and I need to get it out

We won't know explicitly about Malleus's Trauma until post overblot right? But they've given enough hints (from s1 itself??) that you can get a pretty good outline of it

And basically he was given the Elsa Treatment™ or something similar? ;

Isolated as a child due to his powers (because people were scared of him, because he could possibly hurt them) to the point that he develops a stoic mask to hide a more dorky, mischevious personality. To the point that he now isolates himself as a defense mechanism even though it's obvious that he's lonely and desperately wants a friend outside of his family. This defense mechanism manifests in a way that means he does not go where he isn't invited (better to avoid it altogether than go and find you're unwanted right?). He needs an explicit invitation to go somewhere, even for things where he technically doesn't need an invitation because he's expected to be there

But...but the fact that he's turning up at ramshackle uninvited? That he's inviting himself? That means....that means he knows MC wants him there. That he's welcome. Always. That he can just come over and hang because he wants to. That it's that simple.

He knows that he's wanted by MC so thoroughly that the knowlege of it managed to fracture a belief system that has been centuries in the making

*me, with feeling:* wtf wtf wtf

#asks #twisted wonderland #twst spoilers #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x mc #malleus x yuu #malleyuu #malleus draconia x mc #malleus draconia x yuu

[iosagol]

I understand why some might think Superman 1978 is cheesy But no Christopher Reeve plays that man like an utter god

You see Clark Kent (1978): ~ *pretends to faint to cover up for the fact he was shot in the chest and the bullet bounced harmlessly off him* ~ *built an ice castle like Elsa* ~ *once spent twelve years straight watching videos about space and alien culture* ~ *after saving his coworker from a crashing burning helicopter* Statistically speaking, this is still the safest mode of travel :DD ~ *very seriously in an interview* I do like the color pink. ~ *puts on the most elaborate squeaky voice and nerd glasses to disguise himself as A Normal Man and you know what he's actually unrecognizable* ~ *traveled to the North pole in nothing but Kansas flannel and jeans*

This movie Is what I want superhero movies to be again No battling with nukes and giant lizards to save the multiverse universe solar system No nazis, no ninjas Just a mashup of Megamind and Star Trek Just an alien growing up in the golden wheat of Kansass and working at an energetic news company Just a reporter being stunned into understandable awe of this inhuman person that is saving people across the city, and actually spending several minutes to recite a bit of decently adorable poetry in a voice-over as Superman and Lois reenact Alladin and Jasmine going flying in a starry night There's not a shred of green screen there No crazy action sequences It's people being silly, flirty, embarrassed, confused, dorky, etc.

It puts the man in superman

#superman 1978 #Superman #christopher reeve

[fancylala4]

Watching wish, I feel like Asha should have been a different character. It’s like the writers wanted her to be subdued and mature like Elsa and Tiana are but Disney forced them to add in some quirky moments so she can be a marketable character. At one moment, she’s level headed but the next she’s being dorky.

All they needed to do was make her character consistent. Either have her be a dork or have her be level headed. It just makes Asha look like an inconsistent character.

#mine #anti disney #wish critical

[thiswasinevitableid]

Monster Ball (Indruck)

Prompt for the 25th was: Drag Ball. This fic is NSFW. It’s set in my Rockstar AU but can be read as a standalone

Every Halloween since he hit high school, Duck has spent the night at home giving out candy. It’s dorky, but it always makes him feel like a part of his neighborhood. He’s glad his apartment–his former apartment, since Indrid is already talking about moving him into his Atlanta house–was in a complex with lots of families so there was a steady stream of trick or treaters. He’d put on a scary movie marathon, light his jack o lantern, and spend the night doling out candy. All in all, very chill. 

That’s not the word he’d use to describe his morning so far.

They were supposed to get to the venu for the Halloween Drag Ball yesterday for a set up and dress rehearsal. Instead, there was a four car pile-up on I-5 and they didn’t make it  to L.A until midnight. They slept in the tour bus in front of the hall, the glow of Indrid’s name in huge letters peeking through the blinds.

When the alarm went off at 5:30, Indrid rolled over in bed, eyes still muddy with sleep, and smiled at him.

“Ah, the luxurious life of a rockstar”

That was the last thing he said to him all day. His boyfriend has been running cues, going through the set lists, and doing sound checks, while Duck has been helping the rest of the crew with equipment set-up and safety checks. The ball starts at eight pm, with Indrid going on at ten. At five, he blows Duck a kiss and heads back to begin getting his make-up on. 

As Duck is chatting with the venue staff about their costumes (all variations on “terrifying ghosts”) when his pocket buzzes. 

Sugar: My dressing room, 6.

Duck: I’ll be there.

“Duck, could you help me out a sec?” Aubrey pokes her head out from her dressing room.

“Sure thing, Lady Flame.” He steps in through the door and clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Yes, ha ha, I know it’s funny.” Aubrey waves her free arm at the sleeve of her white jacket, which has snagged on her up-do and trapped her other arm above her head, “I’m so used to dealing with my usual look, not this thing.”

“This thing” is her Bride of Frankenstein hair, combed and teased to mimic Elsa Lancaster’s iconic style. Duck discovers one the studs of her jack caught in a curl and carefully detaches it. Aubrey thanks him, slipping into the other side of the jacket just as little claws click across the floor. 

“Holy fuck, when did you dye Dr. Harris Bonkers orange?”

“This morning.” Aubrey scoops her giant rabbit into her arms, “don’t worry, I found some animal safe hare dye.”

Duck snickers and Aubrey shoots finger guns his way.

“What are you going as tonight?”

“Aw fuck, I was gonna run out and get somethin’ this morning but because of the whole delay there wasn’t time.”

“Jake could do your make-up. I’m pretty sure he’s painting whiskers on Leo just so he won’t look out of place.”

“Nah, I’m good. He’s gotta get everyone else ready to go, so I’ll think of something. You all good on set up and sound?” 

“Yep! Assuming no one eats my mic cable right before I go on.” She gives the rabbit a pointed look. He gives a blank one in return. 

“Okay, just holler if you need any more help.” Duck shows himself out, triple checks some equipment while he counts down the minutes until six. 

When he uses their secret knock, Indrid purrs, “Come in.”

His boyfriend is in his pink and yellow robe, not a trace of costume in sight.

“If you’re runnin behind I can come back-”

“I’m not behind in the slightest.” Indrid slips past him, locking the door, “I set aside more time to get ready than it technically takes. Partially because I knew I’d need a bit of quiet before the excitement. And” he picks up a large, black garment box, “because I wanted to give you this without being rushed.” 

He removes the lid and holds out the box. Carefully arranged on the red tissue paper is black, leather chest harness with matching fingerless gloves, cut off jean shorts with a wolf head at the buckle and-

“Are these ears?” Duck lifts the triangles of grey fluff from the box. 

