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razzzzberrysorbet · 2 months

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So uhhhh this is my first post lemme know if you liked it or want more!

My Modern! Atwow Headcanons!!!!!

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri,,Tsireya, Ao’nung +y/n ofc 💜

(I edited this btw so if you alr read this and it’s different that’s why 😉😉)

Neteyam:

Darker skin then lo’ak

He had dreads about shoulder length

Probably has his hair tied up alot

Baggy cargo pants + hoodie/baggy tee are his go to!!!!!

Can def see him thrifting

Not really a teachers pet but is very respectful and does his work! Is a fav amongst teachers

Is probably in a bunch of advanced classes

Can see him doing track in the spring and football in the fall

Puts his jersey in your locker so you can wear it when you go to his games!!!!!!

Can he him being pretty toned and lean rather than buff

Tall😉😉😉😉

Is such a sweetheart to everyone!!!!! He loves helping people, very nice person (mom taught him well)

Can see him working at a sneaker store + lifeguarding in the summer with Lo’ak

Skincare queen 🩷🩷🩷

He loves when you come over so you guys can do face masks and watches movies (bro needs to confess already)

Is popular at school but I feel like he would be oblivious to the fact almost the whole school knows him😭

If his class is close he will wait outside of the room so he can walk you to class!!!!(so nice)

Out of all his friends he probably talks to you the most

Is so smiley around you!!!

Is so oblivious to other people’s crushes on him it’s kind of annoying

Smells soooo😫😫😫😫😫😫

Lo’ak

Is a class clown for sure 😬😬😬😬

But he’s actually really funny!!

Is best friends with like all of his teachers

Def listens to rap or soul/funk

Sneakerheaddddd

WEARS NIKE TECH U CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!!!!!!!

Light skin

Keeps his dreads short

Can see him having sum blondes pieces tooooo

He is totally a “where my hug at” and “hey mamas” type😪

Screams “AYO WHERE MY HUG AT” from across the hall way sometimes Tsireya will run away from him😭😭

Basketball + Track 😛

Probably only keeps his grades up so he can keep playing sports….

Has many friends very popular!!!!!!

His snap score is like a million 🥲

Gaslights the teachers into thinking he doesn’t have his AirPods in

Is loud…..

Is a trash talker during 🏀 fosho and is extra with celebrating

Honestly has THE WORST diet but somehow is really fit?

Checks himself out and flex’s 24/7 💪 💪

Is actually pretty famous on tiktok????

Charlie Damelio who????😍😍😍

Kiri

Earth tones on her>>>>>>

Pretend to not to know lo’ak😭

Sleeps in all her classes yet is passing???

Room filled with crystals/incense

Has like 2 or 3 close friends

Wears waist beads !!!!

Wolf cutttt

Probably dyes her hair lot

Sassy queen

RBF for sure

Is such an artsy person can see her painting and sculpting

Has her 1,000 year old beat up converses 💀

Keeps trying to get you and neteyam together!!!!!

Not super popular or into popularity tbh

Her desks are always covered in random drawings

“🙄”go to face 😭😭😭😭

Tsireya

Is actually the sweetest girl ever!!!!

Such a girls girl

Def has a big sweet tooth and alot of candy

Gifting is her love language

Does very well in her classes!!!!! Can see her doing extra curriculars too!!!!!

I see her doing volleyball and dance w/you

You and her are besties for life!!!!!

You guys have been dancing together forever!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Does lo’aks makeup/ he pretends to not like it but is secretly loving it

She deff loves pastels and pink!

Omg her makeup and outfits are so cute!!!!

Loves matching with Lo’ak and you ofc

People pleaser to the max just wants people to like her🩷

Has 3 or 4 close friends but she’s honestly friends with everyone!!

You guys talk one time now she’s saying hi to you everyday 😭🥹🩷

Very girlie and feminine

Her room came straight from Pinterest

Polynesian baddieeeeee

Never ever excludes anyone makes people feel so loved

Cheers for lo’ak at his basketball games

Tries to convince you neteyam is crushing on you

Sleepovers with her 😚😚😚😚

Ao’nung

Um RBF much????

Since you and Tsireya are childhood besties that means you and Ao’nung have known each other for so long!!!

Whenever you are over in tsireyas room he will come in and flex in her mirror 😒

Basketball for sureeeee

Parents forced him into learning piano and hes actually so good???

Might not seem like it but such a caring brother

Oh no?? Tsireya forgot her lunch

Don’t worry! Ao’nung already brought it!

She needs money? He’s handing her his wallet while rolling his eyes “🙄🫴💳 “

He’s honestly so protective over you

Barely tries in class but is super smart

Probably wears muscle tanks to school-

Plays basketball with Lo’ak in thier driveway

Ok but his biceps….

Quiet but known 🩷

Is friends with neteyam but mostly for your sake

Sarcastic king

Lifeguarding + teaching swim lessons

Deffffff wears puka shell necklaces

He’s pretty tall and teases you for being short

Natural smirk 😫😫

Triangle method ummmm???????😧😧😧

Always offered to get you something whenever he goes out

“Hey im going to the gas station, want anything??”

Has all of ur baby pics😭😭😭😭

Plssss ur so embarrassed whenever he shows Neteyam

(Sorry if that was long lolll)

Y/n(you)

U and tsireya do/did dance together 🩷

Omgggg there are so many videos of you guys dancing

Straight A student cuz ur a baddie

Oblivious to neteyams fat crush on you?????

Jewelry Jewelry Jewelry

Ao’nung and Neteyam probably have ur bracelet on their wrists

Ur house is THE ultimate hang out spot

You and lo’ak do so many tiktok dances together 😭😭

You always cling onto neteyams arm when you guys walk together don’t let ao’nong see🫣

Unlimited amounts of clothes…….

Y/n ur literally so popular and you don’t know it!!!!

Helppppp you have guys falling to ur knees 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Lip syncing queen?????

Everyone loves you you’re so sweet and genuine🩷🩷

Ur photo album is full of pictures of all your friends

Wearing neteyams jersey to his games (y/n how have you not figured it out yet????)

I see you working with tsireya and Kiri at the mall

Dancing your whole life your so good!!!!!

AirPods in 24/7

Girl you got so many boys wrapped around your pinky how to you do it??????

Weekly hangouts with neteyammm

Omggg k ur baby pics are all over tsireya and ao’nungs house like?????

You and the girls filming Grwms😭😭

U love kids and babies (tuk)

Um imma need that workout/makeup/skincare routine pls 😁😁🤲🤲🤲🤲

(You can totally change dance to whatever sport/hobby you want I just put dance cuz I love it!)

