#u must pick up shiny

[joelhoney]

#1 girl

pairing: dbf joel miller x afab/sorority sister reader

kenny here... tumblr Blipped me u guys. but i loved this too much to let it waste into nothingness. so here we go again take two using an ancient blog i never even used (from 2016 mind u...) enjoy!

You're too wrapped up in sorority duties to remember somebody's supposed to pick you up and drive you home tonight. One pissed-off Joel, curious conversation, and cowboy hat later, your evening takes an unexpected turn.

warnings: no outbreak au, dbf!joel, self gratuitous age gap (21/51), shy reader w/ some bursts of confidence, blowjob (m receiving), handjob (f receiving), dirty talk, praise, degradation too..., overuse of pet names... must b all

Of all the ways you imagined spending your fifth day of spring break, the last was in your dad’s best friend’s pickup truck with lame rock playing dryly through the console radio. In fact, last is generous—the idea itself had never even been conjured in your head.

The reason why is because you and your dad’s best friend—Mr. Miller—don’t typically interact beyond the confines of dinners, mandatory laughter, and the occasional one-on-one about something like boys in college, or classes in college, or the drive to college. Nothing much had changed when you moved the brief drive away to UT Austin, and between you everything’s remained the same, even now in your senior year.

For instance, a break—summer, spring, winter—would begin with your parents picking you up and shuttling off to the house, and end with an affair of the similar sort. Quickly into your first year, though, you learned to always insist you either leave school late or leave home early for spring break to take advantage of campus parties, especially because your senior year had cemented your shiny new position as President of Alpha Phi.

Any officer position in a sorority already came with a good deal of responsibility, let alone the presidency; and in addition to having recently turned twenty-one, the role required you to exhaust every drop of social battery, every ounce of skill you had at party hosting and alcohol obtaining without the use of a flimsy fake.

The eliminated nerves of using fakes made you much less nervous during parties, which often led to you letting more loose than usual. This party you’re in was thrown by some frat on campus, but this house is your last place of four; first two pregames, then a bar, then here. At some point at the bar your sisters had surprised you with a fun gift for the night, so you’re also wearing a pink sash, onto which rhinestones spelling out #1 Girl have been glued with precision.

Already you’re dizzy, wiping clammy fingers on the stiff cotton of your tight tank top, the curve of your tits spilling over the Alpha Phi logo. It’s small on you, the hem high above your navel and higher above the loose, low hem of your denim shorts. If they fell low enough on your hips, the high arch of your pink thong would’ve shown itself—maybe it did at some point, you’re too loopy to care.

“Oh, no,” you’re saying, but you can barely hear yourself over the rap song playing and everyone singing along, “no, I hate Jäger.” You’re shaking your head at your best friend and Vice President, Lia, who raises two handfuls of the opaque liquid. She shakes her head, sets them down on the table you’re leaning against.

“Lighten up, duuude. We’re taking them to celebrate your first and last spring break as President.”

“Aw, fine,” you muse loudly, giving in. “Only this once.” Out of obligation and genuine gratitude, you allow yourself to stomach your least favorite drink—then another, and another, a bit of each shot dribbling down the column of your throat and stickily onto your chest.

Lia snaps at the red bra strap that peeks out of your tank strap, laughing. “Settle down, Prez.” A partygoer, rowdy as they come, roughly deposits a sweaty cowboy hat onto your head and you yelp in surprise, steadying it. Whoever gave this, I’m keeping it! you holler, laughing as you feed yourself a shot of something your tongue enjoys more.

Absolut crowds the inside of your mouth when you take it back, interrupted only when a hand comes to shake at your shoulder. In your rush to turn, you nearly hit them with your hat.

It’s Cole, a good friend and member of the frat whose house you’re currently getting tipsy in. His eyes are rimmed and the whole air of him smells like weed. He offers one greeting: “Yo.” His eyes slide down to your chest, where your tugged-down tank has exposed a few inches of your red bra’s lacy cups.

“Hey,” you say, the syllable sounding sticky. “Up here, you ass. Jägerbomb?” You offer a smile.

“‘M a’ight. Listen, some…” He shakes his head, like he’s trying to place what he’s here to tell you. Then he nods, having remembered—“Right. Some old guy’s out front asking for you.”

“Asking for me? Old… guy?” Your eyebrows scrunch together, mind foggy. “My dad?” Shit. You’d completely forgotten they’d be picking you up today or tomorrow. Maybe they’d been waiting for hours—it’s one-thirty, the clock on the living room mantel reads. 

“Nah, man, not your dad, this guy’s… he’s got a red pickup truck, um, he’s, like, he’s old looking.” He raises a hand above his own head. “Tall.” His voice is drawly with the weed high, but as soon as he said red pickup, you knew exactly who he was talking about. One look at your phone confirms it—five missed calls and a message, 11PM, sent by your dad: Joel’s in the area for work. He’s going out with buddies but can swing by the house to pick you up. I’m giving him your #.

“Fuck.” You blink. “Fuck! I gotta go.” 

You never usually have to pack shit to go home, considering the drive isn’t too far. Briefly you consider making a detour to collect things from your sorority house, but you decide to sacrifice the laptop and the few important chargers. So, armed with only your phone, you wrench your way out of the crowd, a few goodbyes thrown in your direction and back.

The front door is open so the partygoers spill onto the front yard, intermittent conversation littering the area. Along the pavement, frat guys’ Civics and and Priuses are parked beside an old looking red pickup truck; leaned against it is—

“Mr. Miller,” you blurt out when you’re closer to him, voice steady (your mind is just as well, shocked back to lucidity from his presence). “I’m sorry. I had no idea you’d be picking me up today—tonight—” You heave a sigh, apologetic, refusing to meet his eyes. “Sorry.”

His arms are crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his button-up rolled up to his elbows. Even from a few feet away you can make out the shape, the lines of muscle on his forearms. He looks tired, moody—more than usual—and your heart pangs with guilt at the idea that you could be the reason behind it. But despite your best—really, your best—efforts, your stomach still swoops the same way it did when you were seventeen and naive, enough to find next-door-neighbor Mr. Miller extremely handsome. Hell, extremely hot.

It didn’t make sense. You’d suspected your little crush would be that—an adolescent, childish thing, evaporating more and more into thin air with every drive made to campus. But he never stopped being handsome, never stopped his corny jokes and the pet names that got you warm every time you visited over break. You had plenty of eye candy on campus, athletes and gamers alike, and yes you’d been picky, but had managed to sleep with a select few—despite all of it, only the remnants of your fantasies of Mr. Miller satiated you when your hand creeps into the apex of your thighs late at night, lust wrangling shame into silence for a few minutes.

You blink and the train of thought is over—the real thing is here, eyebrows set low, mouth frowning.

“Kiddo,” he starts, his voice thin with exhaustion, “look, I’ve done my share of… drinkin’, and that. I get it. But you gotta…” He clicks his tongue, eyes looking your outfit up and down. “You gotta let me know, let your parents know, where you are, and if you’re okay. ‘Cause I really did not want to spend tonight drivin’ from house to bar, to bar to house, feelin’ like I was lookin’ all over Austin for you.”

“I know,” you supply quickly, nodding. Your hands, fidgety, find purchase on the fibres of the silk sash strung along your figure. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller. I didn’t check my phone the entire evening, and—”

“It’s okay.” He says, nonchalant, lifting himself off the side of the car to walk to the drivers’ side. Gruffly, he adds, “Car.”

You’re quick to tug the door open, settling yourself on the passenger seat and breathing nervously. Your legs are littered with body glitter, your chest with the tack of Jäger. You spot him outside, his walk slow. He’s annoyed—rightfully so—stopping just shy of the door to pinch at the bridge of his nose, his lips miming a slow exhale. When he finally wrangles himself to sit, it’s quiet for a minute, then another.

“Y’have fun?” He starts the car, thrumming it to life. You nod, then offer a verbal answer—yeah. He nods, wiping a palm over his face. “What were you up to?” 

“I, um… I organized a pregame for my sorority.” You toy with the rogue strands of denim of your shorts. “We went to a bar, after… then another… then, well.” You gulp. “Here.” The last question escapes you in a shaky, breathy squeak. “And you?”

“Hah, sure, kid. Had some contractor thing, half an hour from here. Then drinks with a coupl’a buddies from work. Could’ve been home by eleven-thirty,” he says roughly, driving through the still-vibrant streets of campus, “but it’s nearin’ two and I’m on a college campus.” The urge to apologize bubbles at your lips, high in your stomach, but you remain quiet. After a few stretches of dry silence, he asks again. “That party must’ve been real fun for you to leave your old man—and me—on radio silence, wun’nit?”

“Sure,” you manage, stammering. “We were celebrating my sorority presidency.” The dark scenery of Austin blurs past. 

“Oh, sorority presidency,” he repeats, both teasing and genuinely curious. “I did hear your dad mention you were in Alpha Phi, s’that right?” You nod. “What’s that, then? Do presidents get cowboy hats?”

Your face grows hot, hands reaching up to clutch at the rim of the hat atop your head. “No, this—somebody put it—it was a joke, Mr. Miller.” A huffy laugh escapes you. “Sorry.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, and you wrench the reminder he’s 51 he’s 51 he’s 51 through your head while he pauses, “‘m drivin’ you around Austin late at night, and I’ve known you for your whole life. How ‘bout we drop the Mr. Miller act, alright?”

“Oh. Okay,” you say. His hands grip the steering wheel firmly, and your eyes wander to his arms, to how he’s basically stuffed into the shirt he’s wearing, big and broad and bulky. His eyes remain focused ahead, so you let yourself indulge a tad bit more—lower, to the material of his jeans. It’s dark in the truck, so you can’t see much, just the flex of his thighs. “Joel.”

“Attagirl.” You chew at the inside of your cheek, already feeling arousal simmering in you, low and dirty. You’re going to soak through this godforsaken thong. “Mind if I make a pit stop?” You shake your head profusely, watch as he pulls into a gas station parking lot. “Want anythin’, girl?”

“N—” your lips form, but you scrap your original answer. “Gum, if they have it.”

“Be damned if they don’t.” He slams the door shut and you watch him enter the store, watch him through the glass panels. He’s so broad. You’d nearly completely forgotten how stupidly you liked him, and now it’s coming, throttling back full-force, especially with the thrilling aspect of it possibly coming to fruition. You are, after all, an adult. And so is he, paying for his shit with a tight-lipped expression, arms crossed again, arms big and—Jesus.

