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birthfan · 1 year

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Pregnant with twins. Your absolutely massive and a couple days overdue. Your doctor told you it would be a good idea if you went walking to help get them out. You decide to give it a try and go to your favorite hiking trail cause it’s always empty. It’s incredibly hot out so you figure you should be comfortable so you put on this loose but super short almost sheer top sun dress no bra even though your breasts are huge almost up a cup size from your normal DD. Your waddling down the trail listening to music not paying attention when you realize your miles from your car.

I always loved to go out in relaxing hikes in nature and figured this was my last chance before I'd be too busy taking care of my babies, so there I was 42 weeks pregnant on a lonely hiking trail.

Since I guessed no-one would be hiking and it was ridiculously hot this time of the year, I just had my lightest sundress on with nothing else, not even panties so I could feel what little breeze there was all over my body.

I had been feeling my belly contract during the hike but decided to not give it much thought, I was going to have a C-section in a few days since my babies had been taking so long, so I just thought it was Braxton Hicks as I'd been having them since my original due date.

As I kept walking and eventually reached the woods I felt a contraction much stronger than any previous ones, which made me bend over and clutch my belly "ooooofff hmm" I grunted.

I kept going and as I reached my favourite spot in the woods I took out my headphones and stretched a bit, as I was about to sit down I was suddenly hit by an incredibly strong contraction with a wave of pressure, soon followed by a wet sensation on the inside of my thighs and a loud splash.

"mmmnnnaa ooh god! T-this can't be happening!" I exclaimed panicked as I realized that my water had just broke, the pressure was constant and as I panted I slowly put my fingers inside me to measure my dilation.

As my finger tips were about to reach my cervix they were interrupted by my first baby's head "oh f-fuck hmmmm" I yelled as I felt another contraction, while I didn't push voluntarily my contracting womb made my first child slip lower into my birth canal.

"hnnng shit I need to get back" I saif I leaned on a tree clutching my contracting belly, as I tried walking I felt my legs being spread apart, unable to be closed as my baby's head started pressing on my vulva.

At this point I realized that no matter what I couldn't make it back in time, my car was three hours away and this deep in the wilderness there was no cell service, I'd have to push my babies out right there.

I felt another contraction and pushed with it causing my lips to open up under my sundress "huuuuu mmmnn" I moaned as I felt a burning sensation slowly but steadily building up as my labias stretched.

The sound of the birds singing offered a little bit of calmness in this terrifying situation as moved towards a tree stump. I lifted my dress' skirt up as I sat on the log with my legs spread open exposing my soon to crown baby's head.

I pushed with the next contraction causing my first child's head to reach it's widest point, stretching my vulva beyond belief "haaaaa nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggh haaaaa" I breathed out as my lips burned, feeling like they would snap like an overstretched rubber band.

As tears of pain fell down my cheeks my hand made it's way downwards to my labias, my fingers slowly massaging them hoping to help them stretch around the head, I felt my dress clinging to me from the sweat as my nipples were now visible, not that I cared as I was alone.

A contraction hit me and I pushed with it as best I could "hmmmmgggooooooAAAH Haaa haaa" I shrieked and panted as the head popped out of me spraying fluids all over as it dangled out.

I breathed and rested to prepare for the next push which would hopefully be enough to take this first baby out of me. I slowly lowered myself putting my elbows on the tree stump and resting my back on it as I could feel the leaves on the ground tickling my butt.

I prepared myself and pushed as I felt the next contraction "nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggh hoooo" I groaned as the baby slipped out of me with a small wet thud onto the forest floor.

I picked up my baby as she cried, I cuddled her and cleaned her up while I exposed my sweaty breasts to feed her. I could feel her sibling already making its way down my birth canal.

"hmmm it seems your little brother or sister is excited to come out" I said as the baby felt smaller then its sister luckily. The second baby was already bulging out my vulva, though it didn't feel as bad as before.

As I nursed my daughter I got up to have gravity help with the second baby so that I could come out faster. It seemed to work as without even needing to push yet I felt myself slowly open up.

I pushed lightly bending my legs as a contraction hit me, I could feel my lips stretching, and as my free hand reached for the baby's head I felt that it had almost reached it's widest point.

As this baby seemed to not be as much of a problem as it's sister I decided to start walking back to my car. As I reached the perimeter of the woods I hadn't pushed again yet but I could feel my second baby crowning, the burn being much more manageable than the previous one.

While I kept walking, the main dirt road now in sight, I felt my second kid's head slowly come out about halfway as my firstborn suckled on my milky breast. Then suddenly the head came out with a wet pop, unfortunately soaking my dress' skirt which I had managed to keep clean up until now.

As I went down the main dirt road I could feel the head dangling in-between my fat wet thighs, I knew I'd still need to push for my baby to come out when the next contraction would hit.

As I felt my womb tightening one last time I squatted down, my free hand holding my baby's head to catch it "hmmmmmm huuuu" I panted as with this last push my second baby came out of me, I caught my son and held him up to my other breast as the remaining fluids spilled out of me making a puddle in-between my feet.

As both my babies were now quietly suckling on my breasts I kept walking back "thank you for being easier than your sister I said to my son as I kissed the top of his head and made my way back to the car.

#birth kink #giving birth #fpreg #lovely anon #i wish that were me #birth in nature #twins #one painful one casual

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 6 months

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Fossil Novembirb 3: Race to the Sea

Among the rapidly diverging groups of dinosaurs right after the end-Cretaceous extinction were quite a few groups that went "hey, the ocean... it's full of food... let's go there"

And the ways they went there? Multifaceted and Fascinating

Today, we know of plenty of different types of marine birds, around the world. But in the Paleocene, the hotspot of marine bird evolution was Aotearoa, aka Zealandia.

Here, many early marine birds evolved, stretching out their wings in one way or another to grab the nearest available food sources. One common way modern birds live on the sea is by soaring - rarely touching ground, living their lives over the water, looking for food.

And this mode of life appears to have evolved early, with the first tropicbirds evolving right out the gate with Clymenoptilon. And it wasn't alone among flighted marine birds! Protodontopteryx, the first pseudotoothed bird, is also known from the Paleocene of Aotearoa.

Protodontopteryx by @otussketching

Pseudotoothed birds are one of the most common clades of fossil bird, having thrived in marine habitats across the world until the start of the Pleistocene. Like all modern birds, they weren't able to just re-develop teeth, as the gene for enamel had been lost. However, they - like many other birds that eat on slippery or finnicky prey - worked around that by evolving fake "teeth", or projections, on the parts of their body they did still have.

Most living birds evolve such things as lamellae, aka, little pointy bits on their tongues.

Pseudotoothed birds did so by evolving jagged edges out of their jaws.

And the early Paleocene is where that all started!

That said, Protodontopteryx does not seem suited to soaring flight, and probably lived most similarly to living albatross, selecting targeted prey and sticking close to the shore - the start of a long love affair with the ocean for the clade.

Waimanu by Nobu Tamura

Of course, the reason we're all here is penguins. Penguins are some of the most charismatic birds today, even dubbed the "pinnacle of dinosaurian evolution" by one Dr. Thomas Holtz. And they appeared right away in the Paleocene, showing up just after the impact event - and showcasing a dramatically rapid evolution towards fully marine life.

Early penguins were weird transitional birds, a cross between a normal Neoavian and their later shape, which looks remarkably like living loons and divers. The first penguins we have, Waimanu and Kupoupou, were very similar to modern penguins - so we don't exactly know how this transition started, or when penguins eventually lost flight. Muriwaimanu, however, did show a different form of swimming through the water, indicating that modern penguins developed it later.

Though, they fly through the water, so it's not like they lost it for nothing!

Kumimanu by Nobu Tamura

The ocean, though depleted from the asteroid impact, recovered faster than the land, and was filled with a variety of food items that these different kinds of birds could feed on. Molluscs, Crustaceans, worms, and fish were all available, allowing Aotearoa to host a diverse flock of marine birds, and for penguins to diversify rapidly.

Because, quickly after the evolution of the first penguins, we start to see more and more - and they were huge. Kumimanu was much bigger than living penguins, and Sequiwaimanu had legs similar to other large penguins found in the region.

This was just the start of the Golden Age of Penguins, and we'll revisit them later. We have some other giant birds to meet first...

Sources:

Blokland, J. C., C. M. Reid, T. H. Worthy, A. J. D. Tennyson, J. A. Clarke, R. P. Scofield. 2019. Chatham Island Paleocene fossils provide insight into the palaeobiology, evolution, and diversity of early penguins (Aves, Sphenisciformes). Palaeontologia Electronica 22 (3): 22.3.78.

Mayr, 2022. Paleogene Fossil Birds, 2nd Edition. Springer Cham.

Mayr, G., V. De Pietri, L. Love, A. A. Mannering, R. P. Scofield. 2019. Oldest, smallest, and phylogenetically most basal pelagornithid, from the early Paleocene of New Zealand, sheds light on the evolutionary history of the largest flying birds.

Mayr, 2017. Avian Evolution: The Fossil Record of Birds and its Paleobiological Significance (TOPA Topics in Paleobiology). Wiley Blackwell.

#Fossil Novembirb #Novembirb #Dinovember #Dinosaurs #Birds

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 3 months

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The Guardian, C. 2

I absolutely never write continuing, multi-part stories, except now apparently I do? I needed some moments of distance from a Théodred thing I’m working on, so I came back to this for a short break. Chapter 1 was done in November and is here, but the TL;DR is: Haldir finds a little 6 year old Rohirrim girl wandering on her own at the edges of Lórien. They have a language barrier and she’s never even heard of an elf before. But so far, they’ve figured out each other’s names, she’s decided trusting him is better than struggling on alone, and he’s committed to bringing her to help.

Art by the generous and talented @brigwife ❤️

Chapter 1 if you need a refresher.

Chapter 2:

Once she made the decision to reach out to him, she had no intention of letting go.

Haldir and Mildrithe had been walking now for several hours in the direction of the river and during all that time she kept a firm hold of his hand, her little fingers laced tightly together with his. It wasn’t his way to freely show closeness or affection–he saved gestures of warmth and tenderness for his wife and brothers, those that he trusted most in the world–but he could sense how much Mildrithe needed the reassurance of this simple touch and he wanted to give her that. The feel of her small hand in his stirred a deep, instinctual protectiveness in him. He barely knew her, and she would only be his charge until he could deliver her to other, more suitable guardians. But he wanted her to feel safe while they were together and to reward the innocent faith that she was blindly placing in him, so he would keep his hand entwined with hers for as long as she wanted.