#neteyam #lo’ak sully #ao’nung #kiri sully #tsireya #neteyam x reader #lo’ak x tsireya #ao’nung x reader #modern au #atwow #fanfic #avatar the way of water

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ashetherando · 9 months

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Disney Adult| FizzOzzie Poly x reader (and separate)

my sorry ass have been looking at Disney World stuff and as a Disney Adult I’m surprised I haven’t made this before! pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Key words:

(y/n)-Your Name

(l/n)-Last Name

(POLY FIZZOZZIE )

They don’t really care of what you’re into, as long you don’t be stupid or harassing imps/demons they don’t care. They will in fact have a whiplash of Disney merchandise you own at your home with the Minnie/Mickey ears and clothes, PJs, and cups! They will be shitty boyfriends if they shit all over your interest while you don’t. If you’re going to Disney World/Land, you’re their guide! Teach them about Genie Plus, teach them about the Disney World app, cuz they’re helpless without your Disney eyes! Also, let them pick their magic bands there so much designs and their brains cannot handle it! Also, quick thing, give fizz a kid leash. You’ll be walking around in Animal Kingdom with Ozzie planning what he wants to eat, then POOF Fizz somehow learned to park hop and is now at Magic Kingdom at Peter Pans Flight!

💙OZZIE/ASMODEUS💙

Ozzie believes that Disney can be dark, for example Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Black Caldron, and basically he’s more into the Disney Renaissance than the present day movies at the Disney franchise. He will not be surprised when he comes over to your home and you hand him over Disney PJs, he doesn’t care about how much Disney merchandise your house can handle, as long you’re not blowing off all your money for a Disney figure ‘cuz you still need to pay bills and rent! But! When you ask what he wants at Disney World, he asked “coffee” as a joke, but when you came back from your trip and before you clock in “here ya go, Asmodeus!” You said as you held up the bag with the word Joffrey’s printed on it “I wasn’t so sure what you wanted so I kinda just guessed!” He tilted his head to the side as you place the bag on his desk, he opened the bag and see two bags of coffee grounds one is a flavorful coffee ground and the other is just plan coffee grounds “I wasn’t expecting you to get me this” he grabbed a bag and analyzing it “do you not want it?” “No! I want it, I really do need some coffee grounds, I just never thought that Disney have these type of things” “well, it’s a huge company! Of course they’re gonna have coffee!” “That’s fair” he placed the bag down and bring up the flavor on, it’s was obviously bought at the Polynesian resort exclusive. “Thank you, (y/n)”

When you finally convinced him to go with you while being part of the Disney Vacation Club, you have to treat him by bringing him to Food and Wine festival. He’s quite interested by the new wine they give out every year than the food. Keep an eye on him, we don’t know his drink tolerance is, he might get drunk at Epcot!

💚FIZZAROLLI💙

Fizzarolli is a guy to be like “haha! Imagine liking a company for babies” just deal with it, he’s gonna be a prick about your hyper fixations, but he’s doing it for jokes and will let you know about that. He only watches whatever is on TV, if you and him are chilling in your home. Just stream something on Disney Plus, then he’ll watch it with you. Here’s my advice: Have a Disney Marathon and he’ll won’t even notice! I’m kidding he will once it’s 1am and you’re watching Tangled, then he’ll be like “Old Disney is better” then he’ll leave the room. If you’re watching more present Disney movie, he’ll yell it from the hallway “Old Disney is better!” He may be your boyfriend, but he’s such a bad influence on you, when Ozzie is good with money and help you with your impulsive spendings, Fizz encourages you to buy that. You will send him a picture of a new Disney pin collection through text “oh look how cute they are!” “Get it” “fizz, I have rent that is due” “idc, get the pins” “you don’t even know the characters!” “I know the blue fur ball!” “Don’t call stitch a fur ball” “why did you send me this anyways!?” “….the pins will be here on Tuesday next week” “knew it” Disney World will be an episode and a half, homie will be in a different park quicker before you say Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious so please give him a kid leash before he does it again, but convincing him took so long! You have to show him some videos, nothing too intimidating since he’s a Disney Virgin, just simplify your vacation visit, but not for clothing wear, the Greed Ring is hot, and you two will be sweating allot, which means chafing! Biker shorts are your whore! Treat him with any festival and he’ll be happy! If it’s the Food and Wine, he’ll will eat any food or drink any wine, but let’s be happy that you brought him!

#x reader insert #disney world #asmodeus x reader helluva boss #helluva boss #fizzarolli x reader #helluva boss x reader #fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie

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reveriedraffs · 5 months

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ִ ࣪𖤐Ideas for waiting room part 4ִ ࣪𖤐

This is going to be the last part so i hope you all like it. After this i am going to post about something else.

So here is the last list:

1. Polynesian Tiki Lounge:

the room as a Polynesian tiki lounge with bamboo furniture, tiki torches, and tropical island vibes, providing a laid-back and exotic experience.

2. Nordic Ice Palace:

Recreate the majesty of a Nordic ice palace with crystal-like sculptures, ice-inspired decor, and the illusion of a frozen realm.

3. Enchanted Fairy Forest:

Recreate an enchanted fairy forest with whimsical foliage, glowing mushrooms, and hidden fairy doors, invoking a magical woodland setting.

4. Moroccan Riad:

It's one of the most pretty places. You can make this kind of waiting room.

5. Egyptian Bazaar:

My most favourite place Egyptian Bazaar. I have always wondered what it looks going to ancient and old time bazaar in Egypt and since you have actual opportunity to make a waiting room there so why not?

6. Bohemian Caravan:

Many people might not know this but this place is actually really colourful with different kind of fabric and it can give you new experience.

7. Wild West Saloon:

If you love cowboy and some Mystery movies then you you might love this place being the those vintage but retro cowboy type of place

Here the list is over so if you want more or if you have any requests please comment it or message me.

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PART 2𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

PART 3𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔.

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ཐིཋྀ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ The book for detailed about shifting realities 𐦍༘⋆

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ellie-24 · 8 months

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Just A Fan

A/N: I recently saw all the 1977 Hawaii pictures again and oh they make me so soft every time. His health failed him, his personal life frustrated him, but he looked so happy and relaxed on this (last) vacation and really enjoyed himself.

Sooo I had to write a little something for dear Big Daddy Elvis. It's literally just horribly self-indulgent fluff. Enjoy!

This is also a veeeeery late response to the writing prompt: "Isn't that mine?"

Word count: 3.3 k

March 11th 1977, Polynesian Cultural Center, Hawaii

Cara noticed him right away. Of course, she's been looking for him. Word got around at campus that he would be here tonight and to say she was exited would be an understatement. Unfortunately she of course wasn't the only one who heard about it. She already dreaded the masses that would form around him, waiting to get a glimpse.

Others might say they wouldn't have recognised him right away when he entered the open-air pavilion. In fact, at first it seemed like nobody noticed him at all.

His jet black hair and sideburns more grown out and partly hidden beneath a white, frizzy bucket hat. The sparkly, heavy jumpsuits he usually wore replaced by a comfortable looking light track suit, emphasising the sight swell of his belly. Beautiful blue eyes hidden behind tinted glass. She hoped he'd take them off, even if just for a second so that she could see them. It's not like never seen his eyes, she'd stared at them longingly for hours and hours, never growing tired of them.