You squeeze your thighs together, willing yourself to get your shit in place when he pulls the door open again, his eyes scanning your seated figure. He tosses you the packet of gum, and you respond with a sweet thank you, Mr. M—Joel, and you fiddle with the packaging as he starts the car again, driving until scenery grows more and more familiar, closer to home.

“By the way,” he says, voice husky with the unuse of not talking for a while. “Think it’s best you spend the night at my house tonight, kid. It’s late. Later than late.” 2:44, the console digital clock reads in blinky red text. “Your parents don't want the door rattlin’ open at this hour, so I’ll let you in the guest room.”

“Oh,” you say. “Sure.”

“D’you have a change of clothes?” He asks, even if he knows you climbed into the seat with nothing but your phone and a cowboy hat. You shake your head and he tsks. “You’re barely covered, sweetheart. Best be careful walkin’ around when the night’s this chilly.”

Barely covered. You think of every possible response, but what leaves your glossed lips is the riskiest: “What do you mean, barely covered?”

You figure if he starts saying shit like what are you insinuatin’, kiddo? You better sleep at yours tonight instead, it’s an easy out—you’re turning the corner onto your street now, and your stomach is boiling with nerves, sticky and anticipatory. “I jus’ mean… it shows a lotta skin.” 

“It’s sorority merch, Joel,” you reply, half-amused and half-defensive.

“No, I”—he sighs, like he wants to backtrack what he’s just said—“I know, but… always worth somethin’ to be careful. Might catch a cold with all that leg… all that—you—showin’.” He parks in front of his house, this sizey, homey thing, and your heart flips knowing how familiar this place has been to you your entire life.

“I’m not going to wear winter gear to a spring break frat party.” You’re bolder, suddenly, but even if the statement is, your voice is level, meek, even. Joel nods, as if admitting defeat, and gets out of the car first; you follow, sneakers crunching against the asphalt as you follow him into the house.

“I hope,” he starts when you’re stationed beside him at the door, “I didn’t… offend you. I was jus’ concerned, is all.” Then he’s stoic again, slipping inside, straight to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water. He flicks a yellow light on and you squint when you get there, rubbing at your eyes to prevent them from aching.

You’re still rubbing at them when his gaze drops from your fussed-up hair and askew hat down to the shiny surface of your chest. Your goddamn top leaves him nothing to the imagination, your tits spilling out of it scandalously. The low cut even lets your bra peek through, red and bright and hey, you show up from college wearing these large university shirts and sweatpants—not this, never this. And your shorts, the way they’re really just a fucking belt, starting low on your hips and cut off high above your thighs.

Alpha Phi, the pink text on your white top reads on the left chest area. Right where your tits curve into the top, the slogan is printed: Union hand in hand. God, sororities and their fucking… quotable bullshit. And don’t get him started on the sash, this cutesy, frilly thing he wants to loop around your wrists so he can fuck you over the counter. He knows he can’t—it’s so wrong, so wrong. He’s known your dad for ages. 

But you… you're so tempting, a little minx, chirping Mr. Miller all sweet and apologetic, chest out on full display. He blinks when he hears your voice filter through the fog in his head. “—off?”

“What was that, sweetheart?” His eyes meet yours again and he feels a twinge of embarrassment at the way your bashfulness has somewhat melted to give way to the clear amusement on your face. You must’ve spotted the way he ogled you; he wasn’t exactly trying his hardest to be subtle, unfortunately. 

“D’you have something I can use to wipe myself off?” You gesture to your sticky collarbone area. “I got Jäger all over myself. Can’t handle the stuff.” You grimace at the memory, and he goes to grab a wet wipe; while waiting, you hoist yourself up onto the counter, bare legs swinging.

Joel turns to toss you the packet of wipes, but his throat dries before he can even call your name out. Your back is to him, and clearly you’re waiting for his return—you’ve busied yourself by sitting on his counter and letting the hot pink lace of your thong rise above the waistline of your shorts. Lord have mercy, he thinks to himself, adjusting his jeans as he walks back over to you.

“Wipes,” he says roughly, not anything else.

You accept the packet and smile shyly. “Can you…” you pause, the implication hovering over both of you, heavy. “Wait for me?” He nods, inviting. Warm. And he watches, inviting but not very warm anymore, the way you wipe over the expanse of your chest, over the curve of your tits, every other part of you dusted in glitter.

“So,” you say again. “Since we’re on first name basis now, Joel, I, um—I hope it’s okay to ask questions.”

“Sounds reasonable. Go for it,” he accepts. 

“When’s the last time you went to a party?” Your smile is mischievous. 

He chuckles, a huff of air. “...Long, long ago, kid. Back in my day, partyin’ meant beer, maybe a little weed… not that I'm complaining there, you understand.” He nods resolutely. “These days, a quiet home-cooked meal with just the people I really care about… is a party.”

“Wow, what an old guy answer,” you giggle. “Back in youuuur day.” Your raspy, honeyed voice wraps around the your with a teasing lilt.

“Oh, I’m old now, am I?” His stoic demeanor chips away when he laughs. “That makes you what, sweetheart? You’re barely a pup.”

At his words—at the utterance of pup—you roll your eyes and try to shift your seating so your thong doesn’t stick to your folds. “Okay, fine, next.” You’re not even wiping anymore, the material wrung into your fingers, which lay in a fist by your side. “When’s the last time you got shitfaced?”

He gives a grimace of a smile. “Aw… boy, it's been a while.” He comes closer, going from leaning on the opposite drawers to right beside you on the counter. You’re sitting and he’s leaning but still he’s taller, just a bit level. “But there was that one time back in my more adventurous days, when I was younger. A bachelor party wh… well, the details don't really bear talkin’ ‘bout in polite conversation.” He raises his eyebrows. “Why ya askin’ all this? What’s will all the last times?”

“I’m curious, is all.” You smile, leaning back; if his eyes drop just a bit, he’ll see right through your top, maybe even underneath the cup of your bra. “Okay, fine one last… last time.” You giggle, breathy. “When’s the last time you… had sex?”

The air shifts, and Joel clears his throat before chuckling. “S’none of your business, young lady. A gentleman is not raised to kiss and tell.”

“Oh, but he gets shitfaced n’ tells?” You test, pouting and leaning closer toward him so you can quiet your voice. “Come on. I won’t tell anyone I even asked.”

He sighs, contemplating. “Well… it’s been a while.” He gets his fair share of lays, when he goes out to bars with friends or the rare date, but nothing too drastic. It has been a few months. “But you didn’t hear that from me, understood? Now, let’s drop it.”

But you don’t drop it, you brat. “You’re like the born again 40-year-old virgin,” you tease smoothly.

“Try 51, honey,” he grunts out, depositing your dry wipes at the disposal across you. He turns back around, restrained. 

“And what, you don’t wanna change that?” No, he thinks—what he wants is to take you over the counter ’til you’re sobbing and sore.

“Hey now, don’t think I don’t think about it sometimes. But I jus’—I don't wanna get involved with no one, even though... Hell, if I met the right person, I might just change my mind. Ain’t that the way it goes?”

“That’s such an antiquated view of sex,” you quip boldly, pressing your arms to your sides. “What happened to just having one good fuck?”

His eyes flicker down then up. “Well, hey. Slow down with the cursin’, sweetheart. And what in the hell makes you think I don’t do that?” He crosses his arms, offering a raised eyebrow and an insufferably smug smile.

“You didn’t necessarily object when I called you a twice-over virgin.”

He chuckles. “There’s more than one way to let it all out, my girl. You don’t have to just go all in to hit the spot.” The thought of him using his own—or some girl’s, actually, hand, throat… to get off, gets you all hot. You want to be that girl. His girl.

“Like how?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“Old man like myself probably can’t offer tricks you’ll find… useful.” He grunts, prepares to go upstairs. He reaches over you for the packet of wipes and your proximity urges him to stop, savor the closeness before the rational part of him reminds him you’re his best mate’s daughter.

“Okay, fine,” you say sweetly, voice much quieter—reserved just for the space between you two. “One last, then.”

Mmm, he huffs affirmatively, greenlighting your request. Impatient.

“Since when did old men do that?” You ask, inquisitive, placing emphasis on his self-proclaimed old man title.

“What? Entertain l’il minxes like yourself?” He responds, intending to break your newly-built façade of smugness.

“No,” you respond coolly. “Pack nine inches.” Then you’re clambering off the counter and walking to the stairs. He inhales sharply at the sudden vulgarity of your words, watches every move, every little bounce of your pert ass under the tiny shorts, the wave of your hair, every flex of the ridden-up lace thong against your back.

You turn briefly. “Coming or what?” And then you slip upstairs.

He hears the pad of your footsteps grow quiet and shuts his eyes, letting his composure waver in your absence.

Had he known Harold’s little girl would turn out to be the world’s biggest fucking tease—Jesus Christ. “Lord,” he rasps under his breath, repeating a mantra, holding back the urge to palm himself through his jeans. “Lord, have mercy.” Then he follows you, already spotting something different—the open door at the end of the hall.

His open door. It’s the one that directly mirrors your parents’, a revelation they all had a good laugh at. Sometimes if a matter was so pressing, a well-aimed pebble to the glass window would get Joel’s attention well enough. The lights are flicked on, cool-warm, in his bedroom. You’re in his bedroom. 

Or you’re not. He walks in to find no trace of you, save for the scuffed white sneakers by the doorframe. He toes off his own boots and spots the walk-in closet light’s also been flicked on. 

“Christ, you’re quick. You’re s’posed to be in the guest room.” He gestures vaguely to the one on the left side of the hall, even if you can’t see him.

“I had to pee. And I needed something to sleep in,” you say politely from inside. He grunts softly to himself at the thought of you undressing in there, the thought of you pulling on something of his. 

“Get out of there,” he orders. “I’ll get you somethin’.” Under his breath he mutters, “S’my goddamn closet.”

You chirp okay but he adds anyway: “Hurry, out.”

So you do follow him, even follow the order to hurry, because you’re hasty in your exit, clutching the cowboy hat to your chest. “Sit.” He points to the bed, watches you set the hat next to yourself gingerly. And one last time he asks the Lord for mercy, quietly and in his head, before shutting off every other rational thought that had stopped him tonight. 

You follow suit, hat still clutched to your torso, and he slowly comes to stand just in front of you, your face level with the buckle of his leather belt. When you shift he catches sight of the side of your bra, the lace of it. Eyes cast to your bare thighs, you pipe up.

