#mostly that the danish need glasses

[mitamicah]

Two days ago I arrived home from the last of the See You Soon tour dates I will be attending and wow it was such a ride I have been pretty much walking in and out of existence and longingly daydreaming all day. So here’s my experience at the different gigs.

Tldr; Helsinki one was me in the seats – cozy first concert and bit of warmup for both me and the band – and Hojan!!; Helsinki two had much more energy and good vibes yet strict security made it so a few people had to almost faint before we got offered water… also I missed Jere by one and a half hours; Malmö was the one were I kept winning and I am still in awe this day even happened; Gothenburg was great especially for interactions between the members of the band although I wasn’t keen on the queue location.

Helsinki 1+2 I have decided to put these two together since they were at the same place and because I am very late to write this. I had seating tickets to the first show, so me and Anniina (@formulalakana) spend the day being käärijä city tourists in Vantaa. After that we went to Käbnb (I’d rented it for the weekend) and fanboyed some more over the apartment and wearing the bolero. Since the apartment was an hour away, we only just joined the queue right before opening of general entry at 5.50.

The show was great. If I am asked to describe it with one word, I’ll chose cozy which might seem like an odd word to use about a Joker Out show. In my defense I had been up since 4 am and had a whole day behind me of getting excited over käärijä stuff (also since I was staying at käbnb). I loved hearing the new songs (Sta Bih Ja and Bluza) live together with seeing Hojan join the encore. I was glad we got Metulji so we could use the cute little butterflies we got from people at the queue to hold up in the air (it was really quite pretty from the back). I remember thinking how Jan must’ve been warm in his furcoat on stage and that I appreciated the little hints back to Stozice with the outfits like Nace’s leg chain.

Tbh I mostly just took this gig as a warmup where I filmed lots of the songs and took in the vibe, now that I couldn’t really jump around myself. The guys might have needed time to get back into touring because I talked with some people yesterday that agreed that the band had been great if a little held back on the first day.

On the second day I joined the queue around 10.10. It was amazing meeting up with old and new faces. Everybody got so excited about being gifted stickers that I ran out a few hours before lining up for the queue started. In turn I got so many nice wristbands as well I think I managed to beat the record of most bracelets gifted to me in a day which had been Berlin previously.

Today’s vibe was completely different; there was way more energy from the stage and from the crowd, the latter possibly because I was in the pit this time, four rows from the stage. I had decided to wear my häärijä suit for the occasion together with a little Danish flag that I kept waving in the air. I was with a strong Nace girlie so we had placed ourselves by Nace and Jan. She got a few genuine smiles and nods from the bassist.

Katrina was a good opening song and while I haven’t listened much to Galaxy of Me/Behind Those Eyes/Schlager since hearing it live I remember enjoying it quite nicely. Padam was gorgeous as a piano ballad! Nace looked adorable in his glasses and holed blouse, and I enjoyed Kris’ outfit a lot. However the pit did get quite hot at one point so a few people around seemed to be feint and the security guards didn’t want to give us water until we directly cried out for help then they suddenly wanted to give us all the water we could muster. Other than that the experience was great! I felt my stomach drop hard at one point and I realized it was because Bojan’s eyes were locked with mine for solid five seconds. I loved that we got Kris bullied into singing NVGOT for the encore.

I felt almost as a celebrity when people complemented my häärijä cosplay (or Dojan as somebody later called me; the Danish Hojan). I even got asked for an autograph where I had to break it to them that I wasn’t the “real deal” yet they still wanted the autographs for the funsies.

After the concert a good portion of people collected outside by the tourbus and played Everybody’s Waiting over and over. I joined for a time yet felt ambivalent about it all given I could imagine how intimidating it must be for the band seeing such a big group of people standing around like this. Anniina suggested we catch the last bus home around 0.30 and I agreed it was probably for the best. The bus at the Pasilla station didn’t want to open its doors for me although I stood with my face more or less on the door window so I had to wait for another less convenient bus that left me gliding and sliding on ice home for 1,5 km. That together with learning the next day that had I waited one and a half hours more I could’ve met not only Bojan and Jan, but Jere soured my mood a bit I must admit. I bought myself the 3xl käärijä shirt that was offered as a nightgown and went to gift Jere his little gift (Helsinki sticker and Bojere keychain) but got lost so I had to hand in the letter at the Warner Bros Studios instead of the käärijä fanmail box – for this reason I am not sure if Jere will ever get it sadly.

All in all some great concerts although what I think I mostly will remember this trip for was the amount of käärijä related firsts that I got (first time seeing the mural, first time tasting oddly good, first time trying on the bolero, you name it) together with the joker out firsts as well (first concert, first time hearing the new songs etc. etc.)

Trinkets from the Helsinki shows including doodle from @ya-boi-joule , wrapping paper @formulalakana was so kind to buy and safe for me, merch and the many lovely bracelets and stickers :D Not shown here are the cool sparklative pin that @hazzybat made (and the cute kangaroo keychain I also got from Haz) together with the homemade Bojan earring I've basically worn nonstop since xD

Malmö I had thought about adding the two Sweden shows together but honestly the vibes were too different for me to do so.

I had gotten early entry to Malmö, so I had probably put way too much weight on making this gig the best of the bunch. For this reason, I woke up at 4 so I could be at the venue around 9. I was met by the oddest and most chill queue I have ever seen. By now point were we more than 15-20 people present before the line was formed at 5. I had been fairly certain that the only of my many goals (x) I would be able to accomplish would be gifting all my stickers away but spoilers; that didn’t happen.

At soundcheck I managed to get second row in the middle between Bojan and Kris (very strategic of me since two of my goals were related to Bojan and Kris respectfully). Having told quite a few people in the queue about my dream of getting Bojan to see my sign I had so many eyes on me cheering me on that I didn’t hesitate to throw my silly sign in the air. Bojan hesitated even less and agreed immediately (I might do another post about the whole experience with the tattoo when I have it done). In return I gave him the pencilcase full of gift and he looked at it confused until he read the little sign and said with a smile ‘gifts :D’. So that was two of the goals I had been so scared I wouldn’t in a million years be able to accomplish and the show hadn’t even started. When he later got down to slide his hand over ours I ended up being the awkward boy in the room going for a handshake (don’t know what I was thinking tbh) so instead Bojan held his hand in mind so gently for like a minute and locked eyes with me. Safe to say I was on cloud nine after that soundcheck.

The energy that had been great in Helsinki day 2 was somehow even better in Malmö! The band was fully on and so were we in the crowd. Jure wore what looked like a simplified Stozice shirt aka just a harness with a diamond down his chest. Kris and Bojan complimented each other, one wearing blue pants and the other a blue shirt and then the other way around with white shirt and white pants.

We started out strong with Sunny Side of London which I honestly hadn’t expected given I hadn’t heard it in Helsinki at all (and I haven’t looked too much into the setlist of the other dates). But that was not all: We got the demoni scream!! And NVGOT!! Padam was gorgeous as a piano ballad yet again. Me and Bojan held eye contact while screaming the bridge to Bluza together. So many different versions of Umazane Misli was sung including a version from both the people next to me that I had bonded with in the queue!! (that made me go into proud dad mode and gave me tons of dopamine seeing them win as well). We even got Bojan rapping the chorus himself from the middle of the crowd!! Fittingly he was given a crown by a fan immediately after. My last piece of Bojan eye contact came during Novi Val where I have on video him looking for five seconds at my phone and tapping his mic to his chest which threw me off for a bit rushing to make him a heart back.

Honestly this whole show was peak to me already before leaving the venue. Yet as I’d been the whole day, I was a man with a mission and now the mission was to gift away the last stickers. This quest let me to talk to Hearts, the supporting act (these guys were chill and cool as well) together with accidentally be close by when Kiki came out with two free setlists where I then ran to get one of them. What I remember most vividly was everybody I showed the setlist too being annoyed at ASTP being replaced by Sta Bih Jah and fair.

We were a small group of people that met up afterwards just to chill. At this point I didn’t even know where the tour bus was, so I didn’t expect to see the guys at all. Yet at some point one pointed out Jan walking by and me high on everything that had already happened had no shame and shouted ‘great concert :D’ at him where his response was a ‘thank you :D’ back.

It turned out that not 20 minutes later I spied Bojan in the corner of my eye down the hill where we were standing and wanting to thank him for the tattoo I went down there. I gave him a tight hug shaking a bit from everything and we ‘are you’ed each other for what felt like 30 seconds to a minute. He told me that he recognized me from Helsinki in the yellow suit and at that point I was ready to melt then and there. Bojan was just so easy and lovely to talk to I can see why Jere and so many others fall for him.

Going back up to the rest of the folk we noticed Jan and Kris hanging out, but Kris had to go when I got there. Nace stayed and we got a long talk about his turtles which meant lots of new turtle lore. I loved feeling how great of a turtle dad he is from the way he was talking about them, and I felt connected to him in the way he too speaks a lot with his hands. After Nace Jan turned up to speak to us yet I had a bit of a harder time talking to him maybe because we both can be a bit distracted (me mostly by Jure standing in a colourful sweater and smoking by the tour bus). He agreed to us taking turns taking pictures and getting hugs which was nice.

On my way home from the venue I had to record all my experiences which turned into me babbling only semi sensical at a camera for almost 3 minutes letting my legs show me the way home. I was surprised to find I didn’t get lost. I was not at all surprised to see I was close to tears in the video footage.

Trinkets from Malmö including my sign and Bojan's handwriting, the setlist and more <3

Gothenburg I only arrived at 2 o’clock for the queue given the bus I’d been able to get from Malmö. It was a bit colder than yesterday and the queuing space way less cozy being a parking lot with the bus behind a caged fence and us just outside the fence compared to the nice little park with the tourbus out of sight in Malmö. I did manage to get a wave from a person I am pretty sure was Bojan (my stomach dropped like it did in Helsinki as well so I guess this is how I recognize Bojan from now on xD).

I began doodle a bit for people and getting back into the queue vibe when I noticed the time; I had to go throw my stuff at the hotel, so I had a place to sleep and because the venue had a bag ban. I managed to get lost and curse myself for not paying extra for a closer hotel when walking around the construction heavy central station. It turned out the hotel I’d booked was a boat which I find cool (and fitting given the whole titanic thing with Bojere).

Being lost I ended up going on a tiny side quest to ICA and buy the käärijä youghurt. It tasted pretty okay (I ate it in the queue later)! I prefer dreamy lemon tho (my breakfast in Helsinki). I arrived in the nick of time because just 20 minutes later the lines were formed. Now being forced to stand close to the fence we managed to catch glimpses of the fan running back and forth (especially Jure) but none of us said anything. One person I was with told me about Jure being cornered by a fan and forced to flee into the tourbus only to be followed and to be honest that story was the cherry on cake for me; the rest of the night I found myself being in overempathetic mode to the point of later masking and stepping away when being afraid of invading somebody’s space.

The concert was great especially when it comes to gifts given to the guys and the interactions between the guys as well. I especially loved Jance’s dance during Umazane Misli (that today were mostly Swedish versions) and Bojan gently caressing Kris’ cheek to get his attention. Jure also got some action going on with the two guitarists joining in on both sides of the drumset and Bojan vibing when Bluza was playing. I really enjoyed Kris and Jan in yellow especially Kris with blondes down his arms. Everybody got tons of sunglasses, Jan got a Teletubbies hairband, Kris a crown (he threw off real fast after just one song) and Jure got a few bracelets he gently took from the hands of the people in the crowd during Novi Val (that was the one time he seemed to get eye contact with us at all – I still felt very bad).

The setlist wasn’t too different from Malmö but with Gola replacing SSOL (nice full circle moment for me since Gola also opened my first ever JO show and the first on the whole tour aka Helsinki 1), Metulji replacing Padam, NVGOT being skipped, and Katrina moved up the setlist (maybe there were more changes but that is what I recall). I seemed to have tons of eye contact yet again with the Bojan even more than the other three days combined. And that was despite being a bit farther away this time almost at the edge by Kris yet pretty close to the barricade (third row) all things considered. Once again, he gently held my hand. This time it happened during the show where he let his hand jump over a (tiny) sea of other hands to rest his in mind and he winked at me. I had to happy stim after that which is oddly not something I do a lot at shows. When Mira next to me was invited to do her choreography for UM on stage I got another rush of dopamine (Idk why I get these proud father feelings for people I’ve only just meant; I was just so happy for her).

We were a group that hung out by the venue afterwards; it was bigger than Malmö but smaller than Helsinki 2. Still big enough that my overly sensitive empathy today felt bad for being there. At the same time, I wanted to cool my nerves down after being boosted with all that dopamine. As time went on I also grew stubborn and didn’t want to repeat Helsinki 2 where I had moved home too early.

When it looked like we’d only wave at the bus today, Nace came out to the cage to say hi. At first, he seemed uncomfortable especially with how he tensed up laughing. He loosened up seeing the amazing Joker Out inspired jackets some fans had made and almost gave them both a heart attack asking for pictures of the jackets.

After that he came out to us on the other side of the fence, and we talked about the silliest topics like what signature picture pose each member have (sadly I forgot to ask about Nace’s own go to pose). I gave him a very rushed doodle of himself doing Jan’s pose (I had cold hands and wouldn’t risk him going away) and he got so genuinely excited for it my heart melted a bit.

