#the running? the convertible cars? the tattoos?

[izukuwus]

(they all have) so much meaning - Midoriya Izuku/Reader (18+)

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A/N: ok so despite the spiderweb thing I actually did most of the writing for this BEFORE I watched across the spiderverse and veered clear into my government-mandated spider-man phase. I kind of want the tattoo, though.

(why yes, I DO default to The Front Bottoms lyrics every time I can't think of a good title for a fic. it's bc I'm right.)

Summary: It's your third date with your long-standing no-longer-crush, and Izuku just found out that you had a tattoo. You let him take a long look.

Warnings: public sex, oral (reader receiving), afab reader, reader has a tattoo, exhibitionism

Notes: Reader has a tattoo and established quirk. Yes, they're a literal emotional vampire. I can only write so much without vampires getting involved.

Word Count: 3600+

Midoriya Izuku is a pretty boy with sharp teeth and a brilliant mind. He does not possess the mind for what one would call a normal conversation, really, but you knew that long before agreeing to the first date, let alone the second.

By the end of date three, you’re honestly proud of him. I mean, neither of you got through the date without stuttering, which is fucking ridiculous given how long you’ve known each other, but compared to the first date’s rocky start, you both did a fantastic job! You completed the date with minimal stuttering between the two of you, and thanks to your quirk, you’re confident in saying both of you feel a fond sadness as he drives you home. You could have taken the train—planned on it, actually—but he’d insisted, and who were you to not say yes, if only to bask in his presence a little longer?

“I didn’t know you had a car,” you confess. You’re sitting on your hands, self-conscious for a myriad of reasons, least of all because having sat on your hands has left you hyperaware of how much thigh is visible in this skirt. “Is it new?”

Stupid question. It’s obviously new, and nice, too. Admittedly, you don’t know shit about cars, but you do know enough to be able to tell when one is nice. It’s shiny, for one, with a sleek, vintage look and classic black paint, and you don’t have to be a genius to know that any car with a convertible top is probably not super cheap. The seats, too, are luxurious—a dark, soft leather that caresses your legs quite nicely.

The trouble with leather is, again, directly correlated with how much thigh is exposed by this skirt. Being July, the world is hot and sticky, which means miniskirts, which means issues around gross men, windy days, and leather fucking car seats.

“It is, actually!” He lets out a nervous laugh. It’s strange to see him driving, strange to see scarred hands confidently turning the wheel. Izuku had asked if you wanted the top down, since it was a hot day, and nice out, and—

You had agreed with a nervous bubble of laughter. The novelty of it was a good draw. You’d heard “top down” from pretty lips and agreed without a second thought.

The thing about Midoriya Izuku is that, for all the years you’ve been friends—since entering high school, really—you have danced around one another like this.

Nervous laughter, words flowing so easily that they slip right past your filter or otherwise don’t make it to your lips. Honestly, you don’t need him to tell you that he didn’t mean to ask you on the first date when he did—he had the same affliction, where things were said too easily and then followed by the cringe. Hindsight is always 20/20, which meant that the moment he'd asked to take you out to a movie and let the word "date" slip, he was immediately running damage control, and you'd let "I'd like a date, actually" slip before you really realized the ramifications of it. So you had gone home to panic and squeal, and he had gone home to panic and squeal, and now here you were, three dates down with the rising star of the hero world, a title you did not begrudge him.

“Since when did you need a car with that quirk?” you tease. Right now, it’s easy. The nerves of being with someone who wants you instead of just likes you don’t strangle your throat.

“Well, I could have just carried you home, but I think that might draw too much attention?” The thoughtful look in his eye slides away to something else as he casts a glance your way, maybe a bit lower, and his face burns red before you. “Not to mention, um, it might not be advisable, um…”

You got the message. You shift a little in your seat in hopes that it’ll give the fabric cause to slide down a little bit. “Y-yeah, uh, maybe not. I’ll have to wear shorts underneath next time!”

Another glance at your thigh before the light turns green. You try not to think about the little surge in his emotions pressing insistently at you. His cheeks seem impossibly redder, and he turns his eyes to the road, ever dedicated to safe driving practices. “I-if you want! You looked really nice tonight, though! I mean it!”

It’s mildly amusing, watching him flounder like this. If you had less shame, you might revel in seeing his face go full strawberry just to pay you a compliment, especially after having fought a few villains alongside him and having seen that version of Izuku in action. He’s borderline unrecognizable like this, making still-nervous conversation and trying not to stare at your legs as he drives you home.

The fluttery, nervous energy between you is, if nothing else, good fuel for your quirk, and you catch it in the air and stock it away until the pair of you reach your destination.

“Thanks again.” You flash him your best smile as he parks, and you’re unsurprised to see him move to open your car door. Such a gentleman. “For driving me home, I mean. I would have made it home fine, but…”

“It’s not a problem at all! I wanted to.” He opens your door, offers you a hand, and once again, you regret the skirt.

In your defense, the skirt had passed the date check. It covers your ass, covers your tattoo when standing, and was cute enough to justify wearing out of the house!

It does not, however, pass the car check, which is what you discover as a movement to unstick your thighs from the seat also has the hem riding up far enough to show off your tattoo. You know, the one you didn’t tell anyone you got. The one whose location you picked because (and I quote) “if anyone I’m not actively sleeping with sees it, we have bigger problems than their opinions on my tattoo”. That tattoo. That someone you are not actively sleeping with (not yet, anyway) just got an eyeful of. Most of, at least.

He’s practically babbling, avoiding eye contact as he apologizes and helps you out of the car. “I-I didn’t know you got a tattoo.”

“Oh, uh, yeah! I did! I lost a bet with Mina and had to get something done, so I thought I’d go for something cute.” You nearly babble the words, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Cute” is not the word you had used to describe the design when you’d come up with it, and the bet you lost was really just a pretense so you had an excuse to get the tattoo anyway, but, you know. It’s the little things as far as word choice is concerned.

You rub the back of your neck. “It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would, actually. And the artist did a great job with it!”

“I didn’t get to see it really well, but I’m sure they did a really good job!”

“I mean, I could show you,” you reply, and there it is. Once again, your words beat your brain to the punch.

“I’d like to, if you’re comfortable with it!”

And there’s his burst of nervous energy, which, to be fair, hasn’t gone down a bit since you met at the restaurant earlier this evening, only climbed. You’ve learned that when you feel that particular spike of energy arc off him, it’s him doing the exact “say things you mean but don’t mean to say” thing you do. Small comforts, you suppose.

“Sure,” you manage, and then you’re lifting the hem of your skirt to show him the tattoo in all its glory.

Its design is that of a garter wrapping around your thigh, delicate lace forming spider webs in the “band” of the tattoo. It’s pretty, it’s possibly a bite too sexy, and it’s perhaps a bit too far up your thigh to be showing off in any way anyone would consider modest. In the dark of your poorly-lit driveway, Izuku seems to find himself crouching and leaning in to be able to properly inspect your inked thigh, and you feel a little surge of something wave off of him.

It’s not until you let that particular energy feed you and compare it to your own feelings that you realize he’s turned on. Part of it might be the position—the fire racing through your veins at lifting your skirt up partway for a pretty face crouching in front of you is likely matched by being the pretty face crouching before your date’s lifted skirt. Just as quick as it came, it’s replaced by a hot flush of shame, an emotion you know well.

That one, you don’t need to guess the source of. Izuku’s spent countless hours talking to you about the intricacies of your quirk over the years, and by now he’s more than aware that you feel every little surge of emotional energy around you, having given his permission to you to feed off of whatever he puts out.

When he lingers staring just a bit too long, you slowly lower your skirt and manage a nervous laugh. “So what do you think?”

“It’s a really well-done tattoo! I like the design, it’s very, uh—hot. I mean! Pretty! It’s pretty! I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that, that was completely inappropriate and you probably don’t think of me that way and I swear I’m not the kind of guy who—“

“Izuku.” This time, there’s no nerves in your laughter. “Did you think I was platonically lifting my skirt for you?”

He freezes. You draw a blank from the air between you, and he stares, flush-faced and wide-eyed, at you. “Lift it all the way, then,” he breathes, and then comes the panic. “Oh my god. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’msosorry—“

You wish you could say that you had some cool, flirtatious response ready to go, some smooth line that would get you branded pick up artist extraordinaire, but you’re rendered entirely speechless. The thought that perhaps this is moving faster than normal relationships might flits past your brain as you grasp the sides of your skirt in two fists and lift it the rest of the way.

His frantic apologies die in his throat. For a moment, you think he dies, too—even his emotional signature is completely blank. He rests, half-crouched, green eyes cataloging the sight like he’s studying for a test. He sucks in an audible breath as he processes it and the heat of arousal floods back from him. You like to think it’s because of one detail you didn’t really expect to come up tonight:

Your tattoo matches your panties.

Izuku is surging attraction towards you in waves intense enough that you’re sure someone else must be able to feel them. There’s no one here to notice, though.

It is an eternity of him staring at your bare thighs, inked lace and real lace maybe two inches from touching, and then he is bringing calloused fingers up to hover just above the ink in your skin. “M-may I, uh—“

You try not to flinch when those same calloused fingers rest on plush flesh. He traces the lines of the tattoo almost reverently, eyes following his fingertips, occasionally flicking upwards just a bit, and you keep your eyes locked on his expression the entire time.

So focused on watching his face, you miss his fingers trailing inwards. You don’t miss them when they brush at the place your thighs kiss. Another little flinch, but this time he retreats to gauge your expression. “Is this okay?” he’s asking you. Your mind is tethered to the spot where his fingers rest on too-hot skin. “I-I don’t want to push too hard or assume anything, and—“

Your words are failing you, but you give a frantic nod. You’re not convinced you’ve ever been this turned on in your life, you’ve lost track of the feel of his emotions pressing against yours, and the only words coming to your mind at this point are: New kink. Score.