As they walked, she used her free hand to point at plants and animals that she wanted him to name. She had a sharp ear and a good memory, and she quickly picked up his Sindarin words for trees, flowers, and the small forest creatures that could occasionally be seen skittering across their path. She, in turn, gave him the Rohirric words for these same things, or, at least, for those that she had ever seen before. Much of what they passed was new to her, and she was awed by the beauty of the woods now that she at last felt secure enough to pay attention to such details.

He used those intermittent silences while she absorbed her surroundings to think through his plans. Any time spent away from his assigned post increased the chances that orcs or other unwanted visitors could cross into Lórien unseen, and he felt the heavy pressure of maintaining the security of his sector of the border. He needed to reach the next post as quickly as possible so that he could hand Mildrithe off to a reliable escort, someone who could figure out where she belonged and how to get her there, while he returned to his own responsibilities. Unfortunately, he found that he couldn’t move through the forest at anything close to his normal speed with her in tow. She tried her best to match his pace, but her small legs needed two steps for each one of his, and he recognized immediately that she couldn’t maintain that effort for long. He made a conscious effort to slow himself, and they stopped for short breaks whenever her feet needed a rest. As a result, he was increasingly certain that they would not make it to the next talan for shelter before dark and would instead find themselves camping in the open when she inevitably needed sleep.

Even so, they made steady progress, and he found that he enjoyed her company. When she wasn’t asking for words or taking in a new sight, she hummed gently to herself and kept busy with her own thoughts. He had always appreciated agreeable quiet, and he found the soft lilt of her song and the muted rustle of leaves beneath her feet to be a pleasant enough accompaniment to their journey. She had noticed, of course, that his own feet made no such rustling noise, that he slipped through the forest as silently as a bird through the air, and she snuck sideways looks at him now and again, still marveling at the unanticipated qualities of her new companion. If he happened to look down at the right moment to catch her eye, she quickly turned her gaze, and he smiled to himself at her shy curiosity.

Eventually, he began to pick up the sound of rushing water, and as they neared the river he steered their course toward a small rock outcropping on the bank that would narrow the distance needing to be crossed. At this time of year, the river ran strong and rough, with swirling eddies and white foam where the water struck large boulders that broke the surface in an irregular pattern. The exposed part of each boulder was covered in soft clumps of light green moss with bright blue, bell-shaped flowers.

He knew that Mildrithe would be unable to cross the rope bridges that the wardens used, and so he planned to walk across the boulders, carrying her as he went. He stopped to adjust his pack and make room for her to ride on his back, but when he released her hand, her curiosity and enthusiasm for the unexpected wonders of the forest drew her forward alone. By the time he looked up again, she was already out on the second boulder, admiring the bluebells and peering into the depths of the swirling river.

“Mildrithe! Stay there until I reach you!”

She heard his words, though the only one she understood was her own name. Thinking he was calling her back, she took a step in his direction, but her foot came down awkwardly and her boot slid across the wet, spongy moss. She had half a moment to try to right herself, but the boulder was too slippery and her momentum was going in the wrong direction. Before she could even cry out, she disappeared into the river.

He hit the frigid water right after she did, diving down into the dark blue churn. It took all of his self control not to gasp from the shock of the cold and let the icy water directly into his lungs. He looked about frantically, straining for a glimpse of her, even as he felt the river pulling him downstream at a rapid clip. When the shadowy roil of the bubbling water proved impossible to see through, he propelled himself back to the surface, gulping in air before scanning for any sign of her and shouting her name. He swam a few strokes with the current, hoping to close any distance between them, and ignored the rips and tears at his arms and legs as he was forced through thickets of downed tree branches and scraped across sharp underwater rocks.

When the river took a slight bend, he at last caught a glimpse of her amber hair and dark clothes further ahead. Her cloak had caught on some tree roots that extended out from the bank, and she struggled to keep herself afloat in the forceful rush of oncoming water that battered into her as the roots kept her anchored in place. He swam toward her as quickly as he could, his arms burning from the effort, while trying to time his strokes carefully, knowing that it would be impossible to swim back upstream against the surge of water if he missed her on the first pass.

As he neared, he yelled her name, and her eyes made contact with his just as she was finally forced below the surface, only a single extended arm remaining visible as the rest of her sank. He reached for that arm, willing his muscles to stretch just a little further and a little faster, and was flooded with relief as he felt his hand close around her wrist. He yanked her back up and looped her arm around his neck while his other hand caught hold of the tree roots. With her clutching on to him, he was able to disentangle her cloak and slowly pull them, inch by inch, along the roots and toward the riverbank. At last, his feet touched solid ground, and he lurched forward out of the water, dragging them both onto the muddy, grassy earth at the river’s edge.

He lay still, trying to breathe out the panic that had taken over from the moment he saw her foot begin to slide, but the sound of coughing roused him from his own recovery. He reached over to turn her on her side, and she choked out several mouthfuls of river water before pulling herself up on an elbow, gasping and panting. Her eyes were wide and her lips were tinged blue with cold, but she seemed otherwise unhurt. He put a hand on her shoulder.

“Mildrithe, are you alright?”

Though she couldn’t know exactly what he had said, she seemed to understand the question and slowly nodded. She inhaled a few more deep breaths, and he took quick stock of her condition and his own. Aside from numerous small bruises and cuts, neither had sustained serious injury, and, despite losing his arrows in the water, his bow and his pack were both still securely strapped to his back. But the frigidity of the water combined with the cool air of the forest was going to be a significant problem, and soon.

He abandoned any thought of continuing on that evening. They needed a fire for warmth and a place where they could shelter for the night in safety while she rested and recovered. Scanning the area, his eyes landed on a massive tree that had fallen in a storm some years ago. The old trunk, at least ten feet in diameter, had weakened over time and some kind of forest creature had burrowed a space into the softened wood at the root end. It made a little den that would be just big enough for the two of them to sit or lay comfortably out of sight. He led her there and set to work kindling a small fire at the opening of the den to bring much needed warmth into the space.

They spent the next hour sitting in silence, trying to calm their nerves in tandem with the drying of their clothes. He was surprised by how unsettled he felt, how slowly the sense of alarm in his mind and limbs faded. He was used to life or death situations and to close calls with disaster, but nearly always with other wardens or soldiers, with strong, capable companions who accepted the risks they incurred and understood the fate that awaited their spirits should the worst happen. Caring for and protecting little Mildrithe–to have a young mortal life in his hands–was entirely different, and he knew deep in his bones that to fail her would feel uniquely devastating.

For now, though, she seemed unharmed and undaunted. The color returned to her face, and she ate a few nuts and pieces of dried fruit that he produced from a well-wrapped leather pouch in his pack that had mercifully kept out most of the river water. She sat close by the fire, occasionally tossing in a small twig or dried leaf, as their little shelter filled with cozy warmth and bright stars began to appear in the darkened sky overhead. By the glow of the firelight, he could see the effect of exhaustion start to show on her. Her eyes began to droop, and her chin sank repeatedly down toward her chest only to be lifted back up again with effort moments later.

Even as she fought against her fatigue, she watched him, and he had the sense that she was waiting for some kind of cue about what to do next. He didn’t require sleep to rest himself—and even if he had, someone needed to keep watch overnight given their position on the forest floor—but he leaned back and propped his head on his pack to show her that it was time to take whatever rest she needed.

A look of obvious relief washed over her, released at last to pursue the sleep she desperately needed and wanted, but she didn’t just lay down where she sat. Instead, she moved right next to him and stretched out at his side with one small hand placed lightly on his arm, a single point of contact to reassure herself that he was still there even when her eyes were closed. Once again, he didn’t have the heart to deny her this small comfort and so he remained reclined as he was, keeping that arm still and solid beneath her hand as she quickly drifted to sleep.

While she slept, he allowed his own mind to wander off to the peaceful memories that gave him rest even as his waking eyes remained open and watchful. His heart and spirit roamed the banks of the Nimrodel with Idhrien, reliving the long walks and quiet evenings they had shared when they first met and fell in love. He could see her now, with the kindest smile he had ever known and the loveliest dark eyes in which he could see the sparkling reflection of the starlit sky. But his contented remembrances were soon interrupted by the present, where Mildrithe’s tranquil sleep was becoming ever more fitful and disturbed. She winced and flinched repeatedly, sometimes putting a hand up to shield her face and murmuring words that he couldn’t understand but had the urgent tone of distress. When one of those words emerged as a frightened cry, he lightly jostled her shoulder and called her name, hoping to put an end to the nightmare.

She sat bolt upright, casting her eyes around wildly and breathing heavily like an animal that has run fast and long to escape a predator. He put a hand under her chin to turn her face toward him, and he spoke soothing words though he knew she could not comprehend them.

“You’re safe, Mildrithe. It was only a dream. Whatever troubles you, it cannot hurt you now.”

Her eyes slowly refocused on him and the dark, quiet forest around them, the realization dawning on her that the danger she perceived had been all in her mind this time. Her desperate panting began to slow, and she dragged an arm across her eyes to wipe away a few tears that had collected in her lashes. They sat silently for several minutes as she worked to calm herself, and, when he lay back against his pack again, she also slowly lowered herself back to the ground. But her eyes remained open, her face unsettled.

He knew only one way to offer her comfort and so he extended his hand to her once more. She took it gratefully in both of hers, hugging the hand to herself, and he began to hum an old song of his childhood, one his mother had often sung to him and his brothers when it was time to rest. Several verses in, her breathing slowed and her eyes grew heavy once more, and by the end of the song she had slipped quietly back to sleep and lay dreamless til morning.

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@konartiste as requested, a little variety from our usual Rohan/Gondor diet! And @dancerinthestorm since you just read chapter 1 and it’s still fresh in your mind! 🙂

#lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #lotr fanfiction #haldir #haldir of lorien #lorien #lórien

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lovebugspots · 8 months

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How crazy can one man be?

For preface, the reader has the ability over nature. So things like plants, water, growth, healing, light are her powers. Think of a Fairy, and how Maleficent has that like golden dust.