Jan also joined yet only after Nace had gone and just before me and some others were on our way home, so we sneaked back again to chat. He was wearing his scarf as a hat so of course I had to draw and gift him a doodle like that. He too seemed genuinely happy for it. We gushed about the new songs and spread the ‘come to Denmark’ propaganda (we were two danes amongst others). Today I felt it was easier to talk to Jan. He was very nice and polite and open. We went away after Jan had said goodnight so I don’t know if any other of the guys came out to say hello. I couldn’t argue with my sense of being the crazy fan stepping over an invisible line anymore (even after dad Nace had told me that – like yesterday – he would not chose to come out and say hi if he felt uncomfortable so I shouldn’t worry … right before then saying the most people-pleaser thing like ‘I felt bad for you waiting in the cold’ so I don’t know how to interpret the two messages I got there. I guess Nace is right tho; he himself knows best what he is comfortable with and after all we were all nice and respectful).

Trinkets including the tour shirt (finally got it after three attempts) and the k youghurt

Fun fact about the blue flower bracelet: It was thrown to me by a crew member after Hearts' set - I didn't know what he had but I nodded to him when he asked with his eyes if somebody wanted the thing and so I was pleasantly surprised to see how pretty a bracelet it is. I have no idea who it was originally meant for x'D

#this turned loooooong OVO #should I have made it into three seperate posts? probably #did I do it - no x'D #so I don't mind if you don't end up reading it :'D #I will look through the pictures tomorrow hopefully so I can share more from gothenburg and the pictures of me with the boys :D #micahs thoughts #micahs foolery #my gig #helsinki hoc 1 #helsinki hoc 2 #malmö gig #gothenburg gig #göteborg gig #jo see you soon tour 2024 #joker out spring tour 2024 #sys tour 2024

[sergeantsporks]

Oh got an idea for a writing request.

Luz and Amity are on a date going to a restaurant and they see a banned poster of Eda on the wall.

Amity slid her hand into Luz’s. “So, what exactly does a slice-of-life date entail?”

“Oh, we’re going to do everything. Movies, arcade, one milkshake for two… the whole enchilada.”

“… I think I recognized most of those, but the whole enchilada is new. Dinner back with the others?”

“It’s just an expression, don’t worry about it.” Luz rubbed her thumb across the back of Amity’s hand. “Just a normal human realm date.”

Amity let Luz pull her up the street. If anyone needed a normal human time, it was Luz. Amity had seen the sketches of glyphs in Luz’s journal. She’d seen the dark circles under her girlfriend’s eyes from late nights staring at a computer screen with no answers. A slice-of-life date was exactly what Luz needed to take a break and get her mind off of the boiling isles.

Although Amity still wasn’t exactly sure how the activities Luz had listed would, in any way, slice up life. Which was good, because “maul a hapless human realm creature” wasn’t exactly on her list of cute couple date ideas.

“So, what is an arcade?”

“Oh, it’s great. You play videogames! Some places offer prizes, but mostly, you just want to get a high score on the machines. Like—I’ve got a really high score on this dancing game, I’ve got the top score in most of the songs, but there are some songs I could never do, because you need two players, and, uhhhh… but now I have two players, so we can do it, right?”

“Can’t be harder than defeating a monster showing us our worst fears while dancing with no music, right?”

Xxx

Pewwwwwwwwwww…

Amity winced at the score. Not even close to the top three scores. “I’m… sorry, Luz, we can try again, or—”

Luz laughed. “Whoo! Wow, that was harder than I expected! I guess I haven’t really played in months, and it’s a new song, too! Hey, look, the claw machine! Let’s try that!”

Luz tugged Amity to a glass machine full of plushies. “See anything you like? Ooo, look, there’s a little bear in a witch hat! It can match you!”

Luz pushed a token into the machine, and moved the lever. The claw in the machine dropped down, grazing off the bear. “Awwwww.”

“Can I try?”

Luz pushed another token into the machine and stepped away with a bow. “All yours!”

Amity scooted the claw along. “You know, this kind of reminds me of my dad’s abomatons. When they were in early testing phase, he was still working out the kinks in the claw grip. He proved how it could handle delicate procedures by picking up Ed with it. He was maybe, I don’t know, six, seven? He was right, the claw didn’t crush Ed. But it dropped him because the grip strength was weak. Our nanny was furious.”

Amity dropped the claw, and it successfully snagged the bear, dragging it up into the air. “YES!”

It was almost to the chute, when the arm wobbled, and the bear dropped out, hitting the edge of the chute and falling back inside the machine.

“NO!” Amity banged one fist on the glass. “This machine cheats!” She shook her head. “Should have known better than to trust anything that looks like one of my dad’s machines. Look, it dropped the bear on its head, just like Edric.” Amity laughed, tapering off to a sigh. “Hope he’s okay.”

Luz stiffened. “I’m sure he’s fine. Nothing could get your siblings, they’re too slippery! You know what, most of the games in here are rigged, let’s go get coffee.”

“You mean that stuff that your mom drinks? Is that safe for us? Hunter drank some the other day and he was up all night.”

“Hunter drank it at 9PM, we’ll be fine. Or we could just get some pastries! The Robin’s Roast has some great danishes, let’s go.”

Luz headed towards the door, and Amity shook her head.

Shouldn’t have mentioned the demon realm.

She followed Luz to a square brick building, the sign on the front displaying a red-chested bird sitting in a mug.

Wait… I think I heard Vee talk about this—

Luz stopped dead in the doorway. “Oh,” she said softly.

Amity peered over her shoulder. Eda’s face stared down at her from a “Banned” poster on the wall. “Oh, Luz…”

Luz heaved a sigh, turning around and trudging out. “Let’s… let’s just go. We can—we can do the milkshakes, or—or—”

“Luz—” Amity dashed up, taking Luz’s hand. “Luz. It’s okay to miss them. I miss my family, too.”

Luz rubbed the back of her head. “I know, I know, but it’s—it’s—”

Amity gave Luz’s hand a squeeze. “No more secrets, remember?”

“I just… I promised you this slice of life date, and I really wanted to—to take you out, and I know we’re all… I just want you to be happy Amity. I wanted to make you feel special, and have a good time, and… everywhere I’ve taken you has just upset you, or made you think about home, and…”

“Luz.” Amity brought Luz’s hand up, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m happy when you’re happy, when you’re really happy, not just pretending to be happy. I don’t need a slice of life earth date if you’re just worried the whole time that something will upset me. I miss my siblings, and maybe my dad, sure, but talking about them, remembering them… it made them feel closer, not further away.” Amity swung Luz’s hand back and forth. “You know what we need right now?”

“What?”

“A boiling isles date. Sure, there might not be magic here, but if I’ve learned anything about us, it’s that we make our own magic. Now, let’s see. I heard from Vee about the magic rats hanging around this store, so why don’t we check that out? I bet they’re not too different from the echo mice. Just like old times. Maybe we can even get banned from the café!”

“Yeah,” Luz said slowly, brightening, “Yeah, I always wanted to check back in on them. Vee ran off before I really got to question them!”

Amity gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right there, I’m going to get us some of those danishes.”

Luz tore around the outside of the building, and Amity marched back into the café. “Hey! Uh, how much for that banned poster?”

The barista stared at her blankly. “What?”

“The banned poster.”

“Why do you want… what?”

“Iiiiiiii’m aaaaaaaannnnnnn art student!” Amity lied, “I’m making a collage!” She spread her hands out. “The banned and unwanted of gravesfield! I’m collecting banned posters, and that is a lovely specimen. So, how much for it?”

The barista stared at her for a couple of seconds, then sighed, disappearing into the back and coming out with a copy of the poster. “Just take it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Take it. Are you going to order, or…?”

“Ooo, okay, uhhhh… two cheese danishes? No, wait, Luz is lactose intolerant, one cheese Danish, and one… something else?”

Amity paid for the food, and went around back. Luz was sitting back on her legs, peering into the garbage. “Hey.”

“Hey. They’re not interested. They keep hiding in the trash hissing about forbidden knowledge.”

Amity crouched down next to her, offering her the non-cheese danish. “Got you a snack.”

She glanced around for any witnesses, then drew a circle, sending a small abomination into the trash. “We’ll get them. In the meantime… here.” She handed Luz the banned poster. “The rest of us put up pictures of our family. It’s only fair you get one.”

Luz clutched the wanted poster tightly, the paper crinkling in her grip. “Thanks,” she sniffed, “Amity, I…”

Amity opened up her arms, and Luz plunked her head on Amity’s shoulder. “I miss them.”

“Yeah. Me too. But we’ll find a way back.”

Amity’s abomination tore back out of the garbage, glancing back over its shoulder. The trash rumbled and shifted.

“CREATURE OF MAGIC,” a voice growled from the cans, “WE WILL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH!”

Luz stood, offering Amity a hand. “Time to go?”

Amity let Luz pull her to her feet. “Time to go!”

Xxx

Luz pinned the banned poster of Eda to the board in the abandoned house, humming. “Hey, Eda,” she said quietly, “I hope you’re okay, and you got out of there in time. I’m doing my best to come back, but… it could take a while. Hang tight until I get there.”

Amity slipped her hand into Luz’s, giving it a squeeze.

“I wish she could hear me,” Luz sighed, “I just want to tell her… there’s so much I want to tell her.”

Amity leaned her head on Luz’s shoulder. “I think she knows.”

Luz nodded, looking up at the poster. “Yeah.”

Stay safe.

I’m coming.

#toh #the owl house #lumity #asks #writing requests #toh fanfiction #luz noceda #amity blight #my writing

[alexagirlie]

Take it Off

This is a repost as I only ever linked to my AO3 which is now locked to just registered users. Plus I make moodboards now lol have to add that in.

Pairing(s): Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred Summary: "Is that the guest performer? Why is he so hot? I want to fuck him? Can we fuck him?" Finan groaned and walked off without answering any of Uhtred's rapid fire questions "Behave!" He pointed a finger at Uhtred to emphasize his point. Uhtred grinned. That wasn't a no, which meant Finan wanted to fuck the man as much as Uhtred did. Warnings/Tags: Pole Dancing, Stripping, Hook Up, Threesome, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Uhtred was pacing back and forth in front of the bar, a disgruntled Leofric was behind the polished wood cleaning glasses in preparation for that night's opening. "Why do we even need a guest dancer?" He fumed, before turning to face the bar and slammed his hands down on the wood. "We have me!"

Leofric grunted but said nothing which caused Uhtred to frown at the other man.

Uhtred opened his mouth to complain more when the front door opened letting in a stream of blinding sunlight. Both men looked over when Finan walked in, followed closely by the hottest man Uhtred had ever laid eyes on. Which was saying a lot since he regularly had Finan naked and begging in his bed.

His face was all angles, sharp cheekbones and a jawline Uhtrid wanted to bite red and purple marks into. His hair was loose and fell around his face in dark curls, just long enough to brush his broad shoulders and would be the perfect lenght for Uhtred to grab while fucking him.

His mouth closed with a snap of teeth and he couldn't help but stare as Finan led the man through the club and into the hallway leading to the performers prep area. He flushed red at being caught ogling the newcomer when the stranger shot an inquisitive look over his shoulder as he walked past and disappeared down the hallway.

"Uhtred." Leofric sounded exasperated. "Uhtred, no."

Uhtred ignored him "I need to fuck him."

Leofric groaned and went back to preparing the bar for that night. Uhtred's mind was already on how he could possibly seduce the strange man. 

He was still lost in thought, fantasizing about how he would like to worship the newcomer when Finan came back out, this time alone. He walked over to the bar and leaned back against it. He took one look at Uhtred's expectant face and groaned. "Uhtred, no."

"Is that the guest performer? Why is he so hot? I want to fuck him? Can we fuck him?"

Finan groaned and walked off without answering any of Uhtred's rapid fire questions "Behave!" He pointed a finger at Uhtred to emphasize his point.

Uhtred grinned. That wasn't a no, which meant Finan wanted to fuck the man as much as Uhtred did. 

Uhtred passed the time until the club opened stretching, he had a rigorous yoga routine he did before a performance to help keep him limber and loose. It also served to focus his mind and he was able to forcibly put his dick brain away. Mostly anyways. He kept hoping for another glance of their guest but to his disappointment the guy stayed in his changeroom.

It wasn't until Uhtred had already done his performance for the night and was grabbing a drink at the bar before he started his rounds on the floor when the guest performer, who he now knew was named Sihtric, came on stage to perform and Uhtred was able to lay eyes on him again.

The voice of their stage manager Osferth came over the PA system and announced their next dancer 'The Danish Boy' and Uhtred was mesmerized. 

Sihtric strutted out on stage to the opening chords of "Be My Daddy" by Lana Del Rey and he looked like sex on legs. His hair had been braided along the top of his head and Uhtred could see that the sides were shaved short and he had a tattoo which curled around his ear and down his neck that Uhtred hadn't noticed before.

He wasn't in some cheesy, cliche costume  that Uhtred had seen a lot of dancers use but instead was wearing black joggers which hugged his ass perfectly, a black tank top topped with a black leather jacket. Simple but looked so good on him. He kept his moves simple and precise as he stripped each item off until he was left in tight black lace panties and Uhtred was almost drooling. 

Sihtric was far more muscular than Uhtred had anticipated and his gaze followed the thick curve of his shoulders and pecs, down the washboard of his abs and along the v of his groin until his gaze locked on the bulge barely contained in those panties. Even while soft they were barely able to keep him contained and Uhtred's mouth watered. He was also covered in more tattoos. He had half sleeves on both arms covering him in norse runes from knuckles to elbows and as he turned around Uhtred saw a pair of black wings with norse knotwork and runes running down his spine.