“By the way, Mr. Miller—Joel, I didn’t mean to say any of—I mean, I thought we could talk comfortably about it… that… stuff, but I took it too f—” 

“You’re damn fuckin’ right you took it too far.”

He spits it out roughly, harshly. Like he’s scolding you. A zip of shock goes through you—you hadn’t heard him swear so loud before. Maybe he is. “I give you a free ride home at half past one, give you water, give you a place to sleep for the night knowin’ damn well your momma n’ dad would both have killed ya if you stepped foot in that house wearin’ next to nothing. What do I get in return?” He looks down at you, two rough fingers jerking your chin to look up at him.

“I—” you squeak, your voice and confidence betraying you. You’ve soaked through your panties at his sudden switch in behavior. Like you’d broken a dam.

“I get a brat… whorin’ herself out to me like I’m not over twice her age.” He tuts, like he really is disappointed, and your heart almost drops. “I get all these damn questions about sex, like you think I’ll break and fuck you on my kitchen counter.” He was considering it. “All the teasin’, all the skirtin’ around in a thong and a fuckin’…” He shakes your chin. “S’there even anythin’ in that head of yours, honey?”

Your mouth’d been open. You shut it and lick over your lips. “Yeah,” you defend weakly. His hand lowers to stroke at the column of your throat, then to hook under the tight strap of your bra, peeking out under the white of your top. He sidles it back and forth.

“S’this why you asked me all those dumb questions downstairs, huh, sweetheart? ‘Cause you wanted me to pull your top open and fawn over this”—he yanks the hat away, revealing your torso underneath—“little show o’yours?” Your cleavage is sinful, downright—perfect, perky, inviting him to mouth at your tits. Your sash sits prettily above them and he can’t help but pull at it, too, jolting you toward him. 

“N—” you inhale sharply, letting him pull and push you around as he pleases. He observes the blinding glittery writing on the pink material and lets out a humorless, self-satisfied huff of laughter.

“Number… one… girl.” His rough thumb grazes over the divots of the rhinestones. “That’s jus’ about right, ain’t it?”

“Yes,” you reply, voice small. 

“I’m not sure I agree, baby girl,” he drawls. His touch is precise—he knows exactly where to go, what he’s doing—but rough, dirty, almost, and the huge size of his hands don’t help to support otherwise. He tugs down your tank top so it’s tucked underneath your bra, and you yelp, making a move to cover yourself. He laughs again—“Sure, go all shy on me like you haven’t been showin’ yourself off to me all night. Knees.”

You get off quick, so quick you’re dizzy when you steady yourself on two knees. Two lithe hands make their way to his belt but he steps backward, revels in your evident confusion, clumsiness, the flush high on your cheekbones. “Buckle down, sweetheart.”

“But—”

“No goddamn buts. Listen to me.” He ends up being the one to make work of his belt, and while he talks you have to bite your lip to keep from going slack-jawed at the sight of him. You’d been kidding about the nine inches thing, but Christ he’s huge, strained against the tight denim. He’s thick even under the layers of clothing, and all you want to do is choke on him. “You’re gonna let me use that mouth t’get off, first thing,” he grunts, like this is all some chore to him, “because I am not goin’ to put my cock in my best mate’s daughter.”

“How about,” you croak lightly, “your fingers, then?”

“Jesu—we’ll see.” He tugs his cock out then, and he’s fucking huge, he really is, his tip angry and flushed and being rubbed along your lips, sticking them up with his precum. He sighs contentedly, humming low, the vibration sent straight to your half-open mouth. You suck on the tip of him, watch a slow smile form on his face. “That sash oughta say somethin’ else.”

Your silence grants elaboration. “Number one slut, maybe.” You shift on your thighs, trying to hide how aroused you are at his mean behavior. But he can tell, he can watch the way your blinking slows, the way your eyes glazed over, glassy and teary from trying to take more of him. He doesn’t tell you to slow down, or go faster; he just watches, eyebrows knitted, focused. “Budge up.” 

A hand, big and calloused, threads through your hair and gives a tug, goading your mouth open so more of his cock slips past. Your jaw aches from the attempt alone, so you pull off before you start choking too much, tonguing at the parts of him you can’t reach—lower, until you’re laving at his balls. He grunts, pleasured, simmered down. Attagirl. Then you’re back, bobbing up and down, trying despite yourself to take all of him, until your eyes are watery and you’re spluttering, choked.

“Now this is…” He says, and it comes out in a contented little sigh, “a number one throat. Keep those pretty lips open, honey, ‘m gonna fuck them.”

You do, your achy jaw slacked as he begins bucking into your mouth, the sounds of your choking only spurring him on. He’s dominant, taking and taking, and you’re humiliated to find how wet you are, soaked through the lace of your thong and darkening the denim of your shorts.  The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat only gets him to thrust even faster, watching tears fall from your eyes, streaky with mascara. His best friend’s daughter, taking dick like a fucking champ.

He thrusts harder, each sound emitting a nasty, incoherent noise out of you, choked little gasps that have him harder each time. Gonna fuck this throat raw, he mutters. Since that’s what you wan’ed, ain’t it? You reach up, light fingers massaging his balls, and then his hips stutter, and with barely any warning, you feel his hot seed shoot into your throat, little satisfied groans leaving the man above you.

You swallow what you can, limited by his dick still in your mouth. When he pulls out you lap at the cum left behind, circle your tongue around your lips, make a whole show of it. You speak again, your voice raspy and spent: “Please, my turn?”

He lifts you up and smirks at the way you yelp in surprise, tossing you onto the bed and pulling you back onto your knees, your back to his chest. He wrangles your shorts off, gives your ass a smack as he pulls them down, enough to expose what’s underneath. The stiff material gathers just above your bent knees, restraining you from moving much.

“D’you know what,” he says, still sounding angry—like he’s lecturing you, stern, “I could’ve been in bed, wakin’ up at six to work… instead I gotta teach this little brat a fuckin’ lesson. Your old man not teach y’enough manners?” He tugs your bra down, thumbs roughly at your pebbled nipples, wrenching a moan out of you. He’s hard again, dick poking into your ass, and fuck you want him in you.

“He didn’t,” you sniffle, pitiful. “Y’gotta teach me, Daddy.”

“Oh, she likes that, don’t she?” He grumbles, like the title is annoying, juvenile. The way his cock twitches tells you otherwise. “Shut up, baby honey. I got this.” He reaches up your thighs and the ticklish, pleasurable sensation gets you hot.

Joel, you whimper, seizing in on yourself. He grabs your other arm, pulls it back toward him so you remain open and pliant. Please, wait.

“No time for waitin’, not when you spend hours prancin’ around like a little whore, sweetheart.” Without preamble, he’s running his fingers up your thighs again, not stopping this time until his fingers are pressing into your clit, rubbing over the thin, soaked fabric of your panties. “And you’re so fucking wet for me. My number one girl, ain’t you?”

“Yea,” you babble dumbly. “Your number one girl.”

“Thaaat’s right. My girl needs her needy cunt filled up, don’t she? By Daddy’s fat fingers.” You nod along, drawn in by the vulgarity of his words, the way he spits them out. You’ve spent several nights fantasizing how his big, rough hands would feel on you—and you’ve been outproven. He’s so fast, so skilled with his fingers; they feel delicious in you. And you can’t stop thinking about all of those girls he implied he’s slept with, the way they probably got to this first. Lucky bitches.

He’s gotten you so wet the entire night, even moreso now, that your pussy is making obscene squelching noises with each pump of his fingers, these nastily loud noises that humiliate you, that turn you on even more, that make you drip all onto Joel’s linen sheets. Fuck, you whimper. He swats at your ass. No swearing, he’s saying.

“Look up for me, honey. Up at the window.” Outside, the sun’s beginning to crawl over Austin, just the faint blues and yellows of early morning. You realize you know this because his curtain’s been pulled open—by him, earlier, before any of this even started, you assume. And the only other thing you can see other than the sky and the sliver of the neighborhood is your parents’ window.

“No,” you plead, looking down. He doesn’t let you, tugs you back up to look by your hair. He knows your parents won’t be up ’til seven-thirty latest. But you don’t know that, and for now, you don’t have to.

“What then, huh, sweetheart? When they go to check on the weather n’ they see their best friend poundin’ their young daughter? What’d they think?” You jerk away, overcome with pleasure and embarrassment at the imaginary situation. You feel his fingers pump in and out of you, filling you up. They’re probably thick and hot, glistening each time they come out. You’re tightening up; you’ll cum soon, make a mess on his hand, which already drips with slick. “So you better hurry. Better make a mess on me soon.”

“I am, I’m—I’m gonna,” you moan. You’re wrapped up in the way his fingers play you just the right way. You’re so close to the surface, and you’ve been wanting this for way too long, so you nod, let yourself get carried away by his words, let yourself give in, spreading your legs as wide as they can go as he fingerfucks you, working out the tension that’s been building up for forever. 

“That’s my number one girl,” he grins into your neck, and you’re convulsing release onto his hand, wetting it even further. He wraps a hand around your waist, keeps you close to his figure, his erection at the small of your back. “That’s it, honey. Did so well for me.”

“I want it,” you say meekly. “Even if they see.”

He groans. “Sweetheart, you must think real low of me to believe I’d put my cock anywhere near Harold’s daughter’s pussy.”

You tug your panties fully down, just enough so they fall off on their own the rest of the way, and guide his slick hand behind yourself, pressing his finger first into your folds again, sensitive, and then up toward your tighter hole.

You feel his breath tighten behind you when you say: “How ‘bout there?”

#dbf!joel #joel miller #joel miller imagine #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller tlou #the last of us #tlou x reader #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel x reader #pedro pascal x reader #tlou smut

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman groupchat (everyone's alive so everyone is here, it's also extremely long)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive! chaos, kinda offensive (no offensive terms used)

Desc: this is how they joined toman btw wakui texted me and said this

Takemitchy: ok everyone's here now

Mikey: yeah we added everyone

Mikey: me and Mitchy made a groupchat that'll have all of us here so that we can all be friends. you cannot leave🙂

Izana: i want to call you a homophobic slur

Ran: unprovoked?