“Indeed. I, ah, I made those to go with the rest. You see, we’ll have most of the classic monsters on stage with us. But we’re missing a wolfman. The instant I thought of you as him, I couldn’t get the image out of my head.”

Duck smiles, running his finger over the ears and wondering if this means there will be a werewolf song on Indrid’s next album. 

“It’s a bit self-serving, as it gives me a lovely view all evening. But I also want everyone to see you for the gorgeous man you are. Of course, if you already have a costume you don’t have to wear it. I mean, you don’t have to wear it at all for any reason.”

“It’s perfect sugar.” Duck takes the box and teases, “kinda surprised there ain’t collar.”

As he leans forward to grab the lid, Indrids arm braces across his chest and he whispers in his ear, “That comes after the show.” Teeth scrape on his throat, “it’s a sight reserved for me and me alone, pet.”

Duck turns his face and kisses him. For a moment, there’s no dressing room, no show, no rockstar. There’s just his boyfriend melting against him like they’re teenagers at prom. 

“You need me before then, you know where I’ll be.”

“Tempting as that is, if I am late for any part of this Joseph may never speak to me again.” Indrid smiles and walks him the few steps to the door, “I’ll see you in the wings, my love.”

—-----------------------------------------------------------

The theme for the ball is “Universal Monsters.” As Duck weaves through the crowd, he passes a half-dozen other wolfmen, a mummy in platform boots and winged eyeliner that could kill a man, and what he can only describe as a post-modern bride of frankenstein in a three foot high wig. But there are also costumes of nothing but googly-eyes and glitter, a bear dressed as a trampy Cthulhu, and someone with a sign reading “black hole” pointing at his crotch.

He can’t remember the last time he felt so at home. 

Aubrey is just finishing up her act, and as Duck wrangles Dr. Harris Bonkers into his enclosure. As the applause peters out, one of the hosts returns to the stage, her long nails casting shadows across the crowd. 

“And now, my uglies, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Presenting the god of the gruesome, the king of Halloween, our very special guest: Indrid Cold!”

Fog spills across the stage, Dani appearing as a punk-rock Frankenstein, blonde hair slicked back and abs painted on her chest-piece. Jake slinks behind the drumset in the tightest clothing Duck’s ever seen him wear; a black vampire dress with a slit down the front and a black wig spilling down his shoulders. The guest guitarist is in a white wrap dress and strappy gold heels, fake asp clipped to his shoulders. 

Another puff of smoke and the stage goes black so abruptly he hears the audience worrying that it was a blown fuse. Then a purple spotlight hits the dissipating mist, highlighting green, knee-high snakeskin boots, a black leather jacket, and silver hair. 

You better ask my mama how to make a monster.

The bass booms in and Indrid whirls around, revealing a chest painted in green scales and silver shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. It takes until the last repeat of the chorus for the crowd to stop screaming. 

“Good evening, my fellow monsters!” Indrid sets the mic into the stand at the front of the stage as a projector screen blares to life behind him, giant insects and swamp things silently stomping across it, “I’m so glad you all could join me on my favorite night of the year. With that in mind,” he grins, “let’s prowl.”

He leads with this song nearly every show. Duck will never be tired of it, of the way he purrs out the first few lines like he’s scratching at the window before smashing it open. 

Going to the drive-in

Catch a double feature

Gonna do some sinnin’

While you scream for your creature

Indrid is dripping sweat and glitter by the end of the first half, voice still strong as he promises the crowd they’ll be back.

As Duck is moving the fog machines to their second position, a horned shape in a long jacket strides up the stairs. 

“Uh, excuse me sir, but this is for performers only.”

The goatman smiles at him, “Do former ones count?”

“Holy fuck, you’re-”

“Vincent! I see you found Duck” Indrid appears beside him as Vincent shakes his hand, “I’d hug you but this will all smear right off. I’m so happy you made it!.”

“I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you. I was out scouting the last time you came through L.A. Thank you, by the way, for recommending the Hornets; they’ve really got something.”

“Vincent has a head for spotting the next big thing. Hence his being a Cryptid.” 

“That was more about having the good luck to know you and have parents who paid for years of guitar lessons.” Vincent blinks, “agh, these contacts, I swear I don’t know how my twenty-year old self managed them night after night.”

“There were several near misses with the edge of the stage.” Joseph appears, his sole concession to a costume an FBI badge clipped to his jacket, “Indrid, you’re at thirty seconds.”

“We do have a stage manager, you know.” Indrid teases. 

“And I didn’t get you this far by leaving timing to other people.”

Indrid pecks Duck on the cheek–and sneakily squeezes his ass- before moving towards the wings. 

“It really is good to see you again.” Joseph rests a hand on Vincent’s arm.

“And just when are you and Barclay coming for a visit? I finally goat-proofed the guest house on the ranch.”

“After this tour. I think. You know how Indrid usually is after being on the road.”

“A hermit?”

“Exactly. That usually leaves me with some free time to travel. Although” Joseph glances at Duck with a fond expression, “I’ll worry about him less this go-around. At the very least he’ll take more breaks.”

“His texts do suggest you’re a good influence, Duck.”

“I, uh, I try to be. I’m just glad he’s happy bein’ with me.”

“I think that’s an understatement.” Joseph settles to his left while Vincent leans against the wall on his right, the final notes of “Urban Legend” ring through the room. 

When the band plucks out a mid-tempo waltz, Joseph frowns, perplexed. 

Slow dance with you

I want to slow dance with you

In the radioactive air, 

in the rubble without care

There’s nothing I’d rather do

Than slow dance with you

Duck’s blushing so hard he swears he’s glowing pink in the dark. Indrid turns his body slightly, as if singing to the right most corner of the room. But he’s looking right at Duck, velvet-soft smile on his green-gold lips. 

Joseph and Vincent look at him at the same instant with a shared smile of understanding. 

“You didn’t tell me you’d finished.”

“Just this one song. I was playin around with a western waltz and ‘Drid got real into it. He said he was gonna test it out soon, but I wasn’t expecting this soon.”

“Neither was Joseph.” Vincent smirks, his yellow eyes making the expression devilish, “Sneaking a song into a set without running it by his manager? He likes you even more than he’s let on. Which, to be clear, was already a tremendous amount.”

“I’d like the record to show I’m letting this slide because I trust Duck and I trust Indrid’s creative judgment. Not because I’m getting sloppy.” The self-deprecating smile is clear in Joseph’s tone. 

Vincent pats his back with fraternal affection, “Noted. What’s this song called, Duck?”

“Slow Dance at the End of the World.”

“It suits him.”