Whether she was staring at his face on one of the numerous records she owned, pausing his movies to fully take in a particularly cheeky expression that she loved so much or just sitting in front on the many, many posters on the walls of her dorm room, pretending he was looking right back at her.

He looked different. Different than he looked on stage, different than he looked on those posters, different than he looked 10 years ago. She was very well aware of that. The whole public was aware of it. Not only aware of it, but bothered by it, apparently.

The amount of mean spirited headlines she's read, plastered at the front of cheap tabloids at the gas station, at the supermarket, seemingly everywhere she went. Everywhere for the entire world to see. Surrounding, following, haunting her.

Cara never understood it. Her love for him never faltered, after obsessing over him throughout her whole childhood her fate was finally sealed when she saw him live for the first time in 1972. She was just 15 years old and she vividly remembered begging her parents for weeks, months to take her to the concert. Two more followed in 1974 and 1975 and each time she just fell in love with him more and more. Since moving to Hawaii for university she hasn't had the opportunity to see him again. But now he was here, closer than he'd ever been before and she felt like a giddy teenager again.

Cara pondered for a while, tugging at the hemline of her short sun dress, her eyes laser focused on him the entire time. The native dances presented on stage weren't the main attraction, at least not for her. There were of course whispers in the audience with most people risking a short glance towards the King of Rock'n'Roll sitting among them, but nobody really dared to approach him and instead appreciated the actual show. It was refreshing to see him as part of an audience enjoying other people's perfomances.

In a motion she didn't quite register herself she got up and started walking. She wouldn't talk to him. No, she really didn't want to bother him when he was on vacation, with his guard down. He seemed so content not having to perform at the moment and she didn't want him to feel like he had to just for her. It's just that she wanted to see him up-close. And if she had to pretend to go to the bathroom to walk past him, coming as close as possible even if it was only for a passing glance, she'd do that.

"Hey, isn't that mine?" She heard him say when he was within earshot. He looked at the brown-haired man sitting next to him, who she quickly recognised as Charlie Hodge. Elvis snatched a glass of what looked like orange juice from his hand and laughed as he brought it to his lips, leisurely sipping on it.

Cara halted against her will, freezing at the spot. Seeing him like this, so relaxed and carefree was a wonderful sight and she couldn't tear her eyes away from him.

He suddenly rose from his seat and she urged her body to move and not just stand there and stare at him like a complete lunatic. He had his head turned back towards his group as he walked nearly bumped into her, only catching himself last second.

"Oh sorry, honey, I didn't see ya there." He gave her a quick once over and promptly beamed at her, making a pleasant shiver run down her spine. "Ain't ya just a sweet little thing?"

Cara's eyes widened as she realised he just talked to her. He just talked to her. She wanted to say a million things but the words got stuck in her throat. This was it. Her chance to talk to Elvis Presley and she was about to mess it up.

It seemed like hours passed where she just stared up at him, not able to utter a damn word. Head spinning, she felt her knees going weak.

"Hey honey, ya alright?" His voice was now latched with concern and she continued staring up at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Her mind raced, trying to think of something to say, preferably something smart. At least she managed to open her mouth now, but only a little squeal came out. It would've been better if she'd just kept her mouth shut entirely. The spinning got worse and her ears started ringing as the moment dragged on and on. His beautiful, more than familiar voice became a dull background noise and she couldn't make out what he said.

"Aww, you're a little nervous? Don't got no reason to, sweetheart, promise. I won't bite, okay?" He drawled with his signature charming half smile.

Cara has dreamed of embracing him her entire life. How many times she's pictured it, holding him, letting him hold her. Being so close to him, pressing her body against his, feeling his warmth. She's thought of this scenario at least a thousand times. Her arms around his neck as he kneeled over the edge of the stage, leaning down to give her a kiss.

Never in a million dreams it would've occured to her that the first time she'd hug Elvis Presley would be because her legs went limp and she had to physically hold onto him to prevent herself from falling as her vision blurred.

He momentarily grunted as she leaned against him for support. "Hey, hey, honey, careful. I gotchu, you're alright." His arms wrapped around her middle, holding her steady before moving her towards a cushioned seat. He sat down with her splayed sideways across his lap, her back resting against the armrest.

Once he had her settled on his sturdy thighs he extented one arm and gestured around as if shooing away somebody. "It's okay, Charlie, I got her." He rasped, sounding a bit winded.

His scent surrounded her as she was pressed against his soft, yet strong body. An immediate feeling of comfort and safety rushed through her and she subconsiously tried to get even closer to him.

His whole body vibrated when he cleared his throat and she gasped when he shifted again, adjusting his grip on her. Now her head rested against his shoulder, if she moved just a little bit lower she could probably feel his heart beating rapidly.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice was calm next to her ear.

"Cara." She whispered, black spots still dancing before her eyes.

He nodded, his whole attention on her. "Cara, that's nice. I'm Elvis."

She blinked up at him. Had he really introduced himself right now? "Yes, I know that." She breathed, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and wonder and her eyes shining.

He chuckled softly and carefully brushed some strands of hair from her sweaty forehead. "Now, Cara, I want ya to take some deep breaths, okay?"

She did as she was told as best as she could and slowly her head felt a little less fuzzy. He's pulled down the zipper of his track suit somewhat, exposing his wide chest, golden chains resting over the thick, dark hair.

This had to be a dream.

"Honey, what are ya doin'?" He asked when he saw her fingers digging into her waist, his voice a bit alarmed. He removed his shades to give her a stern look.

Cara swallowed hard when she looked into his eyes and her voice trembled when she spoke up. "Pinching myself."

It took him a moment to register but then started laughing heartily, his belly shaking against her. "You're a cute little thing."

She's essentially passed out in Elvis Presley's arms. She wanted to die. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his whole entourage staring at her, assessing the situation. They must think she's completely crazy. "Oh god, this is so embarrassing."

"Nah, no reason to be embarrassed, little one." He murmured and threw a look over his shoulder, waving the curious onlookers off, telling them with a glare to mind their own business.

"I'm sorry." She attempted to get up, despite her ears still feeling like someone stuffed cotton in there, but he quickly tightened his hold on her before cupping her chin.

"Don't apologise, little. Ya just gonna stay here for just a minute."

She'd stay for the rest of her life if he'd let her. In theory. But she really didn't want to make this even more awkward and weakly shook her head. "Uh-"

"Those little legs and feet are still a bit weak." He interrupted her with his strong hand moving towards her thighs, rubbing and squeezing her softly, silencing her in an instant.

For a moment she just stared up at him, lost in the gentle and caring look in his eyes. She had to, she just had to do it, she thought as she reached up and gently cupped his cheek. The feeling of his soft skin against hers made her jump, still not quite believing that this was really happening.

His fingers moved to brush over her ankle, toying with the clasp of her platform sandals. "Gotta take these off, don't want you to fall the second I set you down again."

