#mans also sunburns easy

[thealmightytrashdump]

Sunburned

#albert wesker #Sketch #80s fashion #He is so 80s coded #mans also sunburns easy #he watched miami vice and decided his entire fashion sense just be suits and turtlenecks and button ups #i love him #resident evil #miami vice #wip #digital art #digital wip #fashion icon

[moonit3]

THE HAREM

➥ warnings/notices: yandere, gn! reader, harem (both of men and women), obsession, mentioned pregnancy, reader isn’t straight, mentioned children, nudity but nothing too much, the retired emperor (your father) wants grandchildren.

➥ synopsis: maybe a harem isn’t a bad idea after all, not with a bunch of people wanting to be yours.

➥ yandere! concubines harem x gn! reader

➥ a/n: here it is, my friends. an entire piece of a bunch of people obsessing over chasing the reader and able to anything to make you their. as the people has speak, the harem consists of men and women to let you guys choose or imagine about the concubines. I don’t what to say more, so enjoy it!

inheriting the throne of the empire, father and the council decided that you should get married soon as possible, which wasn’t bad. you already expected to enter a marriage like everyone told you so, but you didn’t expect that father would send a bunch of concubines to the palace…why did he do that? is he crazy?

according to him, it would be beneficial to the empire to have more connection with nobles of the territory and other people from other part of the world. but also that he desperately want grandkids to be running around the palace and since you are unsuccessful in striking a conversation, father is more than willingly to help you. he is lucky that you love him, because you were ready to choke him for those stupid actions.

things gotten worse by the time you receive the many proposals from people that are willing to join your harem, it’s shocked you a little. many nobles, foreigners and even politicians are offering themselves to become your concubines.

many palaces were build or reformed to be home for those who were assigned to enter your harem. the walls of golden, silver and other expensive material are a great to show how the leader of the nation isn’t above to spend his fortune to accommodate the people that will be part of their daily life, but it’s also a remind that none should interrupt the emperor/empress in their work, but some of those concubines ignore that.

it’s easy to find the most boldly and shameless people from your harem inside your office, whispering to your ears things that none should say during work hours and trying to move their hands to your lower parts. that irritates you, they are supposed to be bothering you on your free hours like you expected, but they don’t care. your beloved concubines knows that you don’t have courage to punish or exile them for their actions, aren’t you a sweetheart? so they often try to make a move on you when you less expected.

one of those unexpected moments was during your bath, when you prefer to be alone and peace that didn’t last long. a man and a woman appeared from nowhere and they were complete naked, showing their intimate part to you. before you could disappear or command them to leave, the men with white hair made you take a seat on his lap while the woman, with green hair, wash your body, speaking that someone so hard working like you should take a moment to rest with them.

your mind quickly remembers whose the two are, both of them are foreign knight who joined the harem not a long time ago. the scars they carry on their skin that tell stories of fights and conflicts, sunburn marks of spending hours under the sun working to archive the body of a warrior and good looking who could easily choose anyone to marry if they weren’t part of the harem.

neither of them dared to take things further, knowing that you are almost on the limit by having two concubines in your private bathroom, but that don’t stop them from trying to strike a special subject with you. asking if you already chose with who you will bed first and who will be the one to carry the first born/make you pregnant.

the two questions were enough to make you overthinking, how could you forget such an important thing and the main reason why there concubines? you need to give the throne a minimal of four potential heirs (father’s words) and for that, you need to choose at least three concubines.

with the bath ending, the two waved goodbye as they didn’t want to intrude your personal chambers when they notice how focused you got by his words. you didn’t saw the smiles on their faces, you failed to realize their plan is working and nor you perceived how the others concubines whispered to each other about the incoming rumors about you.

“it seems that our beloved is finally choosing someone to bed with them! it’s my chance to show myself to them!”

“w-will they take my consideration? the letters i wrote for them might work…”

“maybe they will choose more than one. the retired emperor said he wants at least four heirs from different people, so everyone has a chance!”

many days that were wasted to talk with father about the potential candidates were a lot, the old man couldn’t stop talking how happy he was when hearing yours words. “im going to be a grandfather! can’t you see how much proud am i to finally see you taking the first step to being with someone? i promise to help you raising the little ones!”and for next couple of hours, he didn’t stop talk about the potential scenarios with the hypothetical grandkids that he will spoils with no end.

when father finally stopped talking and went to retire for the rest of the night, you walked back to your office with the intention of finish paperwork that is meant for next month, but you found someone there. one of the tallest ladies of the harem with white curly hair that reach her chest and a dark skin that reminds of you callas lilies. a beautiful, no… a gorgeous woman stands in front of your with her hands holding your chin to look up at her starry eyes.

“my dear,” her voice is sweet as honey, but you can hear the undertones of it, holding back her true energy and you know she is more than a pretty face. “is that true of you choosing a concubine to bed with?”

“y-yeah.” you stuttered. why you did? you never did that before. “everyone knows it, why the question though, my lady?”

“because i was hoping to be the first one to experience it.” she whispered, holding your face closer to her chest, feeling how soft its feel against your cheek. “would you give me the pleasure of being your first, my dear?”

she is a bold one. unlike others who works at the shadows, manipulating and even killing those who are in their paths, the second born of the grand duke knows how to use her charms to enchants you to open your heart to let her in. her starry eyes are too bright to the darkness to the room, but you don’t move away from her gaze, at least not on your own.

a knock on the door reveals another concubine and it’s a familiar face, but also an old face from your childhood, the general. one of the greatest things to ever happen to the empire and responsible to bring many territories to the throne, he is also part of the harem. to think a powerful man like him left his own land to become a concubine for you is extraordinary, but worrying. none of them spoken, just keep staring at each other for minutes until the woman left the office without saying a word, but not before kissing your lips, it tasted like strawberries.

alone with the general, he step closer and guided your hand to his chest, letting you feel his heart skipping faster and faster just by your touch. his cheeks are burning red, an unlike view from the so called the coldest man of the empire, and when he opens his lips to speak, you can’t help but feel surprised.

“would i be selfish for asking to be the only one inside your heart? i can’t help myself when others talk with you, none of them deserve to be around you and touch you, but i do.” his face get closer, too closer to your lips. “give me a chance to show my love. give me a chance to be responsible for the first heir of the empire. let me be the father of your children and please, let me stay at your chambers every single night for the rest of our lives.”

@moonit3 writings

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #yandere headcanons #yandere male x reader #yandere man #yandere woman #yandere boy #yandere girl #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanon #yandere hcs #yandere concept #yandwre concubines #yandere harem #tw yandere #➥·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ moon writings

[ozzgin]

So @moonthundersoldier requested a Predator x Reader headcanon and I have to say, I took my time with it as an excuse to watch Prey and whip out my dusty old comics. I‘m a big fan of Alien and Predator and this was my chance to finally try my hand at it! Hopefully it turns out alright.

Various Predators x Predator! Reader Headcanons

Featuring various Yautja types that independently find and court a mysterious reader raised by humans.

Part 1: Meeting

Part 2: Courting

Part 3: Mating

Backstory

The earliest memory you have of your parents consists only of their wide backs as they hastily controlled the ship, looking for a new hunting ground. You were born to a pair of bad bloods that have been exiled by their clan. They were loudly typing in the parameters for the landing, which so far wasn’t looking gracious. Just as the ship brushed against Earth‘s atmosphere, a foreign vessel appeared behind. Judging by the angry growls of your parents, it wasn’t a good thing.