You think he thanks you as his fingers slide across your skin, but you can’t be too sure, because his fingers have left the tattoo to climb in agonizing slow motion up your thigh. They brush, rough and so, so gentle against the lace of your panties, and this time, you flinch properly, fabric slipping from your fingers to rest on his wrist.

The look Izuku gives you is uncharacteristic and nearly stern. “I want to see,” he says, gentle and sweet, as though he’s pleading with you to show him some innocent photo rather than to keep your skirt held up for his viewing pleasure.

Automatically, you’re lifting your skirt again, and he nods in appreciation. “If at any point you want me to stop, or slow down, or… any of that, tell me?”

“Mhm. I promise.”

“Good,” he says, and it’s so dangerously close to what you really want to hear that you have to suppress a shudder.

Again his fingers brush the lace covering your sex, and this time, you don’t drop the skirt. You hold it tight, even as Izuku’s fingers press into the space between your thighs, and you find yourself leaning back against his car for support. When his other hand rests on your opposite knee and pushes outwards just a touch, you let your legs part in turn.

You have the sense he hasn’t done this much. You know he hasn’t, actually—you have on good authority that he has precious little experience in the romance department, and, having been more or less in love with him for several years now, you aren’t faring much better. Maybe that’s why it’s so electric when he presses an experimental line on the outside of your panties. Maybe that’s why the shame burns so hot when his fingertip comes away damp.

His voice comes out a whisper. He’s staring up at your face in awe. “Are you…”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut tight. “This is, like… insanely hot. You’re insanely hot.”

“Good,” he breathes, and then he’s slipping his hand past the band of your panties and touching you directly.

You jump a little at the contact, biting your lip to keep from gasping out. One experimental finger dips into you, and you take it readily.

That same finger leaves you quickly, and then you feel him tentatively tugging down your panties. When you peek at him, you find big, green eyes silently asking your permission.

“Please,” you whisper.

The panties are dragged down to your ankles, and then he’s returning to you in full force, sliding a single finger in and out of your hole, curling it inside you as though he’s figuring out how you react to each motion. Before long, he’s adding a second finger, moving so slow it’s torture more than pleasure.

He’s experimenting. Learning.

Your stomach flutters at the thought—he was always a fast learner. Too late, you realize that, oh shit, he just felt that, and now he’s staring up at you with wide eyes and red-stained cheeks.

“More,” you plead. “Please, ‘Zuku.”

The name slips from your lips so easily you almost forget you’ve pushed to a new level with him. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, except that he stops and retreats again, to your whiny distress.

“Can you spread them for me?”

“My legs?”

He shakes his head. “I want to see everything.”

Oh.

You shift so you’re holding your skirt in the center, and then a hand slides down to spread your lips for his viewing pleasure. He hums in contentment, and you’re aware of a subtle shifting of his position, though you’re not sure why.

“Trust me?”

“Always.”

That’s the only trigger he needs—he doesn’t return to fingering you, but those hands, large and scarred and rough against your skin, wrap around behind you as he replaces fingers with his mouth.

First a tentative taste, then a starved lick like a man starved, and oh, he’s always been good with his mouth, hasn’t he? Rambling, mumbling, brilliant thoughts have nothing on the feeling of his tongue as it finally plunges into you, the starved way he eats you out.

He’s still experimenting with you, still playing with you, but the curiosity of it all steadily falls away as he lets his instincts take the lead. When he at last brushes your clit and you gasp and your knees buckle, he takes note. He holds you up with ease, eyes half-lidded as though he’s torn between losing himself in the act and watching your reactions as he goes.

Two arms holding you up turns to one effortless arm around your waist. You have no time to consider where the other’s gone—he’s plunging those thick, rough fingers into you all over again, sucking on your clit, and suddenly you’re immensely grateful for the arm around your waist, because there’s no chance in hell you’re standing on your own like this.

His motions approach frantic. He is moaning quietly into your pussy, losing himself in it, and you’re grasping desperately for anything to find purchase on and finding only the smooth body of the car.

It doesn’t take you long. Before either of you realize it, you’re quivering, legs going fully weak, biting down on your free hand to keep from moaning out as you cum on his tongue.

He does not stop. He pulls away, just a moment, and you’re aware that you’re moving, but your head’s gone fuzzy from the everything of it all, so it takes you extra time to realize that he’s laid you across the back seat and climbed on top of you, lips pressed against your own. He keeps breaking away to mumble apologies against your lips—I’m sorry, I wanted our first kiss to be romantic, I wanted all of this to be romantic but I’m—and you find the cognizance within yourself to swallow those apologies with another kiss. You taste salty on his lips.

He is melting into the kiss, pulling away somewhat less frantic than he had been, eyes studying your face.

You quirk a smile his way. “Is it too forward to tell you I think you’re hot?”

He huffs a little breath of laughter against your lips. “Only if it’s too forward for me to say the same.”

You giggle, wind your arms around his neck. “Not too forward, I’d say.”

His hand trails up your side, fingers toying with the edge of your shirt. You’re glad, also, for the choice to wear a button-down over a tank top. The decision had been risky, and it’s not like you picked this outfit for access, but you’re appreciating that access now. He’s not even seen you naked yet, but he’s looking over you beneath him reverently, trailing fingertips up and down your clothed side.

“I can’t believe how gorgeous you are,” he confesses in a murmur. And then: “I always thought you’d look pretty underneath me. You always looked pretty, of course! I just mean… wow.”

“I haven’t even taken my clothes off for you yet.”

“If you seriously think you need to take your clothes off for me to think you’re the hottest thing alive, I don’t even know what to tell you.”

“Oh come on. You’re exaggerating.”

He grinds his hips down into you, and oh fuck. Maybe he’s not. “Does that feel like exaggerating to you?”

It was barely a moment, but that little press of his hips to yours was enough to be sure of one thing: he’s big. Between the muscles and the package between his legs, you are well set to be split in half.

You welcome the opportunity.

“Mm, I’m not sure. Better do that again so I can check.”

Another drag of his lips against yours. Another roll of his hips against yours. This he grants  you eagerly, groaning into your mouth.

Something presses at you that’s not him and his devastatingly horny state.

You intake a breath, pull away, press a hand to his mouth. He gets the message, easily—someone is nearby. A neighbor, stepped outside for a moment. He takes the hint, presses his whole body against yours in an attempt to conceal himself from view.

When the presence leaves, and you’re sure you have the advantage of privacy again, you give him a little nod and peel your hand from his mouth.

A small smile, a small laugh. “I think we might have finally cleared the air between us.”

He tilts his head down at you with just a touch of mischief in his eyes. “I thought we were doing good.”

“We were! We were also an entire trainwreck.”

His cheeks tinge pink. “I-I was doing my best!”

“I know. We both were.” You ghost a kiss onto his nose. “We should head inside, though.”

“Inside?” he squeaks, as though it’s something scandalous.

“You do realize you just ate me out in the middle of the parking lot, right? I think you’re maybe at the point where I can invite you into my apartment.”

“Right. Yeah. Right.”

“You’ve been in my apartment before. You helped me move in!”

He whines, buries his face in your neck. “That was different!”

“Oh, poor ‘Zuku. But you know, if you come inside, I could return the favor…”

You’re not really sure what configuration of anything makes it happen, but one moment, you’re sprawled underneath him in the backseat of his car, the next, he has you in his arms bridal-style, as though you weigh nothing at all.

He takes the staircase one flight at a time. You don’t go back on your word.

Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @stxrrielle @snowymaltese @graywrites20

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[octuscle]

Dear Support-Team,

I just downloaded the App for my mobile but I guess I'm too overwhelmed with all these settings. Thats whyy I am asking you for help.

I'm 25 years old, german. Just finished university and now I'm working a boring job, but at least good income.

Sometimes I see old classmates (the cool kids, most of them are Moslem and with Arabian (?) family backgrounds) on Instagram and I wonder: where would I be today if these People where my friends at school and today...

I don't know how to program the app to find out. Hopefully you can help.

Thanks a lot!

What a cool car! Your father-in-law was really generous. But when you marry his son tonight, when your new brothers and cousins block the inner-city ring road of Dortmund honking their horns, when you dance in the streets and shoot your guns in the air, then everyone should also see that someone is getting married here who made it. An alpha Arab. And you, his German husband.

Damn, you wouldn't have thought that twelve years ago. You were only 13 years old. And a car fanatic. But your father was unemployed and your mother had to work as a cleaning lady. In life, you would never be able to afford one of the cars that stood at the luxury car dealer in the industrial park. That's where the soccer stars of Borussia Dortmund bought their cars. And other people you didn't even want to know where they got their money from. You always stood in front of the shop windows with wide eyes. And then you took heart and asked if you could have a student job. To be allowed to be close to the wonderful cars. And then you started vacuuming floor mats, polishing rims, cleaning air vents with a toothbrush. Always on time, always hardworking, always thorough. The boss's eldest son quickly noticed this, and as a result he gave you more and more errands to run. And more and more responsible tasks.

You must have been about 16 years old, you had just finished secondary school and changed to high school when the Aouns invited you home for the first time. And that's when you saw Chafik for the first time. A cool man. Well built, well dressed, disarming smile. It was probably love at first sight. Even if you had to keep your love a secret for a long time. But in the years that followed, you earned the unreserved trust of the Aouns. At the latest, when your mother died of breast cancer and your father later of his alcohol consumption, you were the sixth son here. And at some point it was clear that there was more than brotherly love between you and Chafik. Mr. Aouns was furious. But at some point he accepted that he could not imagine a better son-in-law than you.

After graduating from high school with honors, you joined the family business and took over the fitness center division. And you made the business flourish. In the meantime, more pharmaceuticals were sold in your gyms than in the pharmacy of the nearest university hospital. And you were always clean. Even if you didn't convert to Islam, you didn't drink alcohol. Of course you would have liked to decorate your muscles with tattoos. But that would not have been godly. At some point, you fit perfectly into the clan. As one of the area leaders. You were only always the only one without a beard and with a smooth chest.