Cara just nodded and continued to stare up at him, her eyes moving rapidly as she tried to take in every little detail. The way his plush lips hung open the tiniest bit. The way his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he worked on her shoes.

When he tilted his head slightly and offered her a view of his neck she could see black strands of hair sticking out from beneath the hat. Just as she wanted to start playing with them he turned his head back and looked down, catching her studying him. From that angle she could see his small double chin.

"Not even close." She whispered to herself, barely audible.

"What's that, honey?" He asked and briefly leaned over her to put her shoes aside.

"Not even close." She repeated and blushed as she realised she had to explain her thoughts now. "I mean, uh, seeing your face on screen, or from a distance when you're on stage." She shrugged. "It doesn't even come close."

"What, the wrinkles so bad?" He joked, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Cara shook her head. "Doesn't come close to how beautiful you are."

He leaned in closer with his lips pursed and brushed through her hair as if inspecting her scalp. "Ya sure ya didn't hit your pretty head somewhere?"

"No, I didn't. I really mean it." She whispered with a frown, not liking his self-depracating comments.

He paused and looked down with a bashful smile after a few seconds. "Oh, thank you, sweetheart, that's, uh, a-awfully kind of you."

"Just honest." She shrugged and carefully ran her fingers over his cheek again, through the course, yet soft hair of his thick side burns and wiped away some of the sweat that had gathered there.

"Stop, honey, it'll go to my head." He gently chided her as she kept complimenting him.

"I hope so."

He averted his gaze and resumed to stroke her ankle, gently massaging it now. There was a bit of pink on his cheeks and Cara marveled at the fact that she was able to make him flustered.

"You know, when I was at one of your concerts two years ago a girl next to me passed out as well and I had to take care of her for like twenty minutes. I was so angry at her." She let out a small laugh at the chaotic memory.

"You've been to one of my concerts?"

"I've been to three." She nodded with a proud smile.

He raised one eyebrow. "Three? Lord, should have saved that money for college, little one."

"It was worth it..." She trailed off, not sure if she had the nerve to continue talking. "I always hoped to get a kiss, at least a scarf. Each time... But I never quite made it to the front."

"Aww, honey." He cooed ruefully as if he was personally responsible for her bad luck. As if it truly bothered him.

It was only a second later that she felt his pillowy lips against hers. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and she froze while he casually made her biggest dream come true. He didn't just peck her lips, instead he lingered, even added a bit more pressure until she closed her eyes with a sigh.

They were complete strangers, yet the connection between them was very palpable as he kissed her slow and gentle, his finger grazing along her jaw. His breath fanned over her cheek and tickled her slightly, causing her to squirm a bit in his arms, but his soothing touches on her body calmed her down somewhat. When he finally pulled away from her the dizzy feeling returned and she squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again, blinking a bit disoriented.

Elvis saw the colour draining from her face again for a second and let out a small laugh. "Stay with me, sweetheart." He softly patted her cheek.

"Uh-huh." She responded, waving away. "No, yeah, I'm good."

He looked back to Charlie on instinct, his head whipping around, before turning back to her. With a frown he slowly scratched his neck, looking regretful. "I don't have a scarf, little. Uh, I-I'll give you this. That okay for you?" He removed one of the golden rings he was wearing, pulling it from his ring finger and holding it out to her.

"Oh, no I can't take it." Her eyes widened and she raised her hands in protest.

"But now I want ya to have it." He slipped it onto her thumb, and gently held her clammy hand in his, completely engulfing her.

Cara stared at the glittery piece of jewelry on her hand, the metal still warm, wondering what she'd done to deserve this. "Oh, thank you." She choked out, tearing up a little.

He drew circles over her temple in a calming way. "You're welcome, sweetie."

"I'm a mess." She laughed nervously and closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing. "I'm talking to Elvis Presley and I'm a mess."

"Shush, little, you're not a mess. I don't wanna hear any of it."

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head and ran his thumb over her lips, making her breath hitch. "Now, what are ya being sorry for? Quit apologising, okay? I get to hold a pretty girl in my arms. Made it worth to come here in the first place." He chuckled in an attempt to cheer her up, to make her smile.

Now it was Cara's turn to blush furiously and his grin widened. "Finally got some colour in your face again. You're feeling a bit better, honey?"

That was a good question. Was she feeling better? She wanted to weep, laugh and yell at the same time, but he didn't need to know that. Instead she just put a hand to her burning forehead and smiled a little. "I think so." Her voice sounded a bit hoarse, the emotions still overwhelming her.

Elvis made no attempt to get up however, let alone loosen his grip on her and continued to gently massage her bare calf, apparently not yet ready to part with her. Luckily she felt the same. So they just enjoyed the feeling of being close to each other, a mutual understanding between them.

"Ya, ya wanna come and see my next show?" He suddenly asked out of the blue.

She nodded so quickly, she almost hurt her neck. "I'd love to. But-"

He brushed through her hair. "I'll make sure you're gonna sit in the first row. I'll arrange it. Then I'll give ya a scarf."

"You already gave me this." She pointed to her thumb.

"But you wanted a scarf, honey, it's that simple. And you'll get a scarf, you'll see." He insisted as he grasped her hand pressed a few kisses to her knuckle.

"Elvis." She paused and bit her lip. The amount of times she said, cried, screamed his name, one should think she's used to it. But using it to adress him directly felt incredibly strange.

He continued toying with her fingers. "What's on your mind, honey? You want another kiss?" He drawled with a small smirk, making her tummy flip.

What she wanted to say to him is that he was too kind. Way too giving. That he shouldn't be so worried about pleasing her, she was just a fan. That she enjoyed kissing and hugging more than anything else. But by the genuine and earnest look in his eyes she realised how much he needed it for himself. Doing everything in his power to make her happy, to satisfy her like they were old friends or possibly lovers, even though his girlfriend Ginger Alden only sat a few feet away from them.

She pressed her lips together, deciding not to voice her thoughts and just said the two words that came to mind, that she'd wanted to say to him all these years. "Thank you."

He furrowed his brows and licked his lips. "What for?"

She held his gaze and put a hand on his chest, feeling the thick patches of hair under her fingers. "For being you."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down and he sniffed once, his nose scrunching up. That tender look on his face nearly made her melt as they just looked at each other, forgetting the world around them and all its problems. Then he nudged her with a lopsided smile. "Ya want that kiss now or what?"

A smile tugged at her lips as well and she managed a small nod, mentally preparing herself. She was sure that if she continued talking she would just start crying hysterically so she just grabbed onto the soft fabric of his track suit, slightly pulling him down.

He started to lean down, but before he could touch her lips again he opened his eyes with a playful twinkle. "Just don't pass out on me again, little one."

She could do that for him, she knew she'd do anything for him. Just like he did everything for her, driving her crazy and keeping her sane at the same time. And she knew she'd treasure that moment forever. She had a feeling he'd treasure it as well.