You of course don’t recall any of it, but what followed was a swift battle once the landing jets touched the ground. The second ship opened up without delay and several Predators in stark white armor marched their way out. They were enforcers, dispatched to hunt down criminals such as your parents. As they finished their gruesome task, they noticed the remaining heat radiating from the cockpit. Had they missed a member? Then again, the overall shape was too small for a regular man. One of the officers climbed into the collapsed remains of the ship and spotted you. Troublesome. He nonchalantly grabbed your carrier and walked out, showing the cause of mild concern to the others. The important things such as weapons were to be returned to Yautja Prime, anything else destroyed. So, what were they supposed to do with you?

The answer was found rather quickly, as their helmets notified them of approaching life forms. Most likely wild animals, in which case you would also be taken care of. The suckling of fugitives could hardly integrate back in the clan. This was for the best. So they quickly discarded the remaining wreckage and boarded their vessel once again.

“Oh God, what is that?” a tall man shouts as he approaches your abandoned carrier, holding tight onto the shotgun. “Some sort of creature…Be careful!”

The plump woman with a sunburned face that had followed behind was now just a few inches from you, bending over with genuine curiosity. “Are you serious right now? Put that shotgun down, it’s a baby!” Seemingly unperturbed by your unusual appearance, she picked you up and briefly analyzed your features before lifting your carrier and turning around. “Let’s go, I’m not leaving a child behind. We’ll figure it out.”

Reader’s countryside life

And so you were raised by honest, loving and - most importantly - human farmers. Since you’ve been equipped with proper, superior intelligence, it has been easy for you to acquire the human language. The clicks and growls were slowly replaced with fully articulated words. Save for your reptilian appearance, you are otherwise an authentic member of the family.

You might have the docile, caring behavior of a human, but your predator instincts have not been discarded. You’re taller and stronger than your “relatives”, and the more dangerous labor of guarding or hunting has been in your hands for many years now. The old shotgun now serves as a dusty wall decoration, it could never compete with your claws, speed and ferocity. Your heart remains that of a hunter.

Eventually it becomes a vague gossip within the cities of Yautja Prime that one of their own might be roaming Earth, completely unaware of their roots. A Predator woman, trained by humans. What would the outcome be? Curiosity peaks for certain Predators and they can’t help but wish to see you with their own eyes. Maybe the different backgrounds would provide future younglings with unknown exotic advantages.

Your peaceful life comes to an end when the first of many suitors descends onto the bizarre planet and manages to track you down. The first encounter leaves you speechless: are there more individuals like you out there? You feel relief flushing over you as the knowledge of similar creatures settles in. You weren’t alone, after all. And soon enough you even learn to describe what you’ve always questioned about yourself. You’re a Yautja, a Predator.

Predators meeting the reader

You’ve really caught the feral Predator’s eyes. He has parted ways with modern technology a long time ago and prefers to hunt with minimal tools. He finds your way of surviving very similar to his tribal lifestyle, relying more on strength and agility that have been polished in raw nature. He’s the one that teaches you the native language and tells you about the Homeworld, though he suspects you come from a different hemisphere. He likes to observe the tactics you’ve developed to hunt the animals of this world and shares his own experience and tips with you. He has grown fond of the wilderness on this planet and plans to propose that the two of you build a family away from the needless hassle of cities. If there’s such a thing as a soul mate, then Black Warrior has entrusted him to be yours.

The visit you receive from an elite Predator is not as cozy. He watches you from afar and notices your interactions with the humans. His guide marks them as targets, so why are you acting all chummy with boring prey? They don’t seem to have combat skills and yet you bring them game and offer protection. He refuses to believe that you’ve been in some way enslaved, bringing shame to your kind. He decides to confront you and demand answers. Having learned the language, you explain that this is your clan, the family that raised you. You’re a bit annoyed that this complete stranger is bringing in his hierarchies and social constructs as some sort of universal law. You do not care for his philosophy of power and warn him to be respectful of the customs here. Aha, there it is. Your imposing figure and assertive threats confirm to him you’re a proper Yautja despite the circumstances. His initial frown is replaced by a satisfied expression. Don’t worry, your potential won’t go to waste in this dump of weaklings. He’ll take you home with him and show you the true meaning of a Predator family. Even if he has to fight you a little for it.

This fugitive bad blood has finally found you. He’d known your parents for a long time and heard about their demise, but he never expected they’d leave an offspring behind. He scans your figure with a certain impertinence, pleased by what he sees. Should he kill the humans and capture you as his mate? It’s certainly the most entertaining option. He smugly shows you his trophy belt, bearing the skulls of defeated prey, and asks you if your little creatures deserve a spot. You assume a fighting stance and erratic clicking sounds erupt from his chest, most likely a laugh. You have no tools and you’ve only ever fought…what…little Earth piglets half the size of a Predator Hound? But it’s alright, he wants a feisty mother for his children. Give your best shot.

By far the most challenging admirer has been the Berserker. You can see the similarity between the two of you, but the blood red eyes are unlike all the other Predators you’ve encountered before. Merely seconds after discovering your presence, the creature attempted to dominate you and you had to trash your way out of its grasp. You try to assess the situation but have little time to contemplate before the next attack occurs. He’s heavier and larger than you or the other Predators and as much as you hate to admit, taking him down could prove difficult. What does he want? He thankfully hasn’t redirected his aim towards your family, and if he so desired he may have killed you by now. He retracts his claws and turns to face you once again. He’s mocking you, not even keeping his guard up. But there’s something else in his eyes, a primal urge that sends cold shivers down your spine. He’s going to make you his.

#predator #predator x reader #yautja #prey #monster x reader

[eponymous-rose]

Just wanted to make this little PSA:

I know the US healthcare system is a dumpster fire, but if you do have access to preventative care, please consider adding a full-body skin exam to your schedule!

I naturally have a lot of moles, my uncle had skin cancer, and I've had two major/peeling sunburns in my life (your risk of skin cancer doubles with a history of a single blistering sunburn). Starting two years ago, I've been going in yearly to get everything checked out, and I've already had two suspicious moles removed. A friend of mine went in for the first time a while back (in part because I kept bringing it up) and they found a precancerous mole on the sole of her foot, of all places. One minor surgery and a couple weeks on crutches later, it's no longer an issue.

Another big risk factor is tanning beds - a friend in college was in a sorority that used to all go together fairly regularly, and two of them wound up having to get treated for aggressive melanomas by the time they turned 30 (the friend in question had multiple major surgeries, but is thankfully now cancer-free for over 5 years).

I'm not intending to scare people, but if you have a mole that's been worrying you (see the ABCDEs of moles), even if you don't spend a lot of time outside or burn often, just know that the full-body skin exam is a quick and easy way to get peace of mind. And yes, even those with plenty of melanin are still at risk of skin cancer and should make a habit of wearing sunscreen!

Having a suspicious mole removed is a super-quick procedure (takes about 20 seconds, including numbing), and they'll biopsy the sample and test it to make sure there are no cancer cells. All that's required from you may be going in to get one stitch removed a couple weeks later, or just keeping a bandaid on the area for a week and then moisturizing until it's totally healed to avoid scarring. The biopsy process is much less painful than something like a blood draw.