Duck studies the way Indrid sways, the look of blissful daydreaming on his face. It’s the way Duck looked in his bedroom all those years ago, singing along with Indrid on the stereo. 

“Yeah, it really does.”

—-------------------------------------------------------

Energy drinks were not a big part of his diet until he started dating Indrid. When your boyfriend plays shows that routinely end past midnight and tends to be wired after a good set, you do what you can to keep up. 

When he finally makes it to the hotel room, he’s glad he had that final RedBull–gross as it was–before they left the venue. Rather than changing, Indrid is still in his stage outfit, sitting on the bed and watching Duck pull off his work boots with a widening grin. 

“How was the costume? It didn’t interfere with your duties, I hope.”

“It was real fun to wear and, if I’m bein’ honest, this is the least I’ve ever sweat working a gig. But that mighta just been the shorts.”

Indrid crooks his finger and Duck moves to the bed. His boyfriend pets along his belly, kissing the swell of it as he unbuttons the shorts. He pulls the denim down little by little, kissing each inch as it appears.

“Mmmmm” Indrid nips above his hipbone, “you make such a wonderful werewolf. It’s only due to my boundless professionalism that you didn’t lay waste to the entire show by distracting me.”

“Uh huh, and wanting to avoid another public indecency charge ain’t part of it?”

Indrid lifts his glasses, “Who told you about that?”

“Vincent.”

“Well, he’s not wrong. If I was carted off for performing lewd acts in front of an unsuspecting audience, there’d be no one left to deal with a certain werewolf.”

“No? Oh, ohfuck.” He grips Indrid’s shoulders as the singer teases his dick with his tongue. 

“No. Because only I know how to keep such a rampaging, lustful beast under control.”

The click is all the warning he gets before a vibrator buzzes to life against his folds.

“A silver bullet.” Indrid shoves the toy inside him with a satisfied grin.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah that’ll do it.” 

Indrid moves Duck’s hands from his shoulders, stands, and yanks Duck’s shorts back into place. Buttons them as he kisses him and whispers, “Don’t worry pet, I’ll be merciful before the night is through.”

The singer moves across the room, pulling things from his make-up bag, “Now, come help me get the rest of this off.”

“S-sure, be right there sugar.” The vibe is rotating between speeds, patterns, and strengths, rendering his attempts to ignore it useless. A particularly strong one catches him as he tries to move, and he leans against a nearby chair to steady himself. 

Indrid sighs dramatically, “It seems you need some extra help. Thank goodness I came prepared.” 

Duck closes his eyes, moaning as the toy picks up speed. His next moan is cut off by soft leather encircling his neck. He knows without even looking that it’s the collar with COLD spelled out in silver letters. What he’s not expecting is an unfamiliar, quiet click of metal. Opening his eyes, he looks down to find a black leather leash clipped to the O-ring.

Indrid tugs the leash, turning Duck to face him. His red glasses are on the dresser, so there’s nothing to disguise the affection in his eyes as he runs his fingers over Duck’s face and throat. 

“I was going to scold you for being so needy that you couldn’t make it across the room without needing to get off. But how can I, when you look at me like that?”

“‘Drid, please.”

“Hush, pet, I know. I’ve wanted this all evening too. Just wait a little longer and I’ll give you what you need.” He brushes their lips together, “In fact, how about you help me expedite things?”

“Do I really gotta say I’d do anything for you right now?”

Indrid laughs and kisses him once with possessive tenderness, “A fair point. Come along.”

He leads Duck back to the bed, make-up bag in hand, and reclines against the headboard. He tugs Duck to straddle his lap, then passes him a make-up remover pad. 

“Start with my face.”

Duck carefully runs the cotton over Indrid’s cheek. His hands pat and rub the skin reverently; Indrid never asks for help with his make-up, be that applying it or taking it off. Yet here he is, eyes closed and hands in his lap as Duck wipes away the monster on top of the man. 

Indrid’s sprung for the good stuff, so it only takes a few minutes before his face is clean and faintly peach scented. His chest is a different matter; the green is refusing to budge. Duck’s ability to remove it is further hamstrung by the fact he’s feeling Indrid up in the process, the singer gasping whenever he grazes his nipple piercings. And all the while the bullet vibe buzzes inside him, making him shift and squirm in search of relief. 

Hands grab his hips, “Careful, pet, or I may worry you’re not as tame as I thought.”

Duck growls playfully and Indrid tugs the leash. 

“Oh, does my sweet werewolf think I’m joking? You’re in my lap, let me lead you about on a tether, and come when I call.”

“Yeah, but if, if you don’t fuck me soon I’m gonna go fuckin’ feral.”

“Are you now? Well, we can’t have that.” Indrid rips his shorts open and shoves them to his knees. His own, silver shorts prove harder to escape, and after several moments of fumbling he snarls and rips them down the seam. 

The vibe slips free of him, only to press against his dick the instant Indrid pushes into him. 

“Fucking finally.” He gasps, working the toy in swift circles.

“No fuckin kiddin’” Duck grabs his face, kissing him hungrily as his body twists and bucks in search of orgasm. 

“God, I love how wet you get for me, sweet one. I love knowing you want me.”

“Always, fuck, Indrid please-”

“Don’t worry pet, I keep my promises. And I happen to know this tempo has a delicious effect.”

“Fuckfuck, yeah, fuckyes, sugar, yes, fucking fuck.” He gasps, digging his nails into Indrid’s arms. The singer kisses his neck, then lunges forward, knocking Duck onto his back.

“Let’s see if I can make you howl.” He gasps as Duck wraps himself around him, kisses him messily as he uses the leash to pull him into whatever position he pleases. Duck holds on tight, tangles his fingers in silver hair and moans at the obscene sound of Indrid driving into him

“Mine” Indrid tugs the leash and the chest harness at once, so hard Duck’s amazed they don’t snap, “mineminemine, all mine, always mine.”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

Indrid ceases his kisses long enough to raise up on his shoulders and purr, “Good.”

Duck doesn’t howl, but he comes pretty fucking close as Indrid bites just below the collar, snapping his hips until he cums with a moan. 

They lay entangled for an eternity, neither interested in letting go until Duck’s eyes begin drifting closed. 

“We should get to bed, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh.” He yawns as Indrid sits up; his wolf ears are on the other side of the bed, the top cover is strewn with fake fur and glitter, and the make-up from Indrid’s chest is now smeared across them both.

“Ah, perhaps a bath is in order first.”

“Yep.” Duck takes the offered hand, sighs happily as Indrid gently undoes the collar, “‘Drid? Thanks for playin’ our song tonight.”

Indrid cups his face, humming a slow dance as he does, “It was my pleasure.”