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Thank you to my lovely sister wives @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @vintageshanny @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @peskybedtime @from-memphis-with-love @shakerattlescroll

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis x reader #big daddy elvis #writing prompt game #elvis x oc #elvis presley x reader #elvis fanfic #1977 elvis

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fursectomy · 3 months

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its stupid that almost all of the beta kids live in the US. jade doesnt but her grandpa is from the US i believe? how is it that theres a handful of kids fated to save the universe or whatever and theyre ALLL american. it would make way more sense if they were scattered all over the globe.

so far i see dave as still living in texas because he very much feels like a product of the american public school system and american individualism. jade also still lives on her island thats fine her gpa is just polynesian to me, and then john lives in hong kong and rose lives in brazil.

rose specifically lives in the southern high planes of brazil bc thats where it snows and for some reason rose living in a snowy location feels important to her upbringing to me? maybe just because of the flashbacks to her playing in the snow. oh also because it makes sense if she lives in a more isolated location.

i think grandpa harley is maori and was originally born in new zealand wow oh my god as im typing this im imagining jade w a kiwi accent and that feels so fitting. anyways i think he sailed out from NZ and found hellmurder island out in the pacific on his travels.

i also like the idea of rose and dave meeting online and dave is fluent in spanish (bro is irish american/mexican) and in english while rose is fluent in portuguese and knows some english. they communicate through spanglish and portuganglish(???)and rose gets better ar conversational english this way. once she starts getting the hang of it (which is very fast) she starts reading more and more english books and quickly accumulates a far bigger vocabulary than dave because dave does not fucking read books like that.

when they talk mainly spanish and portuguese in the beginning dave is like “portuguese speakers sound like theyre trying to speak spanish while having a stroke you’re giving me a headache” and rose is like “sounds like a you problem i understand your spanish just fine” lol.

dave has a weird assortment of spanish vocab that he knows outside of the basics because his only exposure to spanish is from his bro and shitty public school spanish classes.

also bro was raised on dragon ball z and thats part of the reason he styles his hair the way he does. bro has the goku jesus mexican flag hanging in their living room.

#no wonder rose struggles with addiction shes brazilian mexican and irish WHEW #i say this as someone with extended family in ireland brazil and mexico #if i one day get married to my mexican partner and our families collide its gonna be CRAAZZZTYY #theres no way that bro is still connected with his family though i just know hes estranged #which is so sad dave missed out on the best christmas parties #and i know mom lalonde makes the MEANEST caipirinhas #homestuck #beta kids #homestuck headcanons #dave strider #rose lalonde #john egbert #jade harley #talkies

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First it was the Little Sea Cottages, then the Blue Sea Motel, then the Jade East Motel. By the 1980s, it became a time-share resort called the Ocean Pointe Inn. Its exterior is uniquely midcentury modern with a possible Polynesian influence. Inside, it offered 53 units (1 bedrooms and efficiencies with kitchens), color TV, air conditioning, a heated pool, kiddie pool, game room and shuffle board.

The Ocean Pointe sat abandoned, with CLOSED written on its sign, for 5 years before finally being demolished. Located in Daytona Beach, Florida.

#jade east motel #ocean pointe inn #daytona beach #florida #then and now #deadmotelsusa

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III. An Interlude To Love

summary: nashae and leati have dinner for valentine's day. rose divider by: firefly graphics

Nashae adjusted the collar of her strapless, off the shoulder, pink knee length dress. The slit up the right leg added an element of sex appeal while her minimal gold jewelry, lay flush against her oiled brown skin. She had done style her hair herself, settling on a half up-half down style with large barrel curls. It was cliche to wear pink on Valentine’s Day, but it was her first being spent with someone. She wanted to go all out if she could. However, Leati had other plans. Bouncing between hotels, she was surprised to see three dozen bouquets of red roses in her hotel room when she arrived. That was last night and he left a note of apology for not being able to pick her up from the airport again.

Tonight had her nervous. The whole time she was getting ready she had been on the phone with her sister, Trinity, and Bianca. Mercedes was busy, but she was being caught up in the group chat. None of them knew she was going out with Leati and she made sure not to give too many details about her date. She just wanted to make sure she looked good. So at the last minute, she switched to a red satin slip dress, the cleavage was a tad low, and her gold jewelry looked better. She swapped out her gold pumps for a pair of black strappy stilettos.

Nashae walked to her hotel windows and looked out at the city of Aspen, Colorado. There were tons of places they could have gone to have some privacy, but Leati had suggested the northern state and she agreed after some convincing. They wouldn’t be able to walk around, but it would be unexpected of them to be in the city, so stepping out for a private dinner would be easy. And because of the more prestigious parts of the city, they would take a walk together.

“Bitch, let me see how you look!”

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Trinity’s voice over the speakers. She had forgotten they were still on the line. Once she was back in the bathroom, she picked up her phone and flipped the camera around so her body was seen in the large mirror.

“Well I’ll be damn,’ Jey snorted. “You look aight, sis.”

“Why are you on the phone,’ Nashae scrunched up her face, ‘girls only!”

There was a collective shout for him to but out. He joked but ended his line. Left with Trinity and Takecia, Jey’s wife.

“The red looks so much better!”

Takecia agreed, but arched her brow slowly. “Girl, who are you going out with?”

Nashae bit her bottom lip on that question and turned her attention to her earrings.

“These hoops are good right?”

“No she didn’t.” Trinity hummed.

“Bitchhhhh…..”

“Manu is in town,’ she lied.

There was some old chemistry between the two after a few weeks together filming for a show. They were close friends after she filmed in New Zealand. They both bonded over their respective Polynesian heritages.

“On Valentines Day?”

Nashae shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do and shouldn’t yall bet getting some?”

“Aht aht aht,’ Trinity laughed, “not to much on us okay. Seriously, you look good. Have fun.”

Nashae talked with them until she got into her car. As soon as she hung up the phone, it rang again. This time it was Leati, who she had been wanting to talk to all day.

“You found some time to call me,’ she teased.

“I wanted to come pick you up, but I like the anticipation when it comes to seeing you sometimes.”

There was a beat of silence before Leati softly laughed.

“I like when you get speechless.”

“I-I’m not, speechless,’ she smiled while speaking.

“I know I’ve been a bit busier, but I’m going to always make time for you when I can.”

“You’re a busy man who’s in high demand. I can mange.”

“It’s not something I want you to get used to. But we can talk about it later,’ he replies.

She hears shuffling on the end of the line and furrows her brows. The car eventually comes to a stop and the call ends. Before she could make a sound of protest, her door is opened. A hand extends for her and she takes it. A surprise sound slips from her lips as she’s pulled into Leati’s arms. His smile infections that she mirrors the expression.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hey,’ she says breathlessly. Her nerves were in over drive.

With his arm around her waist, he used his other hand to tip her head back, the street lights bouncing off her lips and the shimmering gloss was too enticing to ignore. Leati dipped his head down and pressed his lips to her gently. He barely touched her and she let out a small whine of annoyance. He flicked her nose and took a huge step back to she could see her. The red made her look sexy, while the softness of her hair drew him in to her pouted lips. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he took her in.