He had never wanted to get on his knees for someone so bad in his life.

Then Sihtric grabbed the pole, the muscles in his biceps bulging and Uhtred's mind went blank as the other dancer pushed off the floor and swung himself up and around the pole. Uhtred had seen dozens of pole dancers over the years but none had ever shown the same level of strength and athleticism as what he saw during Sihtric's performance. The way he was able to suspend himself so effortlessly, moving himself into all manner of sexy positions. His muscles flexed and released and as the dance went on his skin began to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. 

Uhtred wanted to lick it off. He was so entranced that it took Leofric chucking a damp rag at him to snap him out of his stupor and get him back to work, his break well over. 

Uhtred was more determined than ever to seduce Sihtric. He just had to execute it perfectly, his mind racing through all the different approaches as he gave lap dances and signed posters, all the while praying to the gods to make the night finish faster.

After all the performances were done and the club was doing last call and getting ready to close up, Uhtred was released from his duties on the floor and secluded himself in his private change room. He had just finished showering and had pulled on a fresh pair of black sweatpants when there was a knock at his door. He slung the damp towel he had been using to dry his hair over his bare shoulders and answered the door, thinking it would be Leofric or Steapa with his cut from that night.

To his shock, Sihtric was the person waiting for him on the other side of the door.

The other man looked freshly showered and was dressed in his street clothes. His hair was damp and tousled over his forehead and had been released from the braids he wore while performing and left loose to curl around his shoulders.

Uhtred was struck dumb with how handsome the other man was up close and under proper lighting. His eyes were two different colours, one a deep rich brown while the other was a mix of lighter brown and a stormy blue. Uhtred was embarrassed to find himself getting lost in them immediately, he was normally much more suave, and had to internally shake himself out of his stupor instead of just standing there like an idiot.

Hey grinned "Hey, what's up? Uh Sihtric right?" He held his hand out for the other man to shake.

He grinned harder at the firm shake and as Sihtric licked his lower lip enticingly. "Yeah Uhtred right? Finan asked me to meet him here?"

Uhtred frowned. "He did? Why?"

Before the other dancer could answer, a familiar Irish accented voice answered for him. "Because you're too predictable luv." 

What Uhtred didn't know was that Finan had already propositioned Sihtric, knowing that he was exactly Uhtred's type. He'd told Uhtred off because he didn't want the silly man to come off too strong and scare the dancer off.

Finan wrapped a well muscled arm around Sihtric's shoulder and ushered him into the room, forcing Uhtred to step back out of the way so he could close the door.

Uhtred was super confused. "Wha-." Before he can get any answers he finds himself slammed against the closed door and warm lips pressed against his.

Finan devoured his mouth, his tongue pushed its way between Uhtred's lips and into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. His lover pressed against his left side and slotted a leg between his thighs and Uhtred moaned at the pressure against his half hard cock.

He was only just realizing what was happening when a second warm body pressed against his right side and Finan released his mouth only for the Irish man to turn his face to the side so he could meet the mismatched eyes watching them heatedly.

Uhtred tilted his head back against the door, silently begging for a kiss and Sihtric obliged. His mouth was warm and wet and tasted like mint toothpaste and just a hint of leftover whisky. 

Uhtred moaned at the scratch of Finan's beard against his skin as his lover sucked hard on his neck, no doubt working to give Uhtred the mother of all hickeys that he knew he would get shit for his next shift.

Sihtric pulled back from their kiss with a wet, slick sound then he flashed Uhtred a cocky smirk before he dropped to his knees at Uhtred's feet, his mismatched eyes never leaving the other dancers. Uhtred moaned as together they got his sweatpants pulled down and his hard cock sprung up and bobbed in the air, the head red and leaking.

"You want Sihtric to suck your cock sweetheart?" Finan whispered in Uhtred's ear before he nipped at the dancer's jawline sharply.

Uhtred nodded his head vigorously and moaned again as Sihtric wrapped a dry, calloused hand around his cock and gave it a few leisurely strokes. 

He gasped as Sihtric took the head of his cock in his mouth and sucked gently, then harder until Uhtred couldn't stop the bucking of his hips into that wet, warm cavern. As his cock slid across Sihtric tongue he felt a shock of cold metal and realized it was a tongue piercing. The contrast against the warmth of Sihtric's mouth sent a jolt of heat right to Uhtred's cock and it throbbed.

"Does his mouth feel good on your cock sweetheart?" Finan's voice had deepened to a rumbling growl with his arousal. 

Uhtred whined and opened his mouth to answer but instead choked as Sihtric sunk his mouth all the way to the base of his cock and swallowed around the head. He did it a few more times, making Uhtred gasp and moan louder and louder before Sihtric grabbed one of Uhtred's hands and placed it in his hair and encouraged Uhtred to fuck his mouth by relaxing his jaw and opening his mouth as wide as it can go, Uhtred cock just resting on his tongue.

Finan groaned in his ear, voice deep and commanding. "Fuck his throat baby." Uhtred was conditioned to listen to that voice and his hips pressed steadily into Sihtric's mouth. "That's it, Uhtred, give the good boy what he wants."

Sihtric moaned and gripped Uhtred around the thighs, prompting him to thrust faster and faster, harder and harder.

Uhtred was lost in the heat of Sihtric's mouth, in the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of Sihtric's mouth, in the silky feeling of his hair between his fingers as Uhtred gripped him tight. He was so close to the edge and all it took was for Finan to reach behind Uhtred and press a saliva slicked finger against Uhtred's hole for him to go tumbling over it.

Uhtred moaned as he came down Sihtric's throat, the other man constricting around his cock as he swallowed. He slumped back against the door, sweaty and panting hard when Finan reached down and pulled Sihtric off his knees and kissed the other man deeply, chasing the taste of Uhtred's spend from his mouth.

Uhtred watched in a daze as Finan pressed Sihtric against the counter, hands cupped around his jaw so he could adjust the slide of their mouths so he could kiss Sihtric deeper. They were so fucking hot together and Uhtreds half hard cock gave a twitch as it started to fill back up. When they finally came up for air Finan pressed biting kisses across Sihtric's jawline then nipped his ear.

Uhtred could just hear the words his Irishman growled out. "Would you like Uhtred to fuck you, pretty boy?"

Sihtric moaned and reached down to begin undoing the buttons of Finan's shirt. "Fuuuuck yes. Fuck me!"

Uhtred watched with hunger as Finan and Sihtric undressed eachother and Finan turned Sihtric around and bent him over the counter.

He looked at Uhtred over his shoulder. "Lube luv?"

Uhtred flushed as he grabbed a half empty tube out of his backpack and passed it to Finan who immediately got to work. Uhtred watched entranced by the sight as Finan worked his way slowly up to four fingers, all but fucking Sihtric with them as he got the dancer ready for his cock. He was fully hard again and he reached down and grasped his cock at the base to help relieve some pressure as he waited.

It wasn't much longer until Uhtred ended up balls deep inside of Sihtric as the other dancer was bent over the dressing table. Sihtric felt amazing around his cock and Uhtred was sure he had been blessed by the gods as he paused with his hips pressed to Sihtric's arse and just breathed, trying not to come from the tight heat wrapped around him.

It was made all the harder when Finan pressed up against Uhtred's side, pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders. He felt slick fingers trailed along his lower back and dip between his cheeks to rub against his hole. Uhtred moaned and shifted his weight, torn between staying pressed inside Sihtric heat and pushing back against the promise of Finans talented fingers inside of him. 

He didn't have to struggle for long as Finan seemed to be past the point of having patience left to tease him and pressed two of his thick fingers into Uhtred. Just enough to get him good and wet, eager to get fucked. The dancer preferred to feel the burn as he stretched around the girth of Finan's huge cock.

Soon Finan was pressing his cock into Uhtred and the three men were moving in tandem, a smooth, hard rhythm which saw Finan slamming into Uhtred which in turn pushed him into Sihtric. They worked well together and Uhtred soon lost himself in the pleasure, each thrust of Finan's cock inside of him hitting that perfect spot that made him see stars, the vice grip Sihtric had around his cock and the sounds he was pulling from the other dancer's mouth echoing through the room.

Sihtric was loud, each thrust punched a moan out of his open mouth and Uhtred was addicted. He didn't care who might be able to hear them, our about how unprofessional it was to fuck someone in his change room. They would never fire him, or Finan.

Good thing too, as Sihtric's volume went even louder as he finally careened over the edge and came, cock completely untouched, all over the floor in front of Uhtred's dressing table.

His gasping moans and the way he tightened around where Uhtred was buried deep inside him pushed Uhtred to his own orgasm. Finan groaned in his ear and bit down where his neck met shoulder as he flooded Uhtred arse with his cum. All three of them shuddered and shivered through their orgasms.

Twenty minutes later finds all three men freshly showered and dressed and making their way out of the club, arms slung over shoulders and pressed close. Uhtred was having a hard time keeping his hands off Sihtric, the taste of him not nearly enough to satisfy and he couldn't wait to get him back to his and Finan's apartment.

They walked through the main floor, passed empty tables and chairs and passed the only other employee left inside. Leofric was waiting behind the bar, arms crossed and scowling, three stacks of cash sitting on the bar in front of him. "Here's your fucking money, arseling."

"Our hero!" Uhtred yelled as he gave Leofric a two fingered salute as Finan collected the money and ushered them out the door and into the cold night air.

#kirstin's chronicles #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfiction #finan/sihtric/uhtred #strip club au #finan #sihtric kjartansson #uhtred of bebbanburg #smut

[garbage-connoisseur]

Skyggen aka Webmaster

Unlike the US, Denmark has a fairly small film industry, which mostly produces cinema aimed at a local Danish market. There's not a whole lot of Danish horror or sci-fi movies, and the ones that get made tend to be godawful, with very few exceptions. For some reason I am not entirely aware of, I have decided to collect all of these Danish genre movies, since that seemed to be an achievable goal. Hence my collection of almost all of the terrible Danish horror movies:

I'm going to slowly work my way through these and write about them. First up is one of the more interesting titles: Skyggen, or as it's known internationally: "Webmaster". The front cover compares it to Blade Runner, but it is in fact significantly closer to Johnny Mnemonic.

Our story starts by introducing us to a central character of "Technopolis residential zone 4", an autistic super hacker that goes by "J.B." - After being caught inside a system that he shouldn't have access to, he's been made into a White Hat InfoSec type working to make the internet more secure. Sorry, did I say internet? I of course meant Cyberworld. Oh, and InfoSec was also wrong, he's a "Webmaster". Cyberworld is mostly your typical William Gibson metaverse as seen through the VR glasses and voice control used to interact with the virtual world.

To be a bit more specific, your level of access is dependent on three things. First is the transfer speed of the cable you're connecting with. To be able to access all parts of the network you need to be connected through a Tera Bit Connection, which is only available to a select few important users in the residential zone. Secondly you must be a member of Usenet type groups, which are based in a hierarchy that decides what you can and cannot do.

Lastly your access is granted using an ID optical disc, which serves as your credentials showing you are who you say you are, and gives you access to your "Cyber Ego", i.e. your virtual avatar. For a super hacker in charge of digital security, a single factor login system seems incredibly ill-adviced... But I'm no expert on InfoSec, and don't know enough to dispute it.

J.B. has a semi-platonic relationship with a private investigator known as Miauw, who is seemingly one of the only reasons he ever leaves his room and Cyberworld to interact with meat space. His own time is spent on routines and playing with his rich fantasy universe in the form of Cyber Egos that he trains.

I honestly don't want to spoil the story. It's a neo-noir crime story with your usual femme fatales and a ticking clock, as well as a few twists and turns. The writing isn't great and the acting is generally pretty bad - but it's all so very charming.

Content warnings for the movie though. It features a kink nightclub, several sex scenes, people getting brutally murdered and hints of previous pedophilia, so I completely understand if that's not your thing.

On the other hand it features a wonderful drag character, some very 90s ideas of the future, a protagonist who surfs the internet in just his undies while hanging upside down and wearing cool VR shades and of course a nightclub full of bargain bin Cyberdog ravers.

I had a lot of fun with this one.

#danish summer camp #cyberpunk #sci-fi #science fiction film #cult movies #hacker movies #cyberpunk movies #Danish movie

[someone-you-do-not-know]

Hi 👋 💞

I have a little question for you

How do you say "pink" in Danish? I know it may sound silly or weird, but I just need to know if you have a distinct name for it (that means just "pink", not "red-something"). And does Danish pink have synonyms?

This is about LEGO and their brick naming

Thank you for answering, you sweet cookie 🍪 Have a great evening!

Pink actually has two different words in Danish, depending in the colour. Lighter pinks are called lyserød (light red), while we use pink for darker pinks. Even though lyserød sounds like it's just red-something, we'd never use it for red. It is colours like this:

That's lyserød. Whereas this:

That's pink. There's also some people who uses rosa (rose) and variants like sartrosa (delicate rose), støvetrosa (dusty rose), gammelrosa (old rose), blegrosa (pale rose), but that's older, and each of them are used for more specific colours, like salmon (laksefarvet in Danish) or peach (ferskenfarvet in Danish). Occasionally, there's also rosenrød (rosered) and rosenfarvet (rosecoloured), but all of these last ones are not used in daily conversation. The rosa ones you'll generally only encounter if shopping for makeup, paint, or fabrics (or the topic falls on these), whereas the last two, rosenrød and rosenfarvet, are mostly used in literature or as an idiom. Rosenrød especially evokes the same ideas as "rosetinted glasses" in English. We also see both used to describe kids' cheeks in literature.