You turn into the underground car park of your mansion at the Phoenixsee. Now you have to hurry. In an hour you will marry Chafik dressed in a suit. Then suddenly you are Christian Aoun. Although no one calls you Christian anymore anyway. Because of your radiant smile, you're just Bassem to everyone here!

Thank you, @jacobadler2 for the perfectly fitting picture!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #male transformation #tank top #muscle transformation

[beautifulpersonpeach]

This is Art™

Jungkook, I thought I was familiar with your game, but clearly I wasn't I'm sorry. This video is a Serve.

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Brian Puspos, the patron saint of Own It jikook converts, has blessed us and Jungkook with this gift of a choreo. It was sweet seeing his wife talk about this full circle moment today -

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"JK still knows the Own It choreo lol"

Sigh... simpler times.

Anyway,

That just reminded me of something.

Someone has been spamming my inbox for weeks talking about how much of a fake jikooker I am. How I 'follow' the "tkkr lives of Jikookkkers" (sic), how I run off bloggers who do jikook theories, how I hate Jimin and don't ever talk about jikook theories even though I'm in the jikook tag, and so on. It's been entertaining reading their rants but I think they do have a point: I don't really talk about jikook theories.

So for funsies, here's my jikook theory of the day:

Go to timestamp 1:23 in the video. What do you see the background dancers doing?

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But wait, there's more.

What lyrics is Jungkook singing at timestamp 1:23?

"Think I met you in another life So break me off another time"

How many words is that?

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The cherry on top?

Right at the moment 1:23, what does Jungkook do?

He flexes his hand tattoo.

Jikook. Together. Bam.

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I like the song better with the choreo.

And while I can't really say it's starting to grow on me, it's gotten easier to listen to with time. After all it's still a chill pop tune with Jungkook's vocals on it, a bonus. Seven is the kind of song you put on at high school car wash parties - the whole crew including your crush is there, you're already sweaty, sunburned, and turned on, so you play an easily digestible pop song about fucking that everyone can twerk and bop their heads to.

It's nice.

But what Jungkook did in that performance video wasn't 'nice'.

No, what he did was art™. And yes that video is all it took for JK to get my attention again.

With the video, Seven gets a solid 6/10 from me.

#Youtube #jungkook #jeon jungkook #JK Seven #jikook #Jimin #park jimin #bts #bangtan

[evoilvx]

If the RE8 ladies were properly introduced to modern society I think they would have a field day.

(An extensive list of things they might enjoy)

I might even make something about the things they would hate

There might be some mild inaccuracies but it’s all just some fun little hcs of mine :>

Will be updated sometimes!

Alcina:

Alcina using the speech to text and voice message feature everyday to sent angry, irritated messages to Karl whenever she wants

Lazy rivers at water parks

Aquariums and fish tanks

Bidets

Roombas

TV shows like TVD and The Originals (ironic I know).

Miniature toys, like tiny french fries, tiny sodas, tiny furniture, she would have an entire box of them

But also those ridiculously large pencils

Massage chairs

Expensive cars

Amazon. Don't ask, just know she would LOVE it

Rolling chairs

Foster care systems, you can’t tell me she wouldn’t love taking care of children until they’ve found a suitable home, her maternal instincts will never grow cobwebs as long as I have a working brain and fingers to write

Those head scratchers/massager

Detachable shower heads (take that however you want to)

Standing desks

Hot tubs with jets

Credit/debit cards, for obvious reasons (sexy, rich lady)

Bela:

Unhinged access to books and video games on the internet, she would never leave her room. She can now live in complete solitude with nothing but her little pixels and endless letters on a screen

Fostering animals

Self warming beds

Motorcycles

Wattpad and Tumblr

Hot wheels, but only because she loves finding exact/close replicas to Alcina's car collection and putting them on display

Museums

Skateboards and rollerblades

Airpods

Air conditioners and humidifiers

Invisible ink and diaries

The RGB cloud lights that you can put on your ceiling

Facetime

Digital art

Chapstick

Faceless Twitch streaming

Mini fridges

Hoodies

Reddit

Cereal

Rubiks cubes. She's collected all the variants she could find, solving them, then unsolving them, then repeating the process. She has them all lined up on a shelf

Cassandra:

Cassandra finding boxing classes and learning she can beat the shit out of people, call it a lesson AND get paid. (We’re going to obviously ignore the fact that if she seriously maimed someone she would get fired.)

Amazon, she would have a field day ordering all sorts of things

Haunted houses

She would LOOOVE the Jigsaw movies and just scary movies in general

She likes Twitter just to start discourse and argue with people (and win)

Call of Duty, she would be a beast at it

Activities that use 3D glasses

VR games

Paintball tournaments

Workout equipment

Florida (pls don't ask on this one, just take my word for it)

Convertibles

Word searches

Unofficial, definitely illegal, might get arrested boxing tournaments

Swing sets

Football

Wrestling

Gogo squeez

Extremely-really should not be doing-dangerous outdoor activities. She drags Daniela along with her while Bela watches in concern before shrugging and going back to reading

Fidget cubes (I love these things) She would have a blast going through the different fidgets. The idle clicking noise will never stop when you're around Cassandra

Super glue. She breaks something? Super glue. Mother will never have to know (she'll know)

Daniela:

Daniela and gay bars. Nuff said.

I think she would like working at endangered species centers, where she can be around and care for extremely dangerous apex predators

Onesies

Tumblr

I feel like she would be really good at those claw machine games

She would also love amusement parks and dangerous outdoor activities like sky diving, running of the bulls, volcano boarding, would probably give Alcina multiple heart attacks at once (she also thinks Cassandra is so cool for doing all these dangerous stunts and wants to join)

Tattoos

She would definitely become a tattoo artist

Trampolines

Touch screen fridges

She would go to paintball tournaments with Cassandra

Goldren Retrievers

Glitter sticky hands

Gogo squeez

Megaphones

Fire extinguishers

Whipped cream

Just Dance

Lunchables

Stress balls, preferably ones that are designed like an animal so she can watch the eyes comically pop out. She has approximately 23 stress balls, her favorite is an orange fish

Donna:

Unlimited cartoons and animations on a flatscreen TV

Modern kitchen appliances

Jobs that teach wood work, design and of course: doll-making

AMAZON and online grocery shopping. Donna, especially, would love Amazon. She can buy everything she needs without any other interaction? Just a push of a button? She’d go wild with it

LED RGB lights

Sticker books

I’m feeling my neurodivergent nerves tingling and pointing towards Donna so I’m going to say she loves those smooth hardcover books with gloss papers, especially if they’re about gardening or cartoons (I say this because I love the same type of books, makes my brain tingle nicely)

Sprinklers

Emails

Tea play sets

Humidifiers

Youtube and Netflix

Slime, she would make her own slime all the time

Golden Retrievers, just loyal, working dog breeds in general

Zip ties

All natural body products

Mother Miranda:

Mother Miranda would go insane, simply put.

New science equipment? Donors? New scientific breakthroughs?

She can now pay people off to leave her alone and get her own modern lab? She can work in peace with lots of new opportunities?

A NEWS CHANNEL? Don’t even get me started, for some reason I have a feeling Miranda would absolutely love the news channel

Aquariums and fish tanks like Alcina, she would have them everywhere in her house

Goldfish (the snack that smiles back)

Grey’s Anatomy but only to criticize the methods (she won’t admit she likes it)

Automatic pet feeders, even if she doesn’t have a pet

An iPhone, I feel like she would make her widget theme something really unique, and she can bother the other Lords whenever she wants for whatever she thinks about

Rolling chairs

Mint chocolate chip ice cream

Face masks

Romantic, drama shows (she won't admit she's cried to a few of them or that some of them ruined her day)

Skin care products

Coupons

Antibacterial wipes

The Dimitrescu daughters introduced a fidget spinner to her and since then she has not gone a single day without mindlessly spinning the toy as she works/relaxes

#resident evil 8 #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #mother miranda

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Aloha Hawaii - Jamie Campbell Bower (One-Shot)

Summary: Long-distance relationships can be hard on a couple. Good thing your boyfriend is more than willing to go to the ends of the earth just to spend time with you! Hawaii here you come!

Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x Fem!Reader

W.A.C Winner: @reidsog

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff!

Auth. Note: Thank you so much for the patience! It took me a bit longer to get this out! But I seriously am so appreciative of your support.

She loved seeing him like this. So relaxed and serene as he rested his head back against the car headrest while the wind from the convertible top car blew through his pale blonde locks as he drove down the road. His pretty eyes were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses making her wish she could see the beautiful blue hues that she'd come to fall in love with but the gentle strength of his grip on her bare thigh was enough to keep her grounded as she idly traced the dark ink on his forearm as she rested her own head against the headrest to peer through her own pair of sunglasses that perched on her nose from the bright sun above them. The soft music of his latest record was playing from his phone as it was connected to the Bluetooth system of his car. This was one of the rarest moments she cherished with her boyfriend when he had time from his filming or tours to get to spend with her. Y/n could tell every time she saw him after months of separation how tired he was even when he'd give her the biggest smile and the sweetest of kisses as a greeting every single damn time she'd pick him up from the airport. But Y/n was keen when it came to picking up the subtle hints of him being burnt out; like how he sinks himself into her embrace and hold her for what felt like eternity no matter how much time they had or the way he would use any excuse he could to be either touching her or nuzzling up into her like a cat. But that's why she loved Jamie. Jamie Campbell Bower is a heartthrob all in his own right with his chiseled features, sinewy tall frame, beautiful smile, and stunning eyes. Not to mention that gorgeous British accent. Y/n was one hell of a lucky girl to have snagged him right after his break-up with his former girlfriend at the time.