“What?” Nashae looked down at herself. “Does it look bad?”

“I planned to keep my hands to myself tonight.”

Leati kissed her again and found himself lost in the taste of her lips.

“You look…perfect.”

Nashae felt her cheeks getting hot at his words. She was on cloud 9 and their date hand even started yet. Something about his presence made her feel..giddy.

“You clean up really well too.”

He wore all black, his signature color apparently, with a gray dinner jacket. He even had a little black pocket square.

“Just well?”

Nashae shrugged. “You haven’t actually kissed me so…”

Leati looked down and the woman before him. Her hip jutted out to the side and she folded her arms over her chest. It pushed up her cleavage and his eyes dropped right to the swell of her breast. He hasn't done much touching with her and his hands itched to feel her. The last time he dared to, she hopped up from the bed, a nervous and scrambling mess.

He had to take it slow.

“I did kiss you,’ he replied.

“No, that was….it wasn’t a real kiss.”

Leati kissed his teeth but he caved. “I’m sorry, c’mere…”

He reached for her and she gladly stepped into his arms. His lips found hers quickly, her bottom lip was sucked seductively into his mouth. A sound of surprise fell from her lips and he took that as the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

She whimpered and pushed at his chest to get some air.

“Happy Valentine's Day, pretty girl.”

The place they were having dinner was jam packed with couples celebrating the holiday. Leati told her where their private area was and had a hostess waiting to escort her. She passed by tables keeping her eyes ahead so as to not draw too much attention. There were a few murmurs, some camera flashes, but nothing she couldn’t handle alone. Her hostess was extremely sweet as well and when she asked nicely for a photo, Nashae couldn’t say no.

Their area was draped in black curtains that prevented anyone from seeing inside. As she stepped through her mouth fell open at the sight before her. The floor was covered in rose petals, there was a large bouquet of long stem red roses on the table, there were tea candles lit and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket on ice.

Leati came from the other side with another bouquet of roses in his hands and a fluffy brown teddy bear in the other.

“You went all out tonight,’ she sighed, taking it all in with appreciation.

“This is only the beginning,’ he replied, ‘I plan to wine and dine you as much as possible.”

He said it so matter-of-factually. As if she should already know what he planned to do.

“Careful,’ she walked over to him, ‘you’ll spoil me.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I’ll get used to it.” Nashae waved her hand, dismissing the thoughts she had.

Leati could see something was amiss with her. He tipped her head up with a finger beneath her chin. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing,’

“Don’t lie to me, baby,’ he replied softly.

“We can talk about it later, please,’ she added when he arched his brow.

He kissed her then nodded. She took the roses from them and brought them to her nose to smell. She was about to sit down when Leati came up behind her. He placed the bear on the table and held out a black velvet box with the other hand.

“What’s this?”

“Open it and see.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Handing him the roses, she grabbed the box from his hand. Opening the velvet case she just as quickly shut it closed, a giggle falling out of her lips.

“This is so silly,’ she looked over her shoulder at his grin.

Snapping the box back open and pulled the black leather bracelet woven to resemble the teuila flower. Her family home had a garden of them. The ends were dipped in gold and fit together like a regular bracelet for security and hold. She knew the exact collection it was from and the thought of him remembering so trivial about dating culture growing up in their culture. It was the Polynesian kids way of asking someone to be their girlfriend. Her brother’s wives all had them and her sister even had one. It was like wearing their Letterman jacket, but something more permanent.

She took it out of the box and handed it to him along with her right wrist.

“I need to get you one.”

Nashae gushed over the bracelet and Leati watched her in amusement. The genuine smile on her face was because of him and he had every intent to keep it on her face. Tonight was going to be about setting the boundaries of their relationship.

He hoped by the end of the night, the smile on her face was wider and brighter.

Once they were seated, their first course was brought out. Leati preset the menu so their would be minimal interruptions. Nashae looked down at the tray of raw oysters and shrimp. She was a huge sea food lover and this particular restaurant had some of the freshest seafood in the city. R&B slow jams played over the small speaker and she swayed a little in her chair while sipping from her champagne glass.

“What do you want from me,’ he asked abruptly. “I mean, this relationship, what are your thoughts?”

“We both grew up in a culture where I should be asking you that.”

Polynesian men were dominate by nature. They were leaders, taught to lead, and expected to. In every aspect they exuded leadership and to some it might come across as too controlling. As fiercely independent as she was, she wanted take a step back and just feel normal.

“In that case, tell me what you want and I’ll do it my way.”

The courses changed and she was served a plate of butter chicken over rice and a plate of naan was in front of them. The change in cuisine had her wondering if these were some of his favorites. The way he dove into his plate confirmed it. What did she want?

“Um, this year is about to get busy for me. I’m about to release new music, some videos, I have five shows planned, with full production teams and dancers and costumes. I want you to be a part of that journey, supporting me and making us a priority in your life like I plan to.” Before he could reply, she leaned back in her chair. “I want to feel normal in this relationship and I know the level of privacy might be too much to ask for.”

“The privacy isn’t going to be hard. What I want more specifically to know is, are you telling me you’re submissive?”

Goosebumps spread over her arms at his words and she inhaled and exhaled softly. He already knew the answer. He understood what could have led to her staying a virgin for so long.

“Because if you are, then you don’t have to worry about anything with me. Our levels of wealth are different, sure, but I know that doesn’t matter much to you. You appreciate when people do things for you genuinely. But I’m going to admit, I plan on spoiling you rotten. Our relationship is going to be hard because of our work, but any and every time I can spend time with you I plan on it.”

“I want our worlds to mesh,’ she replies, linking her fingers together then closing them in a fist. “We have mutual friends who understand my world, thats a huge blessing, and I think they would help us, especially when you’re on the road.”

“I want you to be comfortable more than anything.”

Another course was brought in and the shared slice of chocolate cake was drizzled in a bourbon smelling caramel. Writing in chocolate around the rim was ‘so…are you my girlfriend now’.

“Yes.”

She pointed to the plate and he laughed.

He picked up his glass and brought it his lips before speaking.

“Getting to know you, all of you, is going to be the highlight of my life.”

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Two weeks had passed since becoming official and though they considered themselves official back in January, it had more meaning now that they vocalized it. It was difficult with their drastically different work schedules, hiding their meet ups, and scheduling time to talk, but they managed to make it work. Once she was done with her studio time, she planned to fly to Florida where he was. Leati didn’t have much time off, but she would get to see him before his red eye flight to the next city. She had told him she could wait until Friday, but he was adamant about seeing her, as he always was. Who was she to deny him?

“You have that whole notebook,’ Gerrie said while watching Nashae fiddle with the sound board. “The songs are recorded, we need to pick tonight to get the dancers ready, the venue is selected, sound guys are ready.”

“I know, I just want this roll out to be perfect.”

“What are you thinking? I need something to send your dance captain so she can at least start practice.”