Technically, there's even more, but then we're moving into words that are never used in conversation, and aren't really that pink either. Anyway, the most normal ones are lyserød and pink.

I went to the lego site to figure out what you meant, and it's actually pretty weird that pinks are under purple. Not to mention that lilac (syrenfarvet) is just a subset of purple (lilla), so I don't get why that has it's own category. What I mean is that the naming conventions of colours on lego's website are super weird. No one calls them that in Denmark.

This is lyserød, not lyslilla (light purple). If I want help finding that colour, I say lyslyserød (light lightpink).

And this is pink, not klar lilla (bright purple). That's what I'd ask for.

I hope this has been interesting, because I'm now very confused as to why they named them like that.

#pink!!!! #pink #danish #prussianbluevanilla #thank you for the ask! <3 #being silly #lego #vort sprog er stærkt #men det bliver det ikke ved med hvis lego fortsætter med det der

[eyeris-moni]

What favorite foods and drinks do your ocs have :D?

Close up's!

Not all my characters eat, so I didn't include Hunter and Grin Snatcher for this (:

These aren't necessarily their favorite dishes, but they'd definitely be strong contenders!

Razcaberry

Cupid

Raz doesn't need to eat but taught himself how to do that, since others around him seemed to enjoy the experience. He doesn't really have a sense of taste, but he loves sharing experiences with others and his favorite food is probably whatever he had shared with friends in the past!

Cotton Candy is an example of that - it also looks and feels a bit like how Raz's insides are like, so I think he enjoys that feeling of familiarity and kinship?

Fhrey

Cupid doesn't need to eat either, but he still partakes out of a love of flavors. I think he mostly eats food with lots of spices in them if he'd have to pick. Going out to buy food is actually one of the rare occasions on which Cupid would shapeshift to look human.

The food in his illustration is Murgh Makhani (Indian Butter Chicken), I could see him enjoy that type of cuisine!

Danya

Fhrey is human and does actually need to eat.

Not just that, he really enjoys cooking and eating. Firstly, it gives him an excuse for getting to know a lot of information about people. Secondly, he likes making others rely on him and that they enjoy the things he does for them, It generally helps in making others fall for him and make sure they stick around.

On top of that, Fhrey also just... likes to cook. It is genuinely one of his hobbies that lets him blow off steam and connect with others when he can't seem to do so emotionally. He mostly doesn't cook for other people aside from himself and his partners though.

The dish I chose for him is not one that takes a lot of culinary skills. It's about as basic as you get with the Danish dish, Smørrebrød.

I think Fhrey enjoy these both because it is versatile but also because he has fond memories of eating them.

I gave him a glass of Blandet saft (mixed concentrated fruit juice) because I feel like that completes the meal.

Danya is also human and also needs to eat. She rarely cooks for herself and instead buys mostly street foods of all types of cuisine that are available to her. I think she really has a soft spot for Bao though. Whenever she's not feeling well, She'll buy far too many and binge-eat them.

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #oc #razcaberry #fhrey winters #cupid #Danya #CPR ask #Raz would eat anything #even someone's keys. What happens to them? who knows. #Cupid probably has tried the most vast food of all of them #Fhrey is the pickiest of them for sure #I was gonna maybe draw pho for Danya because I'm fully projecting onto these characters #But drawing Baos seemed fun and also I hate drawing bowls #For real tho #Cupid mainly eats love from those around him

[mannazandwyrd]

A modern pagan prayer bracelet or meditation aid, suitable for broom-closeted devotional polytheists:

Start with your base bracelet. This can be a leather or slicone strap or a silver charm bracelet - whatever you already have or suits your budget.

Choose European-style big-hole slider beads for your bracelet (or a smaller hole if your base bracelet will allow), in colours that you associate with your deity/deities, in a number that’s sacred in your tradition.

Beard/hair beads and artisan lampwork made for SCA / historical reconstruction purposes work nicely. Support the artisans doing that work, and check out Etsy’s vintage section and your local vintage stores and antique malls (I like smoke-cleansing and repurposing vintage finds because it has a smaller environmental footprint than buying new). The silver charms from the 50s-80s may need an adapter bead to dangle from a newer bracelet, and major manufacturers (Trollbeads, Pandora, every chain jewelry store) have made and are making sterling beads in every theme imaginable. Semi-precious gemstone beads are also available.

Then write (or adapt) a meditative chant to go with the beads. A list of your deities’ aspects/names/heiti can be a good place to start. Different chants for different purposes are worth exploring, and you don’t need to do them out loud. Put the chant(s) and the cleansed bracelet on your altar and ask your deities to consecrate them.

I’m hanging with the Norse, so I snagged a vintage foxtail-chain bracelet (Trollbeads), and went through my Viking-and-earlier-replica bead stash looking for ones with 4mm holes. I chose nine lamp-worked glass beads and a few sterling ones; it’s a work in progress. I’m going to keep my eye on Trollbeads, too, because as a Danish company they have a number of beads directly inspired by Norse mythology (and even a Mjolnir bead).

In the photo: Lampwork mostly by Grimfrost, LykosLeather, and VikingsHagedisen - my fancy replica beads from other vendors have a smaller hole (through my own lack of foresight) so will stay on my necklace-slash-brooch-chain. Sterling is all vintage, and the beads with a gold stripe in them are vintage Trollbeads but still mostly available on their website. Some of these will become Yule gifts.

In my UPG, Loki is using my energy centres (chakras in reiki and yoga) as part of teaching me energy and trancework, so my nine glass beads currently are: black, red, orange, yellow, green, sky blue, sapphire blue, purple, white. Kurt Hoogstraat’s “On Contemporary Seiðr” talks about this syncretic practice a bit; I am including the ‘earth root’ and ‘soul star’ centres in my version, and thinking of it as my Bifröst bracelet. It doesn’t hurt that at a glance people think it’s a gay pride thing (everyone I know knows I’m momma bear to a trans teen).

The photo also includes some other options I’m playing with based on what I currently have at hand. I also have repurposed my childhood sterling charm bracelet, reusing the chain for beads (it needs a new clasp) and the charms for sortilege divination purposes, with the help of some sterling split-rings and skinny Thai hill-tribe silver spacers.

What I like about this idea is that it’s so versatile: it can read as whatever gender feels best for you, it can be simple or maximalist, casual or dressy, work-appropriate or wildly artsy, and as subtle and stealth as you need it to be. Because charm bracelets of various kinds have been around for decades, you can do it on whatever budget you have, or ask to be gifted one from that place in the mall. Childrens’ plastic letter-block beads and pony beads can be used, if it suits you and your deity (a certain trickster I know would be delighted with that). You can swap out the beads as you go.

#norse paganism #norse polytheism #inclusive paganism #devotional polytheism #prayer beads #meditation aids #making a modern practice #broom closet practice ideas #post 7 of 7 #7 days of Lokabrenna #polytheistic monasticism #long post

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Modern Au Athelstan headcanons

Back on my bullshit

Wears glasses and has horrible eyesight

And Ragnar teases him about it

Probably got them as a kid too

Wasn't full on bullied as a kid (I feel like other kids tried but he just gave zero reaction because he's a litttttle bit oblivious) but did get teased a bit for being really really short for his age and also the huge glasses

I swear I didn't steal this from @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics it's been in my head a while and believe me I was Shook when it turned out to be their headcanon too but anyway Athelstan was a foster kid

Never knew his birth family, just knows he had a lot of siblings

Was never officially adopted by anyone, I like to think that the last family he lived with was really good to him though and helped him learn to navigate the world as a young adult

Still sees that family occasionally after he goes to school, they were the people he was closest to out of all his childhood

Ok I actually have a highly specific au in my head where OF COURSE years later he meets Ragnar and Lagertha and their kids but it turns out THEY were former foster parents who he'd lived with when he was really young before their own kids were born and for whatever reason he had to be given to another family and they were heartbroken about it but then they recognize each other and I cry

Got a scholarship to go to a decent university (was always a straight A student let's be real this boy's a massive nerd) and ended up studying something history related but I can't decide what

It's gonna be like either religious history or ancient languages or something (or maybe just Medieval art idk I didn't go to uni I don't know what they get up to in there)

Is a little embarrassed by his name. Most people call him Stan or Ath - if the full name comes out Something Is Wrong

(But Ragnar and Lagertha both call him by his full name whenever, they've earned that privilege)

I love love love the thought of him meeting them via babysitting/tutoring their kids

I know I know I know romance is popular but in this au I always liked the idea of them kind of pseudo adopting him. Even before they've recognized him they're like "this one needs a family we're taking him home"

Lagertha especially her mom instincts kick in the second she sees his little face. This one belongs to her now.

Ragnar calls Athelstan "kid"

(It turns out he didn't properly remember his name until several months after they'd met)

Their family is Norwegian/Danish but live in England which is where Athelstan meets them

When he starts going to their house (because they invite him for dinner almost right away after he's started looking after the kids) and realizes all 3 languages get spoken sort of haphazardly around the house he makes a determined effort to learn them on his own because he wants to communicate with them in more ways than one

They aren't *rich* but definitely have a lot more money than what Athelstan grew up with and he's more than a little surprised to say the least when he finds out

They have a cabin somewhere in Norway up in the mountains that was Ragnar's dad's or whatever and one winter they take him along with them and I really want to write a fic about this so bad guys you have no idea

Ragnar teaches him to drive and it's about as chaotic as you'd expect

Bjorn plays *all* the sports and tries to get Athelstan to practice with him (this is mostly an excuse for him to kick soccer balls and the like at him)

He probably has like every social media account you can have but he either never uses them (or just logs on to observe everyone else and never says anything himself) or uses it to argue with assholes

Listen you cannot tell me that if someone is being a jerk on twitter or whatever he wouldn't absolutely go after them in the calmest yet most smug fact-checking way and just obliterate them only to fade into 100% obscurity once again

Hates conflict in theory but can't resist calling out people being mean online lol

Has a lot of house plants

Bakes the best breads and cookies ever I swear

Awkward about having people over but loves to make food for his friends and generally just take care of them

Photographs literally everything. Phone storage: full after like a month. Gets a digital camera. Fills up storage on that too.

Has an energy that just inexplicably draws others towards him. Any rando who comes up to him on the street he'll just have a full conversation with too, he takes everyone fully seriously even if he can't quite understand why they're talking to him

Loves museums. Will sit quietly and look at Art and do nothing else for hours at a time.

Probably plays D&D

(as a monk, of course. Or maybe a cleric.)

#athelstan #vikings #phew #nobody asked for this but i'm spamming you with it anyway i do what i want here

[chilimissy]

Today I scored all of these mostly WW1 era royal family postcards for just $30 (were $2 each!)

Not just the BRF, German, Spanish, Danish, French, Scottish, Portuguese and others I haven't worked out yet.

Some were posted. There's one from an injured soldier in Germany, one in German and a couple in French. Some I need to decipher the cursive writing.

Also in my market haul, a Charles and Diana wedding commemorative plate which I have actually wanted since I saw it at a market last year and a giant coca cola glass

#old postcards #royalfamily #brf #edwardian #victorian #ww1 #postcards

[cftragedy]

( felix mallard, cis male, he/him, 24) ** ♔ announcing tyr magnussen,  the prince of denmark ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble felix mallard. it is a miracle that he survived the last five years and for that reason, they are against the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of hushed conversation, never quite meeting a gaze, the glint of a blade, & broken glass at your feet.  (ariel, he/him or ze/hir, 25, cst)

basics.

full name: tyr erik valdemar magnussen nicknames: n/a (tends to have his name unspoken in religious settings, simply referred to as “the young prince”) age: 24 years old gender: cis male pronouns: he/him orientation: gay religion: lutheran (some remnants of pagan influence) language(s): danish, swedish, polish, russian, english  status: single, formerly betrothed

bio.

cw for parental & sibling death, implied infidelity, murder, grief

you’re the last in the line. a surprise, by all means. the next sibling in age to you is seven years your senior, and what started as mostly ignored rumor swells into common whispering when you grace the world with your presence. imagine it for a moment. your golden haired family crowded round to see dark brown wisps adorning your head. what color was that guard’s hair again? but then again, you had an aunt with dark hair. a couple of cousins, too. who’s to say? still, the whispers manage to only occasionally reach you, and you grow up laughing at them. you do not grow up broad shouldered like your brothers, more lithe, like your mother and sister, but you stand as tall. still, you often find yourself underfoot. your parents are a king and queen who have already had four children brought up learned and capable in their own strengths.your brother hagen is a hunter, edvin to make an ideal warrior, aksel a poet, and clara a healer, a caretaker. you know your siblings do not shut you out intentionally, and truly in some aspects it fell upon them to fill the roles one might have expected of your parents. you were mostly left to your own devices, though, and through this you found your own...specialties. 

publicly, you’re referred to as a tactician. you joke that being so much younger than so many siblings meant such a skill was more necessity than anything else. you need to anticipate everyone’s moves, before they might even think of them. as you grow, this skill is honed, encouraged. there is, however, a second interest you take in your early teen years, one you’re not as forthcoming about. it’s hardly appropriate dinner conversation. Clara is a healer, and you were at her side from the moment you could toddle unaided, and thus you learned as she worked, and found...a very opposing interest. as strange as it was to think certain plants and ingredients might be combined to heal, it was stranger still to think you could do the opposite. it felt like playing god. you were transfixed. it’s not an interest you speak of, but you don’t hide your studies from your siblings. you don’t hide much from them. it is strange, apparently, the closeness the five of you grow up with. hagen was 12 when you were born, but he always seemed amused by you. other than clara, he was who you always felt closest to. 

your father dies when you’re 6 years old. everything tilts from then on, rule going to hagen at 18, barely a man himself. there’s a betrothal, a cancelling, your mother dies three weeks after you turn 11, a second betrothal, a marriage, a queen. your family welcomes dagmar as though she’s always been there. in a way, it feels like she has. your family unit has fluctuated and changed, but up to now you’ve taken it all in stride, too young to fully recognize your father’s loss, too disconnected to feel much about your mother’s. no, grief will not settle in you for some time. for now, it is joy. there is to be a baby. you’re overjoyed for your brother and the queen. tragedy mars your line when hagen is killed in a hunting accident. it’s so...it’s fitting, but the loss is felt instantly. your next brother is made king, and the line moves up by one. you’re now third to inherit. a month later, your niece comes into the world, and you want to be happy, but you are afraid. 

you had been against coming to this summit from the start. your land had been ravaged by plague, your family marked by tragedy, you wanted to remain. but your brother’s word is law now, so your opinion, not matter how often it ends up correct, is overlooked. it’s a sick confirmation of your fears when your sister, your only sister, the heart of your family, is killed in the night. you are angry. angry at the swiss for allowing this to happen. angry at your brother for insisting you come here. that is anger you can settle. what does not settle is the anger of retribution. they found the hired blade, yes, but after that? the true culprit remains nameless and faceless in the wind. where are you supposed to put the rage?

