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huhcat · 3 months

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There's something in the stars...

~An Eyeless Jack x Reader oneshot.~

Hello, yes, this is my first ever oneshot... My first ever thing to write, to be honest. I am new to all this, plus English isn't my first language and yada yada yada. I am sorry if this is awkward or not to your liking. I will do my best to improve!

Anyhow

Summary: EJ and you go stargazing! Yippee!

Genre: Fluff, platonic friends (maybe a bit of feelings for each other? Oh?) Also, a little angst, but just a smidge. It's like just a mention, but only because Jack is blind. ;;

It was a quiet night, the wind blowing softly as it carried the scent of the pine trees in the forest. Crickets and toads sang their melodies in between the bushes and ponds, signaling that the night had come.

As they strolled down a path, y/n and Jack looked around, him explaining every single detail he knew about which plants and trees they saw along the trail. They would constantly stop and discuss herbology before they kept walking to their destined place.

A few minutes passed when they reached a clear in the forest. They walked to the middle of it and gently sat down on the grass, Y/N laying down before Jack did, as they both looked at the stars.

"This isn't my forte, you know?" Asked Jack.

"I know. That's why I brought this book about constellations! I may know some basics, but it doesn't hurt to learn a bit more!" Y/N exclaimed cheerily.

Pulling the book out of their backpack, Y/N opened the cover to check the book notes before finding which constellations they wanted to see.

"I suppose you at least know the Ursa Major, no?" They asked, still checking the book's notes on the constellations. "You mean the most common constellation?" Jack replied sarcastically.

Y/N sat up and slowly looked at him, giving him an annoyed look before speaking again, "Jack, please."

"What? Can I not ask?" He replied humorously. "Anyhow, what else does the book say? Does it only talk about superficial stuff?" Jack asked again, "Because there is no way you insisted this much of coming to the clear just to talk about the Big Dipper."

"Of course not!" Y/N replied. "This is the time of the year that the Canis Major appears! I've been meaning to see it for a while now." They spoke excitedly. "Plus, there are other constellations, like Gemini or Monoceros. And..." they checked the book's notes again. "... And Columba, Puppis, Auriga..."

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're a star nerd." Jack laughed. Y/N chuckled with him, playfully hitting his shoulder, "Not a nerd, just passionate."

Jack chuckled softly, his voice a hum more than anything. Y/N cleared their throat before burying their face back on the book before exclaiming again.

"Oh! Camelopardalis is also visible!" Y/N said excitedly, momentarily taking Jack off-guard. "The what now?" He asked once he relaxed. "Camelopardalis, that's Latin for giraffe. It is a constellation named that way because it looks like, well, a giraffe." They chuckled.

Y/N raised their head from the book excitedly, looking up at the clear sky to find the constellation. "Ah, the sky is so clear tonight..." they sighed. "Is it?" Jack asked in a whisper. "Absolutely. I think you would love it." Y/N said, looking at his mask-covered face tenderly.

"Does it, y'know... Does it bother you not being able to see?" Y/N asked, their smile faltering as they wondered why Jack accepted to go stargazing if he was blind. "Not really. I have gotten used to it with time." He muttered nonchalantly. "I think I also don't miss it too much since I compensate it with being able to smell and hear good, I guess."

"Oh, you really do overcompensate..." Y/N whispered, returning to silence for a minute, before whispering.

"Thank you."

"What for?" Jack asked.

"For still wanting to accompany me despite all that... Sometimes, I feel selfish considering... well, what you had to go through." Y/N sighed, looking down as they played with the book's pages. "I appreciate it a lot."

Jack hummed, nodding in approval. He really wasn't a words guy, but he did express himself with small gestures. This was more of a "Don't even mention it" kind of gesture.

They remained in silence for a while, Y/N looking at the book, then up to the sky as they enjoyed this moment of silence. Jack was entranced by the sounds of the forest and the scent the wind carried, listening to the owls, the crickets... Y/N's heartbeat...

They both enjoyed this type of moment, each doing their own thing, just enjoying their quiet company.

"Hey, Jack?" Y/N asked, receiving another hum from his part. "I think it's getting late... Would you like to return to the cabin and drink some tea?"

Jack remained quiet for a second, slightly intimidating Y/N with the mask's blank expression. "Sure. Let's go." He said, then steadily got up, lowering his hand to help Y/N up.

Now, as the night seemed to turn into twilight, they both took the same path back to the cabin Jacked lived in.

Though the day was coming, neither of them felt tired. Y/N didn't because they were enjoying this time with Jack, and despite him also enjoying this time with them, Jack didn't really need sleep. It is a sort of win-win situation in these sorts of occasions.

Back on his cabin, Y/N got the thermos with hot water out of their backpack, along with one cup for them, and a couple of tea bags they knew were to Jack's liking, one for them, and one for him. As they were in his cabin, Jack brought his from the kitchen.

And as the sky turned orange once dawn arrived, they both sat peacefully on the couch, still enjoying each other's quiet company.

#eyeless jack #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x reader #oneshot #(idk how to use tags I am so sorry!)

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scribesynnox · 15 days

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Ohhhhhh MAN.

@somerandomdudelmao For someone who claims to be “horrible at naming things”, you have been hitting banger names for your characters, they have ALL hit the mark, every single time.

We’ve got Satellite, the satellite moon for the crew. Scultptor, whose name is INCREDIBLY ominous given his very sharp surgical tools and his ease in modifying people’s bodies without their consent. Ain, who’s definition I still haven’t worked out yet because there’s actually a bunch of different definitions for him, but I’m hoping it’s the Hebrew definition because it would be SO fucking funny you don’t understand. Ain as in “eye” or “to see”. Lmao. But also as an extension, it means “to understand and obey” and that fits with the whole “Sculptor’s assistant” thing. Elliptica, the Moon princess of her network, she who covers the sun and turns the sky dark with her presence, with a possible second definition of being “elliptical, difficult to understand”. Likely her name is just in reference to the Ellipse though cuz of the moon thing. Holly, from the Sea Temple, out here protecting Ward and WARD!! My man, my cautious astronaut bodyguard. Poor man went from a verb to a noun and he’s not having a good time with the transition. To ward into a ward. And there’s Alcor, the brighter star of the binary system in the Ursa Major constellation, and uh, speaking of the second half of this duo system. And the whole reason I started this post in the first place.

Oscar! The guy ever, love this himbo. I thought, “man! These names have all been zingers every time with in-depth meanings and foreshadow behind them! Gee, I wonder if it’s the same for Oscar!” AND UH.

RAN.

RANDO.

CASS.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

WHAT DOES IT MEAN RAN?? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN???!!

And!! Because I was on a roll with the names, I looked up Alcor and found the name of the other star, Mizar. Went, “I know Oscar’s name is Oscar, but if he’s supposed to be the Mizar to Alcor, I wonder if THIS name means anything.” AND!!!!

FORGOTTEN? NEGLECTED ONE?? NEGLECTED ONE???? I’ve been wondering how Oscar relationship with his parents are, since we already know that he’s a fantastic older brother to his siblings AND THEN I SEE THIS??? Ominous. But also!! Mizar means apron/cover/wrapping and all that other stuff so is it an indication for Oscar shielding Alcor? Or stifling him? Protecting him from the “dirty” work like an apron, or muffling him under a wrapper?

Though it is interesting how Alcor is the brighter star between the two of them. Cue Treasure Planet moment between Alcor and Oscar, and Oscar giving the “catching some of the light coming off of ya” speech to Alcor, I would just CRY.

All of these may mean nothing. Or it may mean EVERYTHING, and I am vibrating in place to see what happens next.

#marble sky #my posts #OH MY GOD RAN WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!!!#GOD SPEAR #CHAMPION WARRIOR #DEER LOVER #DO ANY OF THESE THINGS APPLY TO OSCAR?!!!????!!?!?#frothing at the mouth #I’m so excited to see more #this is fun :)#I’m having a great time

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caelum-et-ocean · 1 year

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what stuff do you associate with me

like colours,characters,foods ect!!

HMMM

Colors:

- DEFINITELY mint green and pastel pink!!!

- Also hints of cerulean (around #98B4D4) and sea foam green (around #9FE2BF)

Characters:

- Asra (Arcana) and Solomon (OMSWD)!! haha silly sorcerer dudes

- Caelum (Redacted)

- Luke (OMSWD)

Food:

- Honestly i don’t really know </3

- You give me the vibes of lychee (the fruit not artificial flavor) and peach milk tea with whipped cream

- Also Sprite. idk what my explanation for this one is 😭

- Gala apples, same thing as the above

Animal(s):

- Moon jellyfish!! Mostly because of your themes with names since both yours, your OCs, and this silly creature’s name all have relation to something in space

(random fact: the moon jelly’s scientific name is the aurelia aurita!!)

- Cats/kittens

Other random stuff: (idk the reasoning for most of these bear with me here 😭)

- Ursa Minor, specifically Pherkad (one of the stars in the constellation)

- Sundays and Thursdays

- Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

- Pink music notes

#the random stuff column makes me remember how odd my mind is when it comes to associating things together qwq #calypso answers🌙#luna🎑

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when-the-bug · 1 year

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hii we’re a system of primarily fictives, collective pronouns he/they/she/it. call us bug if ur not sure who’s fronting, because we’re the bug system! like when u lift up a rock and there’s lots of little bugs underneath. thats what u see if u lift up our brain.

a couple of members have their own blogs (which ur free to ask about), but only a few. this is not our main blog, but is our main “system” blog where we’re out abt being plural. if u know any of our other blogs then. cool i guess? have fun with that information.

feel free to send asks or anythin talkin with a specific member. we’re always happy to chat abt stuff n things.

names, pronouns, and emoji signatures for everyone under the cut:

🕸️ Achilles (it/he) 🐏 Mikey (it/he + neos) 🌱 Bdubs (he/they/bug/it) 🦷 Bear (xe/it/he) 🐄 Beef (he/him) 🐇 Bunny (she/her) 🗝️ Cellbit (he/him) 🪐 Daniel (he/him) 🌧️ Etho (xe/it/they/kit) 💣 fWhip (it/he/xe) 🪶 Grian (he/they) 🗡️ Hels (he/it) 🐕 Jimmy (he/they/pup) 📎 Joe (all pronouns) 🐺 Joel (they/it) 🪴 Joel (they/them) ⚡ Joel (He/Him) 🐈‍⬛ Mae (she/it/they/he) 👑 Martyn (he/him) 🦠 Mikey (it/he + neos) 🥔 Mumbo (he/him) 💥 Nuke (they/he/star/ae) 🦚 Oli (he/they/she) 🍓 Ophelia (she/fae) 🦊 Pebble (he/it/they/kit) 🦙 Pix (ve/vem) 🦴 Pix (he/ey) 🌌 Ray (all neos) 🕷️ Roier (he/she) 🔥 Tango (ce/it/tek/1t) 🐻 Teddy (he/him) ⚔️ Wels (he/fae) 🟡 Zam (he/ze/zam) 🐑 Zedaph (he/she)

🥦 goo gang sub-system: 🥦 Charlie (he/it) [host] 🟩 Slime (he/it/slime) 🟢 Gegg (gegg/he/it/slime) 🌊 Gillion (he?they?it) 🔹 William (he/they/she) 🐌 Peter (he/him) ✨ ursa major sub-system: ✨ Nate (he/they) [host] 🐶 Grizz (he/they/it) 🐍 Kian (she/they/he) 🪼 Caspian (sie/sier) 💥 Dakota (he/she) 🔮 Rumi (any/all) 🩸 Arthur (he/him)

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maria021015 · 4 days

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SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 27 AHEAD!

“Oh, as if you didn’t figure that out yourself?” Lydia looked at Zaida sceptically. The brunette had just told her what Deaton had discovered the day before as they walked through the school halls on Monday morning. “Come on, Zaida think. What is the common pattern with Greek last names?”

“Usually they tell you what your ancestors worked as or where you’re descended from. Like ‘Eliopoulos’ means my dad’s side was from the Peloponnesian islands.” Zaida answered, unsure of where the redhead was going with this.