Baji: with Takemitchy and Mikey, it's always provoked

Rindou: aren't there actual gay people that you'll offend tho. i won't let the gays be offended by this

Rindou: Takashi don't worry i'll protect you bro

Mitsuya: great

Hakkai: leave him alone Ran😐

Ran: i didn't even do anything Hakkai leave me alone 😭

Takemitchy: only peace and love here guys

Smiley: bull fucking shit

Smiley: i will cause problems intentionally you fucknut

Angry: Smiley😡

Mochi: this isn't gonna work but okay

Smiley: shave off your eyebrows and start again

Mochi: they'll just grow back the same, motherfucker😐

Smiley: you didn't do that to look cool??

Mochi: no

Smiley: what side did you get them from?

Mochi: my moms?

Mochi: why does this matter

Smiley: she must be ugly as shit, damn

Senju: naur 💀

Mochi: i'm going to be violent with you

Smiley: come at me bro

Smiley: nvm you're 6'5 and built like a gorilla

Smiley: i'll accept my loss here

Mikey: i get so happy when i see you all like this

Baji: man stfu you always saying some weird shit

Baji: you and Takemitchy are weird and i'm on to you

Baji: always talking about how "the fruit of our labour has finally flourished"

Baji: weird

Mikey: i never said that wtf😭

Kakucho: Takemitchy did, he says it a lot

Takemitchy: uh do i? it's a lyric from a song that's stuck in my head lmao

Kakucho: you always say it while crying and looking at all of us you weirdo

Izana: this is why people used to be hanged for being gay

Mikey: can u leave him alone

Izana: i don't have to listen to you, i'm older

Mikey: ok, no pupils head ass

Izana: ok, no bitches head ass

Emma: stop fighting, I'll tell Shini-nii☹️

Izana: you're such a pick me Emma oh my god

Emma: i'm not, i only needed one man to pick me😚

Draken: 🙂

Emma: 😕

Draken: ...

Emma: 😒

Draken: 😑

Draken: fine

Draken: i love you Emma, my beautiful girlfriend and future wife❤

Emma: i love you too Kennyy omg😭❤❤❤

Senju: you just forced him to say that why r u so happy 💀

Yuzuha: why am i here

Takemitchy: we need a few responsible people who r scary

Yuzuha: but...nvm

Draken: why do you have fangirls following you

Yuzuha: idk i'm just pretty great

Draken: fair

Chifuyu: i wish i had fangirls

Kazutora: you're ugly

Chifuyu: 😐

Baji: if y'all start again i'll ram a cactus down your throats

Chifuyu: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

Baji: Kazutora's troubled, stop provoking him. you make eye contact for too long

Baji: you know that agitates him

Kazutora: 😋

Mikey: why r u talking about him like he's a creature or smth

Baji: to some extent he is

Kazutora: hey

Chifuyu: but Baji-san he's doing this on purpose this is so unfair 😭

Draken: Kazutora stop using the mentally ill card

Kazutora: fine, jeez😒

Senju: it's great to have friends tbh

Sanzu: don't say that, it's embarassing

Shion: i still don't believe Sanzu's a dude

Shion: he's too pretty and petite like a girl idc

Shion: like you'll have to take your dick out and show it to me for me to believe me you

Rindou: yo?

Baji: 🤨

Mikey: dude...

Hakkai: can you ever behave

Chifuyu: c'mon man

Smiley: fucking Shion man

Izana: why did you speak

Shion: aren't we all equal here

Izana: who told you that

Shion: your brother, sir

Mucho: Shion stop talking

Shion: y'all switch up rq huh😒

Rindou: everyone shut up and pay attention to me

Mitsuya: i mean this genuinly, i hate it here

Rindou: you're a hater

Mitsuya: that's what i just-

Mitsuya: 😊

Rindou: ok now that Mitsuya's done whining i need help with my stage name

Angry: for what bestie

Rindou: DJing

Hakkai: i thought i was bestie but okay 😒

Angry: you're both bestie

Rindou: i thought I was bae tho lol

Angry: um 🙁

Rindou: i was joking you're ugly

Rindou: this is why your brother has bitches and you don't

Angry: why'd u get so triggered

Angry: and we have the same face😐

Rindou: it's different

Ran: shhhhh this is getting nowhere

Rindou: but my stage name

Smiley: stfu Ran you're a homosexual

Izana: i knew it 😟

Chifuyu: it's always violence with y'all damn

Mikey: OHHH THAT'S WHY U STAND LIKE THAT LMAO

Kakucho: i thought Ran was popular with the ladies

Angry: so which is it Ran? homo or hetero

Kazutora: 💀

Ran: whatever i feel that day

Ran: a hole is a hole after all

Mucho: can you not

Sanzu: 🤢

Rindou: he's lying to you he has no bitches

Rindou: all he does is sleep and do his hair

Ran: i never claimed to have bitches all i did was say i don't have a preference when it comes to gender or sex

Ran: why do people attack me for no reason i'm just sitting here being pretty

Mikey: two flamboyant bisexuals

Mikey: silly Koko and silly Ran

Koko: pls don't say that

Mikey: that you're silly?

Koko: uh, yes

Mikey: ok silly goose

Koko: 😐

Baji: i hate you all and wish i wish i was dead

Baji: i would rather stab myself to death than be here

Mikey: don't fucking say that Keisuke😐

Mikey: i don't find you funny

Mikey: why would you say that

Baji: damn chill what's wrong with you

Takemitchy: we shouldn't joke about death😐

Takemitchy: and let's remember that suicide isn't the only option

Takemitchy: there's always help❤👊

Baji: DO U GUYS SEE WHAT I MEAN

Baji: THEY'RE WEIRD

Inupi: suspicious

Senju: shut up pretty boy

Senju: you're absolutely gorgeous

Senju: that didn't come out the way i wanted it to

Inupi: ?

Sanzu: how did you want it to come out???

Kazutora: i mean he's not wrong he's so beautiful

Kazutora: not in a gay way tho like it just is what it is

Inupi: ...thank you, i guess

Kazutora: i wanna fuck him

Kazutora: idk what happened there, my bad

Chifuyu: chill out

Kazutora: you have a tiny dick

Chifuyu: 😐

Baji: Kazutora c'mon man

Baji: i'm starting to think you're the problem

Kazutora: i'm just flirting

Kazutora: in a homie typa way if ykwim

Baji: i do not

Hanma: good morning my cockroaches

Smiley: fuck you

Hanma: it's a bdsm today💘

Hanma: we should go out and have a beach day and catch jellyfish so that they can sting us and we can pee on each other to stop the pain

Hanma: who ever gets peed on first loses haha

Mitsuya: who even let you in here

Smiley: you gotta go to jail for that

Smiley: he can't keep getting away with this

Draken: wait what did he mean when he said it's a bdsm day am i the only one who's concerned

Kisaki: he thinks it means beautiful day sunny morning

Draken: oh...ok

Mikey: ain't no way

Kazutora: i'll send you a link Hanma dw bro I got you

Kisaki: don't we're in public

Hanma: ohoho this is inhumane why are they doing that🤠

Kisaki: curse you, Kazutora

Kazutora: don't kink shame

Baji: please stop watching graphic porn

Kazutora: no one wants to have sex with me what else should i do

Chifuyu: it's cause of the way you act

Kazutora: let's go outside real quick

Chifuyu: i'm sick of you let's go

Emma: they are going to kiss

Senju: it's giving enemies to loves slow burn

Baji: it's all coming together

Smiley: stop normalizing gay people🙏

Mikey: homophobes get fired from Toman

Smiley: fine

Smiley: slay or whatever the fuck ❤🧡💛💚💜👁👅👁🏳️‍🌈

Yuzuha: feels like a hatecrime tbh

Yuzuha: anyway me and Hakkai r getting on the plane so our phones r gonna be off

Hakkai: see you soon Taka-chan 😊

Mitsuya: yeah stay safe🧡

Angry: what about the rest of us 🙁

Draken: kys Shiba's

Hakkai: huh???

Yuzuha: what'd we do even

Mitsuya: Draken? why'd u say that

Draken: what did I say??

Mikey: kys=kill yourself

Draken: no???

Draken: kys=keep yourself safe

Mikey: who told him that

Smiley: 😁

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo revengers manga spoilers #tokyo revengers smau #tokyo revengers texts #tokyo revengers groupchat #tokrev #tokyo manji gang #toman #sano manjiro/mikey #baji keisuke #mitsuya takashi #ryuguji ken/draken #matsuno chifuyu #kazutora hanemiya #hanagaki takemitchy #kawata souya/angry #kawata nahoya/smiley #akashi senju #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #kanji mochizuki #yasuhiro muto #izana kurokawa #hitto kakucho #madarame shion #haitani ran #haitani rindou #i've reached my tag limit i hope y'all enjoy and sorry there's no Hina! my girlboss my love. also sorry for mischaracterisation #i am also aware that I actually described ran as pansexual btw he just didn't have the energy to correct them i believe

[notmaplemable]

Ghosts Of Summer 28: Luigi Board

Jaune: What are we going to do today guys?

Yang: We could go down to Vale.

Ruby: I do need to pick up some parts and ammo.

Yang: I meant to a club or something.

ARL_: No.

Yang: Whatever.

Ren: We do need to complete that assignment for Prof. Port's class.

AR_Y: No.

Ren: I tried.

Jaune: Why don't we-

Nora: *Bursts through the door* What you doing?

Ren: Discussing what we're going to do today.

Nora: Let's talk to ghosts!

Summer: !!!

Jaune: *Nervous* T-talk to ghosts? Don't be ridiculous, you can't do that.

Nora: Yeah you can! With this luigi board!

Ren: You mean a ouija board?

Nora: Nah, I'm pretty sure it's name is Luigi and I ask you to respect his name prefrences.

Ren: ...

Ruby: What's a luigi board?

Yang: You remember that horror movie we watched together last year on your birthday?

Ruby: No.

Yang: Well you did run off five minutes in so that makes sense.

Ruby: I-I didn't run off. I just... had to... do some maintenance...

Yang: Right.

Ren: It's supposed to let you communicate with spirits, but it's really just a board and a shiny rock. In order to really communicate with the spirits you must-

Nora: Yeah yeah yeah, do you guys want to talk to ghosts or what?

Ruby: Sure.

Yang: It's not like we have anything better to do.

Ren: We do, but you aren't going to stop until we do, so alright.

Jaune: Okay, I guess.

Jaune: *Whispering* Do you think that will actually work?

Summer: I have no idea. Might as well try I guess.

***One Luigi setup later***

Nora: Now you just put your hands here and the ghost will use this stone to spell out a message.