#1642hqintro #death tw #murder tw #FINALLY got this updated

[thebusinessmagnate]

Mark Singer: The Pioneering Visionary Behind The Gorilla Glue Company

Glues, Adhesives, and Sealants are substances used to hold and attach surfaces. They can be used for Craft, DIY, Repairs, Construction, and other industrial purposes and needs. Whatever you need to fix, build, stick, create, bond, and seal – these sticky glues, adhesives, and sealants are the solution. These gummy and goey stuff are made of Silicones, Silane-Modified Polymers, Polyurethanes, Methacrylates, Cyanoacrylates, Epoxies, Butyl Rubber, or Elastomers.

Incredibly stronger glues, adhesives, and sealants are used mostly in the manufacturing innovation and industrial sectors as they can be very harmful during simple craft and repair work. Having the substance of higher strength fall on any bare bodily part can prove to be detrimental and needs to be addressed immediately. The versatility of these tacky and viscous substances is more sustainable in the amount of materials used to just get the job done. Different types and kinds of materials can be bonded and sealed by glues, adhesives, and sealants without the use of extra materials for additional support. Many companies, brands labels, and organizations make their patented sticky composite and market them, which would rake in huge profits if their quality is good and gets the job done as advertised. 

Therefore in this article, we will be talking about one such company founded by Mark Singer in the manufacturing industry. An American woodworker found a type of glue that was Danish manufactured, being used in Indonesia. After asking the manufacturer for the glue to modify its composition a little, Mark bought and acquired the Northern American rights for the same. He went back to his country and built The Gorilla Glue Company in 1994, whose mission is – “to make products that deliver impressive results”. 

About Mark Singer – Founder of The Gorilla Glue Company:

The pioneering and trailblazing visionary who founded The Gorilla Glue Company is Mark Singer. A woodworker who has been working with wood and its related tools and types of equipment is all too familiar with how the adhesive technology of glues, adhesives, and sealants work. Woodworking, designing, and making furniture was a tedious activity for Mark. He says – “Practice, patience, proper tools, good lighting, reading glasses, and technique are all really helpful.”

Between the late 1989s and early 1990s, Mark Singer traveled from America to Bandung, Indonesia to visit a furniture factory there. He found that the workers used a type of glue unknown to Mark, on Teak furniture. The glue was made in Germany, specifically Danish manufactured. Seeing how the market was rising and how in-demand the glue was with customers, Mark went back to his country with sample bottles of the same. 

“Strong enough for the toughest jobs on planet Earth” – Tagline of The Gorilla Glue Company.

On arriving back home, he tested the glue on the furniture at his workshop. He found that this glue worked on not only Teak wood but also on metals, ceramics, plastics, stones, and much more. He immediately envisioned a product that is of high quality and a brand that people would love and find to be incredibly helpful. Therefore, he approached the Danish manufacturer of the glue and asked to modify its composition a little. After this, he bought and acquired the Northern American rights for the same and brought it to America. Here, Mark started his brand building and chose the brand logo, name, and products in 1994 and launched the business that same year. 

About The Gorilla Glue Company:

The Gorilla Glue Company was founded by Mark Singer, in the year 1994. It is a manufacturing company that makes waterproof glues, adhesives, and sealants for a variety of purposes in a factory established in Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. Currently, the business is family-operated by the Ragland Family. Mark Singer sold The Gorilla Glue Company to the family in the year 1999 – after which the business growth took to the skies. Mark continued to focus on his woodworking and furniture-making career thereafter.  

The company manages the patented brands of – Gorilla Glue, Gorilla Tape, O’Keeffe’s, and Lutz Tool. Later after the expansion of the company due to its immediate surge in high demand and prices, Gorilla Super Glue Impact-Tough Formula, Gorilla Construction Adhesive, Gorilla Wood Glue, and Gorilla Epoxy were the other brands created and included in the manufacturing line among many other premium products. 

Vision Statement – “We believe in high-quality products and choose to only put the Gorilla logo on products that meet rigorous development standards.” 

Building brands that people would love and manufacturing products that they would find to be incredibly helpful, the company believes that they do this for the people they care about –  “The Gorilla Way”. The Gorilla Glue Company is an all-purpose adhesive substance used for many purposes, such as – Craftwork, DIY and Builders, Repairs and Construction, and Moving and Storage purposes. 

The company is headed towards sustainability efforts with the vision to have future generations still using the brand’s products. A success story, this company is a proud member of the How2Recycle Program – a smarter labeling system that recycles for Americans and Canadians, operates in local areas, has store drop-off facilities, and compostable initiatives as well. Recognized as one of the top places to work for 13 continuous years, The Gorilla Glue Company is all set gearing up for future ventures and expanding its market with more innovative and creative, sticky products.

Visit More : https://thebusinessmagnate.com/mark-singer-the-pioneering-visionary-behind-the-gorilla-glue-company/

[vikinggirlies]

Introductions

We are a few friends living in Jorvik, sharing our lives and activities :)

Bryndis Þorrunardottir (hon/hennar//heo/hie) - 21 - I'm a Danish girl born and living in Jorvik, follower of Freyja. I like spinning, weaving, sewing and glass beads! I'll be the one mostly running the blog

Brynvarr Þorrunarson (hann/hanns//he/hine) - 21 - Dane, metalworker, occasional viking. Big fan of Þorr.

Miriam (הִיא//هي//heo) - 25 - Originally from Qurtubah, moved to Jorvik a couple years ago to help my family's trading business expand (we're Radanim). If you need silks, spices or garnets, I'm your gal! B"H

Osbjorn Wulfstanson (he/hine//hann/hanns) - 31 - Husband, father, jarl. Not really sure how I got roped into this but I buy a lot of Brynvarr's and Miriams stuff when I'm in the city ig. Matthew 28:19-20

We have a few other friends who occasionally come through too :)

#jorvik #york #vikings #norse #anglo saxon #al andalus #pagan #jewish #christian

[awed-frog]

Maybe, possibly, hopefully it will be spring soon, so here we go: what the hell do we call those things? And why?

butterfly [EN]: butter-eating fly

Schmetterling [DE]: cream-eating creature

boterschijte [NL]: she who poops like butter

sommerfugl [DK]: summer bird

zumer-feygele [YI]: little summer bird

fjäril [SV]: feathered thing

farfalla [IT]: vibrating thing

papillon [FR]: vibrating thing

balafenn [BR]: vibrating moth

babochka [RU]: little old woman

mariposa [ES]: Mary come down!

mariavolavola [SC]: Mary fly, fly!

borboleta [PT]: the beautiful little thing

Iar fach yr haf [CY]: little summer chicken

psychi [EL]: soul

flutur [SQ]: the flyer

pinpilinpauxa [EU]: thing that goes on flowers

peperuda [BG]: darling and dreadful wife of the underground thunder god

drugys [LT]: shivering thing

“Butterflies are such perfect symbols of transformation that almost no culture is content to accept another's poetry for this mythic creature. Each language finds its own verbal beauty to celebrate the stunning salience of the butterfly's being.”  — Haj Ross 

#langblr #til #etymology #butterfly #animals are so awesome #spring #languages #welsh #basque #russian #lithuanian #bulgarian #i tried getting all the european languages #obviously didn't succeed #still #this is pretty neat! #learned a lot of things today #mostly that the danish need glasses

[nifolution]

It Happens

Pairing: Dennis Baker & Reader

Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her.

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being Dennis

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

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Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him. 

His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. It’s not like she was coming back. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t... He needed to. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. Rock bottom, meet Dennis.

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Bypassing his former place of employment, Dennis headed straight to 'Back to The Grind' coffee kiosk. Standing awkwardly to the side of the queue, avoiding eye contact with the other customers, he awaited the arrival of his coffee buddy, Y/N. For the past two years, Monday through Friday, they would meet here in the pursuit of caffeine and conversation. Sometimes she had to run, but mostly they’d sit and chat until their cups were empty. Dennis enjoyed her company so much he kept showing up day after day, long after he no longer worked around there. It was all he had, all he lived for anymore. Just those few precious minutes of human connection.

Dennis checked his watch, 7:37 a.m., she was running late. Joining the line, he ordered for both of them, then sat at one of the nearby benches to wait. Ten more minutes went by with no sign of Y/N. You're a loser Dennis, she's not coming. With a defeated exhale, he stared at the sidewalk and took a large angry bite of his donut.

“Hey coffee buddy.”

Shit, she was here. Dennis looked up at her beautiful face, his eyes as big as saucers. Swallowing the large bite, he coughed out a greeting.

Y/N smiled at him. “I see you started without me.” She gestured to the corner of his mouth, “You have a little…” 

Dennis wiped his face on his arm. “Thanks.” He handed her a cup and a wrapped pastry. “I got your usual, medium caramel iced coffee. They were out of croissants though, so I ordered you a blueberry danish.” 

“Oh no,” she frowned, “blueberries and I do not agree.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I messed up your breakfast. I should have asked, I’m so stupid.” Dennis became visibly upset and continued to over apologize. Promising to get her something else and refusing to finish his donut. 

“It's ok, D, really. It’s not a big deal.”

He buried his face in his hands, “I suck, I'm sorry.” 

“Well I think you're pretty great, Dennis.” She smiled at him again, even though he couldn’t see it. “Hey, seeing as neither of us are having breakfast, how about an early lunch? Are you free?”

Dennis’ head whipped up, “For lunch? You want to have lunch with me?”

“Yeah.” Y/N checked the time on her phone, “Shit! I got to go, but can you meet me here at eleven? We can walk up the street to Charley’s, their food is awesome. Real burgers, not the microwave crap I know you favor.” 

Dennis nodded, “I’d love to.” Saying their goodbyes, he watched Y/N rush off to work. He knew she must see him as a charity case. Who wouldn’t. He was broken and worthless and felt bad for wasting her time everyday. It was selfish of him. Still, he could feel butterflies flapping in his belly, knowing he’d get to spend more time with her. Having nothing else to do, he sat in his car and waited.

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Y/N slid into the booth, staring eagerly at the man across from her. Eyes tracking his hands as he picked up his food and took a bite. Smirking as his eyes practically rolled into his head, “Good huh?”

“So good,” he groaned out before continuing to chomp on his burger. 

Chuckling, she began eating her own meal. “So how have you been, D? What ya been up to?”

Dennis shrugged, not wanting the conversation focused on him. “Not much… not anything really.” Making the mistake of looking at her expectant face, he found himself blurting out the things he tried to hide from her. “It’s true though, I wasted my entire life. Nothing to show for my 37 pointless years of existence. No job, no kids, no wife. I’m a big fat nothing.” He closed his eyes, waiting for the blowback of his confession. Startled when a soft hand enclosed his, giving a gentle squeeze. 

“I'm sorry. I had no idea.”

She sounded so sincere, Dennis couldn’t process it. “It’s okay. It’s, uh, been a few months now.” 

Y/N regretted bringing it up, but couldn’t help how her interest peaked. Her coffee buddy had never talked about himself this much. She wanted him to open up more. “How long were you guys married?” 

Taking a deep breath, he spilled his soul. If she wasn’t laughing before, she would now. “Sixteen very long years… haven’t had sex in the last seven. Not that we did it often before that.”

Her eyebrows shot up, “Wait, you and your wife haven’t had sex in seven years.”

“Well… I haven't,” he let the rest of his words die on his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Y/N cringed, “Sorry I brought it up.”

“That's alright. It wasn’t much of a marriage. I think she was faithful for maybe the first three years. That or I was too in love to notice. After our 10th anniversary she didn’t even bother hiding it. Spent our special day in someone else’s bed and facetimed me.”

“What a bitch. You didn't deserve to be treated like that, Dennis.” She rubbed his hand before going back to eating. After a few minutes, a thought occurred to her. “I know it’s not my place, but I think you should take this as an opportunity to start over. Find a new job, new girlfriend. I could help you, if you want.”

Even the thought of trying depressed him. “I don’t think anyone out there will hire me, or date me for that matter.”