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It was normal to be chased out by a crazed man because of being a mutant, mostly… But what was not normal, was getting chased by two super soldiers, widow, and a bird-like human? No idea.

The not-so young mutant saw them, and sprinted off when the group of heroes started chasing her, little did they know, they got the wrong mutant.

11:26 AM. June 13th.

Y/n was trying to have a somewhat nice day. Just trying to get her weekly shopping done, getting groceries, some new books, new cleaning products and laundry. But before she even got into the local grocery store she heard loud footsteps.

She turned around and saw the group of men and one woman all staring at her. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rodgers, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff. “Earths Mightiest Heroes”.

Y/n knew better then to run, usually.

But this wasn’t the case, Barnes started chasing her so quickly she ran and she heard his rough voice bark out.

“Get back here!”

“I’ll pass!”

She screamed back and started running as fast as she could, adrenaline pumping through her blood as her heart beat quickens.

She pumped her arms and her legs as she dodged the poor men and woman just trying to shop.

“Sorry! Oh shit! Sorry kid!”

She yelled apologetically as she body slammed a kid on accident…She looked back and saw that all of them started chasing her while The Falcon was sin the sky. So, in the heat of the moment she created a bomb out of her magic golden glitter, and threw it up.

“What the fuck?!”

Sam yelled as he descended from the sky, slamming down on the top of the building. He definitely now had a few broken ribs.

Y/n kept running, and unsurprisingly, the only person left running was Bucky. He still yelled for her to stop, but she didn’t. The adrenaline was starting to wear off as she got tired, her lungs hurting and sweat stuck to her skin. Her clothes now felt sticky, and gross.

Bucky to advantage of that and ran up to her and jumped on her, pinning her to the ground.

“Ma’am you are arrested for- oh shit.”

His beautiful steel blue eyes, they now were filled of regret. His pupils small and he got off of her.

“Oh my god…I-I am so, so, sorry. We thought you were…someone else…”

He professed, he got off of her, he helped her up. Y/n…wasn’t happy…

“Excuse me?”

Y/e/c was filled with unadulterated rage, he thinks that he can just say ‘I’m sorry for chasing you even though you aren’t the right person’ and she would accept?

“Did you say ‘wrong person?’”

She spat out and puts her hands on her hips. He grimaced and nodded, he wasn’t happy either, he was ashamed.

“I-I did-“

She cut him off quickly, and seethed out bitterly.

“So are the Avengers after mutants as well?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed and she backed away from him, but her shakes his head and said softly.

“No not at all! I-I though, I mean, we, thought you were Mystique…”

Y/n’s eyes soften at that name, an old friend of hers, Raven.

“Raven?”

“Yes! You know her?”

“Of course…her death was impacting to all.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, his lips parted but he stammered out…

“Death..? She…died?”

Y/n nodded, she walked up to him and said.

“1992, Jean killed her.”

All Bucky could do was nod, he bit his lip and looked up at her. She sighed and asked delicately.

“Why are you after her?”

Bucky sighed, it was private S.H.E.I.L.D information. But she deserved to know.

“There have been reports about a shapeshifter, and the only person we could point to was her…”

He paused then continues softly.

“But her death isn’t in the system?”

Y/n nodded and answered.

“Xavier said nothing, so mutants wouldn’t get more hate then we already do…”

Bucky sighed and nodded, understanding her words. He stood up fully and puts his flesh hand (his right) out to shake with hers.

“I’m sorry about that. But I’m James, James Buchanan Barnes. But call me Bucky.”

He expressed, giving a beautiful smile…a smile that gave Y/n butterflies. She shakes the feeling off and puts her hand in his.

“Y/n Máxima, just call me Y/n.”

She smiles softly, shaking his hand.

Little did she know, he had the butterflies too. Except it was the ones where he wanted to puke from how harsh they were.

“What a beautiful name…”

He mumbled softly and takes his hand away, and he added softly.

“Hopefully I see you in the near future, Mrs. Máxima…”

She immediately missed his warm, and calloused hand. But all she did was smile and said.

“You will, I assure you of it.”

She looked around and when she looked back at him…he was gone.

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Hii this is my first work, not the best, but it was on my phone and I am way better with a computer. I will definitely make a part two when I’m not busy <3

And I will take requests, and such. I can do other MCU characters but I am in the process on working on my blog. So please be patient. :)

Much love-

Ry 🩵

#bucky x y/n #bucky banres #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #mcu x reader #mutant #x men comics #marvel #magic #love

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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years

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Sneaky Suspicions

Elvis x Reader

Summary: You kissed Elvis on a whim thinking you’d never do it again in your lifetime. Why would you ever think he’d show up at your door begging for you to kiss him again? Maybe because that’s what currently lies in front of you.

Note: This is my first smut in a LONG time. I apologize for any cringe! I had this in my drafts for awhile but I’m still working on chapter 4! Enjoy, lovies! (This can be any iteration of Elvis you want btw!)

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Part 2 ;)

Warnings: FILTH; NO MINORS! If you are uncomfy with smut I suggest not reading this entirely!

“Elvis if my mama finds out you’re here,” you let out an exasperated sigh as he continued to smirk,” you wipe that smirk of your face, Presley!” He chuckled and placed his hands on your waist.

“C’mon, baby. You were at my show last night practically askin’ me to come find you again. That kiss…Darlin’, you can’t lie and say there wasn’t a spark.” His hands started to make their way to your ass as he continued his unwavering attempt to get your guard down.

“E-Elvis we kissed. That’s it! Why would someone like you care about someone like m- ahhh!” A sultry moan is ripped out of your mouth as his lips assault your neck. His hands beginning to grasp and massage at your backside. You placed your hands on his chest and weakly pushed. Your legs shook like the water beds you saw on TV. You felt your protests become mute as he began to leave marks in his wake.

“Please, baby. Lord, I can’t imagine how the rest of you tastes. I’ve wanted you bad, Y/N.” His normally icy blue eyes seemed to darken as they met your E/C docile ones. You felt yourself slip a little bit forward on the step you were on and he smiles.

“M-My room is the second on the right. Don’t waste anymore time, Elvis.” He didn’t need another word as he scooped you up into his arms. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you thought. You were FINALLY going to sleep with Elvis Presley. Who the hell did you think you were? He closes your door and you find your heart beating faster than ever before.

“That dress looks sinful on that body of yours, lil’ mama. Lord knows I wanna rip it off ya.” He pushes you lightly to lay on the bed and you comply. You find comfort in the smell of his cologne as it invades your bedroom. He smiles as he gazes upon your body.

“Please, Elvis. I need you so badly right now.” Your breath comes out in short breaths as he crawled up your body. He blew his warm breath along the column of your neck. You shiver, pulling him closer instinctively.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m tryna keep myself calm but god you look like an angel.” He pulled the top of your bodice down. He sighed before he attacked your chest in love bites. You arch your back as he catches your nipple in his mouth. You whine as he bites down softly. Your hands thread through his raven hair and tug slightly. He gives the same attention to your other nipple. You arch into his body , yearning for more. He leads his kisses down your stomach. He pushes the bottom of your dress up and bites at your thighs. He pushed your panties to the side and circled his finger around your neglected clit. Thought you were trying to regain your senses. You were a waitress at a local diner in Memphis. How come Elvis was so interested in you of all the girls he could ever have?

“E-Elvis. W-We can’t my ma-” You grab his face and kiss him wildly. His tongue slipping into your awaiting mouth. Your body acting on its own will. Your senses really failed you on this one. Your mama was gonna kill you if she found out ‘Elvis THE Pelvis’ was in your bed!

“Calm down, sweetheart. You’re flutterin’ like a bird. You are so wet.” He whispered and continued his worship of your body with his mouth. A whimper left your lips as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. His warm breath hitting your pussy, a quiver running through you.

“Elvis, please.” Your voice shook as he continued to tease around the spot you needed him most. He really was going to tease you like you teased him with that kiss last night.

“Keep sayin’ my name, darlin’.” The feeling of his tongue between your thighs made you squeal. Licking up your wet folds as he sucked onto your sensitive clit. Your hand gripped his hair again as you tried to make sense of the ramblings coming out of your mouth. If you weren’t already crying out the groan that fell from his lips as you pulled his hair would have made you scream. He pressed his mouth as close as he could get into your folds like you were his last meal.

“Elvis. Babyyy. Slow d-down. Oh god.” You felt the vibrations of his moans and growls in your pussy as he never missed a beat. He gripped your thighs as you tried to pull away slightly. His nose pressed against your clit as he heard your moans get higher and louder. He pulls away for a second panting like a beast. You bit your lip.

“You taste divine, baby. C’mon, cum for me, darlin’.” he dove right back between your thighs, scared he might miss too much of your exquisite taste. A burning sensation started to form in your lower abdomen. Your hips began to buck against his face as he became more desperate in his ministrations. You felt your orgasm nearing and you threw your head back. A finger pressed against your opening and you cried out. You nodded when he prodded a second finger to your entrance.

“I-I’m gonna- fuck-” Elvis groaned as you began to push at his head as your body shook with extreme pleasure. He lifted his head from beneath your thighs and shot you a glossy smirk.

“Damn, baby. You taste amazing-” You cut him off by colliding his lips with yours. Anything to keep this moment in your brain. The taste of yourself veiled on his tongue and lips. He smiles into the kiss and pulls away, standing up. Before he can adjust himself you fall to your knees in front of him. His adamant protests die in his throat as you rub him through his suit pants.

“C’mon, Elvis. Can’t I have a little fun now?” You begin to unzip his pants as his breath quickens at your words. Pulling his cock out you give it a chaste kiss to the tip. Your hand stoking him up and down. Elvis inhales a quick breath of air as you giggle.

“Keep lookin’ up at me like that darlin’. Fuck, you look sinful, baby.” You smiled before wrapping your lips around his cock. You flatten your tongue dragging it along the base up to the tip. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head, a loud groan leaving his pink lips.

You pull away as he takes a deep breath. His wide dark lust filled eyes meeting yours. You pumped his cock in your hands, sticking your tongue out to slip around the head. His breath gets caught in his throat as his hands move to the back of your head. His fingers collecting your hair into a fist. You giggle and relax the back of your throat before taking a deep breath yourself. Hope he was ready. You gag as he thrusts into your awaiting mouth. Saliva pooling around his cock and your mouth as he all but sobs into the silence of you bedroom. His eyes never leave your lips as your lips graze the base of his cock. His mind becoming numb as he can only think of the feeling of your throat.