“It can also be derived from the name of an ancestor, right?” Lydia prompted. “Know any famous Callistas?”

“Not Callista…but the name is commonly interchangeable with Callisto.” The pieces fell together. “The daughter of King Lyacon. It was never specified what kind, but she was a nymph - well in one of many versions of the story, she was. Callisto was a part of Artemis’ hunt until Zeus took a fancy to her and she ended up transformed into a bear, and then the stars. It’s the myth behind the Ursa Major constellation. You don’t think that means…?”

“That you’re descended from mythological Arcadian royalty? No. That you’re descended from a long line of nymphs that took the name? Quite possibly.” Lydia nodded.

“That means it ran in my maternal bloodline…Mom could have been like me.” Zaida pointed out, chewing slightly on her bottom lip as she thought. “Xander has a book of Ancient Greek myths in his room at the apartment. Maybe there’s something there. Afterall, he knew about this stuff. God, I wish I could get a hold of the Bestiary.”

“And why can’t you?” The redhead questioned.

“Stiles is convinced that if the Argents find out about me, they’ll kill me. Whilst I think he’s definitely being dramatic, I also didn’t think Allison would shoot me in the leg and yet here we are.” Zaida smiled sarcastically, still not over it at all.

“I’m not going to tell you to get over it, because that would be mean and insensitive-” Lydia hummed.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ here,” Zaida interjected sharply.

“But, I am going to tell you that you need to sort it out with her. You don’t have to forgive you, and you don’t have to be friends again. You do need to learn how to co-exist, for the sake of the group - or pack, or whatever you wanna call it.”

“I don’t even think she even wants to be in the group anymore. She’s avoided all of us so far, and she broke up with Scott. The only person she’s still talking to is you .” Zaida shot back, spying the girl they were talking about down the hall as she swapped her books out from her locker.

“Don’t get jealous. I’ve already told you, if I had to take sides, I’d pick yours.” The redhead bumped her hip into Zaida playfully.

“But babe, I want you all to myself,” Zaida whined exaggeratively as she jested, slinging an arm around the girl’s shoulders.

“Look, Allison’s keeping her distance to figure herself out and cut out that dark part of her for good, just like you told her to. She went too far and she knows it.” Lydia explained. “Do you think there’s a chance that you might be able to move past what happened? And it’s okay if you say no.”

“If she really does change, then maybe, eventually, I might be able to move past it. But I don’t think it will ever go back to how it was before.” Zaida answered honestly. Truth was, she was a forgiving person when it was earned. However, once she’d been burned once, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to allow it to happen again.

“I’m not going to lie and say I don’t miss our little trio, because I really do. But I understand that something like that would be really hard to forget.” Lydia acknowledged Zaida’s situation in a far more empathetic way than she would have when they had first met. Surprisingly, the redhead was a far more forgiving person than anyone would expect. Though Zaida supposed she’d had to be to date Jackson for so long and still want to remain friends with him and Allison after everything the two had done to her. On the note of Jackson…

“How is Jackson doing, by the way?” She asked, not having seen the boy’s Porsche in its usual parking spot this morning.

“He’s taking a few days to process everything that happened…and everything that he did.” Lydia shrugged. “He’s doing as well as he can be under the circumstances.”

Zaida nodded slowly, feeling a twinge of sympathy towards the boy. She still thought he was a raging asshole, but it would be difficult to black out with no control of your actions only to then find out you were responsible for multiple homicides. “Is he still thinking about leaving?” She asked. The last Zaida had heard, the boy was considering leaving to escape the painful memories that were now coming back in flashes since gaining his freedom.

“I’m trying to talk him out of it, but he’s pretty hell-bent on moving.” The redhead grimaced and swiftly changed the subject. “What about Isaac? Is he still thinking about splitting?”

“No, he’s decided to stay.” Zaida shook her head, shifting her backpack higher up over her shoulder.

“I wonder why.” Lydia hummed suggestively with a sly smirk and Zaida rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you start too,” She huffed. “I’ve already heard it all from Stiles.”

“Well, he’s right. Isaac is super into you. Why not go for it?” The redhead urged her excitedly. “Come on, don’t you remember how happy you were when you told me he’d asked you to Winter Formal?!”

“I just don’t feel the same anymore. In a way, I don’t even feel like the same person as I was back then. So much has happened. So much has changed .” Zaida struggled to explain how she felt about the situation. “I think maybe I just need to focus on myself for a bit, you know? Find out who and what I am - which is why I really need to get my hands on that damned Bestiary.”

Lydia’s green eyes glinted as she realised something. “You don’t need to talk to the Argents to get a hold of the Bestiary. How’d you get it in the first place?”

“How the hell did I not think of that?” Zaida scolded herself, slapping her palm over her face and hooking her arm through Lydia’s with an innocent smile. “Lyds, do you wanna help me steal a supernatural encyclopedia from the deadliest family in Beacon Hills?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” The redhead grinned broadly.

Coming up with a plan to get both Allison and Chris away from the house had been hard. Getting away from Stiles after school without arousing suspicion had been harder. Lydia had spent lunch distracting the huntress while Zaida ventured into the carpark, located the girl’s Mazda, and slashed her left tires in a way that could have been an accident, but also would be enough to raise suspicions. Surely enough, after Zaida convinced Stiles she and Lydia were having a girl’s night out, she saw Allison crouching by her car talking on the phone and looking around warily. Step one was a success.

“Okay, let’s go. We won’t have long.” Zaida whispered to Lydia as she waited eagerly for the redhead to unlock her Beetle. Zaida got into the passenger seat and shut the door behind her. “Drive!”

Zaida had never seen Lydia break the road rules before - and she still hadn’t, but the redhead had certainly ridden the cusp of the speed limit and taken several fast turns to get to the Argent’s household. “Okay, I’m thinking we can climb that tree and take that upper branch onto the roof. From there we can sneak around to Allison’s bedroom window. She usually keeps that unlocked - or at least she used to, to let Scott in.” Zaida strategised, pointing out her planned path of entry as they pulled up a little further down the road to hide Lydia’s car behind the neighbours’. As they’d hoped, Chris Argent’s car was nowhere to be seen. Step two of their plan - lure Chris away from the house - had gone swimmingly.

“Or, we could go through the front door like normal people?” Lydia suggested, holding up a silver key on her keychain.

“Since when do you have a key for Allison’s house?” Zaida scrunched her brows.

“Since she gave me the spare to pick something up. I forgot to give it back.” The redhead shrugged. “Didn’t you ever wonder how I got into Allison’s room that day you two got me to translate the pages on the Kanima?”

“Oh, I never actually questioned that, though I probably should have.” Zaida tilted her head, pushing the car door open and climbing out. “In my defence, we were a little preoccupied with finding out Jackson was being mind-controlled.”

Lydia led the way up the Argent’s driveway and inserted the key into the lock, letting both of them into the house. “We’ve got to be fast. It probably won’t be long before they get back home.” The redhead warned, and Zaida didn’t need to be told twice. She took the stairs up to Allison’s room two at a time, pushing through the half-open door to find the room half-empty and stacks of cardboard boxes littered the floor.

“What the hell?” She stood and stared as Lydia came up behind her. “Did Allison tell you she was moving?”

“No, she didn’t mention anything,” Lydia replied in a quiet voice, taken aback by the sight.

“Whatever, we don’t have time for this.” Zaida sighed and rummaged through the items on the brunette’s desk, finding her laptop beneath a pile of clothes. The brunette pulled it out and opened it. “You wouldn’t happen to know her password, would you?”

“Afraid not,” The strawberry-blond shook her head, taking a seat beside Zaida on the end of Allison’s bed, which was half crowded with boxes.

Zaida suddenly remembered a similar conversation that had occurred months ago. “Let me try something…” She mumbled and her fingers danced across the keyboard, filling in the username and password.

“Her username and password are both ‘Scott’.” Lydia snorted and Zaida grinned.

“And we’re in,” Zaida muttered and searched for the Bestiary, finding it quickly with Allison’s well-organised filing system. She opened the girl’s email account and addressed a new message to herself, attaching the file. The loading bar appeared and started to fill at a dreadfully slow pace. “This might take longer than we thought.”

The bar was only loaded about halfway when the sound of a loud engine grew louder as a car approached, cutting off when it reached the front of the house. “Zaida, you might want to hurry up.” Lydia’s green eyes widened.

“I can’t exactly control that.” The brunette hissed, her gaze honing in on the ever so slowly loading file as if watching it would help it go faster. The sound of keys in the front door alerted them to the Argent’s impending arrival. “Come on, come on, faster… ”

“Zaida,” Lydia whispered in warning as Chris and Allison’s voices floated up from the stairwell.

The bar inched closer and closer to the opposite end and both girls counted the numbers as the percentage jumped. 75%. 85%. 90%. 96%. 99%. “Okay, it’s done!” Zaida cheered in hushed tones and sent it, waiting for her phone to chime before she deleted the evidence from the huntress’ computer just as footsteps could be heard thudding up the stairs. She slipped the laptop back under that pile of clothes on the desk and jumped backward. “The window?” Zaida mouthed the suggestion as those footsteps grew closer, cutting off their exit point. Lydia looked at her as if she was crazy and took the lead as the door opened wider and Allison walked in.

“Allison! We’ve been waiting for you for ages!” Lydia exclaimed, plastering a broad smile onto her face as she greeted the girl enthusiastically, leaving Zaida to fake a half-smile as well. Zaida had never been great at hiding her true emotions, and it was obvious she didn’t want to be there as Allison looked at them in surprise.

“How’d you get in?” The girl asked them, her thin brows furrowing.

“I still have your spare house key.” The redhead shrugged and flashed the item and offered it to the girl, looking around pointedly at the boxes around the place. “Though it looks like you’ll be needing it back. When were you going to tell us you’re leaving?”

“I’m not leaving, just moving. We decided to sell the house. There are too many memories here. We’re renting an apartment downtown.” Allison took the key and stuck it into her back pocket, crossing her arms over her chest and locking her jaw, obviously uncomfortable talking about it. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to check in on you,” Lydia answered sympathetically with kind eyes.

“Really?” Allison asked sceptically, her eyes flittering to where Zaida stood almost hopefully.

“I didn’t,” Zaida interjected and straightened up, preparing to make a scene by storming out. “I came because Lydia told me we were going to grab burgers.”

“I’m really sorry for what I did to you, Zaida. I honestly am, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, but I need you to know that I will regret it for the rest of my life. Thank you for trying to stop me. You were being a good friend, and what I did was uncalled for and awful. If I could go back…I would have listened to you.” Allison said hurriedly, trying to stop her from leaving.

Zaida stood and stared at her blankly for a few moments, not quite knowing how to respond. As far as apologies went, it was Allison’s best so far. The girl seemed genuinely remorseful. “You want my forgiveness? Prove it. Do better.” Zaida said and walked towards the door, pausing for a moment as something in her stomach tugged at her. “I’m sorry you lost your mom. I know what it’s like, and it sucks.”

“Yeah,” Allison whispered in a hoarse voice, and Zaida didn’t need to turn around to know that the girl was teary. “It does.”

#teenwolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fanfic #teenwolf #teen wolf #stiles x oc #stiles stilinski #stiles #lydia martin #allison argent #female oc #female original character

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rollie-rolerson · 5 months

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My trip to California !

December 19th, 2023 - started writing at 2:17 AM

The trip started at 5 AM on Friday, that was when I left on my eons-long road trip to California.

I wasn't really feeling that tired, I actually didn't get any sleep (had an awful headache until I had some tea mere minutes before I was supposed to wake up and get ready)

We packed some blankies if any of us needed to lay down, but I knew I might've not been able to sleep so just in case I packed up some study guides and an encyclopedia to read in the car. For the most part I just stared at the window listening to music because we drive through a very dark desert so I got to watch Orion set as Ursa Major was above me while Libra was rising to my east.