I was reminded of all this because I went back for my yearly exam a couple days ago (currently waiting on a biopsy of a mole that my dermatologist characterized as barely suspicious, but hey, took it off anyway for peace of mind) and man, it feels good to have someone look at the constellation of little shapes on my back and go "Yup, all normal!" Or even to have someone comb through my hairline to look for moles I can't see easily on my own. I thought going in yearly would ramp up my health anxiety, but it's at an all-time low knowing that anything bad that pops up has a great chance of being in a super early stage.

I also use sunscreen much, much more religiously.

#health tw #medical tw #cancer tw

[blood-grove]

unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

previous <- part 3 -> next

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

tags; @chickennn-soupp @cassiecasluciluce @sans-chara @lethargicluv 

a/n; hehehehemuahauahahahahaa (also realized the abuse tw doesnt rlly apply much its more like past abuse then current so ill fix that.) also i dont believe in proofreading (im lazy) also im not good at dialogue or sticking to povs....:(

The mer was in horrible condition by the time they had located them, Sightings from swimmers, surfers, and divers anyone that could have briefly seen them.

They had finally got a lead and the team was off, It didn't take but a couple of hours to find the injured Mer it didn't seem to disturbed at our presence yet till of course it seemed to notice us finally starting to swim away.

Susan one of our head researchers loading the tranquilizer gun as we prepared things around the boat, From what he could see the mer seemed to be in worse condition on the skinnier side and scarred beyond thought possible glimpse of sunburn scars also confused him.

"Where'd ya even find da' poor ol' sap like that Gaz?"

"Around the dock was on a break..nearly thought it was a corpse till it swam away."

"Creepy.."

He nodded sighing as they started up the boat again steering themself to be on line with the mer that must of noticed they were being followed they had started at a quicker pace of swimming which no doubt was hurting there injuries even worse pulling up beside them with the both allowing Susan to take proper aim.

A first hit there tail fin when they tried to quickly surface for air which sent them into a panic he felt anxious they would get away as they got another dart ready

They seemed to feeling the dart in full effect as they tried to shake the dart off there struggles gradually weakening when Susan had already reloaded getting a good shot on there back as the mer tried to dive deeper.

Recovering there now unconscious form had been relatively easy they were on the small size of Orca mer as they were laid on the boat heading course back to the facility as the medics on board got to work with patching up some of there injuries some would need surgery to be properly stitched up and fully sanitized.

He sighed as he looked over the mer sighing as he gave a gently pat to it's tail it hurt him to see them in such a state.

"As far as our examination goes we can't get a definite age but they are a full adult, There underweight so slipping in supplements and more high fat content in there food is a must.." A medic would explain as they both watched the Orcas surgery from behind glass.

"A lot of there wounds were infected but in the early stages so recovery from them might be a easy enough process.."

"You think there wounds are the cause of them being underweight?"

"We don't think so the wounds would be much more infected than they were now if it had been from a while back.."

Gaz sighed as he shifted.

"I'll go talk with Price-"

He turned heading out as he started down the hall.

He always thought this place needed some decorations besides the main lobby and a few other rooms the hallways were bare made the place feel more sterile and void always made him shiver or maybe it was the cool A/C that the old man was so stubborn about.

It didn't take him long to reach Price around the pool area.

"Garrick, How'd it go?"

"Better than expecting there gonna be leavin' to the rehab pools soon enough..You think they'll be big enough?"

"Pretty sure we've handle Mer's bigger than em' right?"

Gaz nodded, "There pretty small mer poor thing's underweight and got a infection'"

Price hummed as he picked up what he was working on before Gaz came in.

"You heard about Shadow's Shore getting a bunch of there 'attractions' stolen?"

Shadow's Shore, God those bastards they were notorious for kidnapping or even killing merfolk for sport.

The merfolk they kidnapped were usually children easiest to grab and place into there tanks treated no more than a mindless creature they usually didn't live there entire lifespans which was still unknown for most merfolk due to people like Shadow's Shore taking them while there young just for them to die barely even adults.

Video's from the place made his blood boil forced to do tricks, Getting treats as if they were a dogs, And god that annoying baby talk.

Merfolk were basically on the same intelligence level as human even rumored to have there own general language and species specific language yet laws in a lot of places refused to see them as such allowing Shadow Shore to stay open for the money it brought in.

The merfolk that were hunted were treated like trophy kills let out into small pools where they where shot and held up to pose with the person who paid to kill them.

Gaz shivered he still remember that video that was quickly covered up by the press, That poor mer crawling desperately out of the pool trying to get away so many arrows sticking out it.

Gaz quickly shook himself out of that thought focusing back in front of him.

"Really? fuckers would of deserved it..What'd made you bring this up?"

"They lost a few of there Orca Mer's"

a/n; cutting this short here cuz its literally 1 am as i finish this part off LMAO if this isnt as good as the other ones blame 1 am kron 🫠 also loreee ! loreee! some background info into this world :))))

#cod #gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz x gn!reader #reader #gender neutral reader #gaz x reader #captain john price #john price #simon ghost riley #cod ghost #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soapghost #merfolk au #fanfic #eeeee <3 #amateur writer

[bcacstuff]

So, yes today to my disgust actually someone thought she needed to put a name out here on Tumblr (again). Now she has some history all summer, and it all went nowhere... We all know she's just there for the 'scoop' even if there isn't any.

Anyway, yes I've been receiving messages already since last Tuesday about the woman she puts out now. Just for proof

For the ones not familiar with the Dutch language 'dinsdag = Tuesday). And I sighed when I saw that message, and it wasn't the only one, as people already seem to be on that track... as well. Because yes, someone I talk to a lot alerted me already before, and had all her stories and... the post on X from Andy Murdoch only added to the suspicion of course. As you can tell, and perhaps all of you were also very curious what place he would show in his live IG on Tuesday. Not at home, so much was clear.

So who is she and what is the connection to Sam? Sam started following her since February last year, when he did his Hyrox challenge with Nic. She's a gym rat, fitness infuencer as well and has done a number of Hyrox challenges and he often follows brands she promotes. She also often likes his post.

Now you could say, and that's what we were talking behind the scenes as well, she has a son and she lives in Glasgow. Two red flags...

Anyway, let's go to now and here... what do we know, what is sure, what is a fact and what is speculation or gives us food for thoughts...

From the live IG we learned Sam is not at home, but somewhere with more sun, warmer so you want. He didn't hide it in his live IG saying he might be a little sunburned and in speaking with Valbo it was clear he's at a warmer place than northern Europe, where in all countries (as well as in mine) it is freezing and have a lot of snow.

Even on the reflection of his watch you can see the blue sky.

Now you can have doubts about the post on X from Andy Murdoch, and I have no doubts certain parts of this fandom will. But I personally give this man the benefit f the doubt and believe his post where he states he saw Sam on a flight toGran Canaria on Sunday.

Curiously at the same time he seems to be there we see Sarah Holden posting from there as well. All training videos and easily to determine it's Gran Canaria, not only from the environment she posted but the gym she was at as well. And according to the information I was provided, she was still in Glasgow last Saturday.

So red flag or not, and even 2 red flags, it's not a secret some got curious and started watching (or were watching all the time already).

I mean posts like this

didn't leave much doubts, that gym she posted several stories every day from was easily found in Puerto Rico GC. And more.... she posted a lot stories, so it was even easy to search out the airbnb she is staying.

Quite a large villa for one person...

with a nice private swimmingpool

But but but.... you're gonna ask exactly what we were looking for, was that the same place the Live IG was from????