But he was hers now. Been dating for almost 2 years now. It was rough at first once the relationship settled from the honeymoon stage of being a blissful experience. Y/n missed him a lot whenever he'd leave for months on end for either filming or a music tour. She didn't mind him doing what he loved; she supported him for it. But she could not lie and say it didn't suck most days when all she wanted was to cuddle up to him. So when he finally had free time from filming his latest TV show he popped out to see his lover and dragged her straight to the sunny side of Hawaii. Y/n hadn't been to Hawaii and she loved the idea even if it was on short notice. She was glad she agreed because seeing Jamie this way was just perfect. The way his lips curled Y/n knew she was caught staring so she quickly played it off as she turned her head to the road and the beautiful scenery.

"You know, I'm glad you brought me to Hawaii. It's beautiful," she commented idly running her fingertips along his forearm and tracing his tattoos absently.

"Not as beautiful as me you mean?" he grinned over at her making her laugh a bit.

"Okay, you got me. I was staring. But I can't help it. I know you've been so stressed recently and so high-strung. You needed this trip as much as me." she slipped her fingers through his as he let go of her thigh in favor of shifting the gears of the car; their joined hands resting lightly on the joystick.

"You're right I was. But I wouldn't pass up that opportunity to spoil my baby." he lifted her hand to kiss her fingertips and just that small gesture made her skin heat up; he could be so effortlessly sweet without even trying.

She smiled to herself and turned her head away before she swooned from the perfection that was her boyfriend and was happy to see that as soon as she turned her head she was greeted by the most beautiful of views. A vast sprawling ocean bluer than the sky meeting white sand dotted with different exotic trees throughout the beach. She could see other people there like little dark ants scattered throughout the vast beauty and she couldn't help but lean a little over the edge of her door to peer at the view. The excitement coursed through her like the waves of the ocean that kissed the beach.

"This place is beautiful. I thought the view from the hotel was amazing; it doesn't beat the real close-up deal for sure!" Y/n breathed as Jamie pulled the car slowly to a stop.

it didn't take long for the pair to find a spot on the beach a bit away from other people to set up their things. A large blanket was laid out on the hot sand with the cooler set on one corner of the blanket under an equally large umbrella for shade while the rest of their stuff such as shoes and bags were placed on the other 3 corners to make sure that their blanket did not pull up with the wind and shifting of their bodies. Y/n was content to strip down from the clothes that hid her bathing suit beneath and settled herself down on the blanket to start smearing sunscreen on herself. From the corner of her eye, she could make out Jamie sitting there while popping open a can of beer as he watched the people around him. She smiled slightly and tossed the bottle of lotion on his lap regaining his attention.

"Do my back for me?" she asked with a raised brow making him give her a cheeky little grin as he set his beer down and scooted to her so that he could apply the cold substance to her back.

His hands were warm and large along her back and shoulders as he applied the lotion; finding it cute how she sighed in contentment at the pressure on her back. "You know you could always ask for a back message whenever you want, love. You don't have to wait for me to take you to Hawaii." Jamie teased purposefully kneading the muscles of her shoulders again getting that grumble of pleasure from her.

"Oh shut up!" she swatted at him from her position on her stomach and giggled.

Once everything was settled they looked over at the beautiful ocean view. "Shall we go for a dip before we are found out by the fans and paps?" Jamie spoke up peering over his sunglasses at his girlfriend who was lounging on her elbows watching some people down the beach playing volleyball. At the sound of his voice, her head turned and she grinned.

"Omg, I was waiting for you to ask! I've been dying to get in that water!" she scrambled to her feet and rearrange her bathing suit back in place from where it had shifted slightly.

As she did this Jamie was keen to see the way her body language seemed to shift as a pair of beautiful women in skimpy bikinis walked by chatting and laughing together and although they didn't pay either her or Jamie any mind let alone spare a glance their way the rockstar actor could see those little gears turning in her pretty little head. It was the way the light in her eyes seemed to dim a little and her bright smile turned down at the corners. The way she subconsciously shifted on her feet and looked around as if she was checking others out and judging herself. Nope, that was going to have to stop.

Rising to his feet the man stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist holding her close to his chest as he rested his chin on her shoulder and pretended to look around with her. "Pretty view huh?" he commented glancing at her from the corner of her eye.

Her gaze was fixed on some pretty girls down the beach and he squeezed her tighter as if to remind her he was there as he spoke. "Don't compare yourself darling." he kissed her shoulder.

"I-I'm not…" a frown tugged at his features as he pulled away to spin her around and peer down at her with a serious but kind look on his face. "Baby you are amazing. Always have been and always will be." he cupped her cheeks and tilted her head up so that he could place a tender little kiss to her lips. "There is nothing wrong with the way you look. You are beautiful inside and out. So stop staring at the other girls and come enjoy our vacation with us okay?" Ah, there was the formation of a smile. She didn't seem fully convinced but at least she was okay with the distraction and a distraction is just what Jamie was good at doing.

So he bent down and threw her over his shoulder. Y/n squealed smacking at his bare back as he strode across the hot sand towards the crystal waves that looked like they were searching to reach out and snatch them into their depths. And they did. Jamie grinned his little devil grin as he threw his girlfriend straight into an oncoming wave as he was waist deep in the water with a small little shriek of surprise. When she resurfaced he was right there with her to grab a hold of the girl and pull her close as the next wave crashed over the both of them halting their laughter. Fully soaked but laughing the pair held onto each other as Jamie shifted them through the cold water to a bit calmer location. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist as she leaned over his back like a little spider monkey as he kept them both up in the water as he drifted through the ocean. It was lovely. A great time killer as they talked and laughed with each other; not always about work but anything that they could think of under the heat of the sun and coldness of the water.

When they were getting a bit tired of the water Y/n leaned over to nuzzle against Jamie's neck. "Is there an ice cream shop we can go to?" she hummed lazily scanning the shoreline shops back on the beach.

Jamie shifted his girlfriend around so that she was koala bear hugging him from the front. She looked so pretty with her hair all soaked and sticking to her skin as the water droplets hung from her lashes. It was hard to think she didn't realize how beautiful she really was. He smiled and leaned close to press their foreheads together.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked when he didn't stop staring at her or care to reply to her question moments earlier.

"I think you're beautiful. I like looking at beautiful things you know." Jamie gave a little smile but there was no teasing nature behind it. He was so serious even when his face went soft as he reached up to stroke her cheek. "I love you darling. You know that right?"

She leaned into his touch and smiled allowing her eyes to drift closed as she savored those words; no matter how many times she heard it from him it always sounded so pretty coming from his lips. Reopening her eyes she looked up at him and nodded. "I love you too Jamie. And…I miss you when you go away, you know." she commented playing with his wet hair.

"So let's no go away." Jamie replied quickly as his grip tightened making her look at him confused. "Come with me. When our vacation here is over and I have to go back to filming. Let's go together. I don't want to have to leave you behind back home again." he said earnestly.

"Jamie…" her words failed her. Sure, it was no marriage proposal but it was still a hard decision. She'd have to uproot her entire life back home to go with him. But if she truly thought about it; was it all worth giving up to experience memories with Jamie?

Looking into his eyes she smiled and nodded slowly. "It's worth it." she stated more to herself as she leaned over to press her lips to his firm and passionate as she hugged him tight to her. "I'll go with you as long as you think I'll not be in your way."

"You will never be in the way darlin. I promise you." Jamie's smile was infectious as he pressed kisses all over her face making her giggle.

He swam them to shore after that. Finding their towel they laid out in the waning sun for a bit before they were deemed dry enough to put on their clothes and shoes in hopes of finding an ice cream shop nearby. The tourist shopping area wasn't as busy as they thought it'd be in the evening but it didn't matter as the fairy lights kicked on as it grew dark and the tiki sticks were lit with a flame to light the path for people. Hand and hand the pair walked down the sidewalk window shopping with free hands filled with ice cream cones.

"Oh look at that! That's so cute!" Y/n pointed into a shop as they walked back and Jamie was quick to steer her inside much to her protest.

The shop looked expensive just like every other store in Hawaii but Jamie wouldn't take no for an answer and instead he was keen as he looked around the shop. In the end, he'd bought a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, a cool handmade carving, and a few smaller items. Y/N didn't like to spend a lot of money so she just browsed. She did find the Hawaiian culture interesting so her eyes would stray to things just as stones, handmade items like baskets, bowls, and antique-looking things, and her boyfriend was no stupid man. When she wasn't looking he'd grab whatever item she was lingering on and stuff it into a shopping bag to pay for all without her realizing it. She ended up just grabbing one of those fresh flower lei. Those pretty flower chains that Hawaii was known for. It smelled so pretty and it was so cool because she could watch the shop owner actually sit there making them.

When they were finally shopped out and too tired on their feet Jamie returned them to their glorious hotel where Jamie dumped all the items he'd bought onto the bed and began sifting through them. Y/n looked over her shoulder at all the stuff slowly realizing that most of the items were not his as she recognized items that she'd been looking at.

"Jamie…" she trailed off giving him a pointed look. "What is all this?"

"Well, you didn't tell me what you wanted to buy so I bought everything your pretty eyes landed on." Jamie grinned sitting back on the edge of the bed to watch her as she grabbed one item and then another to examine them as if they were the most precious things in the world.

"I didn't want you to spend all this money babe!" she protested but she knew there was never a fight that she'd ever win if it meant making Jamie happy and if spending all that shit ton of money on her made Jamie happy, well she didn't have much fight to protest.

So instead of protesting Y/n walked over to him and sidled up between his parted legs from where he lounged back on his palms. She reached up to grab the lei from her neck and draped it over his own just so she could use it to pull him closer to her until their lips brushed.

"You are going to make me a spoiled brat." she teased nuzzling his nose with hers.