When the sun was rising I was definitely eager to see some major star in Scorpius appear as a very faint dot but I guess not lol (the sun should be in ophiuchus right now, not too far from antares, but im impatient to see my favorite constellation)

We went on the route we'd usually take when we go to Big Bear, mainly because less traffic, so we went through San Bernardino I think? Halfway I started getting really tired and giddy to the point where I was laughing at trees for no reason LOL (and me imagining TSSOA California being a rebellious teenager)

The main point of the trip was to visit my relatives at a cemetery near Los Angeles. And it was nice having breaky with them over at a Denny's. I had some chicken tendies and. fries with ketchupie and. ranchie idk WHAT IM SAYING LOL and I felt like my tired sleepy side was definitely catching up to me (I'm not one to be a part of conversations 😭 im kinda shy tbh)

After that we drove about 30-40 mins to the California Science Center, one of my favorite places to be haha because THEY GOT SOME SPACECRAFT MODELS!!! and can't forget Endeavour herself :D

^^ some of my favorite models that they have. when i went here for the first time i remember i was so happy to see hubble and juno

They also had this area where you could use NASA's Eyes on Earth software and it was really cool because they projected the satellites and earth onto a sphere so it was like you could actually view it

ICESat-2 :D (seeing it made me feel so giddy)

they had so many cool goobers there, even if one of them's a giant space boat <3 (they had a timeline of space shuttle missions and seeing CGRO made me feel happy, i have the mission patch btw lol)

NOW IT'S OFF TO THE GRIFFITH OBSERVATORY !!!

and this time we got to park much closer to the observatory, and we didnt walk eons and eons down the road LOL.

It was a lot more crowded this time but that was probably because it was later and so people might have come to use the telescope at the top of the building.

I see what they did there. Nice one. (That's the California Nebula on the left lol. Yes, it's a real name and it's in Perseus)

The view from when we left was really pretty,,I love going to these kinds of places :sob: but now im back in good ol' desert Arizona (came back early on saturday) but I LOVE GOI

i think im runnin out of space here so ill continue into some other stuff in another post

December 19th, 2023 - finished writing/posted at 3:18 AM

#museums #trip #logbook

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citrussolis · 4 years

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Sometimes I like to think that ursa started taking the blue spirit posters when he was still wanted. She doesn't know why (memory erased by the mother of faces) but she has dreams of masks hanging behind a painting, of sitting in a luxurious theatre not like the one in the village, of a girl sleeping aggainst Ursa's shoulder, of two small but wide golden eyes taking everything in. It could be anyone, but people in the acting troop talk about how strange it is. Why someone would free the avatar. Why the blue spirit of all the characters.

Ursa doesn't think he's crazy, for whatever reason.

#avatar spoilers #avatar comics #atla comics #ursa #atla ursa #the blue spirit #zuko #azula #this is so shitty forgive me i just woke up #like literally just woke up #noren #ikem #ozai is a bastard #mother of faces #i cant remeber her comic run name off of the top of my head : <#avatar #avatar renaissance #I KNOW HER FAKE NAME ISNT URSA BUT #i like the name ursa because stars and stuff

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rwprincess · 3 years

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Head Over Feet (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader)

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Synopsis: What’s that sound? It’s another anachronistic Brian Johnson songfic! (Based on Alanis Morissette’s Head Over Feet) You’re one of Bender’s trash-punk friends and things change drastically when he brings the scrawny brain from detention with him to meet you all. Set up in snippets, your relationship develops with Brian, even if you weren’t really looking for a relationship.

CW: Teenage smoking (including reader), swearing, parental abuse (being being kicked out), sexism, angst and fluff

“This is Johnson,” Bender indicated the boy he brought along to your group’s spot under the bleachers.

“Brian, please.” The kid corrected. You eyed the gangly youth from top to bottom; in his sweater over a crisply-ironed collared shirt and khakis, he definitely didn’t fit in here with you all. You’d be called grungy punks at best. You didn’t think any of you even owned an iron and crisp definitely wasn’t your style. You blew out a puff of smoke, exhaling the nicotine from your lungs and shifted your gaze to Bender, wondering what he was at with this. He wasn’t the best guy, but pranking this preppy little nerd by bringing him down to your hangout? That seemed beneath him.

“You, uh, running some kinda charity here, Bender? We’re not exactly Make-A-Wish material, kid.” Scorch told the blonde dweeb and you snorted at the thought.

“Shut the fuck up,” was all Bender said in response. The rest of the twenty minutes of Brian Johnson standing there was of course, incredibly awkward and it was clear to everyone that he didn’t fit in. But that didn’t stop him from coming back a week later. And again a few days after that. And again and again until, well, that dork had grown on the lot of you. While he didn’t partake in cigarette smoking like most of you, he did take Bender up on his weed on several occasions and was actually really funny while high. He did weirdly spot-on impressions and had a sense of humor that none of your group had anticipated.

And, as much as you would vehemently deny it, you liked him when he was sober, too. He was incredibly smart and helpful and while his jokes were different without marijuana in his system, he could be amusing. That first awkward encounter was back in March, maybe April. But now you spent time with him without the convenience of school pulling you together. Now it was June and you sought to spend time with him, even without the group. Tonight, you were laying in a field not far from the high school, just the two of you. You liked to listen to him ramble on about the constellations and the myths about why they were named as they were. You remembered liking that as a kid, but you didn’t remember most of the stories. You knew you could ask him questions about the actual stars, too. Like, the science of it, and he would know. But you’d rather let him ramble and tackle one subject at a time. Even though he focused more on science and math, he was a pretty good storyteller, and right now that provided you with more of an escape than talking about the chemical composition of a star. When he finished his retelling of Ursa Minor’s story, however, he remained silent and didn’t start up a new piece of lore. After a moment, you looked at him to see what the hold up was, but you just caught his eye as his gaze was already fixed on you. Your heart started pounding in your chest because you knew what was coming.

“You know, we could go on an actual date some time.” Brian suggested, breaking the silence. You closed your eyes, almost wincing at the words. He was generally more subtle than this, but the same idea had been brought up before. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brian. In general, you did, and in the honest depths of your soul, it was as more than a friend. But, every time it came down to this subject, you panicked. You had never been serious with anyone and the thought of dating was completely foreign to you. You had messed around with some guys before but you never had feelings for them. You didn’t know how to depend on another person, to have an actual relationship with them.

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You sighed, your eyes still closed. You didn’t know what to tell him. Before, he always left it as more of a hint and it was easier to dodge. Now he was just coming out and saying it. Basically asking you out, so you would actually have to turn him down this time. The terrible thing was, you didn’t really want to. The conscious side of you wanted to agree and go out with him, on a proper date. But your subconscious kicked you into fight or flight mode and if you weren’t in the middle of a field, you might have picked flight and walked away. But that didn’t seem to be an option.

“Look, Johnson. It’s not that easy. Just...don’t waste your time on me.”

“I’m already wasting my time on you.” He pointed out, but when you took a peek at him, he didn’t seem upset about it. He was actually grinning about it. “We’re already wasting our time out here. Or at the library, or under the bleachers… So why not like, a movie theater or dinner, or my house?”

“Oh yeah, your mom would love having me around.” You joked, humorlessly. The smattering of times you had met Brian’s mother hadn’t gone swimmingly. You could read the derision in her voice and knew she did not approve of her good little baby hanging out with a ne’er-do-well like you.

“She’d come around. You’re different once someone actually gets to know you.” He meant it as a compliment, but you took it as your out.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You leapt up, indignantly and he just gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it, I swear!” He put his hands up defensively as you looked down at him. “Forget it, I’m sorry.” You had victory, he dropped the subject and your friendship could last another night and you could try to pretend like he wasn’t right, that you two weren’t meant to be something more.

*~~~~*

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

You ask how my day was

For the most part, working at Bert’s auto shop felt worthwhile and valuable. Other days, it chewed you up and spit you out. It was hard being in such a masculine environment and not fitting into that type. Customers (mostly men, but even the women too) thought that you were less knowledgeable and handy than your cohorts. Bender’s teasing didn’t help that image, either.

Now you slid into the booth at Gino’s pizzeria utterly deflated and defeated. Of course, Brian took notice right away. “Rough day?” He inquired, pushing a menu towards you even though he knew you ordered the same thing every time.

“That’s not even the half of it. Why does Bender hafta be such a dick all the time?!” You asked, incredulously but sincerely, diving right into your problem.

“I don’t know. I think he thinks it’s part of his charm? Maybe it is. I mean, we’re still friends with him.” You nodded at his point, but clenched your fists just the same.

“I just wish he knew when to back off sometimes. Like, he never realizes he’s taking it too far and digging you further into a shithole.”

“What did he do this time?” Brian’s gaze on you was unbroken; it made you feel important, like your opinion, your story, was the only thing that mattered.

“So we got this old guy in the shop today. Beautiful car, so of course he was hesitant with me touching it.” You began and his eyebrows furrowed, already not liking the direction this was going. “And I’m trying to prove myself worthy to work on this car, even though I would just be doing an oil change, which isn’t like a big deal anyway, right? Simple stuff.” You looked to him to get acknowledgement to move forward.

“I mean, I guess. I don’t really know about oil changes or anything about cars. But I know you do.”

“Right, so Bender has to go and make a crack to the old guy about how they won’t let me near it and I’m just the secretary for the shop or whatever. Just a total dick move. But of course the guy believed him and laughed with him and sent me to go get him a cup of coffee? I mean, what the hell is that?”

“That’s not right. And you wear a mechanic’s uniform at work, why would he think--?”

“Because macho man Bender told him I was! He was more believable than me.” You sank back and put a hand up to brace your forehead as the waitress approached the table. You prepared to order your drink when she set down exactly what you would have ordered in front of you and walked away, promising to come back in a few minutes. You blinked at the cup as if it magically had appeared.

“I uh, figured you’d get the usual and you’d need it when you got here, so I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” Brian said and then looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the idea. Since he wasn’t looking at you anyway, you allowed your lips to twitch up into a smile threatening to break out on your face...but only for a moment.

“Yeah, whatever. So anyway, Bender…” you carried on, pretending nothing happened, but secretly cataloguing his gesture in your memory.

*~~~~*

The only thing worse than arguing with Brian or him pissing you off was him making you laugh. There were times that you would go home with sore sides and itchy eyes from the tears that formed while laughing so hard. Then you would always, always reflect on the hours you just spent together, feeling the warmth and butterflies tickle your insides and a nervous heat would prickle your skin as you thought about how happy Brian made you. He never pushed you to do anything; he liked you the way you were. Sure, he would drop hints here and there about how you should stop smoking or give you advice when you had a particularly bad argument with one of your friends, but overall, he just accepted you. And you knew how hard that was to find.

You had never been popular and when junior high rolled around, you accepted that you never would be. You found your own little group of outcasts who understood what it was like to be kicked down time and again, and now he had somehow joined that group too. You knew he understood how it felt. Even though he looked different and came from a very different social circle, he had been looked down upon by his peers all his life. You were guilty of judging him the same way when you first met him, but now you couldn’t imagine life without him. He was cut of the same cloth and you could see yourself in him, which is why you just clicked. And he was so kind and so patient with you. You tried to push him away dozens of times, to put up the barriers and the walls that worked so well for everyone that came before him; you couldn’t be hurt if you never got attached. Where most people gave up and only saw the cold, distant bitch you gave them, Brian always saw something more. He didn’t give up in breaking down those walls, and even accepted just being your friend. That made you love him even more.

Shit, wait. Did you just think about loving Brian? A crush is one thing. Having a buddy to fool around with is one thing. Being in love was quite another.

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

*~~~~*

Mercedes Johnson was all about keeping up appearances, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear her arguing with Brian on the other side of the door, about you. Again. You had known from the second you met her that she didn’t like you. She was instantly worried about the influence you’d have on her son; it was a common reaction from parents based on the way you looked and the company you kept. You would think you’d be used to it by now.

However, it truthfully bothered you more because this was Brian’s mother. You were hoping that she would be different and see the person underneath like her son had, or at the very least, that she would eventually warm up to you. You had no luck with either.

“I’m not comfortable with having her over at the house right now.” You could hear her tell Brian.