Summer: Huh, I actually can move it a little.

Yang: I think it's doing something.

Ruby: It's moving!

Nora: What's it spelling out!?

Ruby: Y

Yang: O

Nora: U

Ruby: R

Yang: M

Nora: O

Ruby: M

Jaune: Your mom?

_RLY+N: MOM!!!???

_RLY: ...

Ruby: Wait, you mom's...

Ren: Deceased, yes.

Ruby: Ms. Ghost, could you be a bit more spe-

Nora: *Smashes the table and destroys the board* THAT'S FOR ABANDONING ME ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD DURING A GRIMM ATTACK YOU BITCH!!!

Jaune: *Sighs* So close.

#rwby #rwby au #summer is a ghost au #jaune arc #ruby rose #yang xiao long #lie ren #nora valkyrie #summer rose

[transguydeuce]

queer twst headcanons pt 7: diasomnia

OKAY HOLD ON TO YOUR PANTS THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG FUCKIN POST

first. we must establish fae genderisms.

(if you wanna just scroll to the headcanons for the lads tho feel free)

i think fae have around 3 “sexes”. i say “around 3” “sexes” bc science has proven repeatedly that sex is way more complicated than it seems lol. anyway i think fae have majority intersexed individuals with some female and some male. this definitely means that there’s not really a gender binary to trans around in, and fae don’t have the same concepts of trans and cisgender that we do. plus the fact that most fae, including both male and female (which here i’m referring purely to whether they produce egg or sperm) have a range of traits that are traditionally viewed by humans as gendered aka breasts, external/internal genitalia, etc. i would say body hair also but tbh i don’t think they have any, baul’s beard looks more like scales or horns to me and unless i’m wrong i don’t think we’ve ever seen a fae with body hair.

i would almost hesitate to say that fae are mammalian but they do have some hair as well as boobs (thank u meleanor for screwing w my fae biology headcanon /j) and it’s also known that they r capable of creating hybrid offspring w humans so they have to be closely related enough to humans to do that so they are mammals, my thought is just that they have adapted to live in environments with higher magic. that’s why they’re typically more magically gifted yet it’s more dangerous for them to be without it (cough cough glomas cough cough) ALSO. BECAUSE THEY LAY EGGS, FAE ARE BASICALLY MONOTREMES. HAVE FUN WITH THAT.

anyway it's impossible to tell what bits a fae has just from looking at them. so they don’t really get assigned a gender at birth and therefore they don’t really have the same concepts of cis and trans that we do. personally, i hc that "he" is the default gender-neutral pronoun most fae use. that is all thank you for your time now ON TO THE HEADCANONS

malleus: personally hc him as intersex :) doesn’t really understand human concepts of gender, but is curious about it since arriving at night raven. he doesn’t really know what an “all boys” school is especially because some of his classmates r definitely not all boy. (he thinks that’s neat though.) dressed masculine primarily for convenience and would have no complaints wearing a gown. he/him pronouns bc it's the default fae pronoun and that’s what he grew up with but after interacting more with humans he enjoys a she or they from time to time. gender is like a fascinating human custom to him. also i love the hc that he’s pan bc he’s attracted to player character regardless of gender so i’m sticking to that

sebek: [just insert the entire knuckles pronouns comic here]

ok all jokes aside he uses he/him as well, and thinks that that’s the default for everyone. the most important human in his young life was his dad who is also he/him so naturally sebek gets very confused when humans have more than one gender. most likely finds out more after asking about why epel doesn’t like being mistook for a girl (uh oh) he concludes he must be a guy cuz he’s big and strong (epel what have you done). i don’t really have a read on sebek’s sexuality and i don’t think he does either tbh.

lilia: THEE genderqueer just look at him. she is genderfuck incarnate. he’s on that immortal vampire gender. he’s on that ftmtftmtftmtftmtf type shit. a different pronoun set each day. throw some neopronouns in and stir the pot. basically he’s genderfluid. gendergas even. she’s traveled all around the world, if you think he didn’t pick up all the different genders like a crow hoarding shiny objects you would be wrong. if you ask them directly they’d probably say their gender is gamer (to be hip with the kids). also a bisexual king and definitely had a thing for meleanor and her husband there is no doubt in my mind.

silver: well he was raised by lilia so….. afab doesn’t really apply to him. he grew up in briar valley and was never assigned a gender besides the default pronoun “he”. when he’s older lilia probably teaches him a bit about human culture and asks silver what he feels like doing and i think he’d most likely go on t, partially for gender feels and also partially to build muscle mass and be a better royal guard lmao. his gender is knight boyprincess. no i shall not explain. i think he’s sex-neutral grey ace that’s just the vibes i get from him

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #diasomnia #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #meleanor draconia #baul zigvolt #my stuff

[the-s1lly-corner]

I very much loved what you wrote for my ask makes me happy in my tummy.

Here's another ask hope it's not a lot for you how about a reader who's looks like those circus carousel horses, Being all pretty and sparkly with the TADC crew or just caine if you want light work!

♡Sleep well♡

U(•ㅅ•)U

TADC cast x reader who is a carousel horse!

that post sillyness (meltdown) slump is really hitting, but i feel bad for not answering requests yesterday... think i might answer one or two today, and perhaps write some stuff for myself in between doing the stuff i need to get done today apolocheese if this is a little shorter than usual </3 admin is still a lil WAAAAAAA and theyre on a time crunch (writing on computer today, but it needs to restart soon for an update)

CAINE:

oh i just know hes going to be going crazy over this, its not often that you get circus themed members around in the digital circus, so hes so hyped to have someone who can at least somewhat fit into that (admin must admit, they know next to nothing about carousels). probably makes themed IHA based around you and your whole thing; whatever that might mean... if youre shiny and/or reflective i just know hes going to pretend to check himself out in your reflections, does it usually to get a laugh out of you if youre having a bad day. gives you loads of new accessories and such

POMNI:

very shiny very pretty. i think pomni would like shiny things, but that might be self projection. kind of looks at you with that huge eyed look she got when she saw her door and/or her reflection in the pilot. looks but doesnt touch because she doesnt want to breach any boundaries. you can easily carry her, probably. shes tiny... though you will have to ask her and warn her before you just decide to pick her up since i dont think she would be cool with you just treating her like some house cat (snorts). subconsciously messes with your hair/mane when you two are hugging/snuggling each other

RAGATHA:

makes her own accessories to give to you. she thinks youre really pretty! very well crafted stuff, me thinks. offers to do your hair and tail (if you have one) every now and then! perhaps even offers to polish you up in hard to reach spots such as your back! generally very nice and lets you know that she thinks youre pretty... bonus if you have some sort of music ambience that plays around you most of the time that tends to reflect your mood, she ends up using that as a little indicator of how youre feeling.... perhaps you two slow dance together to one of your songs.... ponders

JAX:

originally i was going to say he jokes about wanting to ride you but then i realized how that sounded and i am not about that life (i say as i still put it in the post because it aint that serious) but you know, because youre a horse? but also while i was writing caines part, i mention that he checks his reflection if youre... well reflective... i feel like jax would do the same thing, but be more obnoxious about it... like im talking hes fully leaning into it, cleaning the gaps in between his teeth, slicking his ears back. the works, you know? probably snags your ribbons and such every now and then so youre forced to talk to him, he thinks its funny even if its kind of a dick move, but its.. jax, are we really surprised?

KINGER:

similar to pomni i can kind of see kinger also liking shiny stuff but i think this time its just the admin self projecting. probably collects little trinkets he finds that remind him of you and gifts them to you. pretty combs, ribbons, rocks, ect. i think its sweet, basically saying "hey, i thought about you!" you know? sometimes you let him stroke your hair when hes stressed out, works like a charm. revisiting the musical ambience idea, you tend to play the general music that plays during carousel rides, but every now and then it turns into a softer and calmer tune, and that does wonders for kinger after a long and hard day... shrugs

ZOOBLE:

as mean as it sounds you are kind of the opposite of the things like find interest in, since admin hcs that zooble is into the macabre and spooky, you know? but thats not to say that they dont like you! quite the contrary, actually! they have an understanding that you didnt choose this body.. thinks... ooo imagine how funny it would be if youre this really pretty horse with pretty music but you share the same interests as them... i dont now i always liked that trope. cute/innocent character being into scary stuff, intimidating/unconventionally cute character being into sweet and cute stuff.. thinks... sometimes helps you style yourself if youre interested in a new look

GANGLE:

also thinks youre very pretty! probably has made drawings of you and gifted them to you! sometimes redoes the ribbons you wear in your hair and as accessories. very good at making bows and such! might even sometimes help you with your makeup, if you wear any + if its able to be taken off... since, you know... digital bodies and stuff... hmm.. not many thoughts for gangle, at least not any unique ones that havent been said already in general/in this post... apologies gangle nation admin just struggles to write her

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: Dance 'Til You're Dead! (Start Digging Your Graves!)

CHALLENGE 11: Rio De Janeiro, Brazil ______________________________________________

The streets of Rio were anything less but chaotic. Thousands of people, dressed in festival outfits, parties on the streets and floats and performers passed by. Chris is taking photos with some showgirls. The girls giggle, posing for him as they leave. Chris seems unphased, shooting them finger guns.

Chef struts out in an extravagant, feathered costume of his own.

“Oh, going all out I see?” Chris looks him up and down. “Love it.” He bites his lip.

"I knew you would." “Oh yeah! The challenge! It's a dance competition! It's going to be bracket style, whoever can wow the crowd gets to move on. The champion of the dance floor will win it all for their team!” ------------------------------------

OK! LETS GET IT! A PIT OPENS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FESTIVAL. AND IT CALLS FOR TWO CONTESTANTS!

JO VS WAYNE "If I must." “U-Umm, okay! Dancin’s kinda like hockey…right?!”

TALK ABOUT ENERGY! JO'S BREAKDANCING GIVES THE BEAVERS THE WIN! SHE MOVES ON!

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DON'T STOP THE PARTY- BECAUSE THE PIT CALLS FOR MORE! LET'S GO! RIPPER VS LIGHTNING!

"Ready for that match, Stink-Bomb?" "Fight me, LIGHTNING." BLOWOUT! LIGHTNING TAKES THE WIN FOR THE TAPIRS! HE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------

LET'S KEEP THE GOOD TIMES ROLLING! ARE YOU READY FOR MORE, BECAUSE WE ARENT SLOWING DOWN! SCOTT VS HAROLD! "You aren't slaying enough, LOSER." “YEA WELL- FUCK, shit. Fuck”

WHOA! WELL, AS THEY SAY: IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN! HAROLD WINS IT FOR THE BEAVERS, HE MOVES ON!