“Holy shit, baby. I-I thought you ain’t ever been with- fuck.” You look up at him and his hips stutter forward. A whiny moan leaves your mouth, sending a vibration through Elvis. You nod at him as he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. Strings of curses and mumbled words of praise tumble out of his mouth.

“So good for me.”

“Fuck, lil’ mama. Your mouth feels like heaven.”

“That’s my girl.”

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” He gasps as you seemingly take him deeper into your throat. He looks down at you once again, his eyes rolling back as you stare right back. His body begins to shake and his hands leave the back of your head. His climax hitting him as you continued your ministrations. He soon pulls you off with a pop. You kiss the sensitive tip once more as he winces at the feeling.

“Was that kiss last night worth it, Elvis Presley?” He chuckles pulling you closer to his body, once again laying you on your bed. His lips find solace against yours. You feel yourself become dizzy with desire as he ground his cock against you.

“It was so damn worth it, darlin’.” He begins to growl into your mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist. God, you never wanted this to end-

“Y/N L/N! Have you seen that Presley boy is in town again?! Damn greasers! Y/N?” Your mama’s voice rang through the house and you flinched. Of course, right when you're getting down to it, wait your mama’s home! Your eyes widen and Elvis breathily chuckles in your ear. You try pushing him off of you so you could think of a paln but he’s still grinding against you. He moans as you try to still his hips.

“Shh! We gotta get you outta here, Presley!”

“Not without another round!”

“Elvis!”

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radiantteacup · 8 months

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Albedo for nsfw alphabet?

✧.*Orgasm, vulgar language, mentions of gentle sex, male masturbation, Oral, just generally dirty, but everything is consensual ofc!

༊*·˚ This one probably has some hot takes, but this is just how I perceive him!

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ Albedo Kreideprinz

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Albedo prioritizes your comfort. He's the type to immediately clean you up after sex. He'll run you a nice warm bath, maybe even putting some lavender scented Epsom Salt in there to soothe your muscles. He probably wont get in the bath with you however, opting to sit outside the tub and help you wash yourself up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His : His favorite body part on himself is probably his hands. He loves how much pleasure he can bring you just by using his hands, whether it be to pound his fingers into your warm cunt until you cum, or to choke you while he splits you open on his cock. <3

Yours: He loves your thighs. When he's exhausted from climbing up and down Dragonspine nothing is better than falling asleep on the soft flesh of your thighs, and when he's fucking his fat cock into your tight little pussy he loves watching the way they bounce with the rough slap of his hips against your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He LOVES the way your body looks covered in his warm cum. The sight of the milky substance covering your soft tummy drives him nuts!

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'll never admit it, but when you decide to take control, demanding he get you off by whatever means necessary, it really turns him on. The indignant gleam in your eyes as you point to the ground between your spread legs, insisting he eat you out, makes his cock twitch in his pants.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't see Albedo being very experienced before you meet him. Most of what he knows it stuff he's learned through rendezvous with you. When you first start dating and having sex, he's clumsy, not to sure what to do, but don't worry, he's a fast learner!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes having you beneath him in classic doggy. His strong hands will hold your waist as his hips and balls smack against your ass. His head is thrown back, moans escaping his pretty lips, and if he's particularly sensitive that day you might even see a few pleasurable tears slips down his plump cheeks.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He doesn't talk or joke much during sex, he's too focused on bringing you both pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubes are a darker blonde than the rest of his hair. He trims it regularly, but its still a little messy down there, however he's very clean.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Albedo can be VERY romantic during sex, for him it truly is a expression of love. He's relatively vanilla because of this, he just wants to make both of you feel good, because he loves you so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very frequently, I think. He strikes me as the kinda guy with a low libido, and when he does get horny it's normally because you've done something to turn him on. That being said, he does pleasure himself every once in a while.

Albedo had been stuck up in DragonSpine for some weeks now, the weather had been particularly harsh recently leaving him unable to trek down the mountains. He misses you, he hasn't seen or spoken to you since he got up here, no bird could handle the weather conditions for long enough to send you a letter. He finds himself incredibly frustrated by week three. He wants to feel your hands on him again, and wants to hold you too. He's uncertain how long it will be until he see's you again, and the portraits he'd been painting of you while stuck weren't cutting it anymore. Late one night, after a particularly erotic dream he just can't help himself anymore. He slips one of his hands into his boxers, pulling his cock from its restraints. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back he imagines his hand is your own. He desperately fists his cock, just trying to get to his high, ashamed enough as it is. His lab is filled with the sounds of him thrusting up into his hand, wet squelching sounds permeating the air around him. He pulls his shirt up between his teeth, watching as precum dribbles from his flushed cock head. Quiet moans escape between the fabric as his orgasm approaches, creeping up on him. His eyes drift to his most recent painting of you, your gorgeous smile staring back at him as he whimpers. He throws his head back as a rough wave of euphoria crashes into him. His warm ropes of cum cover his hand and stomach, thick drops falling onto his lap as he tries to catch his breath.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I said before he's pretty vanilla, focusing more on the romantic aspect of sex. However, he has a weak spot for some light choking, he likes it because it shows that you trust him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He LOVES to fuck you in his lab. His experiments are his adventures, and experimenting with your body it no different. That being said he also enjoys the usual places, such as in bed or in the bath.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He lives for the build up. A candle lit dinner at your favorite restaurant, followed by a soothing bath, and there's no better ending to a beautiful night than a round or two of beautiful love making.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He refuses to actually hurt you in any way. He loves you, and greatly fears ever doing anything that could bring you harm, this includes any kind of painful bedroom play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he prefers receiving, he thinks you look so pretty on your knees for him. It's a vulnerable and precarious position, so the fact that you enjoy doing this for him makes his heart flutter,

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slower, more sensual sex. He wants to bask in every moment of pleasure with you, pressing kisses to your face and whispering how much he loves you in between them.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan, but is done for it every once in a while, however only if you initiate it. He'll never ask you for a quicky, he doesn't like to rush his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really a risk taker, prefers to play it safe. He has two assistants and a little girl who are constantly seeking him out, he would be mortified if you two were ever caught, especially if it's Klee.

He's down to experiment, but probably only if you're asking to.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Prefers just one or two rounds, not really a marathon sex kinda guy. One or two to make sure you're both satiated it perfect to him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't mind if you own or use them, but he doesn't own or use any himself. Not his kinda play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not super into teasing you, but thinks it's attractive when you tease him, he loves the chase.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries to muffle most of his noises, but he's a moaner for sure. They're lower moans, but still definitely still moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He finds you most beautiful when you're just comfortable, for example, when you're lazing around the house in a baggy shirt and oversized sweat pants. It shows him you're comfortable with him, and that makes him want to love you, to show you he loves you no matter what.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a lot of lean muscle, not bulky, doesn't have abs just those like two lines on both sides of his stomach yk? He's not super thick, but it's got decent length, like 5.5 inches hard. His shaft is pretty and pale, and his tip is a pretty peach pink.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said, he has a relatively low libido. Like sex like once a week after a long work week, but probably will only initiate it himself after like two.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very soon after, he cleans you up first and foremost. When you're both clean, he likes to just hold you in his arms, maybe even with you cockwarming him, while he basks in your presence.

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dcfanficsgallore · 6 months

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Didn't plan for this

Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader

2859 words

TW: Broken Leg, Hospitals, Reader overthinks everything

Masterlist

Summary: You have only seen a handful of times and have been trying to get her attention ever since, when a disaster occurs, it finally makes her look at you and talk.

A/N: This fanfic doesn't use the usual quotes to show character speaking. Instead they'll use a - to show that they are speaking and every new line of dialogue is a new paragraph. Also English isn't my first language. Enjoy! X3 <33

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Being a demigod in a world that gets invaded by aliens every other week and seems to have a new super-whatever everyday is pretty normal. Especially if you’re a child of Athena, like me…

We don’t get powers like the children of Zeus or the innate charisma of the Apollo kids, but we’re not as insufferable as the Aphrodite Spawn (Long story), we’re just… Pretty smart and can understand stuff that most can’t. When I was a kid my teachers always told my mortal mom that I was ‘gifted’, my mom knew it was always truer than what they intended, but she never told me about it. Nor about my Godly mom…

Usually when an alien attack happens or a supervillain breaks from prison I tend to help the people around me get to safety and prepare all my contingencies for if the threat gets too close, I only had to use a couple of my plans once, that was a mess! But it made me learn that Plan C and Plan T should not be anywhere near each other. Other than that I just wait until the danger is over and maybe, kinda, try to see if she is taking care of the mess.

Of all the children of Zeus, she is the best. Most caring, most humble, the prettiest, and just all around good person. I only met THE Wonder Woman once, and since then I’ve been trying to get her attention the only way a daughter of Athena like me can… I’ve been sending contingency plans to the Justice Hall in hopes one of them will make them want to talk to me and talk about it. You might say it’s pointless, Batman is the best planner in the world, and to that I say: Maybe he would like someone to delegate a few of his responsibilities to… You never know.

It was during one of my walks to my job that I felt it.

Earthquakes

No worries, those happen all the time in New York. I have nothing to fear, just a mild-

Another one, Bigger

Again, not enough to trigger my alarms, but enough to make me start walking slower… And check my bag to see if everything is with m-

A third one, and this time I fall over

Alright. That’s cause for concern, I start sprinting towards my job while grabbing all the stuff I need to start Plan E.

As I turn a corner expecting to see the street to the building I work at, I am startled back by a falling lamp post.

This is bad

As I enter the building I see Ana, the secretary, ushering people out the building.

- How is it looking? - I ask her as another earthquake begins and doesn’t seem to stop.

- There’s still people inside - She looks at me with a worried expression - You might have to bring out Plan H - She says.

Ana is my best friend and that gives her the privilege of a binder with all my plans so she can help me choose one in big stress situations. That’s still not enough because she just suggested the Bird People Protocol, but I get the gist of what she wants.

- I think you might be right - I say not wanting to get into an argument of my plans with her right now

Being a prepared Child of Athena is very helpful when you're the Chief of Security of the company. I take a deep breath, say a little prayer to my mom hoping for a little luck to get inside and not die. And go in…

The first thing I see as I go through the doors is the bottom floor is collapsing. I rush a couple people out while I make my way to my office, in there I’ll find everything to hopefully save everyone. I just have to go up two floors, the elevators are a bust and a death trap. So the stairs are gonna be my friends.