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #promptober 2022 #rockstar au #duck x indrid #trans duck newton

[fericita-s]

I finally got to see the Frozen musical! Things I liked:

The costumes! The staging! So gorgeous! So detailed! All of the group numbers were visually stunning and the new songs added a lot to both characters and Arendelle.

Hans was goofy. He and Anna had a whole dorky/awkward vibe going that made his betrayal and actual personality that much more shocking at the end. Love Is An Open Door was fantastic.

Anna in ice harvesting gear, and stripping down to her underthings to put it on, was great.

We have the origin story of Kristoff's rock hard abs! The hidden folk have some seriously sculpted bodies. Kristoff's arc from a sarcastic, adventurous mountain man to man completely devoted to Anna was well done.

Iduna had a much more active role in trying to mitigate disaster when Anna was hurt. Loved her being the one to know what was necessary, calling to the hidden folk, and identifying herself as a child of the Northuldra. Agnarr did not seem surprised because he was not and had known for a long time (well some personal opinion in that last sentence but it's the hill I'm going to die on).

Speaking of dying, the dancers who were sort of interpretive dancing the storm that downed their ship tore Agnarr and Iduna away from each other and it was truly a horrible way to die and viscerally sad.

Olaf was so well done! Love the little song the sisters sang when making him. The puppeteer was amazing and made him equally hilarious and sincere so all the moments of humor and drama hit just right.

Speaking of puppeteers, my child though Sven was an actual reindeer. Good thing the yearly eye appointments are this week.

Very cool technical stuff with costume changes, Elsa's cape and glove flying off, and the way she made snow.

The hidden folk were so much better than the trolls. They still had silly beats but overall were creepy and mysterious in a more compelling way. They also didn't show Elsa a vision of herself being torn apart from a mob. They gave her a sort of guided meditation to her future which showed that - which isn't actually a whole lot better but was less traumatizing to my kids watching than the movie.

And the merchandise was great! I wish they had that Anna-esque kids' cloak in adult sizes.

#frozen #frozen musical #anna #elsa #agduna #olaf #Sven #hidden folk #trolls

[justlookatthosesausages]

Inktober 2022 day 9 🐦 "Nest"

Elsa lifted her eyes from the finished dishes with a satisfied sigh, and wiped her hands on the kitchen towel.

As she did, she noticed her wife through the window above the sink, and smiled tenderly as she observed her rake the fallen leaves of the garden.

There was something beautiful in the way the orange and yellow leaves enlightened Honeymaren's aura. Maybe it was simply due to the color of her hair or her eyes, thought Elsa, who admitted that she was biased. And to hear Honeymaren sing a tune as she worked now that the sound of water wasn't masking her voice anymore definitely helped Elsa's heart soar.

She grinned, starstruck like on the first day she met her, and shook her head when she felt the blush on her cheeks. She turned around to grasp her mug of tea on the counter, and blew a little magic on it for the beverage to have the perfect temperature. The blonde tried it, and let out a satisfied humming, then did the exact same icy blow on the other mug next to it. She moved around the kitchen with both mugs in hands, and nudged the back door with her elbow and hip to go outside.

Honeymaren's singing voice now was clearer, and Elsa almost regretted to bring something that would interrupt it. At the sound of her steps on the dead leaves, leaving a sweet noise of crunches, the brunette turned with a smile.

"I made tea." Simply said the blonde, and she handed her her mug.

Honeymaren didn't react right away, her hands still on the rake, or rather she reacted to something else. With a grin, she put a hand on top of the stick, and leaned her cheek on it.

"What?" Smiled Elsa, because her grin was contagious.

"I think I'll never get tired of it."

The blonde blinked, confused, but then she remembered, since they had been married for years, that Honeymaren loved how generally undressed Elsa was. And indeed, the blonde was only wearing a simple pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt despite the autumn air. With a slight blush, Elsa shrugged.

"It's nothing. I just don't mind the cold, that's all."

"Still. It's amazing. I'm wearing a coat and a scarf!" Exclaimed the brunette, which meant a lot, because she came from a country with cold winters.

"Just take your mug, you flirt." Chuckled Elsa. She could see that Honeymaren's eyes clearly roamed her whole body, and had made a few seconds stop on her cleavage.

Honeymaren had a dorky giggle, and took the offered tea. Right before her fingers touched the mug, though, they both heard something fall in a pile of leaves below the tree a bit further. They turned, and frowned in sync.

A chirping caught their attention, and they walked to see what was going on. A tiny bird wriggled on the ground. Elsa melted in a touched and heartbroken way. "Oooh, poor baby."

Honeymaren put her rake against the tree and crouched. "It's a robin." She said, her voice just as tender as her wife's. "It probably fell from the nest."

They had spotted a family of birds a few days earlier, and done their best to not disturb them.

"Aw, it's adorable." Smiled Elsa when she saw how small the chirping baby was.

She waved her wrist to make the two mugs float in the air, which amused Honeymaren because Elsa could have done that since the beginning but preferred to hand her the mug directly. Then she crouched next to her, and delicately parted some leaves to see if the bird was hurt. He only seemed stunned, thankfully.

"It simply missed its flying lesson." Assured Honeymaren. "Those things take time."

They looked up to the nest, then to the baby bird again. Elsa smiled. "Yeah. I know how it is, to try to spread one's wings and fail on the first tries."

Honeymaren gave her a look, then smirked. "Are you referring to accepting your powers, or coming out?"

Elsa bit her lip. "...Both?"

The brunette chuckled and nudged her shoulder with hers.

"Come on, let's try to bring this little fella up there again."

"Wait! You shouldn't touch it with your bare hands. I heard that moms can smell foreign scents."

"Alright. I'm gonna use leaves then."

She carefully made a little taco-mitten formation with the leaves, and almost made a funny comment about it to her wife. But Elsa seemed very worried for the bird, so she forbid herself. Slowly, they both stood up, and Elsa crafted an ice stepladder for Honeymaren to reach the branch. Several birds were chirping there, and the brunette made sure to bump none of them.

Finally, the family was complete and safe, well at least until the next jump try. The two women smiled at each other, and Honeymaren dropped the leaves to the ground.

When she made her way down, though, she slipped on Elsa's ice, and the latter widened her eyes when she lost her balance and fell down. With quick reflexes, Elsa reached out and received her in her arms.

For a moment that seemed out of time, she held Honeymaren in bridal style, and the brunette was stunned by the situation. It reminded her of their wedding night, when she was the one who had carried Elsa over the threshold. Honeymaren looked at her with a grin.

"Well... Would you look at that. Is someone tired of being a bottom?" She teased, and Elsa instantly blushed.

However, the blonde didn't drop her to the ground. Not yet. She was enjoying this. It didn't mean that she couldn't tease her back, though.