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DON'T STOP NOW! WE ARE ONLY GETTING STARTED!

NEXT UP, ALEJANDRO VS BRICK! LET'S GO!

"Let us dance, Alejandro." "I'm not dancing with you."

OW! TALK ABOUT A FLOP! ALEJANDRO TAKES THE WIN, HE MOVES ON! HOT HOT HOT! OR IN BRICK'S CASE! NOT!

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ANYWAYS! LET'S KEEP THE PARTY JUMPING! COURTNEY VS AMY! THE FLOOR CALLS YOU! "I’m gonna destroy that white girl!"

Ough……eugh…..the crowd mutters to themselves…..hmm…..party foul…. COURTNEY WINS! SHE'S MOVING ON!

------------------------------------ PLEASE. SOMEONE GOD PUMP UP THIS PARTY! LET'S GO! RAJ VS MK! “Hi, MK!” RIGHT NOW, IT'S A TOTAL BEAVER DOMINATION! MK WINS! BUT REMEMBER, THIS IS BY BRACKET! ANYTHING GOES! ------------------------------------

THE DANCE FLOOR IS GOING GETTING HOTTER, LETS KEEP IT GOING!

JO VS LIGHTNING! "You and me, Ex-Teammate!" "Let's get this fucking shit over with." OOOOHHHHH! AND SHES OUT! LIGHTNING IS MOVING ON TO THE FINALS! ------------------------------------

ALRIGHT! LETS GO, BEAVER VS BEAVER!

MK VS HAROLD! "Good luck, Ashley!" "You too, Harry." IN A BEAVER VS BEAVER FIGHT, ONLY ONE CAN LEAVE THE FLOOR ALIVE, AND ITS MK! SHE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------ NOW TIME FOR THE BIG ONE, TWO FIREY SOULS MEET IN THE PIT, STEP BACK, BECAUSE THINGS MIGHT GET H O T! ALEJANDRO VS COURTNEY! “Alejandro, care to tango? "Of course. Let us dance. Just the two of us." He leans, and plants a kiss on her cheek. "Just for you," He whispers out. “Wh— Wh—! He KISSED me! THAT’S CHEATING!” OOOHHHHH! AND ALEJANDRO TAKES THE WIN! HE'S MOVING ON! ------------------------------------

OK! THE FINALS! LIGHTNING VS ALEJANDRO VS MK! THATS RIGHT! ITS AN ALL-OUT ATTACK! ONE TO RULE THEM ALL AS THE DANCEFLOOR CHAMPION! ...

THE CROWD HAS CHOSEN THE DANCE FLOOR CHAMPION, AND WITH A MASSIVE ROAR, MK IS PICKED UP! MK WINS! BEAVER SWEEP! THE CROWD THROWS FLOWERS, BEADS AND CONFETTI! SHE IS EVEN GIVEN A CROWN, WHICH IS PLACED ON HER BEANIE! ------------------------------------

ELIMINATION:

"So…you might be wondering why I stopped…." "...that's because it's a tie. Scott and Raj....honestly, I would've booted you both off." "...but this is more fun." Chris holds up a single, shiny coin.

"Ok. Heads for Raj. Tails for Scott." Chris flips...and it lands on his wrist. He slaps it, covering the coin. He waits...

"….." "……Heads. Scott, your party ends here. Sorry man."

“Scott! W-W-Wait!!!” Wayne hands the handmade harpoon to Scott, tears still on his face. “T-T-Take this…p-please, be safe out there…! I made it for you, like I promised…”

It was Scott who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame.

Well.. this is it. "I'm done?" He has to drop…. No more time left. "I can't believe I lost to a game of LUCK." He turns towards Wayne, seeing the weapon he acquired. "Give me the fucking harpoon, Waynker." He takes the harpoon from his hands. and looks to the edge. There's nothing... No Fang. Nothing. He hears the cries of his allies. His partners, he can't help but feel a tear well up for them... "I um. I love you both too." He looks down again, no more time left. "I...mm…" You have to jump, Scott. That's the rules. "Here goes nothing..." Plop.

>Courtney tells Raj that if Scott’s death would be his fault, thinking that there's a chance that Fang could get him after he jumped off the plank. >Ripper speaks to Courtney, who informs him of the fact she thinks Scott is dead and thought the hockey bros were celebrating that fact when they got emotional almost losing each other. >The Sea Tails (Alejandro, Ripper, Wayne, Raj, and new member Amy) break things in a junkyard to let off steam. Raj and Wayne find out that Courtney thinks they were celebrating from Ripper, and it makes them angry. They all set a car on fire and leave it there. >After insulting each other's partners, Brick and Ripper find themselves in a massive physical altercation at the bar. Blood, broken glass, the lot of it. >Brick leaves and trashes the Tapir boy's cabin, breaking the hockey bros' stuff. Wayne and Courtney get angry start yelling. Raj is panicking. > The hockey bros & Lightning form a bond while drinking apple juice together. >Alejandro, Jo, and Amy get crossfaded and gossip about Zoey. >Jo, Amy, and Harold watch Hamilton together. >Amy gives Harold the worst possible haircut.

Courtney, Brick, Wayne, and Ripper are all called into the Captain's Quarters for a talk from Chris himself. ------------------------------------

"One thing about producing a show is every fight, every little thing broken down to a glass needs to be recorded. For liability and insurance purposes. Oh, do you also know I need to get specialty cleaners to clean up all the blood in the bar? Hm?" Chris doesn't waste money on stupid things like that. But they don't need to know this. "Anyways. One way or another, all four of you are involved in this. I don't care how much, or who did what. In my eyes everyone here is guilty. So everyone is getting the same punishment. Chef, you know. The funny thing about this is how this alllllll happened over relationship drama." "You know Courtney, you of all people should know how these TV relationships work in the end. I bet a month after this show, all of you will be miserable, miserable exes. Like seriously, Ripper and Wayne? First, ew. Second. ew. I bet you think after winning the million you two will build a little love nest and buy a ice rink made of ice cream to fart around on. It's honestly kind of adorable that you two think you both are capable of anything deeper than the equivalent of two high schoolers hacking spitballs at each other." "And Courtney? Trying again with the reality TV love? At least Duncan was interesting. At least he made you something more than a whiny pain in my ass. And then you had to date...Brick? Honestly if I were you, I would've taken Jo or Scott and ran. What does Brick bring to the table? A wet bed and tears? Maybe you should drop him back at boot camp and try again." "Anyways. I'm not getting paid to lecture you about your poor decisions. I'm here to punish you. I want all four of you to write a 10-page essay on what you hate about your partner. Oh, and don't be slick and write "Oh, nothing," because Chef and I will be looking over them. Ripper and Brick will be locked in one rec room, Wayne and Courtney in the other. No visitors, no drinks, and no nothing until it's done. Can't think of something to write? Ask your little study buddy, they probably have a thing or two. Oh. And you aren't allowed to leave until it's done, and you will turn away anyone who tries to talk to you and you are not allowed to say why. Raj and Jo will have to survive a little bit without you." ------------------------------------

Oh? What's this?

Chris looks at the compass. It's…spinning wildly.

"Uh Chef…..where are we again?"

Chef looks at the map. "We just came from Brazil, we're supposed to be going to…"

He squints.

"I think we got a little off track."

The compass spins faster. And faster. And faster. Faster and faster and faster until-

It breaks. The whole cruise boat...it's swaying. No, It's trembling. The whole boat is trembling.

"Chef. Where are we."

"…The Bermuda Triangle."

SUDDENLY. EVERY ALARM ON THE BOAT IS GOING OFF. FIRE ALARMS, SOS, EVERY SIREN IS BLARING AND FLASHING!

In the night, you see something dart by as the alarms blare. You can't even hear anybody around you! Every phone, clock, and watch is flashing, ringing, and acting up. The boat rocks back and forth, more turbulent than it's ever been before. A few waves splash up onto the boat, wetting the floor beneath you.

"EVERYONE! GRAB A WEAPON!"

Chris sounds frantic, you can heard noises, muffled yelling and.....something you have never heard before.

"THIS IS NOT A CHALLENGE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!" "FORGET THE TEAMS, FORGET THE GAME! IT'S COMING-" the intercom cuts out! A HOARD OF TINY ALIENS SURROUND EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. THEY ARE CLIMBING UP YOUR LEGS, PULLING AT YOUR HAIR, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! THE WAVE IS RELENTLESS. THE MORE YOU KILL THE MORE APPEAR. GREEN GOO IS PAINTED ALL OVER.

Suddenly, a large spaceship appears over the boat. It opens, and a wicked beam of blinding light shines down. Chris looks at it in absolute horror. "They want someone! They want a human, dude!"

Chris rips the alien on his head off himself, stepping on it like a bug. "RUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!"

The aliens are grabbing whoever they can get their tiny, slimy hands on. Its relentless, the spaceship hums louder and louder

Chris is standing in front of the UFO, the light so strong his hair is blown back. He blinks, he notices that the aliens, they have him! He is being dragged closer and closer to the light. "N-no! Get off me! GET OFF ME! CHEF! HELP ME!" Chef rushes over to grab Chris, tossing him at the wall. The spaceship hums even louder, the light is so hot....so bright! "NO NO!!!!! TAKE HIM!" Chris in a flash grabs the first person he sees. Ripper. "SCREW YOU, CHRIS! YOU DID THIS TO ME!"

Ripper is sucked up into the ship, the second he's out of sight, the UFO closes, and it zips off like a shooting star.

...a single crumbled up piece of paper flutters down in his place.

Ripper is…nowhere in sight. ------------------------------------

> Ripper is abducted by aliens! >Alejandro, Amy, MK, and Jo immediately going to the bar to drink afterwards. >MK teaches them how to shuffle. >Wayne and Raj are a horrible mess and they're putting a bunch of corn on the bow for Ripper, thinking the aliens will notice it. Because aliens like corn, clearly. >Raj and Lightning attempt make plans to rescue Ripper.