As I start going up I hit a couple buttons on the wall to trigger the slides that help people go down the stairs faster, (hey, it works for airplanes and they were cheap to install. Just a button and they self inflate).

When I open the door to the second floor I am met by so many people that are injured. I go to usher them to the slides, after finding a couple interns that are so scared but not that bad physically and instruct them on what to do once they get down and keep moving towards my office.

I begin to see my office, it's right there, just a few more moments and everything will be fi-

feel a lot of pain and a crack coming from behind me

Something fell on me. I look back and see that my leg is stuck between a stone pillar and the floor. I feel a lot of pain, but I can't stop. I've already sent everyone on this floor down and there are more above me. If I give up now I’ll die along with everyone else, that’ll not be something that a Demigod will be doing today, I tell myself.

I start to try to lift the pillar with all my strength, it’s hard, it might be impossible, I start thinking of ways to maybe leverage a piece of debris as maybe a lever when the pillar starts to float? It’s not floating, someone picked it up. But who..?

It’s her, in all her glory. She looks exactly like I remember, the black locks of hair flowing, the tiara reflecting the little light inside this crumbling building, her golden lasso on her hand and the pillar on the other, she lifting it like it doesn’t weigh anything. Her ocean blue eyes that are looking directly into my soul, her furrowed brows like she’s mad? Wait, no, she IS mad!

- What are you doing! - She says with an alarm in her tone - I was helping the people off the building when I saw you running INTO it? What are you trying to do?

The reality of the situation finally hits me and I say

- Help me. My office. I can help… - I say with difficulty as my leg starts to hurt a lot more now that the big rock was removed.

She looks at me like I just grew frog legs beneath the pillar, not understanding why I’m trying so hard to go even deeper into the crumbling building.

I say it one more time and she seems to snap out of it.

- What are we looking for? - She says as she picks me up bridal style and starts sprinting into the room. Even with a broken leg I manage to get flustered, but quickly dismiss it as I get my head back in the game

I push myself down and limp to my desk, opening a drawer and pushing a button labeled ‘U’.

Immediately the result can be felt as dozens of inflatable slides appear going from every single window sill, out of seemingly thin air, and gives everyone on the above floors a chance to take a faster way down. But not everything can go according to plan as life constantly likes to remind me. The slide on my window did not trigger so I think I’m stuck until I feel myself being picked up again and my heroine jumps out of the window landing safely with me in her arms.

After that she puts me down on a sidewalk and says

- That was incredibly smart, aren’t you the woman that always has a plan? - She says, and I’m a little upset that that’s how she remembers me.

- Yeah, that 's me. A daughter of Athena trying her best - I say before my leg starts to demand more of my attention and I whimper a little

- Oh your leg! Right! - She says before picking me up again and without all the smoke and panic I can actually feel her muscles and smell a little perfume, strawberry? Maybe Daisy? Maybe alcohol? Wait… That’s the ambulance, I’m in the ambulance getting alcohol rubbed on my leg by a paramedic, staring into her sapphire eyes and she’s saying something... Oh shit she said something!

- Sorry what? - I say trying to cool my nerves from seeing her again

- I said I’ll be right back to check on you, these quakes are not natural. The League is currently stopping the cause of it but there are still civilians trapped in building that don’t have slides that help them get down - She smiles a little and it’s the prettiest smile I have ever seen

- Yeah, it’s cool, you’re a hero and all that - Say in an effort to look casual in the face of all this

A few hours later I had to be taken to the hospital to get my leg on a cast and suspended above me on the bed that I’m laying down on. Ana made it out without any serious injuries and is keeping me company, and by company I mean she’s currently hearing me be anxious about my meeting with The Wonder Woman.

- She said she would check on me later - I say for what’s probably the thousandth time

- Yup, but when she said you were on the street getting tended to by an EMT. Now she probably has no idea where you - She keeps trying to manage my expectations.

- But look at the TV Ana, a lot of people need help, she’s probably helping them. and this is one of the only hospitals that didn’t seem to be that affected by the quake! - I reason with her.

- Why do I keep getting into arguments with you? - she says with a long sigh - Damn Owl Spawn - she says with a smirk that gets wiped by the pillow I throw on her face

- Because you live in hope that you can win! - I tease back and am promptly met by the same pillow hitting my face.

-But seriously Y/N - She says looking at me - I wouldn’t get my hopes up, she’s a superhero. She’ll probably be busy until the next morning and then she’ll probably go back to her place and sleep for a long time, maybe she’ll forget.

- I can still hope, right? - I say a little sadly to Ana who nods and pulls me into a hug

- You should get some rest Bird Brain, I’ll be here if you need anything - Ana says, going to turn off the light and heading to her chair next to my bed.

- Fine - I say as the day finally catches up to me and I fall asleep almost immediately

It’s probably not until around 4 A.M when I hear a little tapping on my hospital window, at first I think I’m dreaming because I’m quite a way high up on this hospital, I would say about 30,5 meters away from ground level. But then I hear it again

tap tap tap

Okay, that’s not a dream. I take my leg off the suspension gently so as to not hurt myself and open the curtain to see… HER! She’s flying and staring at me through the window looking a bit shy, if I were to guess.

- You’re here!? - I open the window and question a little too happy about this meeting

- I told I would be - she smiles - How are you doing? - she questions looking at my cast.

- I’m doing fine - I shrug - The drugs help with the pain and I heal quite fast.

- Right, you’re also a demigoddess - she says with a smile - So am I.

- You are? You mean you’re not a goddess? - I ask and immediately regret it. You don’t ask a pretty woman that? Are you nuts? I say to myself thinking she’ll be put off by my comment and fly away. But to my surprise, she laughs and it’s the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard.

- No no, I’m the daughter of Zeus with the queen of the amazons, Hippolyta - She says in a casual way like that wasn’t a huge bombshell for me to discover

- That’s so cool - I say after making myself pick my jaw from the floor - Would you… ummm… Would you like to come in? - I ask her and to my surprise she accepts

The first thing I notice when she comes in is how tall she is, I think I would’ve figured out she was an Amazon with enough time, I quickly notice that she’s probably 6,2 inches, which makes me feel fuzzy inside. The next thing I notice is how strong she is. When she went inside, she picked me up by my side and sat me down on the bed before finally touching the floor.

I realize I’m staring again and that I missed what she was saying, again! This never happens to me.

- I’m so sorry, I was distracted, what did you say? - I say hoping she doesn’t think I’m always like this.

- I just asked if she’ll wake up anytime soon. - She repeats without a hint of annoyance. Gesturing to Ana sleeping on the chair in a position that doesn’t seem that comfortable but I’m not one to judge.

- Oh Ana? No, she only wakes with her alarm or when stuff is thrown at her - I say chuckling.

There’s an awkward silence before she clears her throat and says

- I’m Diana, by the way, Diana Prince - she says putting her hand out - I just wanted to say that the fact that you went inside the collapsing building when you could’ve turned the other way and ran, really impressed me.

I blush very hard when she says that, then I shake her hand and say

- I’m Y/N Y/L/N, it really means a lot to me that you found that impressive. And just so you know, running was not an option, that building had so many contingencies inside it I needed to know that one of them worked. If I didn’t try my own plans what kind of child of wisdom would I be? - I say while shaking her hand

- Hm, does your mother require that of all her children? - She asks almost concerned

- No, not at all. She doesn’t even talk to us! - I say without thinking, this woman makes me so flustered my brain stops working I swear! - It’s more, like an itch. An itch in the back of your mind that doesn’t go away if you don’t test your contraptions

- She doesn’t talk to you? I’m sorry… - She says with sympathy on her voice

-Don’t be - I wave it off - She’s a goddess, she probably has more important things to do. Besides, I got my smarts and that’s all I need. - I say shuffling on the bed and putting my foot back in it’s place.

She sits next to me and says

- It’s still sad that our parents don’t talk to us

I shrug before gathering my courage and finally asking

- Why’d you come to see me? I’m sure you meet people that are more interesting than me everyday and it’s not like you owe me or anything, you saved life twice today and now you’re here checking on me. Why? - I ask and she thinks for a moment before smiling and… Wait, is she blushing?

- Well it’s simple really, I was very impressed by the fact that you had a protocol in place for such an event and had the guts to go in and make sure it went accordingly that I wanted to maybe see if you were interested in… Showing me some of your plans - That last part seemed to catch her off guard, but I’ll never say no to someone willing to listen to my plans so I get very excited.

- Yeah, sure, of course! I’ll probably be out of the hospital in a couple of days, maybe less if I can convince the docs I’ll take it easy. - I agree a little too fast, but I don’t care. Diana wants to see my plans! - Here’s my number - I give her my number scribbled on a piece of paper I got in my bag - Give me a call please, and we’ll set it up. - I say a little too eager and failing miserably to be cool

- Yeah, sure - she says, accepting the paper and… She is definitely blushing! - I’ll give you a call, and we’ll set up our date… - She stops herself after she says that - I mean, like a friend date.

- I can accept a date - I blush and nod and look away, trying everything I can to not look her in those sapphire eyes

She gets up and goes to the window but before she looks at me and says.

- I hope I get to see you soon - she says before flying off into the distance

a- Same - I say before snuggling in my bed ready to dream about her but not before hearing

- I heard the whole thing! - Ana says before receiving a face full of pillow.

- We’ll talk in the morning - I say ending the conversation.

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Chapter 2

A/N: Some might call Y/N Paranoid, she would say prepared ;)

#wonder woman x reader #diana prince x reader #wonder woman fanfic #my fic #DianaSimp #justice league fanfic #wonder woman #diana of themyscira #diana prince #diana of themiscyra #wonder woman x you

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sio-writes · 1 year

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Movie Night

I challenged myself to write a short blurb in under 1k words, and we capped in at 998 (hell yeah!)

I've been inspired by my writing buddies in the fantasci discord server, so have a bit of a Hero/Villain interaction. It's a bit out of my usual wheelhouse but I think I did the concept some justice! There's some mild swearing but that's all c:

The steam from the shower nearly chokes the small apartment, but Hero wouldn’t turn down the temperature if their life depended on it. It’s the easiest way to release the tension in their joints, ease the tightness of their muscles after beating back Supervillain for the third time this week. It was a victory hard-won, and Hero was still finding bruises and scrapes that they hadn't felt during the heat of battle.