"Is that so?" one brow raised with a devilish grin crossing his face as his hands rested on her hips. "Well, then darling lucky for you I'm an amazing brat tamer. Or haven't you learned yet?" his eyes darkened slightly as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

"Aren't you cocky?" Y/n teased before letting go of her hold on the Lei and taking a few steps back. "I think I'm going to shower; I smell like the ocean," she commented idly as she headed for the bathroom.

Jamie watched her for a long long moment until she was out of sight. He didn't move even when he heard the water get started in the shower. But boy did he move faster than a cheetah as soon as that bathing suit landed on the floor right in front of him. With a large grin on his face, he stalked across the room straight for the bathroom door; secretly loving that little giggle of conspiracy that left her mouth as soon as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

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#jamie campbell x reader #jamie bower oneshot #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #british actors #w.a.c winner #Wonderling

[parasolids]

i miss doing hourly comic day so heres a summary of my day so far

12-1 am: sleeping

1 am: i wake up needing to pee. i do that and go back to bed

4 am: i'm slipping in and out of sleep, dreaming. i vaguely remember a strange but interesting mall. in my dream they shut down the paint line for an emergency and i have to hurry through it in the dark like a maze, sprinklers dripping poisoned water into my hair. another dream and i'm at a party, and a girl from my high school is dead from alcohol poisoning and her parents carry her out wrapped in a white sheet, sobbing. i'm outside on the beach and they set her in the water. the waves pull away her shroud and all i see is her tattooed legs and i wonder if i really know this person, and then i see her face and realize i do. a popular girl from high school cradles her face in her hands. i rearrange the shroud around the dead girl when she begins to stir. she sits up wordlessly, the tide swirling around her, eyes unfocused. my alarm won't stop going off. i literally cannot get out of bed no matter how hard i try. i curl up under the sheets

5 am: i'm running very late and i don't want to use the work bathrooms so i skip my morning matcha. i drive to work and listen to an audiobook. it's kind of slow but not too bad

6 am: i sit at my desk for a while and then go upstairs to deal with a camera system

7 am: i continue dealing with the camera system, which isn't working for some reason, i chat with an engineer whose phone charger i've borrowed for the camera system, the guy i need to talk to isn't at his desk so i briefly hang out with one of my friends from IT til he shows up

8 am: we finally get the camera working and try setting it up. i look at the underbody of a car and see how many parts i can name from the bottom (from where i am i can see the frame, rear axle, axle wiring, leaf spring, heat shield, transmission, steering knuckle, driveshaft, brake caliper and rotor, fuel tank, catalytic converter, heat shield. there's some things i can't find or can't name, which is embarrassing, but it's all suspension parts and fortunately i'm not a suspension guy anymore)

9 am: we all go test a bunch of random trucks because our boss decided that's what he wanted us to do today. i catch a ride with some coworkers and think about eating lunch

10 am: still testing trucks. i'm mad because i want to listen to music but nothing's clicking and also i need to check for the car making odd sounds so i can't really properly listen to music. it's cold so i check the heating system first and test everything else while the car heats up. i warm my hands in the engine bay

11 am: i get back to the plant and then realize... i lost my wallet! and i can't get into the building without my wallet! and i've been getting in and out of a lot of trucks for the past two hours! and i don't remember which ones! and some of them might have been moved to another parking lot! i panic, drive back, and individually check each truck in the areas i was checking. luckily i find the wallet. i drive back to work.

12 pm: i eat lunch at my desk while handling emails because i used my lunch break on the wallet hunt. it's pizza and it's really good. i'm planning to chill for the rest of the day and then i realize i have to run a meeting at 1

1 pm: a coworker i like asks if i'm free in half an hour to help deal with an issue she's having. i tell her about the meeting. i speedrun the meeting. i've gotten a lot done over the past week so i bring a lot of updates to the table. after the meeting, i go to my coworker and we trade stories about work misadventures, and then i try to navigate the procedure she was having issues with but manage to spectacularly mess up and fail literally every single part, and then the machine stops working so we both just give up

2 pm: i ask an engineer a couple questions about how we handle a certain part, i leave work and hit the gas station. my mom gave me a gas station gift card she was gifted (her car is an EV and my dad rarely drives). it has less money than we thought so i can't fill my tank all the way. i get a horchata smoothie at the convenience store (i like getting a drink with my car when i fill her up, we bond over consuming liquids) but it tastes bad

3 pm: i drive home and listen to an album i won't name, which is really good but also vaguely anxiety inducing because i've taken a guitar lesson with the guitarist of the band and want to take more but trying to email him for scheduling is deeply anxiety inducing. i also listen to everything in transit by jacks mannequin which ive always loved but today it just sounds like noise.

4 pm: quick nap in bed and then i have the most wack telehealth appointment with my doctor in my life. she asks about my mood and i don't know how to tell her i'm having a really wild one so i don't. i don't want to talk to her about the whole issue i scheduled the appointment for but i do it anyways, which goes poorly.

5 pm: i clean my room, do something on my mom's car, completely mess it up, make a cup of coffee, do a covid test (which is broken), start taking the dishes out of the dishwasher, and realize i really need to pee so i sprint upstairs to shower

6 pm: shower. come downstairs and also kinda pissed off because i ran out of hot water despite showering pretty quick. i think i have covid because my dad has it and my throat hurts. i order a covid test from target. i eat dinner (frozen wontons and shrimp + a lot of fruit) and fantasize about smoothies

7 pm: i start writing this post and i comment on a reddit post. cringe. i work on stretching a piercing that fell out yesterday. this h urts.

8 pm: keep working on the post but i want to sleep now. i need to practice guitar. i was supposed to email that guy about guitar lessons... i work on music theory instead

#cactus.txt

[samyelbanette]

Today’s the last day of my twenties. What an absurd decade it’s been:

-Moved from Florida to Georgia for university

-Joined Tumblr

-Dropped out of university

-Went no contact with my family for 3 years

-Lived in Seattle for six months

-Got run over by a car and spent half a year in a wheelchair

-Spent three years in the straightedge lifestyle

-Moved to Ohio

-Made friends

-Buried two friends :(

-Made more friends

-Decided the straightedge thing wasn’t for me

-Got evicted

-Started talking to my family again (so they could co-sign on my new place T_T)

-Went back to school

-Got an Associates degree

-Got really into MCR

-Started an RPF side blog

-Met the guitarist of MCR

-Converted to Neopaganism (and started a side blog for that too)

-Helped my childhood friend move to Ohio and start their gender transition

-Got my first tattoo

-Kissed five boys

-Figured out that I also want to kiss girls

-Attended my first pride parade

-Joined AO3

-Wrote fourty-four fanfics

-Got really into Blind Channel

-Met one third of Blind Channel

-Worked for seven different companies

-Attended twenty-four concerts

-Survived a global pandemic

….and who knows what my thirties will bring??

[withlovefromolympus]

I'm not sure if you've already got this but ❣️ Aphrodite and Ares my favourite ship

i can absolutely do ares x aphrodite for you! <3

i also have headcanons here and here about them!

Who is the little spoon?

ares hahahahaha. he wont admit it, but he loves the feeling of being shrouded with love from his girl. of course, aphrodite is so small that it’s a little awkward of a fit, but she tries her best and it’s very cute

Who sings in the shower?

well, they shower together most often, so both of them. they take turns using Aphrodite’s foot scrubber thing as a microphone and sing songs that have a boy and girl part to them. they both sing off-key

Who plays pranks on the other?

you would think it’d be ares, but aphrodite does it a lot, because she likes to see the surprise on his face, and he could never get mad at her. he just tickles her back to get back at her.

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

aphrodite. she likes her Taylor and Ariana and Doja, and Ares has to admit that he likes a lot of the songs. “They’re catchy!” he says one day when she catches him humming Getaway Car. He does regret everything though when she asks him to break up with her for two hours so she can scream the entirety of Red at the top of her lungs

He says “what the hell is that?” when she puts on Lana though. “My mentally depressed music!” she’ll say and turn up Blue Velvet

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Aphrodite doesn’t like coffee, so it’s her who brings him coffee. he likes it black with a splash of cream :)

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

you know what? ares. aphrodite knows all the girly/rom-com movies by heart, so she lays them all out in front of him and says “pick.” he enjoys the movies but won’t say it lol. his favorite is miss congeniality

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

they’re both disgustingly cute about it. i think aphrodite like doing it more though

Who gives the other random little compliments?

ares will catch her by surprise doing it for sure. you’d think that after so many years together he’d run out of compliments, or that the compliments would get old, but he always comes up with something new to say. they’re not all about appearance either. he’ll compliment her on her work or something she made

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

aphrodite will order a salad from a restaurant and then turn around and want whatever ares has, so by now he knows to just order what she says she wants because she’ll be eating it anyways

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? 

aph doesn’t let ANYONE touch her convertible. she does love ares’ motorcycle, so yeah: she borrows that all the time

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

ares will walk into the store with no clue what to buy and just buy whatever sounds good at the moment, so aphrodite has to make the list

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

aphrodite tells him “ares hon, until apollo is available, you have to take these!” and he’ll begrudgingly agree, as long as he gets a kiss for every pill he has to swallow

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

ares has tried so many times to teach aphrodite the basics of football, but she just doesn’t get it, poor dite. “they toss a brown oval around…..okay,” she’ll say

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

aphrodite, but ares has surprisingly been doing it more and more. when he senses that she’s in a sad/bad mood, he’ll put on her favorite waltzing song and spin her around until she’s laughing

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

they’re both notorious for being late, so neither. literally both of them are scrambling to get out the door every time. people think it’s because they’re *busy* beforehand, but no, they’re just bad at time management lol

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Aphrodite has Ares’ name tattooed under her left breast — “that’s where the heart is”, she says — and he has hers somewhere on his back with the rest of his tattoos

I hope these were okay :) also tagging @peggy-sue-reads-a-book because she loves ares and aph too <3

#ares #aphrodite #ares x aphrodite #greek mythology #greek gods #headcanons #mythology

[thefreakymunson]

Sneak peak

I got this idea from @sidthedollface2 and have sort of converted it into a OC (kind of) x Eddie Munson. Here's a little snippet. Let me know ig you want to be added to the tag list for it!