“She’s my friend, ma. Of course she’s going to come over--”

“I’m aware of that but you know I wish she weren’t. I would prefer that you keep the company of other friends.” The formality of her sentences while she was still cruelly putting you both down made you cringe.

“You don’t know her because you won’t give her a chance. She’s not that different from my other friends.”

“You have friends in the Physics Club, from Knowledge Bowl, Honor Students. You don’t need the association with a hoodlum like that or John Bender and I don’t know why you keep insisting on bringing them into my home when I have repeatedly told you no. I don’t want them around your sister, or even you!”

“Fine. Then we’ll leave.” You heard the door swing open harshly and Brian was motioning for you to follow him out of the house.

“Brian Ralph Johnson!” You heard his mother cry after the two of you. Brian held open the front door for you and you looked at him cautiously before rushing out. You knew you weren’t wanted there, but you were worried that he wouldn’t come with you. You were even more worried that he would. “You are not leaving this house.” Mercedes put on the most intimidating tone you had witnessed her use.

“No, I am. We are. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t bother coming back tonight if you walk out of this house!” She was now pink-faced and losing all of the reserved, polished look you had seen her have. She had never been so...uncomposed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Brian said and grabbed you by the elbow as he escorted you down the driveway to your car. He immediately got into the passenger seat and as you sunk behind the steering wheel, you glanced at him.

“Brian, this is stupid. You don’t have to---you shouldn’t do this.” The whole situation reminded you of the many times you had been kicked out of your house. This was just another home you weren’t welcome in.

He clenched his jaw in response. “Let’s just go. I’ll figure it out later. Please, just drive.”

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver than I gave you credit for

That's not lip service

“Your mom gave you a choice, you know. It’s not like she told you to get out. She actually told you not to leave.” You said as you both sat on the trunk of your car, looking out across the field that was slowly turning to a golden hue, both from the afternoon sun and the change into autumn. Neither of your houses were really an option to go to, so you just chose the empty field that you would look at stars in during the summer.

“It’s not like it was really a choice though, was it? I’m tired of her trying to control every part of my life. I need to start thinking for myself, doing things for myself. She needs to understand that I’m going to do what I want, and like who I want to like.” He looked at you meaningfully for a moment, but you looked away quickly. It was too heavy for you to process right now.

“That’s a big step. I’m really impressed with you for standing up for yourself.” You told him, and he gave you an appreciative, heart-stopping smile in return that caused your cheeks to flush. Your parents had shouted at you to leave so many times before, any time you were ‘inconvenient’ for them, that it was hard to relate to someone who chose not to stay. But you wanted to support him and you did feel proud of him today. You thought back to the most recent event in which you had been dismissed from your family, and how you had tried to take it out on Brian:

You slammed your locker and watched him almost jump out of his skin. “I don’t want to talk about this.” You growled at Brian.

“I understand that, but you need to. You can’t just--”

“Just what?”

“You can’t just act like nothing happened or run away from it...run away from here.” You had been disciplined at school yet again and your parents had had enough. You had a big fight with them the night prior and did not sleep in your own bed. The tiredness racked your body today and you were stiff from sleeping in your car. If it weren’t for the social aspect, you wouldn’t have bothered coming to school. But you quickly realized you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, and you were only making the situation worse.

“Like hell I can’t.” You stated, quickly turning to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t. Come on, talk to me. Tell me what happened. We can figure it out together.”

“There’s nothing to figure out, bucko. I’ll be fine. I’ll do this on my own. I’m used to that anyway.”

“But you don’t have to be alone, Y/N. That’s what I’m saying! That’s my whole point: I’m here for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to be, Brian.”

“No, because friends don’t have to ask.” His words scared you. Nobody had so adamantly offered to be a safety net to you before.

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “we’re great friends. We’ve bonded so much in the, what, four months you’ve known me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to make him feel uncomfortable, to drive a wedge between you. You only knew how to put up walls, how to run.

“You know we are.”

“Yeah, sure, right. Friends. Not like you want to sleep with me or anything.” You tried to drive another knife into him, to play it off like he was following you only because he had a crush on you, one you tried to pretend wasn’t reciprocated. “It’s not going to happen, Brian. So just accept that we’re not friends.”

He let you get about three steps away before you heard him say, “No. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. Sure, part of me wants something more, but...I care about you, Y/N. And if we can just be friends, I am happy with that, I swear. But don’t do this to me. Don’t try to shut me out or walk away or act like you’re fine. I know you well enough to know you’re not.” When you turned around, you could see that he had tears rimming his eyes, threatening to fall, which made your own tears spring up as well. “I am your friend. I’m not going to just let you go and do something stupid. You are going to talk about this. If not to me, then someone else. But you can’t just run away or sleep in your car or, or…”

“Okay.” You said, softly.

“Okay?”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. I screwed up again and my parents kicked me out. So what do I do?”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I...we’ll think of something.” He began to tell you, but you bit your lip and drowned him out in your own sobs. Everything crashed in on you at once; you hadn’t escaped in time. You slid down your locker wall and sat on the floor. Brian joined you and put his arm around you tentatively.

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

After that day, you knew he wouldn’t let you go. You tried your best to brush him off, to hurt him, to land irreparable blows. But it was all in vain; he stuck by you. You admired how he stood up for you, for your relationship, whatever that meant. He didn’t back down, even though you knew he genuinely cared what you thought. He was willing to put everything on the line just to be with you, in whatever capacity you would allot him. And today, he had chosen you again. He had picked a fight with his mother and chosen you. He placed you above being safe and comfortable and at home right now.

“I’m sorry, this must seem so stupid to be complaining about. I know I don’t have it that bad, it’s just that--”

“No, your problems are valid, too. Your mom sucks.” You told him and he laughed, “But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t...weird to have someone be given the choice to stay instead of being yelled at to get out and that you’re worthless and---I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make this about me.” You said softly, looking down at your hands.

“No, I get it. It’s gotta be on your mind a lot, the uncertainty. Plus, I don’t mind talking about you.” He nudged your shoulder with his own, trying to be playful but you knew he meant that. He always put you first. You couldn’t help your next impulse as your hand shot up to cup his face and you leaned in and kissed him roughly. You weren’t entirely sure why you had done it. It would probably change everything and you couldn’t tell if you were doing it selfishly to feel like someone cared or to keep him around or because you truly wanted to. Of course, he kissed you back, and the feeling it gave you pushed a lot of those doubts from your mind.

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long?

*~~~~*

The kiss in the field still didn’t mean you were “together.” Realistically, it complicated things for a while. You avoided Brian for a couple of days and didn’t discuss it when you finally caved in to your desire to see him. He didn’t bring it up either, even though there were many times he would look at your lips like he wanted to make a move again, but you never talked about it. Things began to look “normal” after about two weeks. You spent time at the record shop, or under the bleachers with your friends or in the library with his friends. He nagged you about giving up smoking and you finally listened, much to his surprise.

“What made you finally decide to quit?” He asked, looking at the nicotine patch on your arm. You shrugged, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“I guess I just finally got tired of you being a broken record, mother hen.” You teased him, but he just smiled because he was happy with your choice. The truth of the matter was, you had done it for him. While you weren’t with him, you wanted to be. You didn’t want to keep doing something that bothered him so much, but you also knew that eventually, your habit of smoking would cost time with him and you didn’t want that. You lied to yourself that you didn’t want a relationship and weren’t thinking about a future with Brian, but you were. Every time he helped you study or encouraged you to do your best, the time your parents were out of town so he had made you his “specialty” of spaghetti in your kitchen, when you drove him around singing songs together on the radio...you thought about doing those things with him forever and instead of the fear you used to feel at such a thought, you felt happiness. You anticipated a future with him, something to look forward to.

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

*~~~~*

“It’s kind of weird, yeah. But they’re cute together, I guess.” You had just returned from a movie with Bender and Claire. You were surprised at how long their relationship had lasted, especially since you had hated Claire at first. You assumed she was dating Bender as a statement, but it had been over six months and they were still together and it just seemed to work.

“It must be nice to have someone like that. Even if they don’t make sense, they care about each other. It just must be a nice thing to have a relationship like that.” Brian looked at you for a moment before backpedaling, realizing he must have made it sound like he was guilt-tripping you. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you out again. I really just was complimenting them--”

“Well, maybe you should.” You cut him off.

You realized how rare a find like Brian truly was. He always put you before himself; he listened to all of your problems and knew when to offer solutions and when to just listen. He was endlessly supportive, and kind. He kept taking giant risks just to be with you, to show you that you mattered to him. You knew, without him saying it, that he loved you. Why else would someone go to the lengths he did, just to make you happy? You had tried everything to shake him, to get rid of him so neither one of you would be in too deep to get hurt. But he stayed, and now, you wouldn’t want him to go anyway. It was too late; you were both already in too deep.

He just blinked at you, sure he had heard incorrectly. “Wh-what?”

“I said, maybe you should. Ask me out again.”

“Y/N, do you want to go out with me?” He asked, unsure. It felt like a setup, but he knew you wouldn’t do something so cruel to him.

“Yes.” You replied, softly.

“Why?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess you won me over.” You chuckled, but he failed to see the humor in it, so you changed to a more serious tone. “Brian, I thought that these feelings would go away, that you would go away. Lord knows how hard I’ve tried to push you. But...you didn’t and the feelings didn’t. I-I love you. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to keep loving you, I don’t want to waste my time with anyone else. And...And I think that you love me.”

“I do.” He breathed quietly, with zero hesitation.

“So, why fight it any more? I was afraid that I would hurt you, but I think I’ve already done that and you’ve stuck around.” He nodded in confirmation of that fact. “And I was scared that I would get hurt but...but I’ve realized that you won’t do that to me, either.”

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

He took your hands in his, “You’re serious? You really want this? Because, you know how I feel. How I’ve always felt.” You nodded in response, tears quickly filling your eyes, which was a rarity for you. He leaned in towards you to kiss you, for the first time since your conversation in the field over a month ago. He waited for you to be ready in every aspect of your relationship and you had never known so much love and respect before. It took some adjusting to, but he had pulled you in and made you fall for him again and again.

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marchyslove · 3 years

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That Smile

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It’s our one-year anniversary and I have no idea where he’s taking me. I see a blanket in the back seat, and I know it’s going to be something romantic because that’s how he is. He’s not one of those over-the-top romantics, but he has his moments.

We pull up to a big open park, not many people around but it’s dinner time so no surprise there. He got out, almost sprinted around the car to get the door for me.

*11 months earlier*

“So this is your place.” It’s exactly what you’d expect of someone like him, big, fancy, granite countertops, leather sectional, open spaces, a balcony with a hot tub and some couches. Rich people might not always look rich when you see them out on the street, but once you see where they live, there’s no denying they have money.

“It’s beautiful.”

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, “thanks, I’m not around enough to make it look the way I’d want it to, but I was thinking in the summer I might move some stuff around… make it more home-y.”

I eyed the guitar in the corner, ‘cliché,’ I thought. So many douchebags have guitars on display with no idea how to play them. So I challenged him to it. “you play?” “Yea, I do.” “Are you good?” “I’ve got a couple songs up my sleeve,” he said with a chuckle.

I plopped myself on the couch and pretzeled my legs, staring at him eagerly, “well, by all means, I’d love to hear one.” He didn’t hesitate, walked over and picked up the guitar, he came back and sat right next to me.

“any requests?”

“you know any Clapton? Cliché I know, but I love his music.”

“not cliché at all, anything specific?”

“surprise me.”

In an instant I knew the song, my favorite. When I was younger my mom and I would always listen to 70’s and 80’s radio whenever we were in the car together. Softer, slower music, played later in the day. Then there was bedtime radio that started at 9 at night. It would always start with “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton.

He must’ve noticed the smile on my face, because he started smiling too. “You like this one?”

“Love,” I answered, almost too quickly.

His smile grew.

He had one of those smiles that could make flowers bloom, or make babies stop crying. It wasn’t perfect by any means, even a little crooked, but it made fireworks go off in my stomach.

“It’s a great song, and easy enough to learn cause it’s slower. Not too many different chords.”