"You know that I'm still in control of those two mugs, right? Do you want me to drop tea on your face?"

Honeymaren's eyes widened.

#elsamaren #married life dot mp3 bass boosted playing in the background #i love themmmmmm #here's some VERY fluffy fluff #frozen modern au #frozen #frozen 2 #post frozen 2 #inktober #inktober 2022

[somenerdthing]

#harley quinn #frozen #queen elsa #dc comics #disney #art #fan art #suicide squad #dc #comics #crossover #mash-up #nerd #geek #dork #nerdy #geeky #dorky #nerds #geeks #dorks

[rosebloodcat]

Poor I had an idea while thinking of the time trav l hopscotch for an alternative way the hopscotchera met younger Ingo. Basically Elsa is introducing them to the single most important form of transportation they need to be aware of when it comes to a big city like Nimabasa, the subway! Naturally she explains that she has a couple of really dorky conductor friends so they are expecting to see someone when they walked down the stairs and into the main entrance of the Subway, they jsut expect those someone’s to be a pair of twins in a very familiar uniform.

They’re waiting for them in the crowd next to a brass band that playing, Emmet is dancing to the music while Ingo is nodding along and tapping his foot. Bother Electross and Chandelure are out and swaying alongside Emmet when Elesa comes jogging up to them with the hopscotchers. Irida and Akari let out gasps the moment they see him, one of his rare smiles on his face as he watches his brother dancing.

“Ingo! Emmet!! Hiya, guys, you seem to being Electabuzzing today, is that an actual smile Ingo!?” Elesa grins as the boys turn to her, Emmet quickly patting down his coat to regain some measure of professionalism when he notices her guests.

“Hi Elesa! I am verrry excited, it’s really lovely today with a new band and…” Emmet begins a sIngo is busy recalling their Pokémon before suddenly freezing, “…was that a pun?”

Elesa just grins while Ingo lets out a snort, having caught onto the pun himself. Pokémon now recalled, he steps up the introduce himself,

“I’m Ingo and this is Emmet, we’re the Subway Masters. Welcome to Gear Station, Elesa has told us a lot about you.”

The group share a small glance with each other before awkwardly reintroducing themselves to their friend. Theo whole white Emmet is groaning as Elesa continually throws out more and more bad puns until…

“Come now, Emmet. We’re here to help conduct these folk to the correct route so they may arrive at their destination safely, no need to be Gloomy about it.”

Emmet nods along and was about to open his mouth to agree when his brothers words registered,

“UGH! BETRAYED BY MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!! Elesa you have contaminated my brother with your horrible sense of humor!!”

Both Elesa and Ingo bust out laughing while Irida hides a smile behind her hand while Akari giggles and Adaman and Laventon are failing to hide their snickering. It seems the Ingo of this era is a bit more outgoing than they expected, but still quite a pleasant fellow who apparently likes to tease his younger twin. And apparently had a terrible sense of humor and a love of puns to go with it!

XD

Love me some good, bad puns. And it seems the same can be said for Ingo and Elesa.

#time travel hopscotch #ingo #elesa #emmet #akari #irida #adaman #laventon #rosie answers

[alltimefail-sims]

A Pierce Delgato Lookbook ♫

Pierce Delgato is a self-proclaimed life of the party. Sure he lives in a simple house smack dab in the middle of an even simpler (and boring) port town, but he always finds a way to have a good time. Most people are surprised to find that he’s a naturally gifted athlete who loves spending his free time skateboarding and playing basketball. Pierce is outgoing, laid-back, charismatic, charming, and a huge flirt. Although he’s not a great student, his teachers and classmates love having him around because he brings positive energy everywhere he goes. For the record, he does put the effort in at school, but he finds it hard to sit still and absorb so much information for such a long period of time (not to mention the fact that he’s an awful test-taker). His parents are structured, logical, and plain, but they’ve always done their best to be supportive of Pierce’s free spirit, even if they don’t really understand it (or where it comes from, for that matter). He doesn’t see himself settling down in the Bay forever, but he does want a family of his own some day... just not any time soon!

Pierce is 17 years old. His traits are Self Assured and Athletic, and his third trait will be Dog Lover when he grows up. His only plan is to play basketball professionally, but his parents really want him to have a “backup plan” in case that doesn’t work out. He hasn’t gotten around to making that backup plan yet. He currently works at a fast food place and “hates every second of it.” (He’s gotten in trouble a couple of times for “accidentally dropping” chicken nuggets and fries in his apron pocket on the clock so he could eat them.)

Pierce and his “dorky, booger-eater” sister Evie are always giving each other a hard time and picking on each other, but he’s very protective of her (and thinks she’s pretty cool, too... but he’d never tell her that).

He can’t go anywhere without running into someone he knows, and it drives his actual friends crazy.

Pierce’s last relationship was with Elsa Bjergsen, but it didn’t really work out because they’re much better friends than they are romantic partners.

Pierce typically hangs out with really creative people, even though he can’t even draw a decent stick figure.

He has social media but he hardly ever uses it. When he does use it, however, he’ll post something random that will almost certainly make his parents just shake their head (lol).

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#Okay so I am an Alexander Goth stan account but I gotta be honest ya'll... I love this boy lmao #He is a goofy baby angel he does no wrong to me #I love playing with the Delgatos and Pierce is such a black sheep... but they still love him #Pierce Delgato #Delgato Family #ts4mm #ts4mmcc #ts4 townies #ts4 premades #ts4 makeover #townie makeover #lookbook #ts4 lookbook #ts4 edit #afts lookbook #atfs edit #maxis match #maxis mix

[astudyinfreewill]

i’ve been remiss in liveblogging my catching-up-with-spn thoughts but man scoobynatural really did hit like a brick to the face. it was just. So Much Episode

dean quoting elsa from frozen and telling sam to “let it go”, which is similar to referencing dory in s12 and generally being into cartoons because he never got to have a childhood except elsa is very obviously a disney princess... imagine season 1 dean??? you couldn’t. they’d give the reference to sam and have dean say something like dUdE cOulD yOu bE MoRe GaY??? anyway post-charlie dean we love you

the dean cave!!!!!! listen. listen. listen. don’t talk to me about dean’s nesting. don’t talk to me about he’s constantly trying to make the bunker a home for himself and his loved ones (which is fundamentally at odds with sam viewing it as a place of work, which is also why dean is so unsettled with the hunters using it as a homebase in s14 bc hey that’s his home!! :/ ). but DO talk to me about how there are two la-Z-boy recliners but we know sam’s never seen the deancave before so. who’s the other chair for. who’s the other chair FOR. gee i wonder if this has anything to do with dean and cas having movie date nights. don’t (or do) talk to me about dean building a home and cas being the first person he wants to share it with!!!!!!!!