The shower also acts as a ritual of sorts, one that started out of necessity - saving a city was a hard job, and then as Hero got better at that job, the ritual just kind of stuck.

Scrubbed and dry with fresh bandages over the worst of the injuries, Hero knocks back several ibuprofen and changes into pajamas. The fight took everything out of them, and they want nothing more than to relax for the rest of the evening.

Which of course invites a knock on their door, and Hero knows exactly who it is. They barely have a chance to unlock the door before Villain pushes past them and into the apartment. They pace the small living room as Hero closes and locks the door, then turns an accusing finger in Hero's direction. "I can't believe you!"

"You saw the fight, huh?" Hero asks, leaning on one shoulder against the wall. "I assume you have notes?"

Villain's eyes widen, indignant. "You bet your ass I do! Never fight Supervillain alone, your own words! And what do I see on TV first thing in the morning? You! Being flattened into the fucking Metrix high-rise!"

Hero cringes, hating that Villain is right. "It's not like I planned it. I did call for help, but by the time everyone else got there, Supervillain was long gone." They shrug, and the movement pulls at a nasty gash over their back that makes them wince. They kick off the wall to step around Villain, and then flop dramatically onto the couch, ignoring Villain's increasingly indignant stare. Standing takes effort, plus it hurts, so if Villain wants to yell at them more, they'll have to do it from down here.

"Don't you care that they might--"

"Wanna watch a movie?" Hero interrupts, reaching for the remote.

Villain sputters for a second, but this song and dance is nothing new for either of them. One gets hurt, the other gets upset, they brush it off and continue on. So after a long-suffering stare, an arm movement like they're a bird taking flight, and a hefty sigh, Villain drapes themself over Hero's couch as Hero fiddles with the channels.

“Anything but the news,” Villain says.

Hero flips to a channel playing a movie— they haven't seen a proper movie in months— and Villain grunts their approval.

Normally, Hero enjoys war movies, but those pain pills kick in fast, and before the opening credits are over, Hero’s already struggling to pay attention. It's an older movie, made in the 70's, something about the Cold War, and there's so much talking and so little action that Hero is fighting to stay awake, until Villain starts on a tirade.

"It's just like the government, eh? Fuckin' politicians, they just waltz all over--"

Hero groans, thumping Villains leg with their fist. "Knock it off. I heard nothing but this all damn day."

Villain scoffs, cutting off their rant but still broadcasting their frustration. They turn their attention back to the movie, and in sympathy, Hero pats their knee where it's draped over their own legs. "Things'll get better, you know they will."

Villain scrunches their face in displeasure, sinking into the couch as they cross their arms over their chest. "Not fast enough. People are dying."

Hero sighs through their nose, fond yet exasperated. This argument never seems to stale, no matter how often it comes up. They never reach an agreement, only until they run out of talking points and one gives up. Currently Hero is in the lead at 43-42.

At a commercial break, Villain reaches out to gently brush their knuckles over a large purple bruise on Hero's ankle. “This looks bad.”

Hero hums, noncommittal. Supervillain had actually broken that ankle, but with Hero's accelerated healing factor, it was back in place before they got home, and the bruise will be long gone before the weekend's over. “I mean, you saw the fight.”

“You should be more careful around Supervillain,” they say, serious. “They don’t have a conscience like I do.”

Hero scoffs, smiling. “Didn't you gut-punch me last week?”

“I was aiming for the senator," they mumble, looking down. They look back to Hero, eyes still hardened. "They’ll kill you given the chance.” Villain’s expression brokers no argument, and Hero holds their gaze for a moment. Hero’s easy smile fades, taking in the concern of Villain’s expression.

“Don’t worry about me,” Hero mumbles. “It’s part of the job.”

“An avoidable part.”

Hero rolls their eyes. "I can't just quit, and I--" Hero squints at the screen. “What the fuck is that?"

It's not a distraction this time, Hero genuinely can't make heads or tails of why this plane is sitting on its ass-end and taking off like the space shuttle.

Villain sighs, turning their head back towards the TV, and then they perk up. "Oh, that's a Lockheed XFV-1," Villain says easily before tossing back popcorn into their mouth. Hero didn't remember making popcorn, and couldn't recall Villain making any - they must've made it when Hero dozed off.

"It was made for vertical take-off and landing," Villain continues. "Like a helicopter, but shaped like a plane. Oh! That one's a Lavochkin-LA, super big during the Cold War."

Hero squints at them. "Are you a history nerd?"

Villain flushes. "Kind of? I'm not as keyed-in as some people." They snort, and their smile is lopsided. "Don't tell anyone, it'll ruin my street cred."

Hero recognizes an olive branch when they see one, and they smile easily. "I won't tell anyone. Hand me some popcorn."

#my writing #hero x villain #heroxvillain #under 1k #fantasci tumblr #I'm not sure what else to tag this as I'm usually in the monsterlover side :<#Fantasci

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 9 months

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Maybe Gideon interacting with a child/teen reader. Maybe one of the other BAU team members kid??

Jason Gideon X Niece Child Reader

Request: Maybe Gideon interacting with a child/teen reader. Maybe one of the other BAU team members kid??

I need to write more Gideon oneshots.

Third person pov...

The sun was shining, birds were singing, and the slight smell of charcoal and hamburger wafted through the air. It was a beautiful day for a BBQ at Gideon's house. It was a normal Saturday for the team and for once they actually get to enjoy their Saturday

Before the team left for home Gideon invited them and their family round for a BBQ, which surprised the team, but they all agreed.

Currently it was 11am and Gideons niece Y/N was getting ready, the kid was nervous about meeting the team as she hadn't before. The H/C girl was done with her hair and ran downstairs where her uncle was setting up the barbeque.

As she came out she ran over to her uncle. "Uncle I'm ready are they here yet!" She exclaimed making the man jump, he looked behind him and smiles at his energetic niece.

Usually she is on the quiet side but this bargeque is making her excited. "Don't worry Y/N they will ve her every soon, why don't you get some games out ti play with Jack and Henry" he suggests.

Y/Ns smiles grows even wider. "Oh yes I should do that" she said before running to the shed and getting out some games to play.

After that she helped her Uncle bring out the many chairs they need for everyone to sit outside and enjoy the sun.

Each member was bringing something, Derek and Penelope are bringing drinks for both adults and kids, Hotch and his wife Haley were bringing snacks and foodie stuff, Spencer and Emily were bringing games for the kids and anyone else to play.

Finally, JJ and Will were bringing the burgers, hotdogs and other food to be grilled so they wont run out, Henry and Jack are also coming so Y/N has kids her age to play with.

Once the clock hit 11.30am the door bell rang, Y/N jumps over to her Uncle who heard the bell and was walking back inside. "They're here they're here!" Exclaims the young girl.

Gideon laughs as he opens the door, Y/N then goes quiet and hides behind her Uncle. "Hey Gideon!" Exclaimed Derek as he walked in holding drinks for the adults.

Behind him came Penelope woth drinks for the kids "Hello sir" she says politely before running after Derek, next came JJ and Will woth Henry. JJ had the burgers and Will was holding the hot dig buns and other bits. "Thank you for inviting us" Says the Southern man walking after his wife.

After them came Spencer and Emily, "We've got games!" Exclaims the black haired woman making Henry and Penelope cheer, Spencer shook his head and set the game she bought down.

Lastly Hotch and his Wife walk in, Jack runs in and up to Henry the too boys begin talking fast. Hotch was holding snacks for everyone, as was Haley.

Once the food was put down and everyone had a drink and a place to sit, Gideon introduced them to his niece. "Everybody, this is my niece, Y/N” Gideon said, pulling the girl out from behind his legs, She was shy and timid, but the team welcomed her with open arms.

The team members all smiled and welcomed her to the gathering. Y/N seemed a bit shy, but the team was friendly and she eventually came out of her shell.

Y/N was as an only child, so she was delighted to have such a large group of people over to her uncle's house. She watched as the team ate, laughed, and talked. She was amazed by how everyone seemed to get along so well, like a family.

Throughout the day, Y/N hung around the team, listening to their stories and asking them questions.

She was especially interested in how the BAU team solved their cases. Of course her Uncle had told he rmany of them but was happy to hear them from everyone else.

As the team enjoyed their BBQ and getting to know Y/N, Hotch and JJ brought over their sons to meet Y/N, Henry and Jack instantly ran up to Y/N and they all quickly became friends.

The H/C girl lit up when she was playing with Hotch and JJ’s kids, they decided to play football, Y/N was pretty good she was always a quick runner.

The team laughed and talked as they watched the children play. This was more than just a BBQ now; it was a family gathering. Everyone was happy to have a chance to meet Gideon’s niece and relax for the day which no cases.

The sun eventually began to set and it was time for everybody to go home. One by one, the BAU team members said their goodbyes and took their leave. But before leaving, Gideon smiled and told Y/N that they would stay in touch and they would have another gathering soon.

The BAU team left Gideon’s house feeling content and special. They had all enjoyed their BBQ and meeting Y/N.

Before leaving Jack and Henry surprised their parents by hugging Y/N goodbye, each member had taken many pictures throughout the day to remember how much fun they had.

The team left with smiles on their faces. this BBQ was definitely one to remember, after clearing up Y/N was getting ready for bed when her Uncle knocked.

"Come in!" She exclaimed jumping onto her bed, Gideon walked in a smile on his usually neutral face. "Did you have fun today Y/N?" He asks her already knowing the answer.

The little girl grinned up at him. "Yes definitely the best fun I ever had Uncle" she says, Gideon then tucks her into bed.

"I'm glad, good night sparrow" he says kissing her forehead ans turning out the light. "Good night Uncle" Says Y/N before closing her eyes ans falling asleep.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot as usual so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes!

Request are open!

Wors count: 1042

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #jason gideon #jason gideon x child reader #x niece reader #jason gideon x niece reader #uncle niece fluff #family #bbq

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 9 months

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WTTT cryptid/animal hcs cuz I'm bored. Also these might make absolutely ZERO sense whatsoever, but thats fine.