“It’s one of my favorites. The lyrics are incredible.”

“Can you sing?”

“Not even a little bit, I’m so bad.” Trying to find something to change the subject I started glancing around the room. My eyes went to the balcony. I got up from the couch and went over to the door. I felt a presence behind me. “We can go out if you want.” So I opened the door and step outside.

The warm, summer breeze felt like a hug. I walked around a bit, glancing at the lights and down at the street below. “Careful,” he said as he took a cautious step towards me. I didn’t realize how much I had been leaning over the edge. “Heights never really scared me.” “Well that’s good, but still… careful.” “I always am.”

I looked up; outside the city the stars were a little more visible. “Beautiful,” I said under my breath. Again, I felt a presence behind me. “You big into astrology?” “Only enough to know my star sign, and that it apparently fits me well. Beyond that, I just like to look at the stars.” “Do you know the names of any of them? Or constellations?”

My confidence grew a little bit. My summers laying outside in the grass playing around with the app on my phone that labeled the stars if you point your camera at the sky were finally about to pay off.

“That one is Sirius. It’s the brightest of them all.” “That’s easy to remember. That’s one of the dippers right?,” he asked, pointing up. “The big dipper, the little dipper is right there, and over there is Ursa Major, its shaped like a bear.” “That means there’s an ursa minor, right?” “Very good work detective,” I teased jokingly, pinching his cheek. He gave a giggle and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat.

“So you know a decent amount about stars?” “I know where they are and how to find them, I don’t know much past that.” “Impressive,” he said as he kissed my cheek.

We walked for a little bit towards the center of the park. He carried the basket; I had the blanket. “I’ve never heard of this place.” “I had to do a bit of research to find it.” “Any reason you chose this park in particular?” “You’ll see.” There’s that smile, after a year I still get the same fireworks when I see it. I glance over at him, and he’s already looking at me. “What are you looking at?” “My girl,” he said with a wink.

He stopped walking abruptly. He looked up at the sky, then around the park. Looking back at the car he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He put down the basket and looked through his phone for something. “Are we stopping here?” “One sec, I have to check.” “What’s the difference between here and 5 feet away?” “You’ll see, but I have to make sure we’re in the right spot.” He put his phone back in his pocket, took 8 steps forward, turned back towards me and grinned, “here.” “Fair enough,” I walked over.

He laid out the blanket, put the basket on it. I hadn’t seen him pack the basket; I actually only saw it for the first time when he picked me up today.

He opened the basket and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. I sat down and started pouring. “Shit, give me one second,” and before I realized what was happening, he was running back towards the car. I took this opportunity to sneak a peak in the basket. Chocolate covered strawberries, little triangle-cut sandwiches, a little bin of grapes, some crackers- “no peaking!,” he yelled as he made his way back to me. “Too late babe.”

He was carrying four pillows and dropped them when he came over. “What are these for?” “Comfort, we might have the blanket, but it won’t be comfortable without the pillows.” “Yea, I guess I could’ve put that together.” “I mean if you had an idea of doing more, the pillows will definitely help,” another wink.

He had all the makings of a douchebag, on the surface level. He has that superiorly confident look to him. The way he walks, he doesn’t think he’s better than anyone, but that’s the vibe you get from him if you judge him solely based on looks. If you saw him on the street you might think he was the biggest fuckboy on the planet, but then you talk to him.

He’s goofy, in the best way. He’s smart. You wouldn’t think it, but he’s better at quick mental math than anyone I’ve met, and he knows geography like he’s traveled the entire world himself. He likes to talk about anything and everything. On our first date we spent an hour talking about different birds we’d both seen, and our favorites. He likes loons because they sound funny, I like bluebirds because of their beautiful color. I didn’t have much interest in birds until that conversation. Now every time I see a bluebird I think of him. My family went on vacation last month and we rented a lake house. Every morning I’d hear the loon calling and think of that smile.

“Hey you, whatcha thinking about?,” he poked my cheek, I snapped out of my zoned out state, “you.” He turned away a little but I saw the blush creeping onto his cheeks. He had pulled everything out of the basket and tossed it to the side. “Grapes?,” he offered, holding one up in front of my mouth, I opened, and he placed it in my mouth gently, like it was fragile. The sun was starting to set, that’s when I realized there were no lights around. All we had was a tiny lantern he had pulled out of the basket. The view we had of the sunset was incredible, I hadn’t kept track of time on the drive here, so I really had no idea how far outside of the city we were. “How much research did you do exactly?” “Alright to be fair I asked a buddy if he knew any romantic spots and after I got him to quit joking about sex, he gave me a few. Then I googled them and found this place.” “It’s beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you.” “Oh hush-,” he interrupted me with a kiss.

We ate as the sun set, starting the strawberries just as the last bits of golden light dipped below the horizon. He turned on the lantern.

The glow lit up his face, he was really handsome. His skin looked so smooth and he had those long eyelashes that all guys have, it made me jealous. That smile, again. He kissed me, again. He shut the lantern off while we were kissing. He pulled the pillows over and put them behind us, he laid back and spread his arm out. I laid down and put my head on his arm.

He kissed the top of my head, “Sirius,” he pointed toward the star. “Glad you remembered,” I teased. Another wink. He pointed up again, “look.” As I glanced up, there was a light that shot across the sky. “A shooting star. I’ve never seen one,” he was staring in awe. “Make a wish.” “I don’t need to, I have you.” I rolled my eyes, “you are such a cheeseball.”

We laid there pointing out the different stars and constellations. “You’ve been studying,” I glanced up at him. “I wanted to impress you,” he stated, followed by another kiss. I’ve never seen the stars so bright and clear. “Is this why you were so stingy about the spot?” He looked down at me, “I needed to make sure the view was clear so we could see everything.” Like I said, he’s not a huge romantic, but he has his moments. We kept watching the stars in the most comfortable silence. Then, almost as if he let it slip out accidentally, he whispered, “I am so in love with you.” I waited to see if he’d say anything else, but he was quiet, a nervous quiet. “Ditto,” I giggled and glanced up at him. And, without fail, there it was again, that smile.

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Okay be nice! It's my first work, and like I said- I don't consider myself to be much of a writer. I hope you guys like it, I kept thinking about the idea and wanted to give it a shot! I purposely left names and too-specific details out so people can think of whoever they'd like, and hey! feel free to add the person you thought of to the tags if you reblog, I love stuff like that! Maybe I'll write more if people like it enough :)

If you like it please give it a like and reblog, it would be much appreciated!

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softredrobin · 2 years

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i cant decide on a color scheme but i can give my oc angst

i’m picky about colors but also indecisive.

cw for mentions of boundary issues and dubious consent. possibly eating disorder warning? (let me know if there’s something else that needs tagged) if you don’t want to read my super long paragraph but want to help me pick colors you can just...scroll to the pictures? cool.

lemme tell you a story: i decided that i was going to make a d(a)emon self-insert for redactedverse. i try to determine what kind of d(a)emon i would be. realistically, probably an inchoate, but i had this Funny Thought™. you see, i am very much ace and i tend to swing between being sex-repulsed and sex-neutral and sex-positive. the whole spectrum there and im just going back and forth like its my slippy kitchen floor when im mopping.

anyway the long and short of it is that i think i’d make an interesting concubus (as far as I can find, there’s no one agreed upon gender neutral term for incubi/succubi, but this post has a list of them which I picked from).

I went through a lot of stars before picking one, and then I ended up picking a name that hasn’t been used in like, forever. Cynosura is a like, super old really odd way to refer to Polaris (the North Star), deriving from the old name for the constellation Ursa Major and just generally is used when referring to Polaris as the Marian Polar Star (technically Cynosure is more proper, but I wanted the A on the end, because I like the sound better). This was used when talking about the star in relations to seafaring and stuff, but also references the Virgin Mary somehow which I found ironic (and perhaps a nice touch given Gavin’s own star is in Virgo, the Maiden).

After that, I thought about their personality a bit. I think Cynosura would be a younger demon, despite the older name. I also think, based on some things from Gavin’s playlist, and their own tipsy-turvy relationship with sexuality, that Cynosura isn’t well liked among their fellow concubi, and probably has been told (and let themselves be convinced that) they are “wrong” in some way, for their disconnect from feeding as a whole. There’s probably some compulsory sexuality ingrained in them and they definitely have issues with settings boundaries and actually considering what they want (remember Gavin mentioning that he’s not used to being asked what he wants? take that and dial it up to 11). Basically their feeding situation reeks of dubious consent and I imagine if they decide to go to D.A.M.N. there’s probably times where they’re feeding the absolute bare minimum, or otherwise restricting their feeding, because the repulsion is just so much.

Colors time now! Anyway I threw all this angst on this character but couldn’t make a good decision on what colors I wanted. I wanted pink, because I thought it’d be a good way to note “this is a concubus!” but I also wanted teal because I like that color a lot and thought it would tie in well with the name. I threw them into one of my favorite shirts and called it a day but couldn’t decide on skin and hair and eye colors.

This one was the first one, and I started with pink skin. I still really like this, but I’m not sure if the pink just clashes with the ocean-themed name going on or if the hair and eyes balance it out. I decided to try making the skin a tealish shade instead.

That’s how we got here. This looks very cohesive but is bereft of pink and seems a little... too cohesive. There’s no accent colors! I decided I’d try to change the eye color.

This one is nice, but I worry it might be unbalanced with just the eyes being pink and nothing else. I said let’s reverse the original situation and make the hair a nice pink shade too, so it’s same hair and eyes that contrast the skin again.

This is cool, but I’m not sure about all the pink hair. I said oh! My hair is half-and-half, let’s try a split hair color.

And that’s how I ended up here! I like this, but honestly I like all of them on some level and just am not sure what to think. Anyone have any thoughts on the colors?

#redacted asmr #redacted oc #oc: cynosura #ren rambles #do i still have an art tag?#<-- if you were wondering that is my new art tag #i thought it was funny

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starcrossedkaiju · 3 years

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Kingslayer AU: Chapter Eight

I don’t know what to say other than I like this one. Rendog enjoyers come get your free angst!

Scott filled the pages of his sketchbook gradually at first. He sat at his window and drew what he saw, focusing on putting shapes on the paper. Many times he was unhappy with the finished product, almost ripping out and throwing away his limited space.

He had to learn to be okay with it. The next time it would be a bit better, and a bit better, until the tree he’d been slaving over didn’t look half bad.

Soon his interests turned to drawing his friends. Their faces would pop up on his pages, drowned in eraser smudges at first. Then it became easy. Like second nature, he could memorize Grian’s knowing grin, Jimmy’s downturned eyes, Martyn’s slightly crooked nose.

He drew the way he saw Ren’s piercing yellow eyes that night, the way they were shadowed by his brow.

It felt better. To have a place where his memories could stay exactly the way he saw them. Scott even pinned some up on the wall of his room.

Soon his supply of paper started dwindling, Martyn told him if he needed more drawing paper to come back and ask him for some. So he did, after Jimmy went to bed and the world was quiet under the snow.

Scott made a trip to the Renchanting base, entering through the tunnel hidden under the mountain. It took him right to the storage area. Which was dark and deserted. Only a clock ticked on the wall, everyone else must have been in the sleeping quarters or back at their bases to fend off the Phantoms.

He took a torch from the “stuff chest” and started making rounds, looking at each storage container. Food, Armor, ores, wood, stone, and redstone. Until there was a wall of chests with people’s names on them.

Everyone in the Red Army had a chest, from left to right there was Ren, Martyn, Etho, Skiz, Impulse, Tango, Joel, and then Scott.

The last chest on the right side, Scott’s name was carved on top. It hadn’t been there before. He placed his hand on the lock, wondering if he should even bother opening it. Someone had cared enough to dedicate a space for him to put things. Under the roof of Dogwarts no less.

His torch flickered and Scott decided he’d spent too long lurking around, so he flipped the lock up and quietly opened the chest. Slowly so it wouldn’t creek.

Inside there was a single stack of drawing paper. Hand-sewn like the one Martyn had given him.