the running joke about dean loving scooby doo which the show plays for laughs bc they rely on jensen to make it funny but is actually monumentally sad. “wherever dad dragged us there was always a tv”. dean raised sam but who raised dean?? no one. that’s who. he got stuck watching scooby doo and letting tv be his parent because no one else was around to do it. watching cartoons was probably the closest he could feel to being an actual child. john winchester die by my blade

right so. aside from the whole dean striking out with daphne as a last ditch attempt at performing heteronormativity, many people have already discussed the triangulation of desire happening here with dean-daphne-fred much more in-depth than i could, so i’m not gonna get into it but i just. dean... dean you’re so transparent. literally see-through. why was that whole car-racing scene so filled with homoerotic tension à la top gun?? i know why and you know why we all know why. also there’s THIS which is driving me absolutely off my gourd:

yeah, dean. tell us more about fred’s perfect hair, his can-do attitude, and his stupid ascot (which dean ends up wearing HIMSELF by the end of the attitude!!! love that triangulation!! love that sublimation of desire!! love that inherently bisexual conundrum of do i want to be him or be with him!!! delicious!!! (also worth noting, dean’s disparaging comments towards fred can be paralleled to velma’s disparaging comments towards sam... whom she ends up kissing at the end of the episode. just saying)

wonderful. i once led armies and now i’m paired with a scruffy philistine and a talking dog. this has nothing to do with dean i just love cas very much and he was golden in the episode. mans came back from syria where he got married to the djinn quinn as part of an elaborate scam. immediately goes down to the deancave further proving that he knows where it is when even sam who lives in the bunker didn’t. they are NESTING your honour!! also dean did compare cas to scooby which is. well i don’t know what it is except for dean’s constant reframing of cas as the most endearing/dorky creature regardless of how accurate it is(n’t).

“that was the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me. and that includes the cartwright twins.” followed by cas immediately staring at him and asking “what did you do with the cartwright twins.” and dean getting flustered and stammering while he makes a hasty exit. okay. maybe don’t bring up your past sexual escapades in front of your current love interest then!!!

just! the ending with tfw working together on solving the case!! i love them very much!! wholesome content!! 

“is that an ascot?” (beat) (strokes ascot sensually) “yes.” what IS this!!!! what am i WATCHING!!! you turn into your object of desire because it’s easier than admitting your desire to yourself when you’ve been so doggedly (ha) pursuing what you’re supposed to socially acceptably desire!!!

“dean. you’re not a talking dog.” just. the voice of a man who is completely exasperated and rethinking his decision to defy heaven for this particular human. first the cartwright twins and now this?? (and yet, cas... why did you make the book you were working on a romance book. why did the killer stuffed dinosaur have to be in love. supernatural is A Show with Characters)

but also just something about. dean having aggressive homoerotic tension with fred and then wearing the ascot himself. dean comparing cas to scooby the talking dog and then acting like scooby himself. you turn yourself into the object of desire so you never have to actualize that desire outside yourself i know the rituals are intricate i KNOW it--

#spn #dean winchester #deancas #destiel #spn meta #dean studies #listen don't @ me about the inherent homoeroticism of car races. my other fandom is trc. #scoobynatural #13x16 #ambra.txt #long post

[pureanonofficial]

Frozen Musical: Friday, September 10, 2021, 10 p.m. EST

By popular request, I am streaming this again! So I was pretty ambivalent on the Frozen musical — until this cast. This cast is perfection. Everyone in it is amazing and I cannot think of a single weak link. The show itself is pretty decent, but it’s really heightened by this cast. It’s such an enjoyable piece of theater.

Everyone in this cast is great, but I’ll name three standouts. Ciara Renee (Elsa) is a star. I can’t take my eyes off of her when she’s on stage. She’s got such great stage presence and is a wonderfully nuanced actor. McKenzie Kurtz (Anna) is wonderful. She has chemistry with everyone onstage and makes Anna really nuanced and interesting. This was only her first Broadway role, so I can’t wait to see where she goes from here. Despite the fact that Ciara and McKenzie only have a short time on stage together, their sisterly bond as Elsa and Anna is very apparent and compelling. Ryan McCartan (Hans) is amazing. His Hans is initially so dorky and charming, and you completely understand why Anna would fall for him so quickly. He’s also clearly a capable and charismatic leader, so you understand why the people would follow him. It makes for a wonderful contrast when Hans reveals his true colors.

I really cannot recommend this cast enough, it’s just so good and I hope you come to see it.

Link and password will be posted at 9:45 p.m.

#Frozen #Frozen the Musical #Frozen musical #my streams

[galaxygolfergirl]

Nobody: “Who are you thinking about?”

Me: “FRED JONES.”

I figured out a way to make his hair look less dorky looking. ❤️❤️❤️

@scoobydoominuscoobydoo @scoobydoomistakes @scoobydooaesthetics @bookishdruid @blue-pixiedust @elsastarlight @defyinggravity-elsa

#fred jones #scooby doo where are you #Scooby Doo #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #Scooby doo incorporated #frank welker #fraphne #frelma #redesign #artists on tumblr #fraggy

[nightships]

The Captain’s Cabin Part 1 (again)

It’s been ages, but @everything-person sent a kind ask about a broken link! I have a sneaky feeling tumblr didn’t like my shirtless edit of our fair Killian that I originally uploaded with the fic. There is ALMOST CERTAINLY a better way to do this, and maybe i’ll get the energy to go fix the links in the old posts, but in the meantime here’s a re-upload of chapter one! reminder that it’s also on ao3. check my “jess writes cs” tag for the rest.

“The Captain’s Cabin?”

Emma squinted up at the sign, covering her eyes to keep the morning light from turning her blind. It was a ridiculous name, if she said so herself. (Never mind that this was their first day in town, and she’d been the one to choose the place.)

“I don’t know about this,” she said, sliding her eyes back to the blonde girl at her side. “We could just get back in the car and find a nice, motel-side Arby’s.”

“We just spent five hours in the car, not counting the five minutes it took to find that parking spot, Emma,” Elsa whined, “If I don’t get to eat whatever it is I’m smelling right now, I think I might cry.”

Emma ceded, but only because the smell of fried seafood was calling to her too.

The two of them stepped out of the misty morning and into the little dockside restaurant, Emma shaking her hair out of her hooded anorak jacket and Elsa flinging her braid back over her shoulder. The lunch crowd was still milling about, mostly older citizens and young parents, and the two were only too happy to take their time finding seats. The walls were stained dark, as if the warm drizzle outside had penetrated the wood, and covered in weather-worn treasures that undoubtedly came from the nearby sea. One side of the small building stood on ground level, but the other seemed to stretch out toward the water. It was nice, Emma had to admit, nicer than the dorky sign on the front had led on.