No it wasn't. We've certainly tried to find as many pics as we could find from that place, and it isn't far from the gym. But we can not identify this place as the same place the live IG came from. but there's an option he could have just gone to another place for the live IG 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, then there are some videos. On one you could see maybe his leg! Maybe, it's just a glimpse, on some others you could maybe hear his voice. I've put all 3 videos together as I can only post one video in one post. First video 'his legs?' Second and third video 'his voice?'

His leg, hard to see, as it is right behind the SOS sticker, but you can see it a couple of times.

His voice (?) in the beginning of the dog video very short and in the middle of the last gym video when she puts up the weights, someone shouting 'Let's go' which seems more clearly Sam's voice (imo)

So what conclusions can we draw out of this all. I think Sam is in Gran Canaria, you can doubt it and some will for sure, but I do not have much doubts he is. Sarah is for sure in GC training a lot. From what I have seen they seem to be on some sort of same training schedule. She's posting a lot on IG, he's active on IG as well. So are they together? Well her airbnb doesn't match his Live IG location, still there's an option he found a place that we didn't see or went somewhere else. To me it looks like they're training a lot, and that could be together, or partly together perhaps. It could be as much as just a training buddy, he knows her from Glasgow for over a year. But if there is more? I don't know. There are still red flags to consider as well

I know you will all have your comments, and some will call me out for everything. I'm posting this now as her name is already out there and that's bad enough already, as that will only make them more cautious perhaps. (which will mean we wont see much more most likely). I do think there is a bit more than just 2 people coincidentally being at the same place. But what or what the nature is, and are they staying at the same airbnb or not. I don't know.

For now I can only draw the conclusion that 2 people from Glasgow who know each other and share the same interest are both at the same place and training a lot. I did check Hyrox events and the website to see if Sam or Sarah or both were signed up for a future event (and perhaps together, he could go for a mixed double). But so far haven't found anything on there.

And that's all I have to report on it so far. As usual you can draw your own conclusions from it, in the comments preferably. Nasty messages calling me out for anything but good are a waste of time, I wont post them.

Edit, the airbnb pictures I shared in this post are not the correct ones, I correct it in my next post, so please see them here

[spookemsdukems]

KICKS DOWN THE DOOR After a long while of my computer being in the shop I gots it back and what did I do immediately?? DRAW MORE FAN KIDS, I ended up getting so invested in them that I did not make any actual fan kids from MTAS and just fellow pals OCs asdfghjkl BUT HERE WE GO!!! AHEM AHEM From Left to right Boulder (the Onyx x Builder kiddo) @florisam

He's a happy go lucky lil man who hides his eyes cause they spooky a lot of people, just like both Mom's <3 He likes scarabs and beetles and collects bugs and is very good at building little houses for them!! My soft son with sharp teef

Alouette (the Aerie x "Builder" kiddo) @illusidy

She is a chill girl, just likes laying on rocks and watching the clouds go by. She's a bit quirky?? Tilts her head at unnatural angles when no one is looking and just stares... a lot. But she's so cute : D so don't be freaked out when you see her glowing eyes at night.

!!DOUBLE TROUBLE!! Maverick and Calla (the Aka x "Builder") fan kiddos @oxalisworks

The names are place holders cause I dunno how to name kids asdfghjkl but BOY ARE THEY PRETTY!!! Mave is just a suave but terrible at being genuinely normal, he has weird hecking hair like his pops and is more cunning then anything. Calla is a grumpy baby girl who wants to adventure but has 0 sense of direction and gets lost ALL the time. She has a lil whistle to blow so that people can come find her lmao Anemone (Skye x "Builder) fan kiddo!! @neonlightsblog Let it be known she doesn't hate you, she just has RBF and doesn't want to talk to you unless you talk to her first. A picky girl who loves Moms but also gets tired of how weird her eyes are because of them. Tries her HARDEST to be super normal, but let's be honest she probably has some weird traits to. (Def licks rocks and the air sometimes to figure out if its going to rain)

Noelle (the Daeth x "Builder") Fan kiddo! @tyesteban

She hates you actually. Literally do not talk to her unless you are her dad or mom. Sunburns super easy and gets heat stroke even easier. She is rather delicate but also grows to be pretty tall?? She is the western goth we have all been waiting for. She prefers wearing black because it traps the heat in and she likes to be warm like Mom, but doesn't want to be caught laying on a rock or the roof. Carmin (the Valentine x "Builder") Fan kiddo!! @sunstream7 Perhaps the most ENERGETIC of the bunch!!! He loves running around in circles and loves loves?? Ok, he is the kid who meets you and says "Bye I love you have a good day : D" he's got a bit of a lisp cause of the teeth! A charming goober who needs to have eyes and hands on him at all times or else he will be found in a tree or on the roof or- OH mY GOD GET OFF THE STATUE OF PEACH???

LET IT BE KNOWN!!! All these kids?? Eyes glow in the dark. Is it freaky?? Yes. Is it just like mom?? Also yes :>

#mtas builder #mtas oc #my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas “builder” #aka #aerie #onyx #valentine #daeth #fankids #tags are hard teehee #tada

[blueskittlesart]

hiiiiiiii so um. ik a while back you posted a doodle of yourself with short hair and i’ve been thinking about cutting mine short—do you have any tips about picking a style or anything that might not be obvious about having short hair?

oh fuck yes I do! I've had short-medium hair in a few different styles since I was thirteen (im 20 now, so it's been a while) and I recently buzzed my head for the second time so i'm pretty experienced in this area lol!

first thing you should know is that if anyone has ever suggested that you don't have the "facial structure" for short hair or that you're not gonna look good with it is full of shit. no one tells men they don't have the face for short hair. i promise it's gonna look good. chop that shit off

in terms of style, be aware of the amount of work the style you pick is going to take. when I first cut my hair short the reference photo I gave my stylist was of a heavily styled cut--something that would take gel and hairspray and a lot of effort to maintain every day. The base cut was fine, but it didn't look like my reference photo without a ton of effort on my part, and at 13 I wasn't really willing to put that kind of effort in, so my hair ended up unstyled and kind of flat and weird for a while. if you're someone that doesn't like to put a ton of work into styling their hair every day, pick a style you can just wake up and go with. my personal favorite lazy bitch haircut is the buzzcut that i currently have. insanely low maintenance and comes with the added benefit of stopping weird men from talking to you in public. perfect haircut.

Also be aware of how your cut is going to grow out and/or how often you're going to have to get it trimmed to keep it looking the same way. that was something i remember being really surprised about when i first cut my hair off--when your hair gets to a certain length, it grows more slowly and you don't have to cut it as regularly to maintain its health and your look. when you have shorter hair, your hair grows FAST, and if you're not planning on growing it out you're going to need much more regular trimming to keep it in check. Make sure that that's in your budget or that you have the time and skill to trim it back yourself! Alternatively, if you're planning on growing it out after the cut, look into how it's gonna grow out so you know what to expect in terms of look and styling. I like to buzz my head mid-summer and let it grow out for about a year before shaving it all off again, because I know that I like all the stages of growing out that cut and I know how to style all of them. there's always gonna be an awkward stage of growing out your hair, but make sure that you're not gonna spend a ton of time hating your look just to get your length back if that's your plan!

my final advice: if you're looking for a specifically masculine haircut as an afab person, do not go to the same older female stylist you've been going to since you were 10 years old. trust me. You can show that woman a picture of a whole grown man for reference and you will still be leaving with a karen cut. she is incapable of giving you what you want. Either try to find a stylist who you trust to use your reference faithfully, go to a male barber, or cut it yourself! especially if you're going for a simple buzzcut or something similar, it's really easy to cut your own hair at home with a pair of electric clippers from amazon. I've been cutting my hair with safety scissors and some clippers borrowed from a friend for going on 4 years now. it's easier than you think!! youtube tutorials are your best friend.