Scott placed the torch down and retrieved the paper. He knew it must have been Martyn. A smile found its way onto his face, and he let it stay there. This time, when nobody was looking.

Blowing out the torch and closing the chest, Scott gathered the sketchbook and decided to just leave through the front. It was almost midnight anyways.

Up the stairs and to the double doors of the enchanting room. The book on the table rose from its position and opened towards him as he walked past. Scott still had his hand on the doorknob when he opened it and stepped out into the frigid night.

Of course he didn’t expect to see anything, so when he did see something he froze in place.

In the spot that Martyn would typically occupy, on the very top of the walls sat Ren. His grey cape was bundled around himself to keep out the cold and his pointed ears were pressed low on his head. He was facing away from Scott.

Huddled on the perch, Ren’s shoulders were shaking. Silently, he cried.

Scott stood in the doorway motionless. He couldn’t believe the scene in front of him. Ren wasn’t one to cry. He was calculating and smart, rarely loosing his temper to even the worst of setbacks. A humorous man in charge of an Army of vagabonds, he never cried. He never expressed so much as a single weakness, he couldn’t afford that.

So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise, not really, that the Red King would save his sorrow for when nobody should be looking. Under the loneliest arm of the Milky Way, coldly gazing down on him. The weight of every star in the sky on his shoulders.

It made him look small.

Scott backed away from the door and ran back to the tunnel he came from, the kind of running you do when you are convinced your worst nightmare is snapping at your heels; and maybe for Scott it was.

He sprinted home without looking back. Trying to shove the image of Ren out the back of his mind.

That night he crept quietly back into bed, doing his best not to disturb Jimmy. Who stirred momentarily before simply turning over.

Scott stared at the arm of the Milky Way through the window until he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Days pressed by, Scott slithered too and from the walls of Dogwarts under the noses of his allies and between Spy Ring meetings. The first page of his new sketchbook lay empty, because whenever his pencil hovered above that damn page all he could see was a man huddled up under a galaxy of stars that would never return his wishes.

So when he was called out on night watch to the Renchanting base, Scott snuck out with his empty sketchbook held close to his chest. He arrived to a sleeping base, aware that his shift would be over in an hour and he would get to go home when the next guard showed up.

He yawned and stared out the window, at the stars above the wall. A pencil came to his hand and he started drawing what he saw. The shape of the wall against the glowing sky. He drew it, but it wasn’t right. The image in his mind came back to the front.

A weeping man holding a million stars on his shaking shoulders, the end of his frayed cape flaring out when the breeze kicked up. Tiny compared to the infinite sky. Scott’s fingers and palm turned black with graphite as he crafted the cosmos onto that paper.

His scribbling and smudging consumed all his thoughts as he focused on making the scene perfect, the pencil dulled and threatened to snap under the pressure.

“Major,” a stern voice came from right behind him.

Scott seized up in his chair, a feeling of terror so pure exploded in his chest that his vision left him for a few seconds. He gasped and turned around with his jaw on the floor.

Behind him was Ren. Clad in his winter jacket, a hand on the back of Scott’s chair. He stared directly into the other’s eyes from behind the dark lenses of his aviators. All the color had gone from his face.

Hoping the Red King hadn’t seen what he was drawing, Scott moved his hand to close the book.

It was too late. Ren had been watching him draw for long enough to know.

“You saw me?” Ren asked, but it was phrased more like a fact. It was.

Scott’s hesitation was enough of an answer. He stared up into Ren’s glasses, reminded of a familiar time. This time was different though, and this time Scott wished he could see behind the lenses.

He nodded and tore his eyes away, it felt intrusive to be staring.

“Ren,” Scott said to the floor, but was dismissed.

“No. Just go home. Now,” the other man ordered with a wavering voice.

Scott didn’t nod, he didn’t look at Ren. He gathered the sketchbook and slammed it shut within five seconds.

He didn’t say goodbye as he fled the walls. Scott ran from Ren, and this time he felt bad about it.

Scott didn’t return to Dogwarts for a week after that. Nobody called him to the night shift, nobody asked him to run any supplies. Maybe he was grateful for that, in the sense that he wouldn’t have to look Ren in the eyes again.

Until one night he couldn’t sleep. The clouds cast a dark blanket over the sky. Scott huffed and crawled out of bed, not bothering to change out of his pajamas. He pulled his boots on and took his coat off the hanger.

A walk is what he told himself he was going on, but really he knew where he was going. He didn’t know why, but for some reason Scott had a feeling he wasn’t the only one that couldn’t sleep.

This time instead of entering Dogwarts through the underground he rounded the front, cresting the hill right in front of Big B’s house. Scott scanned the top of the wall and saw what he was looking for. He shoved his hands in his pockets and entered Dogwarts through the front door.

Scott climbed the ladder and balanced himself as he walked over to Ren, who was sitting with his legs dangling over the side of the wall. His jacket was pulled tightly around him. Scott didn’t greet him when he sat down, Ren had seen him coming a mile away.

Ren didn’t look at him, he breathed in heavily, then sighed out a burst of vapor into the cold air.

“You couldn’t sleep?” Scott started the conversation this time.

“Wouldn’t matter if I could. I’m on night watch,” Ren said after a beat of silence.

Scott nodded, turning his head to the dark sky, “it’d be nicer with some stars, hm?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Ren trailed off. He stared at his shoes.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’ll just-“ Scott made to get up and leave but Ren interrupted him.

“No, wait, you can stay,” Ren pulled on the sleeve of Scott’s elbow.

Scott nodded and pulled his knees closer to his chest. A pocket of clouds had moved, creating a window that let the moon gaze upon the Earth.

“Do you stargaze a lot?” Ren asked, this time he looked at Scott.

He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses.

“I try,” Scott replied, “there’s this huge book I found uh, In a village library a while ago. It has everything you can possibly see from down here in it,” he mused.

“Have you ever read one?” Scott asked.

“Uh, an astronomy book?” Ren’s eyes flicked to the left in thought, “I mean I’ve seen them. I haven’t read them. You like astronomy?” he asked.

Scott nodded, then pointed north, into the cloud cover, “you can’t see it now, but Ursa Major would be right over there,” he said.

Ren looked over like he was trying to imagine it, “you like Ursa Major?”

“Easiest to remember,” Scott said plainly.

“I’ll bet. S’ like a namesake,” Ren rested his chin on his palm, “I wish I had a constellation with my name,” his ear twitched on his head.

Scott’s metaphorical ears perked up, “Oh well, there’s one kind of like that,” he said. Ren’s actual ears perked up.

“It’s called Canis Major. It means Great Dog, or Big Dog,” Scott pointed south, “it will always be easy to see on a clear day. One of its stars is called Sirius,” he explained.

Ren nodded, “I’m familiar. Brightest in the sky, right?”

“Yeah. That’s right,” Scott replied.

“Canis Major huh?” Ren repeated. Scott nodded.

“Canis Major, and,” he looked over at Scott, “Scott Major,” Ren nudged the other on the shoulder.

“Right,” Scott said, and suddenly the sky didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

Not when you have a friend to share it with.

#listen. hear me out...#the constellation thing was clever okay!!#also Canis Major rises in the winter. I call that poetic #there’s nothing too deep about Scott being Ursa Major other than his name and him being star-born #kingslayer au #3rdlife #3rd life smp #3rdlife smp #rendog #scott smajor #mcyt #mcytblr #cas types

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krystalguitarthemums · 3 years

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Avatar but it’s Homestuck for real this time! Details under the read more! (Troll Symbols found here)

The LOK cast are Humans, and the original cast are trolls because I thought it would be fun! Some people have cool land ideas, others dont haha. I’ll try to only write land stuff for people I had Idea’s for! All four members of Korra’s Team Avatar will have one of the books titles as part of their land because I thought it would be neat!

NOTE: Don’t mind double classpects, this is a failed session anyways baby!

Korra - Knight of Time - Prospit Dreamer - Fire Nation Symbol (due to her favoring of fire bending) - Nagasprite (Her Dog) - Land of Mercury And Balance (LoMoB) - Knights lands usually deal with what they fear or have the most difficulty confronting, so her land is filled with plum blossom poles that she has to use to get around that sit over ravines of silvery poison that effect her emotional state if she falls into them. She has to navigate through Dummies built like the wind boards from season 1 that Korra had a hard time getting through due to her hurry to master the elements. Polarbear Consorts. Tenzin Denizen

Mako - Knight of Doom - Prospit Dreamer - Republic City Police Symbol - Grangransprite - Land of Steel and Change (LoSaC) - I wanted Mako’s land to have a lot of moving machinery and electricity due to both his lighting bending and the way he’s forced repeatedly to take responsibility and grow from that. The Machinery represents his first real “honest job” in the factories. Vulture Consorts. P’Li Denizen

Bolin - Heir of Life - Derse Dreamer - Earth Kingdom Symbol - Pabusprite - Land of Molten Rock and Spirits (LoMRoS)- The Heirs land is supposed to help them hone their abilities and skills and Bolin has a lot of his personal development happen before he learns Lava Bending! Rhino Consorts. Kuvira Denizen

Asami - Maid of Mind - Derse Dreamer - Republic City Symbol - Land of Gears and Air (LoGaA) - - Even though Asami’s a non bender, I thought Air fit her best due to her creativity, flexibility, and insight. So for her land, I thought a maze of Gears she had to shift by using the air through tricky puzzles would get her out of her own head and keep her from falling into classic Maid traps! Sparrow Consorts. Zaheer Denizen

Wu - Thief of Breath - Derse Dreamer - Earth King Symbol - Land of Gold and Legacies (LoGaL) - Badger Consorts. Lin Denizen

Eska - Witch of Blood - Prospit Dreamer - Water Nation Symbol - Desnasprite - Land of Reflections and Flow (LoRaF) - Turtle Consorts. Ming-Hua Denizen

The Gaang Starts Here! Katara and Sokka are Hatchmates with the same Ancestor. Zuko and Azula are both in the position to potentially become the next Grand Highblood and as such are being constantly pushed and manipulated by Ozai, the current head of the Mirthful Church.

Aang - Hier of Hope - Prospit Dreamer - Lime Blood - AppaSprite - Land of Temples and Ruins - Flying Lemurmonkey Consorts - Roku Denizen, who takes the form of a dragon

Katara - Sylph of Blood - Derse Dreamer - Violet Blood - Kyasprite (Her Ancestors Skull mixed with Katara’s lusus, a Seal) - Land of Pulse and Whirlpools (LoPoW) - Otterpenguin Consorts. Pakku Denizen

Sokka - Page of Light - Derse Dreamer - Violet Blood - Seawolfdadsprite (Named Hakoda) - Land of Lift and Shooting Stars (LoLaSS) - Orca Consorts - Piandao Denizen

Toph - Maid of Doom - Prospit Dreamer - Indigo Blood - BadgermoleMomSprite - Land of Labryths and Iron (LoLaI) - Boar Consorts - Bumi Denizen

Suki - Knight of Blood - Prospit Dreamer - Teal Blood - KyoshiSprite (her ancestor mixed with her fox lusus) - Land of Threads and - Crococat Consorts

Zuko - Knight of Time - Prospit Dreamer - Purple Blood (Paint mimics Blue Sprit Mask) - IrohSprite - Land of Sunstorms and Pyres - Sunstorms showing off his connection to the Sun Warriors, with constant sunset colored skys, Lighting and learning to let it move through him due to the sunstorms, and funeral pyres - time is related heavily to fire and death so I think it fits. Turtleduck consorts - His Denizen is Ursa, who like Roku, takes the form of a dragon.