The two of them chose seats at the end of the long bar, despite all earlier protests about sitting for any prolonged periods (ever again, Elsa had promised, one foot up on the dashboard and the other hanging out the passenger window.) Elsa busied herself tracing the faces of old sailors and fisherman pictured on the walls, while Emma watched the tide coming in.

It hardly looked pleasant out, but she was certain those little black blobs in the distance were boats. She ran her hand over the windowpane to get a clearer view and squinted again, trying to figure out exactly what kind of vessels had caught her attention.

“Can I help the both of you?”

Emma swiveled on the little barstool and found herself eye-level with a toothy, if welcoming, grin. The man was standing on the other side of the bar, his black shirt emblazoned with the same logo from the sign outside the restaurant. She had no idea how he snuck up on her like that, but Elsa answered him before she could voice her question back.

“You definitely can. We’ve been in the car for far too long, and we need food.”

“I’ll have to see if we’ve got any laying around, then,” he said with a bit of a laugh, seeming to relax into his smile as he regarded Emma more thoroughly. "Where are you traveling from?”

“Boston,” the both of them answered, tiredness coming through in Emma’s voice and restlessness coming through in Elsa’s.

He clicked his tongue and handed both of them menus, leaning a hip against the bar as he played with one of the bottles on the counter top. “Quite a long ways away, but at least you chose a beautiful day to come up. It’s not always this nice out.”

“You call this nice?” Emma chuckled, wrinkling her nose as she nodded toward the window. “It’s about to rain.” “On the contrary, lass. I’d reckon the sun’ll be out before you’ve finished your meal.” His smile was challenging her now, as if he was about to reach out into the air and ask her to shake on it.

“Speaking of,” Elsa said, swiveling her menu toward him and pointing at a dish. “Can I get this with curly fries?”

“There’s no way,” Emma said, shaking her head at the man. He was leaned over the counter, arms folded out in front of him. She thought she could see the beginnings of a tattoo on the inside of his arm but refused to inspect any further, knowing his eyes had been following her a little too closely already.

“Ah, but there is,” he sang out. “When you’ve lived here as long as I, you tend to get accustomed to the signs.”

"Nobody’s that good,” She pressed, crossing her arms in front of her. He’d been keeping them (well, keeping her,if Elsa’s less-than-subtle looks meant anything) company ever since they’d ordered a meal, and since then she’d come to know quite a bit about him. His name was Killian Jones, and it didn’t sound like an American name because it wasn’t. He and his brother had come over from the United Kingdom a few years ago and started up business here. They had a sailboat, of all things, moored out at the end of the restaurant’s dock, and that apparently gave him the ability to predict the weather. “You have to have checked an app, or something.”

He shook his head again, eyes sparkling as they regarded her. “I could show you, if you’d like,” he said, a bit of extra something in his voice as he made the offer. “Liam’s not quite done with your orders yet, and it won’t take long.”

Emma gave him a challenging look of her own, then, wondering just how many tourists got an invite out onto his sailboat while their meals were made ready. On the other hand, though, her legs weren’t nearly stretched enough after driving for so long, and she did like the idea of standing again.

“Oh, go do it,” Elsa said, tearing her straw wrapper into tiny little squares atop the bar. “I’ll wait here for when the food gets out.”

“See? She’ll wait here, for when the food gets out,” Killian said, sweeping his arm out toward Elsa and raising his brow at Emma. “Come on, Swan, don’t make a man beg.”

Again, Emma relented, but only because she would never hear the end of it from Elsa if she acted like going with him was a big deal.

“What made you pick Maine, of all places?”

They were both leaned against the rail of his sailboat (which was more than a little impressive, Emma grudgingly admitted. With something like this at her disposal, she’d probably spend a few cloudy days on the water, too) and watching the little town ferry pick up passengers from the neighboring dock. It’d made three trips since they came outside,  passengers snapping pictures and laughing at the sea spray when they passed over particularly large curls of wake.

“I could ask you the same,” he countered, twisting his neck to regard her. She didn’t remember him coming to stand so close, exactly, but then the past twenty minutes had gone by without her thinking of a single excuse to run back to Elsa. (It definitely had nothing to do with the way he seemed to talk about the sea like it was his first love, that was certain.)

“It’s different,” she told him with a small laugh. “We’re not moving in.”

“We didn’t think we were either, to be honest. Liam and I had plans to sail up and down the coast, to pack up every time we thought we were getting too rooted down.”

“Guess that worked out for the two of you,” Emma countered, nodding back toward the restaurant. “Big change of plans?”

“You could say that.” His smile turned wistful then, almost dreamlike, and Emma found herself watching him as he turned his eyes back to the sea. She couldn’t tell if it was the way the sun was now warming their faces or simply the way he was born, but the ocean seemed pooled right there in his eyes, too. He turned to her then, catching her off guard once more with his closeness. “I’ll wager your food’s waiting for you now, love.”

Surprisingly reluctant to leave the peaceful, salty air out on the docks, Emma nodded, letting him lead her back inside. Most of the lunch rush had taken off by then, and it was almost too easy to hear her friend’s voice carrying through the restaurant as they stepped back through the doorway.

“- she’s not really my sister, even though she looks it, but we always take this big sisterly road trip in the spring to celebrate meeting each other. She pretends she hates long trips, but I know that - Emma!”

Emma’s eyes widened considerably as she saw her friend chatting up a dark-haired stranger, one whose head looked exactly like Killian’s from the angle she had on him. He turned then, a lighter shade of blue eyes meeting hers. He was wearing the same shirt as Killian, too, but all brotherly resemblance ended below eye level.

“You must be Emma,” the man said, straightening up off the barstool and reaching out a large, square hand. “Liam Jones, privilege to be at your services today.”

Emma could see Elsa’s bright eyes behind him, switching frantically between delight and panic. She had always been terrible at improvisation, especially when it came to someone she wanted to impress. Emma only smiled and shook his hand warmly, not missing the gigantic plate of curly fries that Elsa had placed between them. (She didn’t miss the look Liam gave to Killian, either, but she found herself wishing she’d seen it from Elsa’s perspective instead. As it was, he was standing too close to her for her to see.)

“Nice to meet you. Are you the one I need to thank for the sandwich waiting over at my seat?”

“I am, especially since my second-in-command was nowhere to be found,” Liam said pointedly, aiming his smirk at her instead of his brother this time. She managed not to blush, but there was no hiding the snort that came from Elsa at her seat.

Seeing the food on her plate reminded Emma of their reason for visiting, and she found herself lingering there long after her plate held nothing but crumbs, swapping travel stories with the two men who held the sea in their eyes. It was comfortable, just as much as her ride together with Elsa had been, and suddenly she found herself wondering what else they might have missed if they hadn’t pulled off the interstate to fuel up in the little seaside town.