now onto things you might not know:

listen to me. this is the single most important piece of advice i can give you. buy spray-on sunscreen and SPRAY YOUR FUCKING HEAD. there is no hell like a peeling sunburn all over your fucking scalp. it will happen and you will not expect it and you will want to die. you are going to think your hair is thick enough that it won't happen and it is going to happen anyway. do not take chances with this shit

you do NOT need nearly as much shampoo and conditioner for a short cut as you are instinctively going to put in your hands after years of having long hair. think, proportionately, about the product-to-hair ratio you were using BEFORE your haircut, and do not squirt out more than like a nickel-sized pool of product at the absolute most. your bank account and your hair will thank you.

short hair still needs to be taken care of especially if you're bleaching/otherwise chemically treating it regularly! if you're putting harsh chemicals in your hair you should be using restorative treatments afterwards regardless of length. no matter how short your hair is it can still get stringy and gross and break!!

in that same vein, you CANNOT be applying bleach to your short hair in the same way you do for your long hair. listen to me. Drugstore bleach cannot be sitting directly on your scalp for more than 20 minutes. if your hair is short, any amount of bleach you put in it is going to end up sitting directly on your scalp. i know it's tedious to do multiple passes but chemical burns are even more tedious. please do not put bleach on your skin

also in regards to bleaching/color, keep in mind that your semipermanent color is probably going to have less longevity in your short hair than it did in your long hair. Since all your hair is close to your scalp now, it's taking the brunt of your shampoo regimen and therefore the dye is going to wash out quicker than it would in long hair where most of the dye is further away from the scalp. if you're regularly trimming your hair to keep it your desired length, you're also going to be cutting out a lot more color than you would by just trimming dead ends on long hair. you may find yourself spending more on hair dye if you dye your hair regularly!

#hope this helps <3 i am very much looking forward to the growing-out phases of this current buzzcut cycle i already miss my pigtails lowkey #but i do still love my short hair and i think everyone who wants short hair should go for it!! its so fun and freeing #asks

[cosmicstarlatte]

Crocs (Obey Me!)

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My personal hcs on if they wear crocs or not. Lmao

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: Shitpostcifer/Humor, Short Headcanons

Lucifer:

Refuses to acknowledge he owns a collection (everyone knows). This old man has so many different types in his room/office. Cozy fur lined ones for colder days. Regular ones to walk around in (loves to wear them with socks, loves them). Even owns the sandal crocs for the warmer days. Is subscribed to mail offers for new drops.

Mammon:

Not really. He thinks they're super ugly so why would he buy them? Occasionally borrows a pair from Lucifer from time to time if he needs to. Lucifer does not like this.

Levi:

+Ruri & other geeky charms of course. Even bought a pair for Henry 2.0. (Idk) Anyway this man needs all the comfort he can get in his life. He does not care and has never cared about style. excuse me while i cry.

Satan:

Absolutely not. He does not care how comfortable they are, they're ugly and Lucifer loves them and he won't be a part of it.

Asmo:

The type to scream and run away asking someone to kill it. His beautiful eyes feel tainted if he so much as glances at one. Yeah big no.

Beel:

Likes them a lot and thinks they're super comfy especially after a game. He doesn't care about style at all. But...he doesn't own a pair anymore. The bright color reminded him of candy...end of story. 😔

Belphie:

Loves them. They're super easy to slide on when he needs to walk around the house!? Frequently borrows Lucifers to annoy him, knowing his big bro won't say anything as to not admit they're his. (Again, everyone knows).

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#obey me #shitpostcifer #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me humor #obey me crack #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #omswd headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

[frankenjoly]

Movie criticism

bramcraft & aya + vampire movies

Grasping the whole concept of cinema and movies had been confusing, but at the same time easier than he could have expected. Accepting Aya’s invitation (extended to both Bram himself and Howard) to watch not only movies but vampire-themed movies on top of that, that couldn’t be anything but easy.

Sitting through some of them’s depictions of vampires, given all the inaccuracies… that was turning out to be more difficult.

“They… shine…? Upon entering in contact with sunlight?” That might as well be the most nonsensical thing of all, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t witnessed quite some others in previous movies.

“I thought they simply preferred cloudy days because the sun bothers them like it happens to you.” Howard added, and he nodded in agreement. He wasn’t at risk of becoming a pile of ashes like most vampires in the oldest movies they had watched, but too much exposition made him feel like he might. Funnily enough, the effect on his skin in the worst case scenario didn’t differ much from sunburn or allergy in humans, which came off as pretty convenient.

“It’s funny ‘cause they look like disco balls with all the lights and so.” Aya intervened, snickering. “Gotta say, they were more interestin’ before I met an actual real vampire, dunno.” She then shrugged. “Still funny, though.”

“Are there more… details like these, by the way?” Bram had barely finished asking when Aya burst into laughter.

“Oh, man. Dunno where to start, so it’s better if you see it and judge.”

(Also on ao3.)

#bramcraft #koda aya #bram stoker #hp lovecraft #bsd aka #bsd bram #bsd lovecraft #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #i got the request and tbh no vampire movie would be funnier for this than twilight #bram's gonna lose his shit by the end of the saga

[lossie92]

Just a tiny bit of a gift fic I'm working on for @kooriicolada ❤️

It's not a regular au or a/b/o, but a secret third thing that I'll not reveal for now. Just know that it's something special.

Hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: light voyeurism

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Crossing the Senju territory was by now more or less the usual practice if a mission happened to take Madara to the eastern regions of the Land of Fire or even further East and into the Land of Rivers or the Wind Country.

Though some would doubtlessly consider it risky, it made for a good shortcut and with his chakra hidden there was actually a very low chance of anyone noticing his presence before he was gone.

Once he was past the border, he couldn't pause or take breaks, for obvious reasons, and he had to move fast and stay completely silent, but in his opinion the minor inconveniences were more than worth making it back home at least half a day earlier. 

The other route, even if much safer, added distance and that usually meant finding a place to stay for the night. There was obviously nothing inherently wrong with that. The inns in the area were of decent quality with reasonable prices and if someone didn't fancy paying for a futon and a meal, there was always an option of sleeping in the forest as well, weather conditions permitting. 

The thing was though that as much as Madara didn't mind taking it easy from time to time, he was also usually so thoroughly done after the assignment was over that the only thing he truly cared about was crawling into his own bed, preferably after taking a nice bath and eating one of Kameko-obaa's sweet buns. If that meant doing something a lot of people he knew would deem stupid, then so be it. It's not as if they were aware what he was up to either way and what they didn't know couldn't be used against him.

Just like he expected would be the case, he met no one. 

The only patrol he could sense was miles away from him and heading in the opposite direction, clearly none the wiser about his location or the fact he was even on their territory to begin with. Still, just to be sure, he kept double checking his surroundings, relying on the output of the ambient natural chakra to locate any and all chakra signatures that could belong to a fellow ninja.

As such, when he got closer to the Nakano, he instantly noticed one particular and very familiar signature.

Smiling, he picked up speed, only slowing down when he was almost at the very edge of the forest, right where it opened up to the sandy banks of the river.