Y/N tilted her head, “Love the enthusiasm.” She took a sip of her water before continuing, “I think you’re a catch, D. You just need some practice. You’ll get your life back on track in no time.” Dennis could only offer half a smile. “Okay, first up, a place to work. I know your old job was in sales, but you never told me what you sold.”

His voice lowered as he admitted it was the sale and rental of porta potties. He worked there for 15 years and hated every moment of it. 

“So something not involving toilets, then. There are lots of different types of sales jobs.”

Dennis shook his head, “Nobody wants to buy anything from me, not even shitters.”

She nodded, “No sales, got it. Umm, my department is hiring, logistics for big rigs.” 

“Maybe. I’d hate to invade your space though.” With a weary sigh, Dennis finished the last bite of his delicious burger. 

“Hmm,” she pondered over any positions that would suit him. “Oh hey, I know of an opening at a warehouse? Does something like that interest you?” 

“Maybe.”

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No one was more surprised than Dennis when he landed the warehouse gig. He took to it like a duck to water. His strength and organization skills put to good use. Memorizing where everything went on his first day. His coworkers were friendly and his manager was fair. He actually looked forward to going into work. But mostly, he loved continuing to have his daily coffee with Y/N.  

They were hanging out more often now, not just for coffee or lunch. Calling and texting at all hours, seeing each other after work and on the weekends. He talked to her about everything, and she to him, even gave him tips for reentering the dating pool. He wasn’t sad or lonely with her around. He forgot what that felt like. 

Dennis was familiar with the term touch starved, and oh, how it fit him. He couldn’t remember the last time someone touched him on purpose. His wife hadn't let him near her in years, recoiled at his every attempt to show affection. But Y/N touched him willingly, openly, without reservations. He was undeserving of it, he knew, but he craved it so. Every hug, every handhold, every fistbump, he wanted it all from her. 

Dennis was currently pacing through his kitchen. Y/N was on her way over to celebrate his divorce being finalized. She cheered that he was finally free from Gina’s horrible treatment and was better off without her abusive, cheating ass. He could feel the flop sweat start. Taking a paper towel, he began wiping his face and armpits. Just as he was wondering if he had time to shower, the bell rang.

When he opened the door, he was greeted with Y/N’s charming smile, her arms full with his favorite beer and chips. Helping her set her load on the kitchen island, he watched her grab two bottles, twisting off both tops, handing him one.

“Congrats on the permanent dissolvement of that bitch’s claws from your life.” She clinked her beer with his. Both of them took long pulls of their drink. Y/N looked him up and down, tsking at his stiff attire. “You aren’t really dressed for movie watching. Why don’t you go change into comfy clothes, I’ll set up the movie.” 

A few minutes later, Dennis walked into the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, “I feel naked.”

“Well I think you look great. Although I’m sure you’d look just as good actually naked.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

His whole face turned bright red. It was just a joke, he told himself. She couldn’t possibly be flirting with him. He sat down on the couch next to her. Popping a chip into his mouth before turning his attention to the television. Oh no, she picked a horror movie. Dennis did not do well with scary movies. He was going to make a fool of himself. 

Rubbing his hands on his pants, his leg muscles painfully tight, Dennis did his best to put on a brave face. It lasted all of 20 minutes. The first jump scare had him releasing a blood curdling scream. Completely flushed, his chips thrown everywhere, any shred of dignity he feigned now gone. He was mortified.

Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, her hand over her heart. “You scared the crap out of me,” she roared before breaking into a fit of laughter. “Didn’t know there’d be 4D effects. Way to give me a heart attack.” 

Wordlessly, Dennis fell to his knees and began cleaning up the mess. Waiting for a scolding that never came. He declined her offer to help him. He was just grateful she found the situation amusing. She was so forgiving of him. Once finished, he sat back with his feet perched on the coffee table. 

“You sure you’re okay, D?” Seeing as how he only nodded in affirmation, Y/N decided he needed some comfort. As the movie continued, she cuddled up to his side, her feet leaning on his. Her white socks with black stripes next to his black socks with white dots. She began rubbing her feet on his, “Guess opposites really do attract.”  

Dennis couldn’t take his eyes off the game of footsie. Feeling brave, he put his arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She tucked her head into the crook of his neck, her arm resting on his chest, sending his heart rate into overdrive. Dennis was a cuddler, but couldn't recall the last time he was with somebody like this without being shoved away. He felt comfortable, content. The movie was forgotten as her hand slipped inside his shirt, her fingers combing his dark chest hair. Gina always made him wax, it hurt, he hated it. 

Looking down at his coffee buddy, he met her gaze with a fond smile. To his surprise, she leaned up and kissed him. He felt his brain short circuit as Y/N’s soft cherry flavored lips glided with his chapped ones. She slowly pulled away, leaving him with closed eyes and puckered lips. 

“Do you think you’re ready to start dating? We can go someplace fancy, really wine and dine it.”

“Definitely.” Oh yes, Dennis was looking forward to this practice date.

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Dennis' stomach growled as he loaded his prizes into the freezer. He’d never won anything before, but scored big at the meat raffle with Y/N. His freezer was stuffed with burgers, steaks, pork chops, ribs, lobster tail, and the fridge stocked with his favorite beer. He made changes around the home as well. Threw out the million stupid throw pillows that Gina insisted they needed. Replaced the furniture he disliked, bought a giant beanbag simply because he’d always wanted one. Rearranged the rooms how he preferred, did anything he desired to make his house his. Anything of his ex-wife's left behind got put into a box and thrown in the basement. 

The raffle was his second fake date with Y/N. Dennis was appreciative of her help and that she gave him a second chance. Their first date started out a disaster. He was so nervous he spilled wine all over her dress before their food arrived. She ran to the ladies room as the waiters cleaned the table. Dennis was inconsolable for those few minutes, certain Y/N would never want to see him again. He was shocked when she sat back down like nothing happened, only the deep red stain as a reminder. He thought he was in the clear, until he ended up choking on his dinner. The heimlich wasn’t needed, but the gagging and panicked noises he made trying to dislodge the food had the unwanted attention of the other patrons on them for a second time. It was decided it was best to skip dessert. 

After embarrassing her twice, Dennis was sure that was the end of the practice dates. Y/N didn't want to go home though. They drove to an arcade where they binged on candy and she whooped him at every game they tried. Hopped up on sugar, they ended the night making out in the car like teenagers. Dennis was having fun for the first time in his adult life. Beyond thankful for her assistance and attention, he cherished every word and every kiss, wishing with all his might that it was real. 

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“Woooo,” the enthusiastic couple practically kicked in the door to her apartment. Hooting and guffawing as they verbally replayed the events of the wrestling match they returned from. Bantering back and forth, “Your guy totally cheated.” “Nuh-uh.” “Mmhm.” “You’re crazy, you’re out of your mind. It was a fair fight.” “Cheater cheater pumpkin eater and I hate to tell ya, you are guilty by association.” 

Cheeks hurting from all the laughter, holding onto each other for balance, Y/N felt the air shift. She began running her hand over his arm and onto his chest. “So D, it’s your first time at your girlfriend's place. What shall we do, hmm?”

Even though Dennis knew she was only pretending when she called herself his girlfriend, he loved hearing her say it. He decided to knock her socks off by grabbing her face and kissing her with a passion that even surprised himself. Y/N responded in kind, opening her mouth, allowing him to explore. She tasted like cherries, ale and heaven. 

Y/N broke the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom. “Ready to wrestle?” She bit her lip seductively and began to strip off her clothes. Dennis was hypnotized watching more and more flesh be revealed to him. He’d fantasized about this so many times, but never imagined it would happen. When she stood before him naked, he gulped, she was gorgeous. He couldn’t get his shirt, socks and pants off fast enough, but then he hesitated, deciding to keep his underwear on. 

She yelped as he lifted her up a little too aggressively. “D, I swear to god if you actually bodyslam me…” 

Dennis froze and gently set her down on her bed. “No! I- I’m sorry. I was trying to be sexy.”

“You're very sexy, Dennis.” She pressed her lips to his and tugged at the waistband of his white briefs, “Join me up here.”

As he climbed on the bed, he asked her to lie down. ”I want to worship you.” When she acquiesced, his heated gaze roamed her body. Fingers danced along her skin, marveling at all the places he wanted to touch, wanted to kiss. Like a siren’s call, her hardened nipples drew him in. Swirling his tongue around her peak, he sucked it into his mouth. Making a wet pop as he released it. Massaging the breast, and checking Y/N’s face to confirm her enjoyment, he continued licking, sucking and fondling her left side.

The heat of Dennis’ mouth made her other breast feel cold and lonely, it wanted attention too. She quietly mentioned to him that the other one was getting jealous. Dennis, embarrassed by his blunder, repeated his actions on the right boob before beginning to kiss down her body. He had to do this right. It had to be good for her. Shit, his hands were too clammy, his body was too sweaty. She was going to push him away, she was going to laugh at him. Dennis began second guessing himself, too afraid of making the wrong move, he rested his head on her stomach. 

After a minute of no movement, Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. “You okay?” Troubled by his silence, she continued trying to sooth him, “Where’s your head at, D?” 

He expected to get scolded. His mind playing through the times with his ex. She would yell at him if he wasn't doing something right, or didn’t get hard fast enough. Telling him he couldn’t make her cum with an instruction manual stapled to his head. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he braved a look at Y/N. “I just… I want to do this right.” 

She smiled so sweetly, “We got all night.”

Encouraged, he picked up where he left off. As he kissed down her leg, he remembered his prior error and copied what he did to the other side. Reaching her core, he closed his eyes, nuzzling her thigh with his cheek before flattening his tongue, giving her entire womanhood a big fat lick. Grinning to himself at her surprised squeak, he turned his head to kiss at her other thigh before licking his lips and burying his face in her cunt.

It was as if he was possessed by someone with far more confidence than he. Dennis became an animal, sucking and licking her folds, eating her from the outside in. His tongue roamed over her, up and down and side to side, making frequent stops to circle her clit. She made the sweetest noises for him, mewling and moaning as she writhed in his hold. She had a firm grip on his hair, gently guiding him where she needed him to be.

Dennis was open to instruction, so he let her move him as she pleased. The taste of her sweet honey working him up so much he rutted against the bed. His hands trailed up her torso to cup her breasts, before one slid back down to play with her soaked entrance. He inserted a finger, realizing she was more than ready, he added another. Pumping his fingers in tantum with his licks, he could feel her tremble.

“Oh fuck, oh god,” Y/N cried out as she climaxed around his skillful digits. 

Drunk off the greatest praise, her orgasm, Dennis looked up from between her legs, a dopey grin plastered on his face. He eagerly asked if he could do it again.

Y/N looked down at him through hooded eyes, “Ya, go for it.”

It wasn’t long until her legs were shaking again, Dennis held her hips down, not stopping until she spasmed and screamed in ecstasy. He was proud of himself. “Holy shit, that worked.” Out of breath, heart pounding, she told him that was incredible, especially whatever he did at the end. Blushing ear to ear, Dennis admitted that he spelled his name with his tongue. Chuckling, he asks her to guess what he spelled next. Diving back down he traced his message.

“Umm, peace out? 

He shook his head, “It was thank you.” 

“I should be the one thanking you.” She wiggled out of his grasp and took a condom out of her nightstand. “But, hey, the night’s not over yet.” She handed the packet to a terrified Dennis. He looked like he was going to pass out, and wouldn't meet her eyes. “Do you not want to?” She’d be lying to say her feelings wouldn’t be hurt if he said no.

Head down, rubbing the back of his neck, Dennis mumbled his secret, “I have a bad penis.” 

“A bad… um, does that mean ED or like performance anxiety?” Y/N had to know if this was something they could work around.

“I'm.. I’m not sure. It just doesn't work like it’s supposed to.” 

“Do you have any problems on your own?'' He shook his head no. Y/N caressed her boyfriend’s nervous face. “Maybe there isn’t a problem.” She waited until he looked at her. “No pressure here, but I'd like to try if you do. If it goes wrong, we can just try again.” 

Why was she so patient with him? He didn’t deserve her friendship. He didn’t deserve her at all. Dennis took his briefs off, kneeling on the bed, bare to her and awaiting judgment.

“Damn Dennis. Wow, that, I mean, it looks like a good dick to me.” She watched him with unbridled desire, wrapping her hand around his length, ducking down to lick the swollen head. “Thick and veiny and standing proud. I don't know if my mouth or my pussy want it more.” 

Her compliments spurred him on. Dennis removed her hand, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling over her, he stroked himself twice before rolling the condom on. He was terrified of disappointing her and it must have shown on his face because she pulled him down for a reassuring kiss, “Don’t overthink it, just be here with me. I want you to fuck me, Dennis.”

He lined himself up and kissed her once more before slowly entering her. Already breathing heavy, he barely had control of himself when he bottomed out. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.” Y/N giggled and told him how good he felt, begging him to move. Closing his eyes in concentration, Dennis pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in with a groan. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” 

Dennis snapped his hips as she rolled hers to meet each thrust. It didn’t take long to find a rhythm that suited them. Sweat dripped down their bodies as they chased their carnal highs. The sounds of skin on skin and their moans filled the room. The tension in her stomach unbearable, Y/N opened her legs wider, angling them up so he could go deeper. His cock hitting all the right spots. It was all it took for her to cum a third time.

Feeling her walls fluttering and gripping him hard as she came, had Dennis at his end. When he told her he was close, she asked him to come on her tits. Hissing as he pulled out, Dennis straddled Y/N’s chest, pulling off the condom just before he released. He made sure every drop landed on her breasts before collapsing next to her.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Y/N giggled, “I got some d from D.” Finding her joke hilarious, she continued laughing.