“Schoolin Life is definitely on the list. I want this to start out as a party, something to get everyone moving.”

Gerrie’s fingers flew across her phone, sending message after message to the awaiting team. Nashae knew after this week with Leati, she would be focused on the first leg of this year long project.

“Add, Run the World and Diva.”

“Woah, woah, woah, those two are easily singles!”

Nashae looked down at the pages of song titles, each of them all recorded and mastered by production, but never before have they been heard and she wanted to pull out all the stops for this. She planned on going ghost, no one knew, for a few years just to spend that time with her family.

“I know, but I want this project to tell a story. Oh! Slide Independent Woman in there as well.”

“We need a ballad or something,’ Gerrie says, ‘this is such a fast paced show.”

“A cover of I’m Every Woman,’ Nashae looked to Gerrie who was staring at her. “Acapella, me and a guitar?”

“We both know you just threw that in there, but we will keep it. One more.”

“No, I want this show super up beat and fun,’ she replies after flipping through her notebook. “Send that list over, get them started.”

“What is the next stage of songs, because they need to flow, Nashae.”

Nasahe wouldn’t admit she was distracted. Leati was texting her and she was….distracted.

“A distraction baby,’ she hums, and Gerrie knows what’s about to happen.

Turning to a blank page, Nashae scribbles down lines of lyrics, while her other hand turns on the sound board and mic. It’s not often she creates and produces from scratch alone, because she likes collaborating, but when the music hit her, she had to get it out then. Gerrie left her alone, taking the list of songs so the team could get started. The show was at the end of March and the music had to be out before then to get some play. However, the team knew Nasahe didn’t care about that. She made the music for her fans. They all knew her fans would wait for her. Curling up in the swivel chair, she pulls the infamous hoodie around her and zips it up.

“I’m writing,’ she sighs into the phone as she picks up Leati’s call.

“About me?”

She giggled on her end of the line. “I’ll let you hear it and you can tell me.”

♫♫♫♫♫♫

“Bitch! This is a banger!”

She called Mercedes and Bianca this time, sending them the song before her producer team could get their hands on it and clean it up.

“Is it?”

Bianca could be seen bouncing around her living room. She always put the face time calls on her phone.

“Release this shit,’ Mercedes added. “Like, yesterday. Has Trin heard it?”

“I sent it to her and Takecia, they are on a double date so I know I will get an ear full when they are done.”

Shutting down the sound board, she steps into the hallway leading towards her living area. She always worked out of her home, but she was ready to leave it for Leati’s. Her bag was already packed and since there was a large enough studio to rehearse in, she planned to fly her team out in two days to get started on rehearsals for her show.

“All praise aside,’ Bianca bounces back into the frame after forcing Montez to dance with her, ‘who is it about? We heard about that date with…Manu.”

She said that like she didn’t believe Nashae went on a date with Manu.

“Someone, that y'all will meet in a few days,’ she admits.

Her and Leati talked extensively the night of their date. As much as they needed to be private, they needed the help of their friends to do so. Keeping the secret from too many people would lead them to slipping up. She wanted her relationship with Leati to be just that, her relationship.

“Oh really? Because if this song is anything, it’s about a man.”

Coming out to their friends meant they could all hang out together and she didn’t have to act like Leati was a stranger. She didn’t have to pretend that he was a friend of a friend. She could kiss him when she wanted to, touch him, be on him.

“Yeah, we have a dinner planned, you all will get to meet him.”

Convincing Leati to have this dinner was the easy part. Even making sure everyone was invited was easy. Telling them should be easy, and she knew they would be supportive, but she was on edge. Leati was going to be by her side, yet, Nashae’s hands would get clammy and sweaty at the thought of telling anyone about them.

“Mmmh, anyway,’ Bianca mused. “When are you releasing this?”

“Tonight.”

True to her word, she planned to drop the song. However, she was waiting on one more opinion. At the airport, Nashae boarded her private plane just as his call came through again. She was always anticipating his number flashing across her screen.

“Hey Leati,’ she greets.

“Yes,’ he says.

“What?”

“I’ll be whatever distraction you want me to be.”

“You like the song?”

“Being able to hear my girls music before everyone else? Especially knowing it’s about me? Of course I like the song.”

“Perfect,’ she pulls out her laptop and opens twitter.

In a single tweet she drops a lyric video of Distraction and posts it to her millions of followers. She logs out, shuts down her computer, and returns her attention to Leati. She doesn’t hear it but on his end, his twitter notification goes off, right when he opens it, he sees her post.

“Were you waiting for me?” He asks.

“Yeah. If you didn’t like it I wouldn’t have posted it.”

It was a brand new song with a different sound. This whole era of music was going to be a new sound for her. It was going to be a reflection of her life.

#roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fanfic

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nathanaelrosssmith · 2 years

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Tina Louise and Witco, a deadly combination.

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zegoldensombrero · 10 months

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🗿 ENVELOPE ART 🗿

Here’s a stylized Lono pop tiki for a recent order 🗿 Thanks for the support! 💪🍻

SHOP

#illustration #drawing #ze golden sombrero #art #zegoldensombrero #artist #draw #pen and ink #tiki #tiki pop #tiki bar #tiki art #tiki artist #envelope art #polynesian pop #tiki room #trader sams #don the beachcomber

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cypherdecypher · 6 months

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Animal of the Day!

Kauai O'o A'a (Moho braccatus)

(Photo by Robert Shallenberger)

Extinction Date- 2000

Habitat- Kaua’i Island

Size (Weight/Length)- 20 cm

Diet- Snails; Fruits; Flower nectar; Insects

Cool Facts- The Kauai O’o A’a was a honeycreeper native to the Hawai’ian island of Kaua’i. These small birds nested in the thick forests of the island and licked flowers for nectar. Kauai O’o A’a relied on tree hollows in old trees to create their nests and as these forests were destroyed to make room for houses, the honeycreepers were rapidly declining. Introduction of invasive predators like the Polynesian rat and small Indian mongoose began to wipe out Hawai’i’s native birds. Mosquitos carrying avian malaria and hurricanes ended up wiping the rest of the population out. The last living bird was spotted in 1985 and the last singing male was recorded in 1987. Out of the original 50 species of Hawai’ian honeycreepers, only 17 species remain today and all are endangered. Efforts to reduce avian malaria, reduce invasive predator populations, and captive breeding efforts hope to increase the populations of the remaining honeycreepers.

Rating- 14/10 (The last recorded call: https://youtu.be/x2KH5AoyeBc?si=9TFYp7R2NKR-rXlB)

#animal of the day #animals #birds #honeycreeper #saturday #october 14 #kauai o'o a'a #biology #science #conservation #the more you know #extinct #extinctober

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heyybaejjk · 6 months

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 2

pairing: teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: I suck at writing summaries, js read it man 😞

warnings/notes: smoking?? dk if that counts, profanity, dry fucking humor, no miguel x reader yet

series masterlist | prev chap | next chap

It was two hours before school started. Meaning, that Miguel had two hours to freshen himself up before meeting Manaia today. He woke up at 5 and brushed his teeth hard. So hard that the bristles were at different angles. He then settled at his friend's house, Sione, and texted him that he was waiting outside.