“Do you always talk this much about music when someone’s trying to dance for you?” She laughed, reaching a hand out to playfully stroke his cheek.

“Well, you’re the first person to ever dance for me, so I’m not up to date on stripper etiquette.” Eddie shrugged.

She slid down the pole and smiled softly as she made her way over to his seat, knocking his legs open wider.  She turned her back to him, sitting down on his lap as he watched, hands stuck to his sides, which she found adorable.  A soft laugh escaped her mouth as she reached down and gripped his hands, sliding them up and over her lap, the thick chunky rings leaving a run in her stockings as she moved his hands up over her legs.

When she leaned back against him, the scent of her perfume filled his nose.  She smelt like strawberries and vanilla and something else he wasn’t able to put his finger on.  It was intoxicating and he felt himself growing hard as she ground herself down against him, no matter how hard he tried to stop it.  She turned around to face him as she reached behind her and untied her top, letting it fall down her body and into his lap.  His eyes were glued to her tits, staring at her in disbelief.  She had a beautiful body and from what he could see of her face, she was beautiful as well. 

Her hands slid down over her body and his eyes caught a tattoo on the side of her wrist.  A tiny heart and a tiny star.  His hand reached out and his thumb ghosted over it, catching her off guard and she stopped grinding herself against him to turn and look at him.

“You’ve got a tattoo?” He nodded, “It’s cute.”

“Yeah,” She laughed softly, “I do.  It’s my only one so far…you’re hard to dance for.”

“Why?” He laughed, shaking his head slightly.

“Because you keep distracting me!” She laughed.

“My bad,” he gave her a small smile, “I’ll stop.  Continue.  Please dance for me.”

She gave him a small smirk, her lips quirking up on the left side as she stood up further and turned around, bending over to push her ass into his face and slipped the sheer lace panties down over her ass, exposing everything to him and he had to palm himself through his jeans to release a bit of discomfort.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, thankful when she stepped back onto the stage.

Thirty minutes later, she had finished her dance and was in the process of getting dressed when there was a knock on the door and a guard stuck his head in through the door, alerting them that time was up.

“Um..am I supposed to pay you or something?” Eddie chewed on his bottom lip.

“No,” she gave him a small smile, “Gareth paid and tipped nicely.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” She gave him a small smile.

“What’s your name?”

She thought for a second on if she should be truthful or not.  She knew him.  She had seen him around town plenty of times and at school when she showed up.  She could ruin her fun, let him in – it wasn’t like Eddie Munson had hundreds of friends to go blab that she was dancing two cities over. No one talked to him unless it was to buy drugs anyway.

“You can call me Iz,” she gave him a small smile.

“Is that your real name?”

“It’s real enough for you,” she patted his cheek before she walked over to the door and glanced back only once, “See ya around, Eddie. Happy birthday!”

On the drive home, Eddie was silent which was unusual.  Gareth cleared his throat and looked over at him sitting in the passenger side of the car.  He had his head resting on his hand that was propped up on the car door.

“You alright?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Eddie nodded, “Hey, did you tell that dancer my name?”

“I didn’t tell her your name, man.” Gareth shrugged, “Just told her to call you the birthday boy.”

“Then how did she know my name?” Eddie sat up straight in the seat and glanced over at him in shock.

“I don’t know, bro.  She could’ve just overheard me say it.” Gareth shrugged, “Did you at least have fun?”

“Yeah, I had fun.” Eddie nodded, “Thanks for the present.”

“Good…because it doesn’t look like you had fun.” Gareth laughed, “Jesus…you just had a gorgeous girl all over you and you look like someone just killed your dog. 

“She just seemed familiar, ya know?” Eddie shrugged, “Like I knew her from somewhere.”

When Gareth dropped him off that night, Eddie went in long enough to grab a beer and change into a bit more comfortable clothes before he walked out to the larger porch attached to his trailer and lit his cigarette, taking a long comforting drag.  He never done anything for his birthday.  His uncle tried to throw parties when he was younger, but it just left him feeling disappointed when no one would show up.  Now, he settled for a birthday dinner with his uncle and maybe one of his friends would come over to hang out. 

Eddie Munson wasn’t popular – that was for sure.  But the fact that “Iz” knew who he was meant something…it meant a lot, actually.  It made him feel seen when he often felt so very invisible.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson x OC #Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU

[eatsyourheartout]

facts about vile

her fav holiday’s halloween, you could beat her but you cannot beat her halloween costumes, you would NEVERRR catch her with a store bought costume, every costume is handmade, if there isn’t a halloween party coming up she throws one

she grew up to tim burton, stephen king, harry potter and horror media that shaped her to who she is now, she collected monster high dolls especially the vampire ones (her favorite being veronica von vamp) and her favorite bratz dolls were the bratzillaz, she had a big fascination with vampires and it grew from her favorite shows : buffy the vampire slayer & my babysitter’s a vampire, fun fact! her first nightmare was about dracula

she enjoys being chased than being in a relationship (even though deep inside that’s all she craves)

the way she acts around the people she has crushes on is 1- teasing constantly, 2- bullying them, 3- gift giving

if she had to pick a job it would be a piercer/ tattoo artist, she did most of her piercings herself except the dermals & did her siblings’s piercings

she finds drugs disgusting and would never get addicted to it but doesn’t mind trying (esp weed & lsd)

she would never get into a relationship easily, it takes her time to know if she’ll feel secure with them or not

she’s a great liar

her aura color’s purple (spiritual, creative imagination/artistic, connected to spirit guides, mystery, moody, ambition, sensitive, psychic abilities)

always has her nails done (black long stilettos)

the first thing strangers notice about her features is her sharp eyes, her beauty secret is thin arched brows to make her eyes more sharp bc this bitch got big soul eater eyes

she’s in a band called fright night and they only preform in clubs during halloween

she’s only experienced “things” with women, never with men

her signature perfume’s good girl by carolina herrera

her hair texture’s curly but she straightens the fuck out of it everyday, rarely see her in her big curls

she loovesss layering jewelry, she prefers silver or rhinestone ones

her weird quality is talking to herself even when there’s people around, either out loud or in her mind while moving her hands

her love language is physical touch & gift giving

she’s super affectionate towards her friends = sitting on their lap or kissing their cheeks, complimenting them and telling them she loves them, always gives them hugs whenever she has the chance to

hates side hugs

extremely flirty, people keep thinking she has a crush on them but that’s just how she is

stubborn brat asf

she loves eye contact

her closet is so black that it’s hard to find clothes she wants that’s why she takes so long to get ready

she can get along with anyone as long as they give the same energy back

she forgives but NEVER forgets, has insane memory

she can’t drink caffeine because of her anxiety issues but she loves the taste

she’s a horrible driver, surprisingly has a car (a black 1960s cadillac eldorado convertible) & a drivers license, the only reason she doesn’t crash is bc the car is too gorgeous

her weakness in a woman is a monroe piercing, a gap in their front teeth, curly hair & deep raspy voices, you already have her on her knees

her weakness in a man is piercings, long hair, red heads (dyed)

her handwriting is super neat and cursive, she has this weird obsession with stationary stuff (she gets excited when she goes back to school shopping) she collects notebooks and other stationary shit she usually doesn’t use, most of them are collecting dust rn but she loves them all either way and would never get rid of them

her favorite family member is her older brother sully, they’re practically best friends

her comfort food is mint chocolate ice cream

she rarely gets mad, if something bothers her / if she wants to confront someone she does it calmly

she always has cat food & gloves in her purse incase she runs into a cat

she has a black fluffy cat named nightmare, sully found her in the streets and brought her to vile, she’s super curious and likes to stare at people’s faces

did i mention she’s a cat person

always has a notebook by her bed to write her dreams, sometimes she has dreams that predicts the future

her mom’s hobby is dream reading and later on turned it into a job, vile learned so many things from her and got used to writing her dreams and analyzing it, one issue.. she found out most of vile’s secrets through her dreams

her favorite hair dye phase was chunky red highlights or full red hair and always goes back to it whenever she gets that phase

her singing voice sounds like a mixture between hope sandoval & elysian fields

her style icon is taylor momsen and pamela anderson

she collects herbs like a lil freak and loves mixing some n creating unique teas, she’s a sucker for tea (caffeine problem IK but it’s not as strong as coffee, she can drink it)

easiest way to have her heart in a chokehold is taking her to a cemetery date during a foggy morning, forest dates, bullying her, and finding her craft interesting enough to let her do a tarot reading on you (one time a guy confessed his feelings for her through a tarot reading and to this day she still thinks about it)

her favorite animals are snow leopards, bats and owls

her fav subjects are history and science, least fav is math

she likes to explore abandoned buildings

her theme song would be Angel by Massive Attack

#♱. vile info #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #dialovers

[forevercaroline]

I’m always writing and here is what I’m currently working on. @karinanic

1. Battle for Royalty:

Caroline and Harlan come out of the tattoo place and are headed to his jeep when Caroline says. “I’m going actually shopping with isadora so you can just drop me back off at the villa.”

“Your never going to let me forget that are you?”

“No never. Although if you lived at the Villa we could go ‘shopping’ anytime of the day.”

He side eyes her, he has no clue what she talking about. “What?”

Caroline looks down at the new bandage on her wrist. He has the same bandage on his wrist too. She is now nervous about this. “Your only going to be here for a couple more weeks and it’s probably been expensive living at the hotel. Plus it’s kinda lonely living in that mega mansion villa all by myself after uncle Sawyer went to the Brazil.“

“I’ll think about it.”

Caroline smiles and teases. “It is a big home maybe we could invite Cyrus to live with us too.”