“Was it good?”

“It was great.” She kissed him, “See, there’s nothing wrong with you.” She pecked his lips again, “Promise.” Holding her chest as she rose to keep his cum from running down her, she walked to the bathroom to clean up. 

Dennis stretched and hummed, allowing himself to be happy at a job well done. He could satisfy a woman after all. When she returned, Dennis was almost redressed. 

“You can stay, if you want to.”

“Stay?” He desperately wanted to, but couldn't believe she wanted him to.

Y/N walked over, carefully taking his glasses off his face and setting them on her nightstand, “Please.”

Dennis removed the clothing he put on and followed her into bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a bed with someone, Gina banished him to the guestroom five years ago. Look at him now, a beautiful woman in his arms that actually wanted him to be there. Him and Y/N shared a few more kisses as they cuddled and talked. Determining his issue was due to stress and his marital problems. He could have confidence going forward. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N as she slept. His best friend, his only friend, his lover. Dennis didn't know it could be like this, he wished so badly that it was real. What a beautiful life they would have together. They'd be happy, she made him happy. He didn't think it was possible to feel good anymore, but here he was practically jumping for joy. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in love with her. He'd go down on her every night, expecting nothing in return, if it meant he could stay with her forever. If only it were possible. Instead he would take these pretend moments and commit them to his memory forever. A shining light in his bleak life.

Morning arrived too fast. Dennis yawned, wrenching his eyes and started to get out of bed. “I can make us breakfast.”

Y/N grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Orrrrr, how about I order some eggs benny and we can spend longer in bed.”

“You’re brilliant.”

---------------

“What does a fish say when it runs into a brick wall?”

 “I don’t know, what?”

Dennis slapped his hand on the table, ���Dam!”  He threw his head back, braying and wheezing.

Y/N snorted at the bad joke, smiling at how his face lit up with the punchline. Their fish frys were huge, so her boyfriend had been making awful puns and one-liners all night. She threw her lemon at him, which he promptly caught and ate without breaking his cocky grin. He was turning into quite the cheeky bastard. 

The shrill of his phone interrupted the merriment. His ex-wife’s name flashing on the screen. Rolling his eyes, Dennis declined the call, only for her to call back. He ignored her again to no avail, his phone continued going off. She clearly wasn't getting the hint. Huffing, he answered. 

All Y/N could hear was non stop shouting, poor Dennis not even getting a word in. He grew paler, biting the inside of his cheek. She was about to take the phone from him and tell that horrible woman off, when he quickly said goodbye and hung up. He made a face she had never seen on him before. 

“Gina wants her stuff from the house. Says she’ll be by tomorrow and demands I have her things in clearly labeled boxes just inside the door. She doesn't want to step foot into my house again.”

She smirked at Dennis, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “I think a better plan would be to show that cheating whore what she's missing.” 

---------------

Dennis couldn’t stop giggling thinking of the plan. He looked over at his coffee buddy, her short pink sundress making her look like a yummy treat. His fingers began twitching; he so badly wanted to unwrap and devour her. He walked up behind her, winding his arms around her middle. Whispering in her ear, “I’m dying to taste your juicy cunt.”

Her knees wobbled at his dirty words, whimpering as she felt herself getting wet. Y/N glanced at the time, it was too early, he wasn’t playing fair. He began nibbling on her ear while groping her chest, making her clench around nothing, she felt so empty. Well… it wasn’t terribly early. No harm in pregaming. She allowed Dennis to reach under her dress and slide her panties down her legs. 

“Wait,” she reached down to grab the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor on the other side of the kitchen island near the box labeled ‘the bitches crap.’

Dennis didn’t have time to ponder why she did that because his pants were currently being undone by nimble fingers. His eyes followed her beautiful face as she fell to her knees in front of him. He gripped the counter behind him as she removed his semi hard cock from his pants, her other hand cupping his balls, giving him a smile too innocent for what her naughty hands were up too. 

Leaning forward, Y/N licked at his testicles, gently rolling each in her mouth. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, satisfied hearing him gasp and his body jerk. Her ravenous gaze never faltered as she watched him watching her with lust blown eyes. Placing a kiss on his tip, Y/N sucked him fully into her mouth. She swallowed him a few times before allowing his dick out to glide along her cheek. Her tongue gave it a kitten lick and another kiss.

“Fuck,” Dennis gave a needy moan, “please, Y/N.”

Gripping his thighs, her mouth reclaimed his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. Her own arousal drenching her as she continued blowing him. Sparing a peak at the clock, she leaned back, causing Dennis to practically sob. 

He wasn’t disappointed for long as she turned around and pulled up her dress. Putting on the condom he had in his pocket, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, bent her over the kitchen island and buried himself to the hilt. The lewd squelch of his cock dragging in and out of her dripping heat drove him into a frenzy. Both began moaning louder as he continued to fuck her. It was almost time.

Gina let herself in, not bothering to knock or ring the bell. Seeing no boxes, she marched into the home yelling, “God damn it, Dennis. I told you to have the boxes ready by the door. Why can’t you do anything right? You are hopeless. You…” She paused at the kitchen entryway, mouth hung open. Blinking a few times in shock. Her ex-husband was screwing some chic from behind, how disgusting. “What the fuck is the meaning of this, Dennis? How dare you, in our fucking kitchen?”

Dennis looked up when his ex started screaming, seeing the offended look on her face, he had to stifle a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, get your shit and get out. My girlfriend and I are busy.” Turning his attention back to the woman under him, he vigorously pounded into her.

Gina couldn’t believe her ears, he had never spoken to her like that. And he certainly never made her make those noises. Avoiding the tossed panties, she grabbed the single box on the floor and hurried out of there, slamming the door behind her. 

The sound of his ex shrieking all the way to her car had the couple in stitches. Dennis couldn’t believe it worked. Y/N was a genius. Pulling out, he turned her body to him, kissing her forehead, nose and lips. “Want to fuck in another room?”

“Ha! Yes, in every room. Give my pussy the tour.”

---------------

A week later, Y/N waited at the coffee kiosk, order in hand. Dennis was late, he had never been late before. To make matters worse, he hasn't responded to her messages for the last two days. She was concerned, but didn’t want to be ‘that’ girlfriend. She didn’t want to smother him if he needed space.

It was almost 8 a.m. when he showed up, giving Y/N a big hug and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late and that I haven’t been responsive. Been really busy. I hope you’re not mad.” He took his coffee and donut from her.

“I forgive you, but I have to tell you, D, I was really worried. I thought you were sick, or maybe hurt, or that I must have done something wrong.” 

Dennis’ eyes twinkled in amusement, “Oh no, everythings great thanks to you.” He gave Y/N another bone crushing hug, careful not to spill their coffees. “It worked.”

Her eyebrows drew together, “What worked.”

“Gina came over Saturday morning, begging for another chance, promising to be better. We made love all weekend. I got to show her all the new moves you taught me. She's moving back in as we speak. I’m getting my life back thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for your help.” His excited eyes met Y/N’s as they turned from confused to cold. She threw her drink in his face, called him an asshole and stormed off. 

Dennis was stunned, wiping the iced coffee from his face, he ran to catch up to her. “Y/N, what's wrong? Why did you do that? Hey!” 

She turned on her heel and sneered at him. “What did you expect, a high five for telling me you fucked your ex-wife and are back together with her.” 

Confusion danced across his face, “I don't understand, the plan worked. Gina was so jealous she came crawling back to me…”

“THE PLAN?!” Y/N shouted. “The plan was to show that bitch how you were living your best life without her. Expertly banging YOUR girlfriend,” she patted her chest, “so she regrets the way she treated you. NOT to get her back. NOT to throw me to the side for someone that was so cruel to you your whole life.” 

Dennis was flabbergasted, “Wait, you were my girlfriend? MY girlfriend? Like my real girlfriend, my real actual girlfriend?” He couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why would someone as amazing as her want to be with him? He never would have given his ex a second thought if he knew he had her.

Y/N shook her head, “Not anymore.”

He couldn’t breathe, “N-n-no, wait…” 

“Goodbye, Dennis. Hope you have a wonderful life with that tramp.”

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Dennis walked into his house, spotting Gina’s blonde hair at the fridge. She was throwing out his meat, and beer. She didn’t eat that stuff and wouldn’t allow him to. He was preparing himself to say something when a dark haired man bumped into him. The guy apologized and continued on his way, bringing boxes up the stairs. “Who was that?”

Gina spoke without bothering to face him, “That’s just Vinny, he’ll be staying with us for a few days. The poor dear got evicted. Don't worry, he knows we're working on our marriage. He won't be a problem, I promise.”

Oh lovely, the man Gina left him for will be living with them. “Okay,” he agreed defeatedly, walking into the living room. Dennis knew she’d be cheating on him again before sundown, in his house this time, and he will pretend he doesn't know. He’ll pretend everything is fine. 

Seems rock bottom had a basement. Dennis was in hell, he was sure of it. He lost the woman he loved, the only person that ever thought he was worth anything. He couldn't break further, there was nothing left. Dennis sighed and collapsed face down on the floor. Lying there in his own misery, daydreaming of what could have been.

The End

A/N: Oh Dennis…

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

Sequel: It Could Have Been Love (coming soon)

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[earlgreydream]

war.

| 1940s!bucky x reader | angst |

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, war, etc... general angst 

Your feet smacked the pavement as you ran. Your muscles felt like they were burning in fire, but you kept going, terrified. Bombs crashed all around you, buildings crumbled, and the ground shook as if it were going to open up and swallow you. You almost wished it would. 

Gunshots popped and bullets whizzed past your ears. You made it to a rocky staircase, and you tried to run down when you tripped. You tumbled down the stone stairs, smacking against the ground, blood rising to the surface of your hands and knees. You swore, and before you could stand up again, the soldiers surrounded you. 

You screamed as your ankles were grabbed, and you were flipped onto your back. 

“Stop! it’s a woman!” A soldier called as your cloak was ripped from your body. You were hyperventilating, panic seizing you as you stared up at the American soldiers. The dagger sheathed in your belt was confiscated, and the men stared down at you. 

“Please!” you begged for mercy, your accent thickening in your desperation. 

“Sergeant Barnes?” The soldiers looked to their leader, the man who had yelled for them to stop attacking you. 

“We are not going to kill her!” He sounded angry.

“What if she’s a spy?”

“I’m not, I swear. My home was bombed, I was running in fear!” You cried, pleading with him for mercy. 

“We cannot leave her in the streets-”

“Of course not.” The Sergeant spoke to his soldier, wearing a uniform different than the others. You winced at a sharp pain in your side, and you looked down to see blood soaking through your dress. You began to feel lightheaded, but you were terrified to black out and be left at the mercy of the likely sex-deprived soldiers that were invading your country.

Your eyes grew heavy and you moaned in pain, gripping the wound on your side from hitting a rock in your fall down the stairs. 

“We need to get her to the medbay, come on!” 

The words echoed in your head as you were lifted by the leader, carried in his arms. You wanted to struggle and try to make a run for it, but you were far too weak and you had nowhere to go. 

“You’re safe, doll, I’m going to protect you.”

Your head dropped as you slipped into unconsciousness, limp in his arms.

Bucky stood over your unconscious body as the best medic treated your wounds. She wrapped your hands and stitched the gash on your side, and Bucky winced as he watched. 

“Will she be alright?” he asked the medic anxiously.

“Yes, she’ll be fine. I think she’s asleep from the shock.” The medic nodded, and he breathed a sigh of relief. 

She wrapped the wound on your side and left Bucky with some morphine to give you when you needed it, instructing him to monitor you. 

“Do you think she’s a spy, or a soldier?”

“No, there’s nothing that would suggest that. I think she really was just a victim-- collateral damage.” 

Bucky was alone with you, then. He sat beside his bed that you were currently sleeping on, in his private chambers, away from the men who wouldn’t be able to keep their hands to themselves with a pretty young girl unconscious. 

Your eyes opened slowly, and you looked around, disoriented. You tried to sit up, but weakly sank back against the pillows. You noticed him sitting beside you, and you looked down. You were now wearing loose pants, and an oversized t shirt-- an army green, from a soldier. 

“Did you-?!” You cried in horror. 

“No, no. The medic cleaned your wounds and changed you. She said you’re going to be fine!” Bucky assured you quickly, and you relaxed a bit. 

“Are you going to kill me? Or keep me as a prisoner of war?” You asked, turning your head to look at him. 

“No. You’re not a captive, or a war criminal.” He shook his head. He handed you a glass of water, and a piece of buttered bread and some blackberries. You accepted them with a quiet thanks, and he sat back, giving you space.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

A small smile pulled at his lips, and you gazed down at your lap.

“I’m James Buchanan Barnes.” 

You spent two weeks recovering in his quarters, while he slept on a cot, guarding you and making sure you slept and had plenty to eat and drink. He’d opened up to you in that time, telling you about growing up in Brooklyn, New York. He had been drafted into the war, not really wanting to go overseas and kill people, and hurt innocents in the process-- innocents like you. Bucky was consumed with guilt, and was growing fond of you. 

He wished that he could just leave, go back to America and take you with him.  He had learned that you weren’t any kind of enemy like others suspected. You were orphaned by the war, by your own people. Almost everyone you knew and loved had been lost in the bloodbath, and now you were alone, struggling for survival in what felt like an apocalypse. 