M.Ohara_99: Open the door.

mahi_sniffer: good morning to you too 😔

M.Ohara_99: Sione, it's six in the morning and it's freezing out here. Open the door.

aluaigioukae: can you not text the gc, you have private msgs for a reason stupid asses

mahi_sniffer: @aluaigioukae fuck up period clot n go back to sleep boi

[ M.Ohara_99: Sione, it's six in the morning and it's freezing out here. Open the door. ]

mahi_sniffer: ^Replied to M.Ohara_99's message^

: does that mean ur nips r hard

M.Ohara_99 is typing...

mahi_sniffer: does that mean ur nips are hard

read by M.Ohara_99

mahi_sniffer: HEY WHYD U LEAVE ME ON SEEN 😞

mahi_sniffer: IM KIDDING ILL OPEN THE DOOR MAN

Sione rushes out of his bed, running to the door and opening it. Laughing to himself as he sees Miguel's 6"9 standing there with his eyebrow raised. Sione's eyes lowering down to Miguel's chest. "So they are hard."

That was half an hour ago, now Miguel and Sione were both at Kiuga's house. Both were sat on his bed, Sione facing the wall with his arms crossed.

"So after Kiuga gets ready, we're going to go to David's house?" Miguel asks Sione, face to face with his back. He watches as Sione shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Don'know," he responds dryly.

Miguels laughs to himself, pushing Sione from the back. "C'mon, it wasn't even that bad."

"What's he sooking about?" Kiuga asks, adjusting his ie lavalava that wrapped around his waist.

"I tapped his cheek because he was looking at my nipples-"

"Wroooong! You slapped me, idiot!" Sione whines, throwing a glare Miguel's way.

Kiuga chuckles, finally finished getting ready. Ruffling Sione's hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "David's meeting us at school, he went early to have a personal fufu hour sesh in the school bathroom with his missus."

(a/n: fufu hour is this discord chat with a bunch of polynesians, its just straight up nudes, cookie calls, and sex☠️)

Miguel's face cringes while Sione pushes him away, "Can you not, cunt? Oh my fuck," He makes a gagging face, trying to shake off the image of one of his best friend's and their girlfriend having a quick root.

It was time. Time has gone by and now the performances were ready to be showcased. Everyone was to sit inside the wide and large hall, face the stage while sitting in a cramped space next to others. This led Miguel to start freaking the absolute fuck out. Where should he sit? Next to her? Behind her? Or should he purposely sit in front of Manaia so she can gawk at his back muscles? Where was she even going to sit?

He pauses at the hall door upon seeing her sit down front row, along with other two girls on each side. Miguel mentally facepalms. Of course, she'd be in front row. She was performing.

Miguel nervously rubbed his sweaty palms and speedwalks outside the hall, making his way to the men's changing room. He sees Kiuga sitting down on one of the benches, huffing out a puff of smoke, throwing away the blunt instantly at the sight of him walking.

"Fuck, I thought you were Mr Smith," he chuckles, standing up to dap up Miguel, "He caught me last term, the rents were not happy with me... You got the thing I told you about?"

Miguel nods, pulling out a small box and showing it to his friend, smiling proudly.

"Okay, how much did this cost you?"

"Like $15 for one, I got another as well, so.. $30 altogether," Miguel smiles innocently, holding a dark red and blue flower and a purple flower together as a father would with a fish after their successful catch.

"The hell? Miguel, what sei shop did you go to?"

( a/n: A sei is a fake flower worn on your ear. Traditionally, if a sei is being worn on your right ear, it means you're single. If it's on the left ear, then it mean you're taken. Or can just be used decoration. I personally wear one for fun!!)

Miguel's smile falters slightly, "The one you told me to go to! Sialei's Boutique."

"Se aikae ia, that's the one I told you not to go to. Sione told you to go to that one. And we've learnt to never listen to Sione," he rolls his eyes at the mention of their friend, "The one I told you to go to only sold sei's for $15, but in a pack of 10. You only have 2."

"Oh fuck- Sorry. I didn't-"

"It doesn't matter now. Just remember the plan, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah! Right, I know."

"And that is?" Kiuga questions the latter, patting his back to comfort his nerves.

"Wait for everything to finish. Ask her if she's free to speak later, and then ask her out on a date?"

"Ia malo lava, great job, now go find us a seat inside, I'll be there soon."

"But where are you going to be?"

"Right beside you, I need to chuck a quick piss before it starts. Now go!"

An hour and a half went by and the main event was coming to a near-end. Miguel sat in his seat uncomfortably, his legs sore from sitting in the same spot for so long, but he held on staying just to see you dance. However, the temptation of walking out the hall doors was getting to him.

"Fuck me," Miguel whispers, annoyed at the bicker he was stuck in between with. He sat in the middle of Sione and Kiuga, who were visibly arguing, spitting all over Miguel's face without care.

"Yeah, but I told you to pack the flag so we can run around with it!"

"No the fuck you didn't, cunt. YOU said you were going to bring it, you never told me to bring it!"

"Sione, I literally remember what you said. You, Miguel, and David were at my bloody house last night! You can ask Miguel. Right, Miguel!?"

Both heads turn to face the poor boy, he ignores them as the crowd around them starts to cheer at the MC walking on stage. "Kia Orana, everybody!" The loud voice echoes through the mic, a tall Kuki boy with slight pale skin held a bright smile, ushering for the audience to quiet down for him to speak. "Before the day ends, we have two more performances to finish us off! A couple dance then that will be followed by a group performance, so don't be afraid to give them a big cheer!"

He walks off the stage as another guy walks onto the middle of it, his head bowed down and muscular arms behind his back, the guy on stage had a similar build to Miguel's; only difference being he had a traditional tattoo run across his shoulder blade and down the right side of his chest.

The song had started and everyone had already started cheering, especially Kiuga. David, who was beside him, took out a big Samoan flag and started waving it around while cheering. Miguel laughs as Sione and Kiuga glare at David.

A minute into the dance, Miguel leans over to his right, "Who's that?" He whispers to Sione, his annoyance gone down as the two other boys had stopped arguing.

Sione goes silent for a while before answer, "The guy dancing?" he asks warily.

"Yeah, him."

The audience grows louder as they watch another figure walk onto the stage, locking hands with the other. His eyes refuse to avert, his breathing heaves at the sight of Manaia making her way on stage, her hand holding the latter. Miguel watches in disbelief as her smile, showing her pearly white teeth, winking at the audience. Her curly hair reached the back of her knees, complimenting the black and blue dress you wore. The sei she wore matching with the guy's ie lavalava.

"That's Manaia's ex, Seth..."

( a/n: for reference, here's the dance !! )

this chapter is v boring, this was more of a filler im sorry guys

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