(Elsa, for all her part, wasn’t even trying to be subtle as she offered Liam the last long curly fry on her plate, complaining when he told her it’d be ungentlemanly to take anything more from her plate than he already had. Her argument was that he’d made them, after all, and deserved to spend a little time savoring the dishes he made. They didn’t even notice it when Killian snuck the thing off her plate and ate it himself.)

“So,” Killian finally asks, stepping up to tackle the question they’d all been dancing around, “How long are the both of you in town?”

"Oh, we only planned on stopping for a few-” Emma felt the point of Elsa’s shoe dig into her shin then, effectively cutting her off before she could say anything drastic. Emma swiveled back and gave her just as deliberate and obvious a look, wondering what the hell had gotten into her.

“A few days. Maybe a week or two,” Elsa supplied, sipping at her water and refusing to meet Emma’s eyes. “We don’t really have to be back any time soon.”

Emma let it go after a moment, but only because she didn’t want that to be the last smile she saw on Killian Jones’ face.

#jess writes cs #the captain's cabin #captain swan ff #captain swan au #cs modern au #jess writes fic #TAGS FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE #jeez i feel old and dusty #but here you go!

[tawneybel]

Imagine Zeltrax letting you borrow Deadwood.

You heard nobody had bothered to release Devin after the demonstration. When you went to help him, you were in for a surprise. Instead of your dorky classmate, there was Zeltrax. Duking it out with Elsa. To your amazement, the tree metamorphosed into a monster.

Maybe it ate Devin?

If you turned your head slightly, you would have seen him hiding behind another tree. Unlike you, who were standing out in the open. Rooted to the ground in your admiration of Deadwood.

***

“I am at your command!”

The voice came from within the countenance, which looked frozen in a wail. His bark twisted beautifully. His eyes looked like dimly lit green lights. Instead of a face, his head was covered by a vertical oval made of the same material.

“How am I supposed to...?”

You made a crude gesture. Zeltrax laughed. Tendrils began to emerge from Deadwood’s hollow. One giant hand made a come-hither motion.

“Can you make me gape like that maw?” you asked in disbelief, taking a step forward.

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[hiccanna-tidbits]

Okay, so I have another ask: What are your other ships? Like, besides moarida, hisccanna and jackunzel (if u have more). It could be crossovers or not! I'm just curious hahah 😊

And maybe NOTP if u have any?

Have a nice day/night! 💕

Hi again! <3 My other CGI crossover ships are Eugelsa, Sweet Tooth (Toothiana x Bunnymund), Vaniro (but ONLY in an AU with an aged-up Vanellope because their canon age difference is pretty awkward and uncomfy), Ramaari, Eep x Guy, Johnny x Mavis, and Agduna!

Some other pairings that I like but don’t hardcore ship or anything are HiJack, Elstrid, Elsamaren, Rydoff, and Pithel (Pitch x Gothel)! I kind of like Cassunzel from TTS as well, but I’m too hardcore Team Jackunzel to really get into it XD I like the idea of Meripunzel as a one-sided crush, because I can defs see Merida being kind of into Punzel and I like the idea that her kinda-rivalry with Jack is partly fueled by jealousy XD I also am fond of Flynnzel and Hiccstrid as well, but I tend to not ship them in a crossover context because I’m just always gonna pick Jackunzel and Hiccanna when given the choice lmao

NoTPs? Oh boy...I have kind of a lot because I’m a judgmental fuck XD But I’ll censor them here so they don’t pop up on the ship tags. I think my top NoTPs at the moment are J/elsa and Hicc/elsa because they both just...make no sense to me??? Like I see Elsa as being mostly into women anyway, but her type of men would just like...NOT be Jack and Hiccup, imo. Especially Jack--like there’s such a huge maturity difference there, and the ship itself is so shallow to me. Like 90% of the time people ship them solely for ice powers and it’s just kinda :/ :/ :/ And with Hiccup I just do not see Elsa being into dorky, awkward guys??? Like it seems like her maternal instinct would kick in, and I honestly can’t see her viewing guys like this as a romantic option. Besides, Elsa is not Hiccup’s type at ALL--he seems to be into exuberant, energetic masculine women, which Elsa is just...not at all??? Tbh I think both Jack and Hiccup would find Elsa to be kind of a wet blanket. ALSO Merida x Any male character tbh because I can’t NOT see her as a lesbian and I just can’t really imagine a world in which she is romantically interested in men at all lol. I think among the mxf Merida pairings Mer/iccup is probably the one I mind the LEAST, since Hiccup seems like he’d be her type if she WAS into men, but even there...I see Merida paired with any boy and I’m like “I just Do Not see it” *shrugs* I also tend to dislike Hicc/unzel because I just find it kinda boring??? Like they’re too similar for me to get into the idea of a romance between them, and they very much have Sibling Energy to me. That, and I feel like Hiccanna kinda has their would-be romantic dynamic but like...better XD

Tbh I also really detest Krist/anna (I had a whole post ranting about it a while back lmao) because imo their development was super rushed and Kristoff kind of went from being a condescending jerk to Anna to liking her out of nowhere??? And in the second movie he like...is obsessed with her and barely has any personality outside of his relationship with her and it’s just kinda Yikes to me. Also I don’t think he really “grounds” Anna in the way she needs like??? He tries to tell her she’s wrong by being rude and talking down to her (like when he shames her for marrying Hans like...10 minutes after they meet??? He’s not WRONG, but it’s not really appropriate to give a near-stranger a hard time about their relationship) and tbh I think Hiccup would just be able to ground Anna in a much more respectful and sensitive way while also not being afraid to call her on her bullshit when she’s being dumb. I also dislike Mo/ariel a lot because lowkey it strikes me as the femslash J/elsa like...people only seem to ship them because “OMG OCEAN!!!” and Ariel doesn’t even really want to be in the ocean anyways like??? Also even though they’re the same age, Ariel is pretty immature compared to Moana, and she claims to love a guy she’s never even spoken to, which Mo would just roll her eyes at. I’ll admit it’s partly personal bias here because I’ve always disliked Ariel and I love Moana with all my soul, but I just cannot get behind Mo/ariel at all.

So there you have it!!! Sorry to rant so much about my NoTPs, I just got mad and couldn’t stop typing XD Please don’t flay me if I don’t like your ship D: I’m tryna be respectful and keep anti-ship posts out of the ship tags because ship wars are dumb and I don’t think it really helps anyone to argue over ships when people already kinda have their minds made up about what they do and don’t ship.

Always taking more ship-related asks on this blog!!!

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