Harlan with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand he playfully shoves her shoulder. The blonde laughs.

As he pulls into the driveway of the villa and she gets out he calls after her. “I’ll be back tonight to pick you up with my stuff.”

She gasp and gets a huge smile on her face. “Really?”

“Like you said it’s been expensive living in the hotel. And you have this mega mansion villa.”

“Fuck you.” She laughs as he pulls back down the driveway.

2.Coming home

Caroline takes a breath and prepares herself it’s been a long time since she’s been to this home and even longer since she has seen the woman who lives here. She takes another breath and goes to get out of the car. There are a sworn of reporters outside this home. As she is making her way through the crowd the front door opens and two guys leave one in his eighties and one in his early thirties.

As they pass each other in the crowd Caroline and the younger man stare at each other neither can believe they are seeing each other again.

“Come on John Ross.”

“I’m going to stay back.”

John Ross makes his way through the crowd again and slips into his moms home. He waits for what seems like forever for his mom and Caroline to stop talking. When he sees Caroline get up and leave the room he cuts her off and drags her into another room.

He pins her up to wall his hand on her hip the sharp intake of breath when his hand touched her. He leans in and his hot breath tickles her ear as he says. “What are you doing back in Dallas?”

Caroline’s hands run down the lapels of his suit jacket his eyes watch her hands move down his lapels and pull him even closer to her. “Your not happy to see me.”

They are inches apart and his hand moves up her thigh, he smirks when he hears her sharp Intake of breath. “Why did you leave?”

She leans in like she is going to kiss him gets inches from his lips before moving to his ear to whisper. “Come to the Omni tonight and I’ll tell you.”

Her lips brush his and she can feel how hard he is through his dress pants, their bodies are so close. Even after ten years their bodies crave each other.

He watches her leave and tries to pull himself together when he hears. “John Ross I thought you left with your father?”

3. Forbes

Peter Forbes walks into his office at his estate and sitting on the desk is todays mail. As he is going threw it there’s one envelope that catches his eye. It’s addressed to his daughter Lexi. He cuts it open and inside is a letter. “Your daughter is so beautiful I could watch her all day.”

A photo of Lexi leaving the estate in her blue convertible with Ethan and Aiden in the back falls out and on to his desk. There is no return address either. He checks his phone and it says 7:30pm. Lexi didn’t have any night classes and he’s worried about her.

The front door opens and he hears laughing. “Where were you?”

Lexi looks over at her dad coming into the foyer. Behind her is her two best friends Ethan and Aiden. “I told you we were going to the Montecito house and then on our way home we went to In n Out. Why is something wrong?”

Peter shakes his head. He doesn’t want to worry her. As he returns to his office he makes a call. “I need the best security team.”

I also have a list of wips I want to get back I’m just busy with other things.

Fast life: picks up a couple weeks after the last chapter. You meet Klaus sister Rebekah and she didn’t follow in the footsteps of her brother. Rebekah‘s boyfriend Vaughn is a criminal, and is forcing Lexi to drive for him holding her boyfriend Diego’s life over her head.

Magneto family: Wanda is looking for Billy and Tommy and instead finds Magneto and Peter and together they find Lorna and when the family is reunited they find Billy and Tommy.

My immortal love: Caroline and her sons Sebastian and Enzo work to solve Sebastian’s curse.

The new mikaelson family: it’s been a month since liz has died, Caroline doesn’t want to leave her and Klaus’ room, Katherine decides to help her and get her busy with planning her wedding to Elijah but they also find out the mikaelson home might be double booked since Hayley has claimed the home for her wedding to a werewolf.

Secret sister: there is a time jump and Caroline is the only one who notices that Stefan is not Stefan.

Rumbelle’s daughter: Davina brings her grandfather back and there is a town meeting about rumbelle’s children causing chaos in storybrooke.

Neverland twins: Henry is in neverland and so is his family only problem is Henry is with Peter and the lost boys. They think they have an in with tinker bell little do they know tinker bell is friends with Peter’s right hand’s twin sister.

#battle for royalty #Forbes #rumbelle’s daughter #my writing #caroline forbes #rumbelle #davina claire

[firstaidspray]

WIP DAY!!!

Tagged by @confidentandgood to post a WIP!!! I would do an art one too but I'm too lazy to get my tablet open and do all that. So you're stuck with Juliette meeting Ace Merrill and his gang in her Stand By Me verse. Note that this story takes place 10 yrs post-movie so Ace is 26 here. I didn't feel comfortable about writing him as 16 and also Kiefer was almost 19 in that role so I do NOT believe that Ace looks 16 and never have. So why not make him grow up and mature a bit? Just a little. He's still a bastard though.

(Also Stephen King gave him a terrible life story after Stand By Me so I own him now)

As Juliette had crossed the street, back to the side closest to the path back to her house, a convertible pulled up beside her, packed to capacity with a group of young men. They had to be around her age, 23...no, a little bit older. While there were seven in total, sitting in strange positions to fit themselves into the topless Camaro, it was only the driver that Juliette paid attention to.

She'd never claimed to believe that there was such a thing as "the most beautiful person in the world," but in that moment, it was all she could think. It was the spiky, bleach blond hair that first captured her attention, and then the eyes, an icy bluish green that felt like they were boring holes into her. His nose was cute, round at the tip and fit his face nicely. Below was a prominent cupid's bow on a pair of smirking, soft looking pink lips, between which a cigarette was resting. The lower half of his face was also dusted in short, scruffy stubble that gave him a more rugged look. 

"Umm…hi, guys," Juliette said flirtatiously, beginning her nervous habit of twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "D-do you need something from me?"

"Yeah, I'd like something from y-" began the one in the passenger seat, but he was silenced when the driver smacked him upside the head and proceeded to shut off the car, getting out and making his way over to Juliette.

When he reached her, she noticed that he wasn't as tall as she'd anticipated, but still dwarfed her 5'1 frame. Wearing a tight black t-shirt with rolled sleeves, Juliette could see his arms and chest were toned, the left bicep having a band of barbed wire tattooed around it.  Her thoughts instantly went to running her hands along those arms and his chest...

"What's your name, doll?" He asked in a gruff, alluring voice. He'd taken the cigarette from his lips and was tapping it so that ashes fell to the sidewalk between their feet. 

Juliette batted her lashes and gave a coquettish smile. "Juliette Chrysler. I'm new in town."

He smiled, this time with teeth, presenting her with a wolfish grin. "I know. It's a small town, and I'd recognize someone as pretty as you if I'd seen them before."

This made her blush, and she went from twirling her hair to chewing on one of her long, fake nails. "Wow…well what's your name?"

He took his cigarette back to his mouth and inhaled, before answering as he exhaled the smoke down in her face. "Ace. Ace Merrill. You better not forget that, Miss Juliette."

"I could never forget your name, Ace," Juliette replied, nearly out of breath because of how tight he made her chest feel, from both the smoke and attraction. The stare he was giving her felt like a vice, squeezing her painfully. 

His grin widened and he took his free hand to the side of Juliette's face, tucking the strand of hair she'd been twirling behind her ear and then cupping his hand on her cheek. As his cold eyes studied her reaction- the pink warmth on her cheeks, a pair of heart shaped lips parted slightly in awe, her long lashes fluttering nervously like a butterfly's wings- her dark brown eyes looked up at him in adoration, sparkling in the summer sunlight so that they had a tiny bit of golden shimmer. 

"You and I need to get together again sometime," Ace finally said, releasing Juliette's head from his hand. "How about tonight? I'll pick you up, and we'll head to the drive in theater. Don't bother with money, I'll pay for everything."

Juliette took a shuddering breath. "I, um, I would love that more than anything, Ace, but I just moved here, and I haven't even gotten my furniture into the house yet…I was actually looking for someone to help with that, do you know anyone?"

Ace turned to look at the other guys in his car, who had been watching the other two expectantly, then looked back to Juliette with a smirk. "We'll do it."

The six young men in the vehicle erupted in protest, but Ace turned to face them with a stern expression, those blue green eyes shooting daggers at the whole group, his teeth now grinding the cigarette between them. 

"You heard me, boys. We're gonna head over to Miss Juliette's house and help her move in, and none of you are going to complain, got it?" His voice had changed from a sultry gruff to a dangerous gruff. 

All of the others nodded in agreement, but one piped up, "I'm only doing it if we get paid!"

Juliette waved her hands. "Oh, don't worry, I'll pay you all! I'll even make you guys some lunch and get some sodas. You'll be compensated, I promise."

The one who spoke out of turn and was within inches of Ace smacking him in the face nodded. "Sounds good, miss."

#my ocs #wip day #my writing #juliette chrysler #x: i want you to want me #v: stand by me

[jellimac-sims-stories]

Simfluencer

Jellimac

Your world can change dramatically overnight when you least expect it

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Chapter 1 It happens just like they say. One night you go to bed with 4,382 followers and the next morning you wake up with 1,204,382 followers. One photo and you're a social media star!

I’m new in town. The brand new resident at 910 Medina Studios in the Arts Quarter. Just moved to San Myshuno about a month ago from Oasis Spring. Don’t get me wrong I really like my hometown. Born and raised child of the dust and sand. All this cold light and concrete is going to take some getting used to. Oasis Spring is a really great desert town strongly influenced by the rockabilly style. Everything there is Presley, Lewis, and Cash, and early rock’n’roll music playing in almost every locally owned business around town. I barely remember seeing my dad in anything other than black with an acoustic guitar by his side a la his idol Johnny Cash and my mom as his own June Carter with an equally beautiful singing voice. 

Back when I was a kid, my dad used to paint and race vintage cars and my mom was a local pin-up girl star. I loved going to the car show circuits with them looking at all the cars and art. It's gotten kinda sleepy around there nowadays. There are still the old touches around like my favorite book store called “Blue Suede” but it's all changing with the times. Things are turning more eco-friendly. 