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New York:

Ive decided that his cryptid/animal form is a blue jay/cat hybrid. Why? Idk tbh. We as a fandom have decided that he is a cat in human form, and the blue-jay is apparently one of the most common birds in NY (and theyre pretty as hell-). I dont really have a good reason lmao. He has the wings of a blue jay (along with some feathers around his back/neck/torso) and cat ears and tail (tho his tail has feathers on it that spread out to look like a blue jay's tailfeathers.) and claws. Also his eyes are gold and his pupils are slits :3. His claws come out of the base of his fingernails, almost like Wolverine's. His speed and agility is increased quite a bit, he can climb even better, amd hear things that he wouldn't normally be able to hear.

Louisiana:

The little voices in my head have all come together and decided that he's a gator/wolf hybrid. Wolf cuz ✨Rougarou✨ and gator cuz why tf not. He has wolf ears and tail, and gator scales on his back/neck/forearms, as well as a bit of his torso. His eyes are a bright yellow and he has slit pupils like an alligator. His teeth can very from being all sharp, or just his canines. His strength, speed, stamina, swimming and hearing/smell abilities all are increased.

Texas:

I just do what the little voices in my head tell me to. He's a deer/northern mockingbird hybrid (cuz deer are the most widespread large mammal in Texas and his state bird is the northern mockingbird). He has antlers and deer hooves and tail, as well as mockingbird wings. His hearing, speed, and jumping abilities are all increased. He's also very alert and gets scared very easily (easier than usual, and he hates it). He definitely headbutts Alaska and California and others that he's able to (some of the taller states).

Massachusetts:

To be completely honest, I haven't though too much, but I'm thinking maybe a raccoon or a chickadee. Raccoon cuz hehe funny, and chickadee cuz the black-capped chickadee is his state bird. This might be one I have to think about more tbh.

Gov:

He's an eagle, no questions asked. I mean- for God's sake he's the closest thing we have to full personification of America, so yes. He has large eagle wings and bright yellow eyes with slit pupils. His legs from the knee down can either be like eagle's legs/talons, or they can be normal, and he has talons instead of fingernails. He has feathers along his neck/back and a long the sides of his face. His speed and strength are both increased.

Alaska:

Again, the little voices are telling me that he's a polar bear/moose hybrid. Pretty much most of him is par bear, as in he has white fur on most of him, he has the claws, and white bear ears and tail and the tips of his hair are white. The moose part of him is literally just a pair of moose antlers. And his strength is heavily increased (not that that was necessary-). He has 100% headbutted Texas back and sent him for a trip.

California:

He is ✨grizzly bear✨. It just makes sense. He has the bear ears, tail, and claws. And fur along his back, torso, neck, forearms, and legs. Also he's like 10x stronger (again, not necessary :') he's already buff enough) and has definitely thrown Texas a few times.

Nevada:

Big horned sheep. He has ram horns, the legs of a ram, and a tail. And he definitely headbutts people. For funsies.

Colorado:

Basically the same as Nevada. Also he gets the munchies cuz he's high 24/7 and eats literally anything. Chair? Munch. Plastic? Munch. Rock? M u n c h.

Florida:

That's not even a question lmao. He's an alligator. He has the yellow eyes and slit pupils, alligator scales on his arms/back/legs/neck. And he's a lot stronger and can swim faster.

New Jersey:

He is a demon/devil hybrid, no questions asked. He has elf-like ears, devil horns/tail/wings, bright red eyes, sharp teeth, and black patches all over his body.

Rhode Island:

Hehe. He's a raccoon cuz i said so. And nobody is changing my damn mind. He has the floofy tail and ears and claws and teeth. He is angy short raccoon :3

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt texas #wttt massachusetts #wttt gov #wttt florida #wttt nevada #wttt colorado #wttt new jersey #wttt rhode island #wttt california #wttt alaska #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #pls feel free to draw these and tag me id love to see them

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fleecal · 1 year

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My theory about Harvey

My theory is that Harvey is immortal, maybe even the first immortal.

We know Harvey is older than most of the characters. We see them in RL: Paradise, which is implied to happen around 1796 and Harvey is still alive in the Winter of 1981 in CE: Seasons, 185 years later. And even when we stab them in the Fall of 1971, their legs are still moving if we look in the cage, which could be interpreted as they are still alive, even after being stabbed.

We have seen Harvey in an anthropomorphic bird-person form in the secret scene from CE: Birthday, in addition to their normal parrot form. Of the other anthro animal people we've seen, the only ones we know to have multiple forms at the same time are Mr. Owl and Mr. Crow (Who, as a side note, are also birds). And while we have never explicitly seen Harvey change on screen like we have with Mr. Crow and Mr. Owl, we saw Harvey in their anthro form and then right after flying away in bird form. Perhaps they were originally a bird who was given immortality like Dog but since they are older than Dog they have since learned to change form the same way Mr. Crow and Mr. Owl have. Another possibility is that Harvey was originally human but as they are older than Mr. Owl and Mr. Crow, they are able to take a fully animal form and we just have yet to see their human form. Also, we see a silhouette that looks an awful lot like Harvey in secret photos in the Underground Blossom Demo which implies that A, we are playing as Harvey again B, Harvey is not stuck in their fully bird form. Also, C, Harvey has been there for Laura since was a baby and that makes me happy.

Additionally, a few of the games (CE: Seasons, The Lake, Arles & Case 23) have four-digit codes that start with 14; 1487, 1422, 1458 and 1421, respectively. While this could be a coincidence or an idea the devs had but later dropped, I find it interesting. Nothing in-game links these numbers to Harvey, but it doesn't feel accidental that four different codes start with 14. My theory is that Harvey was born in the 1400s or just before and those years are important dates in their life. This is wild speculation but possibly after Underground Blossom, we will get a game set in the 1400s about Harvey and their history and how they became an immortal parrot. We know Harvey is a lover of music seeing as they are attracted when playing music in both CE: Seasons and CE: Paradox. The 1400s were part of the Renaissance. Perhaps Harvey was a Renaissance-era musician or belonged to one. If Harvey was originally a bird, perhaps they were used as a test subject by his owner, like Dog was by James.

Side notes: The three paintings in CE: Case 23 in Chapter 3 are Renaissance paintings, though all were painted in the 1500s. Not sure if that's relevant. Also in CE: The Mill, we see that the chapel, in which Case 23 Chapter 3 takes place, was built in 1384. It isn't in the 1400s but it's close so I am mentioning it.

Bonus: On the RL Wiki, it says Harvey's sex is "Male (Anthro Form) Female (Bird Form)". Therefore Harvey is not cis. My vote is non-binary since all the other anthro animals are called Mr. or Mrs. or Ms. but Harvey is called Harvey. I support trans rights. I also support trans wrongs (Murdering hotel guests and giving the meat to the hotel chef to serve to the remaining guests.)

In conclusion, I think Harvey is a non-binary immortal murderer from the 1400s who loves music and deserves their own game.

#rusty lake #rusty lake harvey #harvey rusty lake #harvey the parrot

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mausarchive · 1 year

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story time when i was in the first grade my mom's husband's alcoholic mom gave me a pair of binoculars as a present, like legit nice ones, and living in rural dry-red-dirt georgia i was very pleased because it meant i could go outside and eye spy for shit far away, like animals, namely birds, and see things i might not normally

what i didn't really know is that they were for long distances, not to really be used like a microscope, so for a few days, when i wasnt at school, my time was spent alternating between examining the veins (like mine) on leaves and looking straight up into trees for signs of birds or squirrels to watch

i wasnt finding anything of real interest and the novelty of the thing was starting to wear off for me so i started seeking better things to look at. id just start walking with them held up over my eyes, hoping that by chance i'd see something, convinced the binocs were still really cool and i just wasnt finding anything good

so im like. wandering the dirt road cul-de-sac and surrounding area and end up going off into the woods. ive got big boots on and everything starts getting really squelchy and im having a awful time trying to walk but im not paying attention. because the binoculars are over my eyes. so all im seeing is bark from trees. and when i finally look i realize ive walked into some kind of swamp.

my boots are getting superstuck in the mud that is up to my knees now and coming off my feet, my socks are getting muddy from losing my balance trying to get my boots back on, so i decide i need to cap up the lenses on the binoculars to let them hang around my neck so i can get the fuck back home and i end up dropping one of the lenses in the mud where it sinks away to hell and it's lost forever

so im pretty incensed now and aggravated and hot and there's a ton of humidity in this place and mosquitoes (which at this point ive grown nearly impervious to out of being so used to them, to me they weren't as bad as gnats for some reason. those annoyed me nearly to death) and i just wanted to go back home so after a great deal of fighting i managed to get out of the deep mud, into shallower mud, and finally onto solid pine needle earth. then i ran home

now being like 7 i had no sense of time, it felt equally like a long time and no time at all to me. and under the canopy of trees it was very dark. but back in the open world it was almost nighttime and i was very definitely supposed to be home. and when i got back to our brown trailer my mom was sitting on the steps smoking and waiting for me and very much wanted to know where i had been, she had been looking around for me and was about to go look again, et c.

when i told her i found a swamp (probably evident from the way my boots and legs were covered in black mud. and my hands and arms up to the shoulder. and my binoculars) she was quietly mortified and without reacting very strongly, i think to minimize my fear of what i just unknowingly had wandered around in, she informed me that the swamp was dangerous and very heavily infested with my most feared thing, snakes, specifically cottonmouth water moccasins

so needless to say i did not go back there and i got very angry with the binoculars for leading me astray and that is my story

#txt #story time

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blazingstaro · 1 year

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DotS Fun Facts Vol.1 (Long post)

In early 2018 concepts, Twyla’s earliest designs featured more draconic wings as a Relic ability, rather than the cute bird-like wings she has today! Some abilities shown here have yet to make an appearance in the comic, if not have been revised modernly! (These sketches are nearly 5 years old SHEEEEESH)

Ethonians are relatively D’nno-like, though they share a handful of differences from their shorter-lived counterparts. Ethonians share similarities with D’nnos hailing from Planet Techstar, the Snowfoot (credit: FayeleneFyre). Perhaps the Dream Makers’ way of honoring their tenacity or ingenuity. As Dreams of Spirit, they’re unanimously strong-willed in their own individual ways, passionate and occasionally stubborn. They are usually a warm and hospitable people, however, and enjoy visitors from across the stars! Ethonians are the most common Dream race across the Galaxy.