Jhet - Rouge of Time - Derse Dreamer - Olive Blood - CrocodileDadSprite - Land of Treetops and Miasma (LoTaM) - Since his storyline focus’s so heavily on revolution versus morality, his Denizen has his consorts under mindcontrol as a test for him, to see if he can free them while keeping his morals or if he falls into the classic mind trap of “desperate times call for desperate measures” - tinkerbull consorts - Jeong Jeong Denizen

Yue - Muse of Life - Prospit Dreamer - Fuchsia Blood - KurukSprite (Her Bodyguard, a violet blood.) - Land of Depths and Tides (LoDaT) - Moon Spirit Denizen

Azula - Thief of Mind - Prospit Dreamer - Purple Blood - OzaiSprite (The Grandhighblood + Her lusus, a Shirshu) - Land of Embers and Icons (LoEaI) - Azulon Denizen - Tiger Consorts

Mei - Knight of Void - Derse Dreamer - Rust Blood - CranemomSprite - Land of (Loa) - Hama Denizen - Land of Silk and Targets (LoSaT) - Mantis Consorts

Ty Lee - Witch - Derse Dreamer - Bronze Blood - MonkeyMomSprite - Yangchen Denizen - Land of Shadows and Tightropes (LoSaT) - Viper Consorts

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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for the meet ugly prompts, 20 seems like it'd make a good ot4 nsfw..

Here you go!

20: you’re the town’s super villain and you take me hostage because you saw the super hero talking to me but I’m new in town and was asking them for directions

“I do not see what is so difficult about this.” Indrid leans against the console in his hideout, “simply agree that you will not, under any circumstances, go after Ursa Major, and I will let you go.”

“For the last time” the villain (oh, excuse him, the ‘writer who is new in town’) strapped to his chair stares him down with convincing confusion in his blue eyes, “I just needed directions, and he was the nearest person. I’m not a super villain, I swear. I don’t even know where you’re getting this idea.”

Indrid taps his temple, though the answer is really his SmartGlasses, “When I scanned you, the information was minimal, the kind of life that suggests you appear as mundane as possible to avoid detection. More importantly” he leans into “Josephs” space, ice in his grin and menace on his tongue, “I saw instances of you and him in combat, both costumed.”

His captive raises an eyebrow, but Indrid gives him nothing; he’s not about to just tell some upstart the crux of his powers.

Joseph sighs, “Alright, I think I understand. I’m really not a super villain.” He flashes a movie star grin, “but I am a superhero.”

The chair tips backwards, smashing when it hits the ground. Indrid curses, lunges at him and narrowly avoids an elbow to the chest.

“That changes th--ohno” he braces as his feet leave the ground without his permission and he flies backwards, slamming into a wall. He’s up before his enemy can ready another attack, hurls a destabilizer at him as he makes for the door. It catches his neck and he shudders, stumbling as he turns the nod.

“I’ll see myself out, Emperor Moth. Ugh” he holds his head, rips the device from his neck, “nasty stuff.”

“Thank you.” Indrid grins, “and don’t bother putting that little monitor strip on my door. I’ll be vacating this hide-out immediately.”

Joseph frowns, still having trouble with balance as he steps outside.

“I did tell you not to underestimate me.” Indrid waves, slams the door, and initiates the scrubbing sequence.

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“It is just humiliating. I was so concerned with keeping him away from Duck, I didn’t bother to check why he might be interested in him.” Indrid grumbles, then hisses when Barclay touches the back of his head.

“It doesn’t sound like he was. I mean, maybe they’ll team up eventually, but if he’s so new none of us knew there was another hero in town, he probably needed directions.” The other villain finishes checking the bruise Indrid got when Joseph launched him into the console, “and hey, thanks to you we got an even earlier warning about him than we might have otherwise.”

Indrid stares at the floor, still wrongfooted by errors being met with kindness instead of punishment, “I should never have let that bear become so valued a nemesis. It is making me weak.”

Barclay bends, kissing the top of his head, “It’s okay, baby, you’re not the first villain to get territorial.”

“You never do.”

“Guess I just haven’t met the right hero.”

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“Got a decent arm on you, blue eyes.” Barclay cracks his neck, standing from the crumple dumpster Joseph (AKA Roswell) punched him into when the trashcan he launched with telekinesis missed it’s mark.

“Same to you, but given your name I’m not surprised. Now hand over that remote and come quietly.”

“Not a chance.” He grabs Joseph when he swipes at the remote, Barclay strong enough to keep a hold on it even when Joseph tugs with his powers. Up close, he can see what Indrid meant when he said the hero had a face it would be a shame to damage.

Joseph flashes him a stunning smile as the remote begins getting hot. Fuck. Time for a new plan.

“You wanna know why they call me Bigfoot?”

“Wh--SHIT!” Joseph fights to free himself as Barclay shifts into his other form and hoists him over his head.

By the time Joseph pulls himself out of the dumpster, he’s no more than a disgruntled image in Barclay’s rearview mirror.

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“Thanks for helpin me out, Joe.” Duck scans the Capitol Square for signs of trouble.

“Any time.” Joe studies the readouts on his communicator in case something elsewhere needs their attention.

Duck, like the rest of the Pine Guard, was skeptical when a new hero by the name of Roswell approached them and asked if they wanted his help protecting Kepopolis. Ned pointed out the distinct air of government about him, and Duck wondered why he’d chosen a city with a solid population of supers. But he’s helped them enough times in the last two months that Duck considers him an honorary member. Even more so since he started training with them.

Fuck, the guy’s got abs, looks so good doing his practice circuits that Duck has to face the other way to avoid whacking himself in the face with his whips. No one’s held his attention since…

No. No thinking of Emperor Moth that way. He promised himself that after the last jerk-off session about the villain. And the one before that. And the one before that one.

Even Joe’s backstory is hot; rule-following government man, stationed at a secret desert base, refuses to to help his fellow agents use confiscated, alien tech for weapons research. In the process of smuggling it out, it goes off. Everyone thinks he’s dead, but instead he receives heightened reflexes, increases intelligence, and telekinesis. How is Duck supposed to resist that?

“Um, Ursa? Is that who I think it is at your two? Right by the churro cart at the farmer’s market.”

“Holy fuck. Yep, that’s Indrid and Barclay all right. Huh. Guess even villains like local produce.”

“And Sunday dates. Look” Joe, now shoulder to shoulder with him, gently tugs his chin a little lower so he sees where the pair are holding hands.

“I’ll be damned.” Duck murmurs. Indrid is the same; same silvery hair, same wide smile, same face of enchanting angles and lithe, wiry limbs. He just looks lighter. Softer.

Happier.

Barclay holds out a doughnut and Indrid bites it, powdered sugar dusting his face. The bearded villain laughs, and kisses a spot of sweetness away. Duck’s confusion over why he’s glad Indrid has someone to do that for him is dwarfed only by his bafflement at why he wishes it were him.

Better to distract from those disastrous daydreams with doable ones.

“Hey, uh, Joe? You ever use your powers for more than restrainin’ villains?”

“Sometimes.” Joe turns so they’re chest to chest, smile downright mischievous, “are you hoping for a demonstration?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then when we’re off the clock, I say we go back to my place for a drink and some, um, hands on illustrations of what I can do.”

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“What are they playing at?” Indrid peers from the rooftop into the Fun Center.

“I think they’re literally just bowling.” His boyfriend’s voice comes through his earpiece from where he’s stationed at their shared base

“But we could be plotting, be about to wreck havoc, and they’d never know.”

“Are you dropping hints?” Barclay sounds perplexed.

“No. I just do not understand why my hero wishes to waste time with yours.”

“He’s not mine.” Barclay mumbles, but Indrid can hear his blush.

“Wait, they have finished their game.” He watches Duck and Joseph stroll to the latters car. Before he can open the door, Duck taps him so he’ll turn. When he does, the shorter hero shoves him against the black vehicle, kissing him ferociously. Indrid stabs the bubble of jealousy in his chest before it even inflates, finds it unhelpfully replaced by the wish to be in the car, close enough to hear whatever Duck is whispering against Joseph’s neck. Close enough that instead of driving off to finish their tryst in private, they crowd into the back seat with him and render him speechless.

“Shall I come home early?” He murmurs, knowing full Barclay is seeing through his glasses.

Barclay’s response is a promising growl, “yeah, little moth, think you’d better.”

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“Give it up, moth, you know damn well I’m strongerOWow, fuck” Duck grits his teeth as Indrid claws his face. He could deploy the knife in the palm of the right glove, but most futures show him escaping without that.

“Yes, but you lack imagination, my ursine nemesis. Now get off of me so I can collect my prize and go home.”

“No can doFUCK.” Duck curses again as Indrid flips them, making it the heroes turn to slam his back into the concrete floor of the Reconcore Warehouse.

“Ta-taAH! Release me at once!” Indrid writhes as the SmarWhip tightens across his back, knowing his InstaPicks are trapped between their bodies. He’s not about to meet the humiliation of defeat while literally wrapped up with his enemy. There’s only one thing for it.

He means to headbutt the hero, he swears it, would do so even under the worst tortures of his past. But instead he brings their lips together with enough force to crack the teeth of a non-super. He pulls back a beat later, so surprised at himself he can’t track the futures.

Duck licks his lips, “About fuckin time.”

Indrid rolls to his side without a fight, the whips going slack and clattering on the concrete as Duck holds tight to the front of his suit, sucking his bottom lip as the villain flails his legs to wrap around sturdy thighs. He wiggles his hips in a plea he doesn’t trust his mouth to form, and Duck slots his knee between them.

“That’s it sugar, c’mon” Duck kisses him messily as he weaves his fingers into dark hair, “this why you’re always runnin around and makin me chase you? So needy you’ll give it up on the goddamn floor.”

“Yes, yesyes.” Indrid groans as kisses find his throat.

“Don’t bother me none. Think it’s kinda cute, and real fuckin flatterin.”

“Duck” he holds tighter; Barclay tends to take things slow, so he hasn’t cum this fast in months, “Duck please.”

“S’okay, sugar, you can cum.” The kiss is softer this time, “been wonderin’ what you look like when you do.”

Indrid gasps as pleasure spikes through his system. He doesn’t want to think of what comes next, what happens when he raises his head and sees Duck’s face return to its usual determined set.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go.” Duck hastily stands, then kneels and kisses him once on the forehead. He’s gone before Indrid can even offer to return the favor.

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It’s supposed to be a minor mission, the two of them scrambling the city’s traffic grid from the office near Kepler Dam.

“Oh no.” Indrid bursts from the car he entered a moment before, sprinting back towards the device they planted at one of the power boxes, “ohnohnono.”

“What-”

“Someone remotely tampered with my device!” He rips off the back, “and they still are! If, if it goes how they have programmed it to, it will take out the dam, it, it will, so many people-”

“Can we break it manually?”

“You could switch each command wire to the color that precedes it on the spectrum, but that would still make an explosion large enough to kill anyone within fifty feet, with no time to run. All, all those people, all my fault, again, I cannot, not again, I have to-”

Barclay understands two things; he won’t let Indrid live with any more disasters on his conscience. He didn’t throw off his past for that. And he can’t bear the thought of Indrid dying.

He sets a hand on each narrow shoulder, “Fly home, little moth.”

“No, I, you cannot do this-”

“We always promised each other that if it came down to it, we’d save ourselves and not the other.”

“Yes, which you are expressly contradicting!”

Barclay kisses him one last time, “I love you, Indrid.”

Then he hits the emergency autopilot button on Indrid’s suit, his wings carrying him up and away before he has a chance to protest.

Re-ordering the wires is fast and easy; as the explosion hits the air, he hopes dying will be the same.

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“How is he?” Duck pokes his head into the med room; because Joseph lacked a formal base during his travels, he has a procedure for adapting wherever he lives to superhero needs. Thank the lord for that, because when they found Barclay, singed and barely alive at the sight of an explosion, he knew he wasn’t handing him off to anyone else.

It took them five hours to get him stable, and Joseph’s heart twists every time he looks at his battered face; Barclay is careful and Indrid’s engineering is impeccable. What went wrong? Was Indrid there in the smoke and rubble and they didn’t see him?

One of his windows--his triple reinforced, alarmed, bullet-proof windows--shatters in the other room. He and Duck hit the living room at the same instant to find Indrid in his full villain apparel, nightsticks drawn.

“Where is he?” The villain demands, unyielding ice in every word.

“He’s in my med room. You can’t see him yet, he’s still in very bad shape-”

“I am taking him back with me.”

“Nuh uh, you move him now he’s liable to die.” Duck steps forward and Indrid hisses.