Bucky convinced you to get some fresh air, and go outside. You’d stayed hidden under his protection, feeling safer with him than you had in years, since the war started. 

“James...” 

“It will be fine.” 

You took a walk with him, holding his hand as you walked through the soft grass. You giggled as he picked a daisy, handing it to you with a smile. 

“Are you trying to impress me?” You asked, blushing as you looked into sweet grey eyes.

“Is it working?” He grinned boyishly at you, and you saw a glimpse of the real James, not the soldier. He leaned down and kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. 

“I love you, Y/N” He smiled at the bright spot in the misery, the girl he began to wake up for. His gaze was filled with adoration as he looked at you, a rescue from the streets of a war-torn village.

“You’re not bringing that nazi bitch with us!” A soldier shouted, and Bucky was at his throat immediately. 

“Don’t ever speak about her that way!” Bucky yelled, pinning him to the wall by the throat, a gun pressed against his chest. 

“Stop!” You cried, trying to pull Bucky off, not wanting him to murder the soldier in front of you, and all his troops. 

“Sergeant Barnes, you cannot seriously think of bringing Y/N to the Danish border with us.” Steve, Bucky’s loyal friend asked, giving you a pathetic look.

“Shut up, of course she’s coming with us!” Bucky wrapped an arm around you, trying to calm your shaking.

“Sergeant, she’s a nazi.”

“She’s NOT!” Bucky fired off a shot, and you winced against him. The bullet sank into the wall, but you were sobbing with fear, memories of being shot at flooding your mind and taking over your ability to think. 

“Ever since she came, you’re not the leader you were. You’re not thinking clearly!” Steve argued with him as if you weren’t there. 

You already knew what everybody thought of you. There was no hiding it. To the Americans, you were just a nazi whore that Bucky kept around for sex, and nothing more. They didn’t know the way he kissed you, the way your eyes sparkled with joy at even the slightest bit of attention from him. When you had nightmares, Bucky read to you from one of his books, or sang a song softly from Ella Fitzgerald. 

There was no one else. Every day, every night, all Bucky could think about was you. Leaving the war, taking you back to America, and building a life with you. He thought of a brownstone in Brooklyn, buying you dresses and making a family with you. He wanted to spin you around and dance with you to records in your living room, and take you on dates to a drive-in-movie. He wanted you to be the last thing he saw at night and the first thing in the morning. He was in love with you. And you were in love with him.

But you couldn’t escape the slurs and hate of his colleagues, and dearest friends. You knew it would be nothing like what you would receive in Brooklyn, your accent and broken English giving you away. It would make Bucky an outcast too-- a former soldier who left the war for an enemy girl. He would be a disgrace. 

You knew you could receive asylum in Denmark, a country not plagued by the war like elsewhere. You’d be a refugee, but you could join their society safely, and build a real life there. You traveled with the soldiers, transported there safely. 

You laid in bed with Bucky, kissing him sweetly. He ran his fingers through your hair, your head on his chest. He talked about New York pizza, and you smiled, tracing shapes on his skin with your fingertips. His voice sounded so happy when he talked about a future with you, you felt like your heart was going to shatter. 

“I love you, James.” 

“I love you more than the stars, Y/N.”

You pretended to sleep, but fear and nausea kept you up all night. You didn’t stir as Bucky got up for an early meeting with an officer at the American Embassy in Denmark. 

As soon as he was gone, you were on your feet. You got dressed silently, slipping money and a knife into your clothes and pulling a coat on over it. Tears blinded you and made it more difficult, as well as struggling to be quiet in the dark so you didn’t catch the attention of Bucky’s soldiers. 

The sun had barely peaked above the horizon, the sky still mostly dark, and the world asleep. You broke into a run, escaping out the window in the back. You ran from the base, getting as far away as you could. Your heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, pain shooting through your chest. 

Nightfall, you made it to a home for female refugees, women left alone by the war. You were dirty and exhausted, and barely able to breathe. You had sobbed the entire day as you traveled, making it nearly to Århus. 

“Welcome. You’re safe now.” A danish woman said, embracing you as you were taken inside the safehouse. You broke down in her arms, screams of heartache ripping through your chest.

“Y/N! I’m home, doll!” Bucky called, opening the door. His brow furrowed in confusion upon finding an empty room. He went to the bathroom, checking to see if you were in the shower. He couldn’t find you, and he walked through the halls. 

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” He asked every soldier desperately, all of them shaking their heads. 

He went back to his room, finding a note written inside of the book cover on his bedside, left open. 

I love you. more than the stars. I hope you understand.

He screamed your name, dropping down to his knees, his head falling into his hands as he rocked back and forth. Steve ran in, dropping down and wrapping his arms around Bucky as he fell apart. Sobs wracked his body, his dreams falling apart, his lover slipping through his fingers. He had just gotten news that he could be honorably discharged in three months, to start a family with you. He came home to tell you that you just had to stick it out a little longer. The flowers he brought were discarded and littered amongst the floorboards. 

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[cryptidmads]

good evening nsr community, i went through the ama from today and came back with an armful or two of lore. there’s a bunch more than last time, and i included bbj as well as the npcs. cozy up, check under the cut, and prepare for a long read. enjoy!

today's ama featured wan hazmer and daim dziauddin again, as well as concept artist ellie and animator ben fong.

BUNK BED JUNCTION (FT. DK WEST)

- mayday and zuke live in the sewers because they're an underground band. it's a pun - there were originally two variations of bbj leaving the sewers - one with mayday hi-fiving gigi (which had a 95% chance of happening), and one with zuke awkwardly fumbling and attempting to hi-five gigi (which had a 5% chance) - one of the inspirations for mayday and zuke were the two main characters of samurai champloo (zuke was jin, mayday was mugen) - someone asked about if the rest of the cast had their own shadow puppets. ben suggested a lemur for mayday, while ellie suggested a zucchini for zuke. she may have been joking. - mayday's guitar solos were done by different people, but zuke's drum solos were all done by bruno valverde. - zuke was the one who implemented the canister thing into mayday's guitar. - someone asked who of the cast are the introverts and who are the extroverts. mayday is an extrovert, zuke is an introvert. - the team does have a bit of lore for mayday and zuke and how they met, but they want to save it in case of a future project. - mayday was inspired by both genevieve from company of thieves and the unbreakable kimmy schmidt. - ben did the animation for mayday swinging the hammer in the workshop. - haz recalls seeing some fanart of mayday being brought up as a rich girl. he doesn't remember the artist, but he does like the idea. - the japanese version has zuke say he has a phd rather than a master's degree. this is apparently a mistake. - the pattern on zuke's pants was inspired by jolyne cujoh and prosciutto from jojo's bizarre adventure. - zuke's toilet seat collection came partially from a story from one of the environmental artists where one of their high school friends pranked another friend with a toilet seat. - zuke does a lot of reading and is naturally inquisitive about things like tech and mechanics. - dk west's shadow puppet abilities might run in the family, and zuke may have it as well. - both zuke and dk west are connected by percussion (zuke with the drums, west with the hand claps) - zuke and west weren't always designed to be related -- west was originally designed as "some guy who comes and goes," but was made into zuke's brother later on in production - dk west is an extrovert.

DJ SUBATOMIC SUPERNOVA

- djss' dj name is obviously a stage name, but the team didn't have a real name for him in the script or anything. - haz joked that his name is bob salad. that's not canon but from what i seen the chat loved it lol - haz brings up the symbolism of djss spinning the planets around himself and how it represents that he thinks of himself as the center of the universe. - ellie helped design the districts, and something she noted about dj's is that it's supposed to look the "slummiest" because he cares more about himself and less about things like blackouts. - dj had some lines cut from his boss fight. those lines? mini lectures towards bbj during every phase. they were cut because the team felt like they were too much for the game, but they want to share them one day. - daim says that dj could be either introverted or extroverted becuase of how much time he spends alone looking at the stars. - dj was never planned to have an approach segment, but funk fiction wasn't told that, so he made him an approach theme anyway. - dodo ice pops are traffic light flavoured, which is a popular ice cream in malaysia. it's strawberry, pineapple, and lime flavored.

SAYU AND THE NERD SQUAD

- three of sayu's creators were based on staff members at metronomik. remi (voiced by ben) was based on one of the programmers and one of the environmental artists (ellie calls him "the lovechild of two dudes"), tila was based on (and voiced by) ellie herself, and dodo was based on danish mak (another environmental artist who also voices him). - sofa wasn't based on anyone in particular, he was more of a "general otaku guy" according to ellie (though haz joked that ellie could just say he was based on him). - dodo is daim's favorite npc -- he also designed him! - sayu was ellie's favorite character to design. she loves drawing mermaids. - the progression in sayu's fight where you go deeper into the "ocean" is supposed to be a metaphor for going deeper into the internet/the deep web. - ellie suggested that if sayu were to have a shadow puppet, it would be a cat. - as for the introvert/extrovert debate, daim says sayu is technically comprised of 4 introverts. sayu herself is the extrovert mask they wear. - sayu's ahoge is a submarine periscope. remi looks through it in one of the cutscenes. - sayu's not a mech. she's remotely controlled by her creators from their computer room. - the backstory between remi and tila is meant to show that artists can come from all sorts of backgrounds.

YINU AND MAMA

- yinu's promotional video was one of the first ones done before they brought in lzbros, so it originally looked different from how it looks in the game now. - yinu's mother's eyes are yellow because she spends most of the fight focusing on yinu (who is mainly yellow). when her eyes go blank white, it represents that she's momentarily forgotten what she loves the most. when her eyes become yellow again after the fight, it means she's remembered yinu and her piano playing. - the way ellie describes natura is that yinu is a plant and her mother is very protective of her, and one of the distinctive features is that there are a lot of domes with plants inside, particularly on the roofs of the houses. - yinu's commercial was not intended to reference little miss fortune. the commercial was shown in 2018, while LMF came out a year later. - yinu's mom turning into a giant tree monster isn't exclusive to her just being angry at bbj. apparently the whole plant thing runs in the yinu family.

1010

- 1010's concept as a boy band had been around since before the team started production, but they were the last to be fully designed -- their designs weren't finalized until way later on. - 1010 were ellie’s least favorite characters to design. she doesn't like drawing guys OR robots. - 1010's early designs had them wearing tuxedos. - 1010 do have memories. - the inspiration for the butt plates came from one of ben's gundam figures from his collection in the metronomik office. thanks ben. - ellie's favorite member of 1010 is purl-hew/blue. - eloni/green is apparently the rapper of the group. - the jingle you hear from the carousel in metro division is a carnival remix of 1010's boss theme. - the numbers underneath 1010's names on the autographs are completely random.

NEON J

- neon j is a dancer. daim explains that in addition to being in the navy, dance has always been his true passion. - in the final phase of 1010's fight, he was originally supposed to control the dance moves of the factory as he was fighting you, but it was cut due to limited resources. - daim designed neon j based on ellie's designs for 1010. - neon j's factory's dance moves were all animated by ben -- no mocap needed. the factory was also his favorite thing to animate. - daim says that "neon j is to tatiana as soundwave is to megatron." basically he is extremely loyal to tatiana. - neon j was one of earliest members of nsr. - neon j seeing 1010 as his sons wasn't planned, but daim loves the concept so much that he could see it being canon. - daim says neon j's brain is "probably" still inside the monitor head. somehow. - neon j is an extrovert. - haz likes the idea of neon j being blind and using his sonar to "see" things. ben joked that the screen worked like giant glasses. - neon j originally had red dots that would pop up on his face when the sonar moved by that were meant to represent acne, and that would've been the reason why he's mostly behind the scenes.

EVE

- in mayday's side of the room when eve splits up bbj, the hands all over the walls are meant to be there to show how eve is angrier at mayday than she is at zuke. - the time signature for the music in mayday's room during the fight is 6/8, whereas in zuke's room it's 4/4. - ellie suggested a platypus shadow puppet for eve. the rest of the team seems to be on board. - eve was ben's least favorite character to animate. he said he struggled with animating her dance moves because it was something he'd never done before, and he still doesn't think he did a good enough job. - eve was born with her split skin tone. - apparently eve's near scrapping had something to do with costs. haz was the one who stopped it from happening. - eve's outfit was partly inspired by beyonce, while her jacket was partly inspired by ariana grande. the team took some inspiration from bjork, as well. - the sleeves on eve's jacket were apparently limbs at one point. - eve is an introvert.

NPCS/OTHER CHARACTERS

- part of tatiana's symbolism is how she used to be a rock star, but her flame/passion slowly burned away, and now she's just a rock, referencing how she was literally on fire as the rock star kul fyra, but now looks burnt out. - daim thinks kliff is older than tatiana, probably over 50. - in addition to the neon j dance lore mentioned above, kayane rambling about neon j after the 1010 fight was supposed to be connected to her watching neon j dance. - ben and haz's favorite npc is mia, and ellie's is dj zam. - dj zam was inspired by one of ellie's college friends, who she says "makes you feel comfortable to be around". - ellie thinks dj zam's neck tattoo says "i love mom". - amal the unicorn was inspired by lady amalthea from the 80's animated film "the last unicorn". he was originally written to be a real talking unicorn, but it was changed partially because his horn wasn't in the right spot on his head. - zed was based on game designer dzaid and has hyperacusis, a hearing disorder that makes it difficult to deal with everyday sounds. - yiruk's name is an anagram of kiryu, the protagonist of the yakuza games. - chef sunshine's design is a homage to julia child. she originally had a bigger physique, but was changed to match lylia's bubbly performance.

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