He blinked, momentarily confused, before he realised that the person he was looking at wasn't a stranger. Then again, he had never before seen Senju Tobirama wear anything other than some type of armour, a fur ruff around his neck, yet here he was, standing in the shallows in a deep blue yukata, what seemed to be decorative pins sparkling merrily in his silver white hair.

Unable to take his eyes away, Madara watched as Tobirama bent down to reach for something.  The waning sunlight reflected off the water's surface, painting shapes across the pale skin of Tobirama's long legs, which were bared up to mid thigh. 

Without any conscious effort or his sayso Madara imagined how soft Tobirama's skin had to be and how good those shapely legs would feel wrapped around his waist. The lean muscles would quiver under Madara's hands if he parted them to fit in between and they would shake as they squeezed around his head. There was little doubt in Madara's mind that he would enjoy every second of it.

He looked up, lingering for a moment on the curved lines of Tobirama's hips. Just then Tobirama straightened up and Madara's attention was immediately drawn to the bit of exposed skin at the nape of his neck. It was flushed a little, as if the man had a mild case of sunburn. Given the weather, it was likely the case.

It wasn't often Madara allowed himself the momentary freedom to indulge in such untoward thoughts, but sometimes he could no longer pretend to feel nothing.

The clan wanted him married soon. The elders were already in the process of arranging omiai and soon he was going to have a wife to take care of with children soon to follow. 

Heirs. As many as possible. As soon as possible. To ensure his bloodline didn't die with him.

Madara had known this would be his fate for years now. This wasn't something sprung on him all of a sudden or an unexpected demand. In fact, he had come to accept that he would likely have limited say in whom he married if he didn't find a bride for himself first.

It was unfortunate that the bride he could perhaps actually want wasn't one he could ever have.

#mdtb #madatobi #madara #tobirama #wip #fic snippet #mystery fic #shhh it’s a secret #lossie writes

[internationalvigilantes]

The spitting image of an Operative, Lucy Bell is the Patriots' brawn/comedic straight man, her military competence is rivaled by her physique, as Lucy is the US's first official supersoldier project. Standing over the competition, Lucy's cold exterior can be eroded with a simple conversation, she's not unfriendly of course, and she's certainly not anti-fun, she's anti-nonsense, as nonsense gets in the way of the mission…

Unfortunately for Lucy however, she works for a nonsense country.

Once apart of the Marines (the colloquially named "Devil Dogs"); stationed in Iran during the early days of the Scramble War. The war proved tough for an army of millennium youth, especially for Lucy, so when the US decided it needed an edge, she felt she didn't have many other options. That edge was Operation Project, a CDIA military/propaganda program to create "the perfect supersoldier", and Lucy was the perfect candidate! (as well as its first and only success) As parascience goes, the circumstances that led to Lucy Bell becoming Project One are unrepeatable, but a success she was, and that success made her an easy pick for when the Patriots were founded a year later.

As a marine, Lucy's a field expert extraordinaire, while not adept at overarching strategy, she's incredibly skilled at on-the-clock thinking, perfect for wartime. As a parahuman, Lucy is 7ft tall and can lift up to 4 tons (though she's theoretically capable of lifting up to 6 or more), her stamina and fat storage have also increased dramatically, allowing her to travel without any nourishment for days at a time, much like the noble camel. Like all parahumans though, she has downsides, her excess muscle growth has thinned her skin; giving her a jaundiced appearance and making her prone to sunburn, as well as rendering everything unrelated to her basic health and muscle tissue inert, doctors have called her a simultaneous medical horror and marvel. Her closest living associate is her boyfriend, also former marine Franklin Franklin.

[michaelectras]

i always think about how it’s so easy to apply pee-oh-cee perspectives and struggles to every archangel and also kind-of every angel except lucifer. he’s the original white boy. the patron saint of sunburn, potato salad and ranch sauce. he wears shoes inside the house and cries when he tastes the blandest supermarket cajun seasoning known to man

#archangels of colour are so important to me and whiteboy lucifer is just as important #spn lucifer

[colorisbyshe]

Tinashe's tiny desk performance has won me over, is there an album if hers you would recommend for a new potential fan?

Oh man, all of her albums reinvent her entire sound, so it's hard to pick just one.

I think if you had to stick to just one album, 333 is my favorite of hers, with highlights like "Unconditional" which really shows off her vocal chops while "Bouncin'" and "X" show her sensual side. The Bouncin music video is actually what got me into her as a more serious fan because I loved how she made sexy look so fun and easy

The fact that's on the same album as "The Chase" and its cinematic, soaring greatness is incredible. "Naturally" is only on the deluxe edition but it's pure addiction.

That said, as great as 333 is, Songs for You mmight represent her range of sounds much better, even if it is a bit more juvenile lyrically.

"Save Room for Us" and its remix is incredible--rhythmic and desperate, it shouldn't be missed. "Die a Little Bit" is a club banger. "Link Up" has the hard edge that is more common in her earlier music. "Perfect Crime" has more of the beautiful vocals over a beat that draws you in.

Just listing these two albums is leaving off many great tracks (2 On, Needs, Ghetto Boy, Treason, All Hands on Deck, just to name a few!!!) but it also leaves out her COLLABS!!! "The Worst in Me" with Kaytranada has divine production, "Disco Pantz" with grouptherapy and Reijjie Snow gives her a classic, nostalgic dance track, "Love Line" is pop perfection that should've owned the radio, and Machinedrum's "Zoom" puts her over a drum & bass sound she was exploring in her newest album BB/Ang3l.

TO SUM IT UP:

Pick up any album and you'll find stan worthy songs.

If this list of songs is too overwhelming, to give a perfect sampler of her sounds, here are five songs to check out (sorry if any are redundant with her tiny desk performance!):

"Bouncin" has the perfect summation of her flirty sound that is dirty but never feels... filthy. It's a sleek type of horny. 333.

"Gravity" is ethereal and shows some of her dabbling in Drum and Bass. BB/Ang3l

"2 On" is one her (many) songs dedicated to getting fucked up at the club, hell yeah. Aquarius.

"Sunburn" is slower, more experimental. Gravity may feel ethereal but this song feels like an angel falling off the edge of a cloud. Nightride.

"Throw a Fit" is a single off a scrapped album but it represents her "Nashe" persona, so I couldn't leave it off!! I'm not in love with her voice sounds on it but if you can, watch a live performance of it, really elevates it and helps it fit more smoothly into her discography. Here's a mashup up performance:

I'm in this video though, if you want a non-mash up but farther away video

#LITERALLY IN THE LAST VIDEO I CAN SEE WHEREI AM LMAO #tinashe

[broodwolf221]

“You’re staring.” - Solas x (a character you havent written with him yet >:3c)

hehehehehehe smutty >) @dadrunkwriting 1098 words cws: none

“You’re staring,” he pointed out, smirking as he saw Blackwall flinch in his periphery. 

“Just admiring how you’re handling the wood,” he said after a moment and Solas hummed, unconvinced. It wasn’t the chunk of hardwood in his hands that Blackwall had been staring at. Not the way he held the carving knife, nor the delicate shavings that were littering the tabletop. 

He should let it go. He should. Instead: “what do you think?” Blackwall cleared his throat.

“You’re skilled,” was what he apparently settled on. “Have you done this before?” 

“Yes. A few times.” He refrained from asking whether Blackwall had. He knew the other man had no ulterior motive to the question, however perfectly posed it was, but his interest was painfully obvious, as was his unfamiliarity with said interest. More than once Solas had caught the Warden examining him at length. At first he had worried that Blackwall might be suspicious, but over time he had recognized the true source.