My childhood best friend Josh and his brother Jonah both live in these converted container homes they built from the ground up. I love those boys like family. They’re both tall enough to be called tall although Josh is a bit taller than his older brother, we all have tattoos and are natural redheads but Jonah’s recently bleached his hair platinum blond. Josh is my age and we’ve been friends since pre-k. Jonah is basically like a father to both of us. He's always been there to encourage and support us both after my parents and their mom mysteriously didn't return from a car festival in Strangerville when we were all young. I lived with the two of them and their father until we all decided we had enough of his excessive drinking.

Back home I'm a local artist. Not famous or anything. That's why I picked the Arts Quarter to move to. I picked a nice little studio apartment with the bones for bohemian decor. Mixed exposed brick throughout, hardwood floor, lots of built-in shelving, and the cutest little nook for a desk. My apartment has a lot of personality but unfortunately needed a bit of TLC here and there. Sometimes a fuse blows or the pipes running through my bedroom leak but I am more than able to take care of any repairs myself. 

In San Myshuno there are four districts; Uptown, Fashion District, Spice Market, and Arts Quarter where I live. Clearly, all the uber-rich people live in Uptown or the Fashion district, and the cool people live in the Spice Market or Arts Quarter. So you can imagine my surprise when the usual welcome wagon came round my first day in my new apartment and one of my visitors was an actual celebrity...

Wanna read the rest right now? Check out the whole store on my AO3

#simblr #the sims 4 #the sims #fan fiction #fan fic #reading #writing #ao3 #read on ao3 #maxis match #simsfluencer #jellimac sims #jellimac #jellimac sims stories

[meanwhileinstasiville]

What the thinking probably is behind...

Two "navigator" busses at Garfield street: aryan brotherhood and other skinhead associated white gangs trying to be "authority figure" of any kind. (Because they've been led to believe and/or ordered to act on, getting an improved quality of life by doing this sort of thing. *Perhaps doled out by cartels*

All the coopers and paradoxically, some of the teslas actively seeking me out: Someone heard I "wanted to belong" somewhere (news to me) and clearly, following me around with their car based *solely on the connotation* of make and model, is the *best possible way* to advertise. *perhaps also doled out by cartels, because cooper is suspiciously similar sounding to "koopa"* (They're really trying to convert the local *international* drug production hub in the valley of the (latin)kings, into liquid whiteness.

Yellow: Like a whore of Babylon joke disguised as a sunflower tattooed woman, there's a religious push under there. See the yellow where thematically ethnic businesses exist, perhaps parked dead center outside. See the three wheeled moped roll up next to me, this one yellow at the entrance bridge. Like a Charon's ferry joke. See all yellow things; in a food pantry; in the cart ahead at Moc during off peak hours. And I don't think it's the least bit funny but for two things; a fortune 500 company based in this town, and an international drug production hub and also "cartel geneva" down the road (based here in the valley; one of the historically whitest communities in the united states). "You eat the yellow" "you drink the yellow" "the yellow is in everything" Yellow is a color and the one I don't like, so I don't want to implicate a synagogue, but it does feel like them.

A gang stalker representing all my stolen (and compromised, if playlists at local markets since are any indication) devices over the years: Conoting celebrity stalking; they must know [celebrity] really well, because they've been stealing their socks and reading their mail for a long time, right?

People with dead end jobs beginning to look more like me than they don't, around town: everything cartel latinos do, is communal, meaning there's a "caste development" operation running out of the vicinity of the college *cough* ryan *cough*. So squat and wide "humpty dumpty" built men and women should start "soaking up" the middle management and/or authority sans immediate responsibility jobs, soon about town. Especially and most prominent where latinos have long made inroads into white gangs (and whole businesses within their sphere of influence)

Ashland Safeway begins resembling shop n kart across town for no discernible logical reason: Ashland Safeway remodeled a dilapidated location going back some fifty years, staffed it entirely with blonde haired and blue eyed (a stark departure from Safeway corporate history; picture a single target store of cis and terf gay bashers) employees under direction of "tall poppies" called Midwest store directors. And then, diversity. All the sudden, from nowhere, and what followed *then*? Subtle little things. A "milk the magic" sign back in the dairy, a "wall" of kettle chips across the front of the store, a wine aisle adjacent to a centralized produce department, aisles named after roads in town where "snk" called it's center span "a boulevard of broken dreams". And yeah, it seems trendy until "pet food, cleaning products, small repair knickknacks" is aisle "13". And yes also, staffing around present time is looking a lot more like the co-op. (Because there was Cantwells and that was Rome, and snk is the eastern roman empire to the co-op's western one, for *Ashland store* title competition)

*Corner is quiet for once*

So what does all that mean? If snk is the Ashland store, then Safeway (syndicated, corporate, absorbed a family department chain from Arizona) should act like snk; meaning snk employees and management could be *the best employees*, helping cartel latinos ultimately and in the short run, to poison the well of a national corporation. And before snk management manages to "kill it's host". How to get an "in" as it were. (Co-op deserves a mention here, because it's long been the town meat market, and Safeway is all glass now out front; co-op "meat" itself can't even afford the meat market anymore since things got so bad)

Formerly a school before a Safeway; slow business there is because all the customers were old enough to *remember the school*. And have long since passed.

4300: A family plot going back six generations in the family, and choicest seeming part of a vast estate a long time ago. A former site of nationally important kkk meetings at the "peak" of their influence. A climbing parlance for *really tall and scarce mountain*. A prize seemingly for everyone from nazis to hassidics (issac AND Ishmael), cartels, criminal organizations Sicilian, Russian, even Chicago itself. What that land does to people. Whole former empires want that damn thing.

[sunsethillshq]

 welcome  home  delilah  ,  we’re  so  excited  to  have  you  here  at  sunset  hills  !  before  we  give  you  the  keys  to  your  new  place  ,  make  sure  you  go  over  this  checklist  to  make  sure  everything’s  all  squared  away  —  we’ll  give  you 24  hours  to  come  by  the  leasing  office  ,  please  let  us  know  if  you you  need  anything  at  all  !

.ೃ࿐ ( abigail cowen , cis woman , she/her ) a little birdy told me delilah “daisy” king just moved to sunset hills . have you met them yet ? they look somewhere around 24 , if i had to guess ! pretty sure i heard them driving down the street golden by harry styles , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something . hey … it looks like they just moved into marina hall . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a music major , but who knows if that’s even true . guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see . nervous ? maybe you should be . sunset speaks just posted about them … apparently they’re resident id 001? between you and me , i think that might spark some things in the community … but what do i know ! you guys might get along just fine ! ( louisa , she/her , 21 , gmt . )

headcannons;

delilah was always a free spiritied child, unable to listen to authority, a trait her parents found endearing as a child but troublesome as a teenager. as a child she would run away from her family and babysitters on walks to go pick flowers and chase flowers, giving her the nickname daisy, she has a flower tattooed on her for this reason

her passion and talent for music came from her father, they used to bond when he would let her come down to the basement of their house and play around with his instruments, whre she truly found her voice and her love of the drums

her first car was a van she converted into a moble home, helped to convert into by her father, who let her park it in his driveway, her first true taste of freedom

#accepted .

[ltkarma]

some lil headcanons under the cutty cut cos it’s all i got in me rn :

avi holds a private civilian pilot’s license but never once considered following a path to becoming a naval aviator. her pops was a pilot and was honourably discharged due to injury and a late diagnosis of multiple scirosis that followed. taking up a desk job at the the pentagon they were moved from home on base in virginia to the suburbs of washington in late ‘99. avi was ten years old.

her father was killing during the terrorist attack on the pentagon on 9/11/2001. she and her mother stayed in dc throughout the worst of it -- her mom still lives in alexandria.

she majored in poli sci at university of michigan ann arbour and enlisted soon after graduation. as it stands she’s been serving for just over a decade.

catch her working on her car in her free time. forrest green 1970 corvette convertable if you were wondering. she loves that old rust bucket more than life itself. once day she’ll be able to drive it , one day. until then it’s her 2012 toyota all the way.

what is romance ? it’s not that she’s cold , but karma is definitely a cool customer. most people can’t tell if she’s just living up to her rep or a real tough nut to crack. either way you’ll need a big run up or a whole heap of charm to buy her a drink sucessfully. ( scared of commitment thanks to her dad and his death ? probable trauma ? afraid of allowing herself to love someone incase they leave her ? secret softy ? yeah okay i mean ... pfft. )

her spotify playlist is a whole heap of 80s mixed with 70s funk and 60s dance hall tunes. her dad’s viynl collection is massive and something she has neatly arranged in display cabinets at her place. it’s the only thing of his ( with his medals and the flag her mom couldn’t bear to hold onto ) she has and music really does take her back.

she never removes her gold star of david. (  makes me think of goose and his crucifix a lil and i sob. ) avi also has a tattoo in hebrew that runs across the middle of her back, over the base of her ribs that reeds ‘ forgiven. ’

her mom is ashkenazi with family hailing from lithuania and poland. her dad wasn’t particularly religious but he converted for her mom so they could marry in synagogue.

karma is really and i mean really good at her job. since she was a kid it’s been very easy for her to pick up on the details of any given situation. she’s an expert at reading body language and can probably figure you out down pat within a hour of meeting you for the first time ( and if you’re real lucky she’ll give you the whole talk on how people fit into certain social tribes and once you figure that out you really got ‘em ... ) lets just say it takes a real wild card to throw her off.

karma has flown backseat a couple of times. she loves it but always feels a real lull in her mood once back on the ground - it’s not something she’s overly keen on any more ( but never say never ... ) she’s spent most of her time in the air aboard E-2D Hawkeye’s.

#* [ HEADCANONS.] #* [ OOC. ] #[ karma intel incoming. ] #[ i mean i could be doing tags or something idk this feels more important. ]