“Liars. You will keep him here, hand him over to the police when he is well. I am not going to lose him.”

“Indrid, we’re not going to do that, I swear.” Joseph’s never seen Indrid look this way, hardened and dangerous. Like he could kill them.

“Get out of my way.”

“No.”

Indrid attacks him, is knocked off course mid-way there as Duck tackles him to the couch.

“‘Drid, for fuck’s” Duck holds the villain down, wincing as he slams his shoulders with his weapons, “we ain’t gonna hurt him or turn him in. You know I can’t lie, so calm the fuck down.”

“I, I will not, if I lose him I, I do not know what I will do with myself, he always takes care of me, I cannot fail him again, cannot leave him without care.”

“You ain’t” Duck’s voice is so gentle Joseph could melt. Indrid does, going limp as Duck eases them into a sitting position, “he’s bein cared for here, I give you my goddamn word.”

“If that’s not enough” Joseph steps behind the couch, setting his hands on the recently vacuumed cushions, “you can stay here while he recovers. To make sure we take care of him the right way.”

A strange, high noise fills the air. It’s only when Indrid hides his face in Duck’s shoulder that he understands it’s coming from the villain.

“Shhh, s’okay ‘Drid, he’s okay. We’ll look after you.”

“I, hic, I do , hic, not need-”

“We both know that ain’t true.” Duck hugs him. When Joseph strokes his hair, Indrid sobs harder. In the dark living room, he wonders when was the last time Indrid allowed himself such emotions. It must have been with Barclay; he might be a villain by name, but Joseph sees the gentleness within the giant.

“I’m going to go check on him; I need to monitor his vitals and make a few adjustments so he’s comfortable.”

Indrid simply nods. Duck lifts Joseph’s hand and kisses it, “I got this one.”

As he checks the villain over, cleans dirt from his cheeks and combs his hair, he understands how Indrid must feel. He confessed to his crush on his nemesis the night Duck came home, radiating guilty arousal, and told him what happened in the warehouse. Joseph never held it against him; for starters, Indrid is quite the catch himself. More importantly, his territorialism around Duck long ago crossed from keeping other villains from his target to simply saving Duck’s life.

By the time he returns to the living room, Indrid is asleep atop Duck on the couch. Joseph slips onto the far end, and guides Duck’s head into his lap, petting his hair until he too drops into dreaming.

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“Thought the whole ‘writer’ thing was just cover.” Barclay says softly. He’s still bedridden, which is why Joseph moved his work station into the med room.

“No, I’ve always wanted to write about the paranormal.”

“Any favorite cryptids?”

“Bigfoot, of course.” Joseph winks just to watch Barclay blush. It’s a new sight, one he’ll never tire of. Truthfully, having Barclay in his house is something he never wants to end; his recovery gives them ample time to talk, rather than banter, and lord help him is Barclay his type. The two of them are locked in a game of romantic chicken. Which is very different from-

“Sugar, I gotta go to work.”

“Nonsense, call them at once and tell them you are needed here. For...spring cleaning?” Indrid hangs off Duck, glasses slipping down his nose as he nuzzles him.

“Nice try.” Duck kisses him, slips free and kisses Joseph too, “I gotta patrol after work, so I’ll be in kinda late.”

“Be safe.” Joseph kisses him one more time, squeezes his ass when he turns around. Is it his fault his boyfriend has the nicest ass in the state?

Indrid waves goodbye as Duck leaves the room, then begins making his usual nest in the beanbag chair he brought from his own home a week ago.

“Y’know, I’m glad he came to you guys. And that he and Duck are kinda working things out.” Barclay opens his mouth as Joseph feeds him the nicest pudding that he’s also able to keep down. When Barclay first woke up, Indrid alternated between being livid at him for sacrificing himself (“I am far worse than you, the world needs you more you horrible, brave man”) and cuddling him as much as his recovery allowed.

“Me too.”

“He uh, he pretty much never talks about his past, but it doesn’t take super smarts to work out it was fucked up. Showing weakness, accepting affection...it’s hard for him. Which made things rough for us early on, because all I wanna do is take care of him. Got no idea how he’s gonna react to having two more people who want to look after him.”

The answers include: sleep in Duck’s arms, read with his head in Joseph's lap, kiss Barclay whenever he can, and generally seek out any kind of touches the others will give him.

“You wanna order lunch later today?”

“Is this just an excuse to show off how good you are at picking food for each of us?”

Barclay blushes again, “Maybe.”

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“I see your evil plot now, Emperor Moth; you suggested we do a movie night so you could steal all my body heat with your fuckin icicle fingers.”

“Nonsense, I am not just stealing your body heat. I am also stealing Joseph’s body heat.” Indrid preens.

“Hmm, how shall we deal with such a cunning villain?”

“I got a few ideas.” Duck drags Indrid into a kiss while Joseph loops his arms around his waist to tease his inner thighs.

“Got a few myself.” A soft voice rumbles from behind them. Indrid sits straight, all his attention on Barclay.

“On your knees, little moth.”

Indrid drops to the floor, blanket tangled around him. Joseph and Duck trade an intrigued look; Indrid leans towards the submissive, but this is a new form of it.

“Head in Duck’s lap.”

Indrid obeys. Duck strokes his cheek, “good boy.”

Barclay circles the couch as Duck pulls down his sweatpants. Indrid licks his lips, then looks up at the hero.

“You can touch, sugar. Suck too, if you want.”

“So very much. Oh” he sighs as Barclay cups the back of his head, “h-hello dearest.”

“Hey, baby. C’mon, show Duck just how good at this you are.” He nudges Indrid’s head forward, keeping his hold on it until Indrid hims and Duck makes a deeply undignified noise.

“Fuuuuck, thanks for sharin man.”

“Any time” Barclay strokes Indrid’s head, “my baby deserves to suck whoever’s dick he wants.”

Barclay steps back, Duck’s hand instantly sliding to replace it, holding Indrid tenderly in place while he blows him. Barclay eases himself onto Joseph’s right side as the hero contemplates whether he should start jerking off now or wait to see where this goes.

“Joseph?” Barclay suddenly sounds shy, “Can I, uh, can I kiss you?”

He climbs into his lap in reply, beard scratching his palms as Barclay moans down his throat.

“Took you two long enough.”

“Agreed” Indrid kisses Duck’s belly before returning to his task.

“Hey, we don’t all get lucky and get our wires crossed in a fight in a good way.” Barclay busies himself making beard-burn on Joseph’s neck.

“But you do get lucky enough to recover ahead of schedule.” Joseph nips the corner of his mouth.

“Uh, not sure I’m all the way there. But I felt good enough to get up and wander around. Glad I did.”

“Me too. Although, I’m not sure how much you should exert yourself.”

“I’m pretty tough, babe.”

“I know. Just to be safe…” Joseph kisses his nose, “is this position comfortable?”

“Very. Oh, oh fuck” brown eyes widen beautifully as he finds he can’t move, “fucking-A that’s so hot, Joseph, babe, shoulda asked you to use these one me like this the first time we met.”

“Would that have kept me out of the dumpster?”

“....Okay maybe not. Point is, please use your fucking powers on me whenever you want from now on.”

“You like being put in your place, big guy?” Joseph slowly grinds on him as he undoes Barclay’s bathrobe.

“By you? Yeah, I really fucking do.”

“Good. Stay there while I slip into something more comfortable.”

“Cornball” Duck chuckles fondly, then moans as Indrid slips a hand down to join his mouth.

Barclay’s eyes darken as Joseph strips down. By the time he’s naked, the other man is growling and his teeth and fingers are sharper than they were.

“No shifting tonight; I’m not sure how it will interact with your recovery.”

“The, the futures suggest it could reopen some wounds.” Indrid grins, “but you should try it at a later date; it is very fun to ride him in that form.”

“Someone better start riding me now or I’m gonna rip the couch in half--uh, wait. I, do we need-”

“The accident made me infertile and unable to catch all known illnesses.”

“Nice.” Barclay grabs his hips and yanks him down, the two of them moaning together as he sinks onto his cock. He rolls and rocks, Barclay grunting in time with his movements, mouth going slack after only a few bounces.

“Sensitive, big guy?”

“Uh huh, fuck, Joseph” his hold is terrifyingly strong and Joseph loves it, “babe, you feel so good.”

“Look it too.” Duck blows him a kiss. Indrid gives a little “mmhmm” and bobs his head.

“Fuck, I’m, fuck this is gonna be really embarassing, fuck, you’re so fucking good, feel so good.” He yips, pleased, when Joseph bears down harder. A sharp “fuck” bursts from beside them; he turns to watch Duck cumming on Indrid’s face. The villain doesn’t miss a beat, scrambling into his lap to kiss him before turning his red eyes on Barclay.

“The next time I pick things up from the hideout, I shall get your cockring.”

“A cockcage might be better for this, nnhff, beast.”

“Yes” Barclay growls, holding him down so hard he can’t get free. He gives him back the use of his hips and he bucks up violently, “yes, yes, put me in one, make me wear it all day, but you better put that one in one too, you, fuck, you’ve seen how he gets.”

“Nah.” Duck kisses Indrid slowly, “think I’ll tie him up and wring as many orgasms outta him as I can.”

Indrid gives a high, trilling moan and dives in for another kiss.

“Good plan.” Joseph can see it now; he even knows which rope Duck will likely use. Then he can’t see anything at all, his vision blurry as Barclay bounces him on his cock. There’s a howlgrowlpurr and then he’s cumming, growling even louder when Joseph clenches around him for fun.

“Fuck that was hot.” Barclay plants kisses down his brow, “how, how do you wanna get off, babe?”

“May I suggest sitting on my face?” Indrid says hopefully.

“Like mike cum so much you’ll lick it outta someone else, little moth?”

“No. Well, yes, but my offer comes from both a desire to know the feeling of blowing each of you, and because the position allows Duck to use his fingers on me while you, dearest, work my cock.”

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin smart sugar.” Duck hops up to retrieve the lube while the other two join Indrid on the floor. Joseph settles into position and immediately learns why Duck was being so loud.

“Lordalmighty, Indrid, you’re incredible.”

“‘Ank ‘ou.” Indrid closes his lips around his dick, humming until his toes curl. Barclay kisses him lazily, snickering when Indrid occasionally turns his head to lap at his softening cock.

“This is the best part.” Barclay murmurs as Duck pushes Indrid’s legs apart.

A muffled moan signals the other hero working his fingers in, Indrid twitching and whimpering as he fucks him. Joseph glances back to see Duck thoroughly entranced by the sight of his fingers opening that very cute ass up.

“You’re right, big guy, he sucks cock better when he’s screaming.”

“Learned that by putting a vibrating ring on his dick and making him cockwarm me.”

“Holy fuck.” Duck groans, “add that to the fuckin to-do list.”

Joseph lets himself be drawn into another kiss, stays there for a long, long time as Indrid’s cries coax his orgasm closer.

“Tell me when you’re close. Don’t want him cumming until you’re done.” Barclay whispers. Below them, Indrid whines. Barclay wipes cum from his boyfriend’s cheek, “you want to cum soon, better get Joseph off.”

“Shit” Joseph braces his hands on the floor, grinding his hips and dragging slick across Indrid’s chin, “shit, that’s it.”

“MMPPPHHHHH” Indrid thrashes as Barclay begins rapidly jerking him off. The villain even bends to lick the head once or twice, and Duck does his best to thrust harder whenever he does.

“Cannot fuckin wait to see you cum again, sugar. You looked so fuckin perfect last time.”

Cum splatters Joseph’s lower back, his own climax buzzing through his veins and bursting across his neurons, more intoxicating and invigorating than the neon green shock all those years ago.

He climbs off Indrid, flops back into what turn out to be Duck’s arms. Indrid shifts onto his side, curling his arms around Ducks leg and bumping Barclays knee with his thigh, “We are going to need a bigger house.”

Joseph believes in prudence and caution, in not rushing into relationships (especially with men who were once your enemies). But as he takes in the scene around him, the love flooding his chest, he knows Indrid is right.

He start researching listings in the morning.

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