It was curious. Before, he never would have thought of pursuing any member of the Inquisition. But now that he recognized Blackwall’s attraction for what it was, he had begun to look at the other man in a different light. It was terribly hard to refrain from flirting with him, from pushing him just enough that he’d blush and stammer, but ultimately Solas had no interest in being cruel. 

It was just…

“How did you come by this?” He asked the Warden, pausing in his carving to face him.

“By…?”

“This—” Solas lifted the carving knife Blackwall had loaned him. “A soldier, a Warden… when did you pick up carving?”

“Ah. Well, you know how it is. Sometimes all you're doing is waiting.”

“Indeed.”

“I had a knife. Easy to find some wood. It just… gave me something to do with my hands.”

That was what intrigued Solas. Their shared experiences. Oh, all members of the Inquisition had seen battle. But only a few of them had lived it. Bull had, of course, but he kept the difficulty of it locked up. He let himself rejoice in it in a way that Solas never could, even though he understood the use of that perspective well enough. 

But he recognized the weight Blackwall carried. There was something achingly familiar about him. 

He returned his attention to the wood.

-

Several days passed before the Inquisitor took them both out. As they made their way towards the Western Approach, he and Blackwall spoke often. At night, Solas worked on his carving more. Sometimes Blackwall watched. 

When they arrived it was predictably hot. They made good progress scouting the area more thoroughly, although by late afternoon they had to stop and recover for a while. They had stopped near a small river and Sera and Blackwall both decided to wade into it. Solas tried to discourage them but they were already stripping down to their smalls before plunging in. He sighed. 

When they emerged some time later and the sunburn began to set in, he had already prepared a poultice. He gave half to Lavellan, suspecting Sera would be less bothered by her touch than by his, while he tended to Blackwall. As he worked the poultice into the man's skin he also allowed himself to linger just a bit, to really let himself feel the ridge of scar tissue, the firm muscle, the layer of fat. 

And all the hair. Solas really wasn't accustomed to that, finding the sensation under his fingers fascinating. Then he had to focus on working the poultice into Blackwall’s face and neck, although a part of him knew that the other man could've done this much on his own.

-

They shared a tent that night, as they always did. This time, though, Solas did not lay down after taking off his outer layers of armor. And when Blackwall sat up in his bedroll with a puzzled frown, Solas hooked his thumbs in the waist of his breeches, smirking at the Warden's flush. “I think we could enjoy ourselves tonight, if you're willing,” he said after a moment, carefully watching the other man's expression. 

“Maker, yes.” The immediate acceptance went to Solas' head—and his cock. He had expected more hesitation, more dithering from the Warden, perhaps an uncertainty about his interest in men. Instead, he just sounded eager and relieved.

Still smirking, Solas drew his breeches and smalls down together, revealing his hard cock. Blackwall just stared for a moment before he seemed to realize his role in this, working quickly to strip away his remaining layers while Solas bit back a laugh at his haste.

The warrior’s cock was thick, even half-hard. He had been debating about letting Blackwall take him but the width made him decide against it, at least for tonight. They'd need more time to make that work. Something simpler for now.

He settled in beside Blackwall, then after a moment decided on something else and straddled him, both of them gasping as their cocks slid together. Then he began humping him, grinding sensitive flesh together, his own slick slowly making the process easier. Blackwall continued to fill out underneath him, hushed, gravelly moans escaping him periodically.

Aside from muted sounds of pleasure they were quiet, unwilling to advertise what they were doing, but the way Blackwall stared up at him spoke volumes. There was a deep admiration in his gaze that made Solas' feel delightfully overwhelmed, even as a distant part of him was wrenched with guilt at the sight. But he tried to let that part go for just this night, this shared moment. 

Soldiers finding some comfort in one another… it need not be anything more than that.

Eventually Blackwall's hands settled on his hips and he began to drag Solas against him even as he thrust up, his mouth parting as his breathing sped. “Close,” he whispered and Solas just nodded—so was he. He felt Blackwall's cock twitch against his before the man's whole body tensed, coming across his own stomach. Solas rose on his knees and took himself in hand, quickly jerking off until he clutched at Blackwall's bedroll and started coming, mixing his seed with the other man's, biting his own arm to muffle his moan.

When he was done he let himself fall to the side, slowly catching his breath. He glanced up when he felt himself being observed, grinning to see Blackwall looking down at him. “You’re staring,” he pointed out, amused, and Blackwall snorted.

“So I am,” he admitted readily, and did not look away.

Solas found that he didn’t mind.

#dadw time #broodwrites #solas #blackwall #im.... #wolfwarden??? #idk. what are ship names. #greywolf?? #honestly it's probably smth like solwall but. no.

[kaigarax]

To The Stars

X-Drake x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love because of your similarities with another person.”

“Where are you going?” You asked.

He smiled, the same way you always did, “to the stars.”

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Diez Drake has always been fond of you. Not just because you’re a nice person (though it highly contributes to it) but because you and him share quite a few similarities.

Of course you have your differences but your similarities have just always allowed the two of you to click.

The sky is bright today with the birds singing and the clouds slightly adrift. Yet the Marines are forced to sit inside a small and stuffy room as they go through a list of events they currently need to address.

Drake finds himself beside the window this morning.

He can almost hear the singing of the birds and splash of the waves against the Marine base. He can almost feel the warmth of the summer sun against his easily burnt skin.

Drake wonders if you would tease him if he came back from his next mission with a sunburn. You seem to always find enjoyment from his flustered reactions but have been rather quiet lately. You’re always quiet around this time of year. Despite the sun lingering in the sky longer and the breeze tasting sweeter you choose to hide yourself away.

You have always chosen to hide away this time of year and Drake can’t hide how much of a shame he thinks it is.

In his early years as a cadet Drake had been curious enough to ask someone about why. He didn’t ask you of course. He didn’t want to risk the chance of igniting some traumatic memories. So instead he asked Sengoku, your Grandfather.

It wasn’t a bad idea. No. It was even worse than a bad idea. An idea so horrible with consequences that Drake never believed he would be able to recover from. Of course time heals all wounds and it would eventually become something everyone would laugh about.

Not only had it been Drake’s first time informally speaking with the Fleet Admiral but it would also be the first time he would see (and make) him cry. Tears flowed freely from the Fleet Admiral’s eyes and Drake could only leave in a confused mess as Vice Admiral tried his best to console the crying man.

He eventually learned, from you, that it was the anniversary of your mother’s death. The anniversary of the Fleet Admrial’s late daughter’s death.

To this day Drake still finds it hard to look the Fleet Admiral in the face. On the bright side, at least Vice Admiral Garp always seems to get quite a good kick out of it.

Drake doesn't remember his own mother but his father certainly lingers in his mind. There are some days when Drake falls into a nightmare and thinks he’s back with his father’s horrible pirate crew. Those days are always the worst for him, regardless of the weather.

Your own concern mirrored Drake’s own.

You had gone around asking people about it before finally coming to ask him when your questioning yielded no results. You were horribly flushed (like he had been) and very apologetic when you asked.

He guessed back then that curiosity was also a weak point of yours.

You definitely hadn’t been able to look him in the face for a while.

Drake usually finds it easy to focus on the information being shared to the Marines but it's particularly hard today. Perhaps the sun's too hot, or his new cloak is hanging off his shoulders incorrectly.