MK is the dancefloor champion and Ripper was abducted by aliens! It looks like anything can happen on a show where few safety regulations are in play. Who will rise? Who will fall? Is anyone going to clean up this alien goo!? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

#recap

[elysia-nsimp]

Tagging: @queerlordsimon @thesunshineriptide @aetherphobia @end3rm1st @ladyzsgolla (lemme know if you wanna be tagged)

Hiiii this is a long one because. Yknow we say a lot of weird shit.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 6

Uhhh CW: cursing, joking mockery, threats of violence (all joking I prommy!!), sexual innuendos

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Idia: YOU CALL THIS A NETHER FORTRESS? IT'S MORE LIKE A NETHER APARTMENT

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Lilia: I want to sit in the fire chair and I want to touch the disease book

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Floyd: Btw I got some candy you want some 🍬🍭

Azul: Did you check for blades?

Floyd: yeah

Floyd: no blades but I found this 🥄

Azul: Is that a spoon???

Azul: Who puts spoons in candy??

Floyd: cool people with vans apparently

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Cater: My illness is that I like men

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Floyd: I will break ur spine with my love

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Sebek: All of my family members got the talent of art but I didn't.

Silver: I dunno, that was a pretty good dog you drew earlier

Sebek: Oh come on, don't even go there, you know better

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Ace: the opposite of formaldehyde is casualdejekyll

Deuce:

Ace:

Cater:

Deuce: get out

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Jade: Eyes are kinda like Jewels. which Is why I like to collect them :)

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Leona: I'm way too stoned to go into the danger zone

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Floyd: Loafers, loafers, loafers, loafers. . I have an eye for loafers

Azul: I can tell

Floyd:

Azul:

Floyd: loafers-

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Ortho: That's why I got the party sized bag of Doritos

Azul: Idia is his own party.

Ortho: He is his own party

Azul: Do you just bring the party with you where you go?

Idia, deadpanned: that sounds draining.

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Crewel: The Overhead Sun is when the sun is overhead. DO YOU HEAR ME? T H E O V E R H E A D S U N I S W H E N T H E S U N I S O V E R H E A D.

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Ruggie: but what if I want to eat the hunger

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Lilia: Dead sucks. Just ask, well, nobody because they're dead

Lilia: haha, dad jokes

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Ruggie: I'm so hungry I could eat my own hunger :))))

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Savanaclaw Student B: what's a single kid gonna do?

Yuu: a lot, actually. i plan to take over the world, catch all the legendary Pokemon, overthrow the champion, and whoop your ass

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Lilia: Okay Malleus, what did we learn about awakening the ancient ones?

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Idia: I will not accept Sans' banana.

Idia: WAIT THAT SOUNDED BAD

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Ace: When I die I want to be baked into a chocolate cake alive

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Floyd: We have that psychic connection, we're just built different

Jade: …yeah

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Lilia: What if Bigfoot takes off his fursuit before making fudge

Trey: I don't think Bigfoot making fudge naked will make me want to buy it more

Lilia: Who said he was naked????

Trey: He took off his fursuit!

Lilia: People usually wear clothing under their fursuit?? Like underclothing??

Trey: Still don't think I want bigfoot making my fudge

Lilia: I love that we're skipping past the fact that I am insinuating that bigfoot is a furry

Trey: Ehh…

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Lilia: Consider this: Bigfoot is just Mr. Clean's fursona

Jade: I could see that– the psychology in that-

Jade: Being so obsessed with cleanliness that you revert to the total opposite, living in the woods; the wild, being one with the dirt. .

Lilia:

Jade: Hey look at these nice shoes!

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Grim: Imagine waking up in a strange new world and looking inside the bag that was given to you upon waking up only to fucking find human ears

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Jade: I would never threaten a moose. An elk on the other hand, I'd fuck it up.

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Floyd: Heyy, you want some candy? They're good. A dollap something, a Squirmy... ooh! And this one's my favourite! It's from the floor

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Floyd: Now THOSE were some slurpy tentacle sounds

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LilIa: aaAAAUSGHHHSHHHHHHHNNNNNNGgggGerrrrrrr. . . That's what creativity sounds like, trust me

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Idia: I don't know if I should say 'Im happy to inform you' or 'I regret to inform you,' but I must inform you that I'm back in my fnaf phase

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Ruggie: head empty. only primal instincts. and shiny things.

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Ruggie: I am here only for picking flowers and shiny gems

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Azul: And now. . ... . when I look in this chest. .. I will see all of my treasures.. .. ..

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Azul, chasing a rooster: Sir? SIR! Sir do you have time to talk about extending your car's warranty??

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Floyd: Ok I'm done being angsty now.

Floyd: I will now be *horny-*

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Epel: Speaking of precious, [breAKS INTO A COUGHING FIT]

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Ace: Skate fast, eat ass

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Trey: Do you need glue?

Cater: If I need glue I will cry.

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Idia: Emotions are wack [finger guns]

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Ace: Jesus my hands are dry... they just like.... snorted.. .... the lotion I put on them.. ... ..

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Deuce: Okayy let's see how well I can do my math homework after having a mental breakdown!

[Deuce looks at the nonexistent camera]

Deuce: Dw it was for an English assignment

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Yuu: Guys, I have an important question for you

Overblot crew: what

Yuu: are you okay, like, mentally

Overblot crew: what kinda stupid question is that? of course not.

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Ace: British people actually exist?

Riddle: Yes

Ace: Damn, that's crazy

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Floyd: It's like being a halloween stripper except they throw candy at me instead of money

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Grim: Ooh, free soul! – hoLY SHIT HOLY SHIT TOO MUCH SOUL TOO MUCH SOUL

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Ace: I was born to kick ass and take names, I'm not just gonna stop bc some adults told me to

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Yuu: I have a history of befriending bastards

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Yuu, at Floyd: "oh boo hoo, I'm so tall I can touch the ceiling 😭😭"

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Lilia: I mean I got a violin case and you don't see me putting baby corpses in it

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Ace: Is thay the one were Jesus rose from the tomato soap

Trey: what

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Floyd: THIS IS WORSE THAN THE TIME I ACCIDENTALLY ATE A POISONOUS PLANT OUTSIDE OF MCDONALD'S

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Kalim: I befriended a gravy monster

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Floyd: Fuck you. Eats dice.

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Cater: If you avocado squeezes back, it means you are happy

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Floyd: It’s like a slip n slide on a warm summer’s day. Expect its November and you’re sliding in your own liquids.

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Jade: Look out Floyd, the babies are poisonous

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Deuce: His parents was Greek

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Jade: Set the temperature to 420 degrees F and let it cook for 2-3 business days

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Azul to the twins: You don’t have to eat everything that disagrees with you

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Ace: how old were you when you were eleven?

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Deuce: evaporation is the process of elimination

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Rook: goats are the gateway to aromatherapy

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Rollo: the children must be burned

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Floyd: chicken octopus legs

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Deuce: but blue and orange make purple, so…

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Hope y’all like these lmao

Another one is in the works already, be prepared 😄

#twst incorrect quotes #twst shitpost #twst quotes #twst floyd #twst Idia #twst deuce #twst ace #twst Azul #twst Jade #twst Trey #twst Yuu #twst riddle #twst grim #twst ruggie #twst Epel #twst lilia #twst cater #twst crewel #twst leona #twst Sebek #twst silver

[magicofsimplestories]

15. Sweet 18

It was an extremely hot mid-summer Sunday. The wide streets of Oasis Springs were deserted. The window shutters were tightly sealed and the air conditioning outdoor units were running ragged. However, the heat didn’t bother Cassandra. Dressed in a deep red jacket and a short black skirt, she was flowing along the sidewalk with a confident half-smirk on her tanned face. 

It has been a month since that damned Prom night, but she did everything to make herself forget it ever happened. She was an A-High School graduate and a Foxbury freshman of Arts & Crafts now. Apart from that she was coming of age today, so she was heading in a particular direction and with a particular understanding of the outcome of her trip. 

She stroke all her friends except Katrina out of her life, as she found out that they had known about Jacob’s affair. Katrina was taking her last entry exam in Britechester. Lou wasn’t picking up his phone for a couple of days. Alexander was enjoying his pre-teen times in a summer camp in the woods of Granite Falls. Father and Dina were on a romantic trip in Tartosa. Cassie was about to accept the option of a party for one, but then she realized that she still had one person left to celebrate her sweet 18. 

She climbed the shiny white stairs of a tidy one-story house, made a deep breath and pressed the bell button.

***

Don was walking out of the bathroom in only a towel around his waist, when he heard the doorbell. He frowned, as he wasn’t expecting anyone, but headed to open. He gasped in disbelief when he saw his guest.

“Bella?”

“Well, I must admit I did inherit many features from my mother, but no.” 

He barely believed his eyes. Cassandra Goth grew up to an absolute beauty: wavy black hair, deep bronze-brown eyes, tanned skin, full red lips curved in a light half-smile. Over these several months that he hasn’t seen her she got more mature, more desirable.

The longer he studied her, the tenser his lower stomach was getting. She must have noticed something in his expression that made her put on a mischievously flirty smirk.

Like mother like daughter. A stunning young woman. 

“Sorry, Cassie,” Don finally said shaking his head. “It’s just… You look gorgeous. But how… why… what are u doing here?”

Her eyes flashes and the flirty smirk became wider. 

“Came to celebrate my sweet 18,” she answered. “Will you invite me in so we could start the party?”

The question was rhetorical, as she thrusted him a bottle of expensive champagne. 

“Ah! Oh, Cassie, happy birthday!” Responded Don taking the bottle automatically. “Sorry,” he added stepping away. “Please, come in.“

She floated inside, looked around, complimented his home and went further into the living room area. 

“May I ask you why you’re not celebrating with your friends?” asked Don closing the entry door. 

“My only friend is in Britechester,” she answered shortly. 

She leaned on the back of the coach and Don couldn’t help glancing at her skirt sliding up her upper leg. She caught his glance, and another satisfied smirk slipped from her lips. 

“What about your boyfriend?” went on Don trying his best to act casual. 

“No boyfriend anymore.”

“What happened?”

“He fucked another girl.”

Don went silent giving Cassie another close look. He couldn’t decide if her casual tone was supposed to scare or impress him. He just knew that he felt uneasy standing in front of her in only a bath towel. 

“Okay, well… I will dress up and we could drink to your sweet 18,” he said stepping in the direction of his bedroom. 

“Great plan,” he heard Cassie’s murmuring response. “Although I’d be fine with your current outfit.” 

He couldn’t hold a smirk entering the room. 

One of a kind, this stunning young woman.