The fella I have up here as an example is a man who goes by many names, though currently he lets folks call him “Guy”! He’s bonded with a distinct spear Relic. Guy is enigmatic, so not much is known about him personally, nevertheless what Ability he may have, but it’s rumored that he once had a family of his own. What may have occurred to that potential family, however, remains as mysterious as his real name. (2022 design)

Meta Knight is a skilled chef of at least 3 varying cuisines, and is exceptional at baking— the latter of which being among his indulgent favorites when nobody’s around to see him. He’ll also take any opportunity to wear a different hat or switch around his outfit. Always gotta look fresh! Though the hats he wears tend to be his own brand of merchandise. (2019 sketches)

Slinx (the giant purple cat-thing) is the average size for your traditional 4-legged Dappermau! They come in a bipedal variety as well, but tend to be smaller than their more beastly brothers and sisters. Slinx himself is about 1/4 pure Dappermau, inheriting his grandfather’s colors. Over the centuries, Dappermau have evolved from a mouse-like appearance to a strong variation of animal-like shapes and sizes!

Squire (pink Kibble-looking gal with the orange ponytail), although quite small, is about average size as well for her race, the militant Faelynx. Twyla (purple Puff) well below average size for an 11-year-old Fintan (yellow Waddle Dee) is about normal for a 12-year-old (he has yet to hit a growth spurt, which in comparison to everyone else, won’t do him much good, but he’ll sure feel proud of himself) (2021 designs)

(2019 sketches) Early draft/study for DotS’ King Arthur! I wanted to do something different with him, so I came up with this! There’s story reasons behind his full-body armor, but he also makes use of it to walk about in public unrecognized. He also likes to dye his hair various colors, but lately he’s been enjoying the color green! C:

Here’s his latest design, made in 2022! Here, you can see his natural hair color! Ain’t he just cute? <3

#Hoshi no Kirby #kirby oc #meta knight #sir arthur kirby #dreams of the stars #dreams #oc fun facts #original species #meta shamelessly wears his own merch to advertise it #he'll make it look good #everyone in his crew has at least one MK merch item as part of their 'uniform'#king arthur #arthur is baby

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spooniechef · 1 year

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Roast Chicken (1 spoon)

That thing I reblogged the other day about how a roast is basically perfect spoonie food is entirely right. It’s fairly simple - just involves a bit of seasoning and sticking something in the oven for awhile while you do something else. It makes a lot of food all at once, so you don’t have to cook again for awhile. Best of all, the leftovers can be used in all sorts of ways, not just as A Roast Dinner. Sandwich fillings is one of the most common ones, but the meat from a roast can also go into risotto, student alfredo (or whatever Hoover stew equivalent we’re going with), fried rice, paella, basically nearly anything you like. Plus, while the initial outlay is a bit of sticker shock, given how much you can get out of a roast means you’re probably spending less money for more food, especially since you can get away with using cheaper cuts of meat if you’re slow-roasting.

The first thing I learned to roast myself was whole chicken. As with everything else, there are as many ways to roast a chicken as there are people, so I’ll provide the basics for how I do it, and a lot of notes.

Here’s what you’ll need:

1 whole chicken

1 tbsp vegetable oil (or garlic puree)

1 tbsp salt (other spices optional)

Fruit / vegetables / herbs for stuffing (see notes)

While stuffing’s generally seen as a side dish, that can be baked in the oven separately, rather than necessarily in the bird. The main point of stuffing is to keep the meat moist and juicy, so whatever you’re putting into the cavity should have a fairly high water content. Onion and garlic are my go-to items, along with a few sprigs of fresh sage and thyme and rosemary from my balcony garden, but you can also add celery or carrots or whatever other vegetable you like. Or fruit, even - it’ll give the chicken some interesting flavour, depending on what you’re going for. I normally go with citrus - lemon or orange - but apple also works very well. So it all depends on what kind of flavour you’d like your chicken to pick up. My favourite is still one small onion (quartered), 3 cloves garlic, one small orange (quartered) and the sage / thyme / rosemary above.

Incidentally, the salt’s important because it and the oil will help get the skin nice and crispy. I use the garlic puree because it’s oil-base and gives the skin some extra flavour, though I also generally add a bit of pepper, some paprika, a little bit of celery salt ... whatever spices I’m feeling at the time.

Here’s what you do:

Pre-heat oven to 390 F (200 C; fan assist 180 C, gas mark 6)

Rub your chicken lightly with the oil or garlic puree and add spice to taste; let stand for at least 20 minutes. While you wait, stuff your chicken with the vegetables, fruits, and / or herbs.

Cook chicken for 20 minutes per pound, plus an extra 10-20 minutes; until the juices run clear (meat thermometer placed into the thickest part of the thigh should read about 82 C / 180 F)

For crispier skin, turn up the heat to 425 F (220 C, fan assist 200 C, gas mark 7) for the last 15 minutes or so.

Let rest 20 minutes or so before carving

Again, there’s very little about this recipe that needs changing to make it easier. My only recommendation is lining the bottom of your roasting tin with tin foil because it’s easier to throw away a piece of tin foil than it is to scrub out a roasting tin. I’m pretty sure that doing that wouldn’t interfere if you’re using the juices for gravy, but since that’s a little too much faffing and stirring for me, I couldn’t tell you. I just use the gluten-free granules from the supermarket if I want gravy.

So there you have it - meals for almost a week out of a couple of hours’ mostly non-effort. When I do chicken, I tend to have the leg quarters as meals, save the wings for snacks, carve the breasts for use in risotto or fried rice or sandwiches, and then boil the remains for stock, particularly now that I’m making risotto and soup more often. So you can get an awful lot of value out of a good-sized chicken, especially if you have a big enough pot to boil up a good amount of stock. It’s also fun to experiment with what you use to stuff the cavity and spice the skin, so there’s endless variety to be had.

#The Spoonie Chef #recipes #meals #roast

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hollyevolving · 3 months

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I am so fucking upset right now.

I live in a garden apartment - rather than a lot of floors, each building is only 2 floors, and all the apartments open onto the outside.

I live at one end of my building.

At the other end of my building is a guy with two cats. He lets them roam outside, unsupervised. Which is not cool, cats that free range without the supervision of their owner and without being contained in an enclosure are in danger of car accidents, animal attacks, or other accidents where they may not be able to get home for help. And they're a massive problem for local wildlife - native small birds, etc. So, already not okay.

This has been going on for over a year. I contacted the building management office last May - nine months ago - and they said it's not illegal and since the complex is private property, and the owner of the apartment complex doesn't have a problem with it, there's nothing they can do.

Doesn't matter that she will be outside crying for hours. Doesn't matter that her owner has started closing his door, so she can't even get inside if she wants to.

It's just below freezing tonight: 31°F/-0.5°C. And she was outside crying from about 5:00 pm.

At around 8:45 pm, I put my coat and shoes on, grabbed my phone and my keys, and walked over there. I figured I would ring the doorbell so the guy would open the door to let her in.

The doorbell was broken.

I knocked a couple times. No answer.

The kitchen light was on, and his other cat was sitting in the window, watching us, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't home.

So I called my apartment's overnight emergency maintenance phone to ask if someone would come and open the door so she could go in.

They said they can't do that. Doesn't matter that everyone knows this cat, knows where she lives, and knows that she's left outside all the time.

So I'm standing there, don't know what to do, and this cat - her name is Maisy - is loving on my legs and looking for pets.

Which is adorable, right? Except my own cat died almost 4 years ago, during the first week of the March lockdown in 2020 (of complications due to advanced age, he was a month shy of his 19th birthday and had been living with hyperthyroidism for 4 years). So I am NOT OKAY and while plenty of my friends have said if it was them, they would just take her, the thought of that sends me into a grief-induced panic.

I DON'T want to interfere between a person and their pet. I don't want to open the situation to the risk that she might wind up in a shelter and get put down. I don't.

But I'm stuck.

So I call the local police department and ask to be transferred to animal control. They ask why, I explain the situation. The police say they can't dispatch me but give me the phone number.

So I call the phone number. It goes to voicemail. The voicemail says if you're calling outside of normal hours - Monday to Friday, 8:00 am - 5:00 pm - he won't pick up unless it's a dispatcher. So I leave a voicemail.

And then I call the police back. I don't want to talk to the police, about anyone, anytime. I don't trust that cops will do the right thing. But I don't know what else to do. So I call them. And I explain what the guy's voicemail said. And the dispatcher says her supervisor won't let her dispatch the call over, that it's not an emergency (it's below freezing out and after 9:00 at night, and it's neglect to leave a house pet outside in freezing weather, but that doesn't count as an emergency in this town).

They suggest I bring the cat into my apartment to wait for Animal Control to call me back.

I'm crying. I'm grieving. I'm not thinking.

And I do it.

Maisy is a sweetheart. She lets me pick her up - again, it's freezing out, 31°F/-0.5°C. And I run really hot so I'm always radiating heat. Cats love me. She lets me carry her back to my apartment. I set her down and open the door.

She goes in. She's a little confused and she jogs around a bit, and then she settles down under my bed. Just like my cat did.

My cat's name was Mudflap. The woman I adopted him from - she just couldn't keep him - was a mechanic. He was already 4 years old and knew his name, so he stayed Mudflap.

I call Animal Control back. The guy answers. I explain the situation. He says it's not dangerously cold for her, especially if she's outside a lot. He says the shelter is too small so he can't open it up for a free-roaming house cat unless the cat is injured, sick, or starving. He says the only thing to do is to send her back out and leave it up to her owner to let her in when he gets home.

He says leave a note on the guy's door.

People have left notes. Nothing changes.

I can't keep her. I'm already shaking and there has only been a new cat in my apartment for a few minutes. There is no way I could keep her. I'm nauseous.

There's nothing else for me to do. I open my door. I lift the covers at the edge of my bed.

She trots to the door and wanders out.

I close the door.

Halfway back to the closed door of her own apartment, Maisy starts crying again.

But no one will do anything to help a healthy cat. The authorities won't prevent harm. They will only get involved if she gets hurt. Maybe if she gets killed. Which is inevitable for outdoor cats. It just hasn't happened yet.

We know this. It's true of all situations. Nobody cares until it's too late.

I'm crying too.

#me #yes this is real

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