Unlike Drake, your attention is fully on the topic at hand.

They’re discussing the newest bounties to the up and comers of the Pirate (and Revolutionary) world. Drake had never been a fan of Revolutionaries but he was even less so a fan of pirates. His own father was a pirate, and definitely not the good kind. Drake personally never thought there were good pirates but you had always insisted otherwise; and Drake always found it exceptionally hard to disagree with you.

“Try your best to stay awake,” you say while slightly nudging him.

“It’s not like we’ll ever see these pirates. They never make it to headquarters,” Drake smirks, “and it’s not like you’ll ever make it out of headquarters.”

You roll your eyes but Drake can tell you find amusement in the statement. Your corners of your lips are slanted upwards and your eyes soften.

Drake thinks it’s refreshing how don’t turn away embarrassed or get upset. Even if the words hurt you always try your best not to take it to heart. Especially if they’re true. And you know they’re true, after all you’ve always found it exceptionally hard to disagree with him.

You get horribly sea sick but it apparently hasn’t stopped you from wanting to become a Marine.

It’s definitely dumb from an outsider’s perspective but one could also argue for it being admirable. Drake doesn't think you’ll be able to last a short trip on a boat much less a journey into any of the four blues. He knows you’ve gone on long distance missions before but he’s personally never been on one with you. He doesn't know if you’re able to keep your meals down or not.

“Is there something funny, Diez?” Asks the Marine currently reading off a wanted poster. He’s a gruff and scruffy man with the Justice cape slung around his shoulders. He wears a full suite beneath his cloak of Justice. His gaze is stern as he burns holes into Drake’s eyes.

The rest of the room turns to look at Drake and yourself.

Unlike Drake and you, they’re all fresh faced Marines. Low ranking Seamen.

“Sorry,” you’re the first person to speak up, “I started a small conversation between Diez and myself. I had the intention of reminding Diez to stay focused on the task at hand but managed to get distracted myself. I’ll take the punishment in his place.”

The man standing at the front of the room sighs. He looks conflicted as he brings a hand to his face and says, “you’ll both be on cleaning duty Sengoku.”

“How pleasant~”

“And where do you think you’re going, Sengoku?”

You gave a smile, “to the stars~”

---

“Why do you want to become a Marine, Drake?” You asked, watching as the aforementioned boy continued punching the bag in front of him,

“Why do,” punch, “you,” punch, “care?”

“Isn’t it normal to care about what other people want to do? Isn’t it normal to ask your friends about why they’re doing what they’re doing? Especially when they’re working so hard to achieve something.”

Drake supposes you’re right.

But something seems off with your motive. It just seems so out of the blue for you to come up to him and ask a question like this.

You’re not a malicious person and the question actually doesn't seem to have anything bad tied to it. So Drake answers, “because I,” punch, “want,” punch, “to help,” punch, “people.”

“Well isn’t that a little cliche.”

“Hey?” Drake abruptly stopped, “what's wrong with cliches?”

“Nothing,” you shrug, “they’re just a little boring.”

Drake, after placing the punching bag down, moved to stand in front of you. His own form seems to tower over your own. Drake had been the same height as you when he first came to the Marines. It’s a little strange for him looking down on you now.

You seem to lean back a little as Drake gets closer to you and it boosts his confidence.

He smirks, “oh, and why are you becoming a Marine, Miss. Cliches are boring?” It’s rare to see you nervous and even rarer to see you actively back down from a challenge. Drake wonders if you even realise what you’re doing.

Your eyes meet with his own before you finally answer with, “well, I want to travel.”

“Wow.” Drake laughs, “and you say I’m cliche! Who doesn't want to see the world?”

You roll your eyes playfully, “trust me, I won’t be going anywhere you will.”

“And where do you plan on going?”

At the time, Drake hadn’t thought your next words would hold as much weight in his life as they would. He didn’t think that it would be the last thing you’d say to him for a long while in years to come. He didn’t think that those would be the words he’d cling to long after you were gone. And he most definitely didn’t think those words would be something he himself would use when the positions the two of you stood finally switched.

He didn’t think you even had an answer at the time.

Just when he had thought he held the upper hand over you. Just when he had assumed that this would finally be his chance to get payback for all the flushed cheeks you’ve given him over the years.

You seem to glow when you say those words. Your eyes light up and your face fills with determination. Drake is left in awe.

“To the stars~”

---

Cleaning duty is most definitely not pleasant and Drake thinks that you end up making more of a mess than you clean. You spend half the time throwing up over the side of the deck and the other half trying no to. It’s almost funny. Vice Admiral Garp certainly thinks it's funny as he watches you from shore.

You had originally been scheduled to clean the headquarters bathrooms until Vice Admiral Garp had learned of your punishment. He had mentioned something about ‘not visiting him last week’ and ‘making sure you get a real punishment’ before making some changes to the sheet.

He could almost see steam rise from your head in anger.

Drake feels just the tiniest bit of guilt ebb away at him, but only just a small bit. His time with you is pleasant and warm and he would rather spend an afternoon cleaning up after you than one without. You had begun training to be a Marine the same time as him and were the only one his age when he first arrived at headquarters.

The two of you had done almost everything together.

It would be weird when the two of you would finally be separated.

“Have you gotten your main assignment for the week?” Ask Drake as he takes a seat beside you and holds out a cup of water.

The two of you sat on the sandy beach on the edge of headquarters. After your punishment the two of you were given the rest of the day off. Drake suspects it’s mostly to make sure that you recover properly. Even the cruelest of Marines flash you looks of pity when they come across your seasick form.

“Yeah,” you take the cup from his hand, “what about you?”

Drake sighs, “yeah. I’m still stuck at headquarters. Just the normal guard duty. What are you doing?”

“Long distance assignment.” you say.

“Oh.” Drake frowns, “how long are you doing to be gone?”

You shrug, “six months maybe but it could be a whole year. Fleet Admiral Sengoku needs me on a… certain kind of mission.”

You’re always going on time based long mission like this. Drake feels those negative feelings begin to rise to the surface. As a higher ranked Marine, it makes sense that you would go on longer and harder missions than him. You’re more qualified. As someone close to the Fleet Admiral it makes sense that you would be trusted with information sensitive missions. You’re less likely to betray. But he’s still jealous.

“What do you think you’ll be doing there?” Ask Drake.

You sigh, “mostly investigation. I’m going undercover again. You know how it usually is for me.”

“At least you won’t actively be in danger.”

“But isn’t that the best part?”

“No.” Drake gives you a deadpanned look, “it most definitely is not the best part of it.”

You laugh, “agree to disagree.”

“So, where are you going?” Drake asks.

“To the stars.” you answer.

---

“Where are you going?” You asked.

He says the same words you always did, but he doesn't mean it the same way you have.

Truth be told, it had actually taken Drake quite a long time to read the meaning between your words. The young boyish part of him had always assumed you had meant it the same way you had when you first mentioned it. With shining eyes and a determined smile.

To the stars - I’ll see you around.

To the stars - where adventure is most ripe.

To the stars - somewhere I can’t tell you.

Now, he thinks, this is just another thing shared strictly between the two of you. Another thing that sends a smile to his face. He wonders if these words will also ring in your head as you lay in bed at night. If these words will replay in your head when you think of him.

Do you think of him too?

Will you see the hidden meaning behind his words?

He can only hope.

He smiled, the same way you always did, “to the stars.”

To the stars - I love you.

Fall in love because of your similarities with another person.

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