***

He couldn’t say how they ended up this drunk. After they finished with Cassie’s bottle he made them some light drinks. They talked about art, travels and career ambitions.

Then Cassie noticed Don’s old record player and convinced him to turn on jazz. And that needed another couple of cocktails. In the middle of their discussion over the morality of euthanasia sushi arrived, and they also didn’t have a chance to be consumed without some refreshing drinks. And then she pulled him up from the couch to dance, cause the song was “so damn good”. 

The moment his hands landed on her curves he felt that tension from before waking up in his lower stomach. Her vanilla-cranberry perfume and the warmth of her breath on his neck and lower chin were intoxicating. So when she remained in her black lacy bra only after pulling her jacket off all of a sudden, his last defenses fell. He pulled her closer and gave her a deep passionate kiss. 

She answered his move no less passionately, and he felt her cool fingertips burn the back of his neck. He was barely controlling himself. He missed the moment when his shirt was gone and he barely remembered how they ended up making out in his sombre bedroom. 

She let out a moan of pleasure when her skirt fell on the floor and his fingers slid along her inner thigh. Then he felt her hands undoing his belt.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in a deeply husky voice barely forcing himself away from kissing the soft skin of her shoulders. 

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…”

“Really sure?”

She let out another moan, a louder one, feeling his fingers rise up her thigh. 

“Yes, Don! Please!”

He smirked in satisfaction, lifted her up and carried her to the bed. 

“Will you be gentle with me?” she whispered in between answering his deep kisses.

“Of course, baby,” he whispered into her lips. “As always, my sweet-Bee…”

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[dazaiizm]

CHAPTER ONE - your suitor is . . .

₊˚a story in which two members of separate royal families fall in love, but cannot be together, for they are being courted by another.

warnings — bsd x oc inserts, minor bsd spoilers, fairytale!au, angst, forbidden love, fluff, romance, mentions of traumatic backstories

MASTERLIST

notes from dazai’s star: im so so excited <3 btw, hayami’s fc is yor forger from spyxfamily ! heads up, as u read, you will come across the Papers, only the Starry Kingdom has them.

“ISN’T THE MOON BEAUTIFUL, OSAMU?” Luma gazed at the glowing moon with stars in their eyes. But, all Osamu could focus on was them. Their shiny hair, their glowing, sparkly eyes, their rose red gown. He couldn’t take his eyes off them.

“It certainly is.” His gaze was still locked on them. In reality, the stars and moon couldn’t compare to Luma’s beauty in his eyes. They finally turned to him, smiling brightly.

“Can we dance, please?” They asked with shiny eyes. “Of course, my dear,” he answered, taking their outreached hand in his. He brought them to his chest as he had one arm wrapped securely around their waist and the other clasping their right hand.

They didn’t have any music, so they swayed to the ambience of the atmosphere around them. It was soothing in this moment. The couple never felt at more peace. If only it could last forever.

The next morning, Luma awoke and headed down for breakfast, which was Eggs Benedict. They thanked the maids who happily and graciously worked for such a kind princess.

As opposed to previous rulers, Luma treated them with kindness and compassion—like human beings, how they should be treated.

“Oh good, Luma, you’re here,” Hayami entered the room, rushing to take a seat at the head of the long table—her usual seat. “What is it, mom?” They asked, a bit concerned by her rushed tone of voice.

“You’re 18 now, meaning you will be taking over ruling the kingdom soon.” Luma nodded slowly, wondering where she was going with this. “Per the rules written by the Originals, I must…I must pick your suitor,” she spoke, pausing as if she didn’t want to say it.

“Who did you have in mind?” Luma asked eagerly. They knew for a fact it’d be Osamu. They had kept their relationship a secret but they had known each other since they were 15 and were practically inseparable. There was no way Hayami would pick anyone else.

“Murakami Tsuki.”

“Of the Sun Kingdom? Mom, he’s a player. He’s sure to cheat on me!” “I can assure you that won’t happen,” a voice appeared, causing Luma to whirl their head around to find the person attached to it.

In the doorway stood Murakami Tsuki, dressed in his usual white suit with golden designs. He looked divine, reeked of charisma, but Luma couldn’t care less, only having eyes for Osamu.

“And why not?!” “Murakami is very fond of the idea of love and starting a family. He wants to settle down,” Hayami explained. “Haven’t you knocked up at least two princesses, Mr. Murakami?”

“Luma!” Hayami snapped. “My apologies,” they immediately said, realizing it was impolite and out of line to say such a thing. “I.. have, but please keep this to yourselves. I’m admitting this to you to have you put your trust in me.”

“It’s gonna take a lot more than that,” Luma said disgusted. “Mom.” They took a deep breath, looking down. “I’m… dating Dazai Osamu.” “Of the Dusk Kingdom?” She inquired, tilting her head.

Hayami sighed heavily, almost looking like she wanted to cry. “Mom?” She covered her face with her hands. “I wish you had told me sooner. I already signed the papers,” she sniffled.

The papers that were sealed in magic to make sure the couple had a happily ever after. Hayami had signed Miyazaki Luma and Murakami Tsuki. If she could take back her writing, she would in a heartbeat.

Tsuki, on the other hand, was taken aback. Dazai Osamu? He wondered how Luma could stoop so low. It seemed like Osamu had no interest in being a ruler, unlike him. Tsuki didn’t even think he could treat Luma as well as him.

“It’s not so bad, I’ll treat you right, dear. I promise,” Tsuki cooed, approaching Luma. “Do not,” they said sternly. “Come closer.” He halted in his steps, a betrayed expression casting across his delicate features.

“How much do you love him?” Hayami asked. “Dazai.” “More than anything,” they breathed. Their mother winced, biting her red nail. “Luma, honey, I’m so so sorry. If I could reverse it, I would!”

“Thank you, mom. I know there’s nothing you can do, and I don’t blame you,” they reassured, shaking their head. The obsidian haired princess felt tears prick their eyes. They finally, finally, had requited love, all for it to be foiled because they kept it a secret.

Luma blamed themselves. They blamed themselves for wanting to keep it a secret, the idea and adrenaline rushing through their veins of getting caught, but they had no clue it would backfire so miserably.

Meanwhile, the Dazai’s were having the same conversation in the Dusk Kingdom.

“Your suitor is..” The Queen of the Dusk Kingdom paused for dramatic effect, smirking to herself.

“Murakami Yua!”

Osamu’s expression dropped. Yua? The girl who tried to get in his pants at 15? The girl known as ‘Miss Devil’? God, he wanted to kill himself now more than ever.

His family clapped as Yua approached the long table. She wore an ocean blue dress with spaghetti straps and a v-neck. She waved at the Dazai family.

Taking a seat next to Osamu, he shifted away uncomfortably. “Now now, Osamu, that’s no way to act in front of your future wife, is it? Your Queen?” She taunted, licking his earlobe. Osamu shook her off.

“Mom,” he began, causing the woman to look at her son, placing a piece of waffle in her mouth. “I’m dating Miyazaki Luma, of the Starry Kingdom.”

“That slut?!” His father was enraged. “They are not a slut! You seriously believe rumors sprouted by peasants?” Osamu snapped, eyes widening in anger. “They are no good, Osamu. Not good for you, not good for anyone.”

“Your father is right,” Yua said, “I heard that they were in cahoots with their best friend’s suitor—Nakahara Chuuya.” Osamu knew this was far from the truth. The two bickered constantly, not like an old married couple, but in an “I’m gonna rip your head off” way. He also knew that Luma was incredibly loyal and they’d never do that to their best friend.

“That’s false! They would never do that! Luma is a strong, loyal person!” Osamu snapped, standing up abruptly. He tried maintaining his breathing, but hearing his own family say such things about the person he loved only riled him up.

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” his father said, cutting his steak. “You don’t even know Luma, not like I do! So why should you have a say?!” Osamu shouted. “Enough!” His father snapped, causing the prince to flinch.

“Your suitor is Murakami Yua! And that’s that!” He concluded, focusing on his steak again. Osamu flew off in a rage. Yua tried chasing after him but he slammed his door and locked it before she could enter.

#🗝️—luma #🌹—osaluma #🌷—blinding lights!

[ele-sme]

thanks to @mochalottie and her beautiful fan fiction (for the nights and days of life) i wanted to re-watch dragon trainer, now you guys got this, and part two of Konuv . 

Not a 15-year-old befriending a dragon he just met.

moments before disaster

THE DISGUST IN THEIR EYES

petting time!

discovery drug!

“ohh shiny point”

fake

bro snook in the dragon 💀

bro must thought his son died or somthing

“you can't dream with open eyes!” look at him.

UHH SHUT UP THE GOOD PART CAME IN

THE SOUND TRACK YESSS

hiccup: :D

Toothless: :0

“since when food can walk???”

bully

 did bro just befriended a dragon he just met? AGAIN?

totally me when i study latin

is this a coming out scene or what?

no seriously is it?

did bro just hit him?! IMCALLINGCPS

well this is awkward

okay hiccup, okay

awkward again

did she just death threat the chief son??? INFRONT OF EVERYONE?!

still thinking he should have got away fr

majestic

he was ready to throw hands

why tf did he pick her? didn't he want to go away not even 5 minutes before? also, who would have believed her?

this is just so funny, look at how toothless looks at her, and look at how she can clearly fall and hiccup is just "now we are going to make you flight a little, and then u will fall in love with me"

toothless knew what he was doing

mosquitos coming in the second the door is open

they were shocked

are you fr astrid?

"yes" you are killing me

this looks so fake i swear

"damn"

half of the speech was about insulting his own son, Infront of the entire village.

dramatic enter

bro is lucky he is the main character, because trying to bond with the dragon in front of the ENTIRE village/clan is brave

mood braker

“Something just happen to my human!”

this is so cool, unreal it was 2010

“my bad bro”

bro just had an idea

how tf dare you? Asshole bastard dirty old fucker moron go fuck yourself jackass yokel that your own wife preferred 21 years with dragons then to stay with you, get lost Muthafucka

“oh no i fuck up”

“oh well the show must go on”

“wait till next movie”

just kiss already, btw their wasn't an enemies to lover, she was literally bullying him

best friends forever squad is here

look at this dumbass genuinely happy, how adorable

cool

husbands

this describe itself

wow, just wow

this hurts

"What do you mean? my mate is here, wait hold my wing"

“see?”

"tf do you mean? Of course I brought him back alive"

“i guess im a father of two now”

“wake up bro”

“tf do yo want?!”

SURPIRSEEEE

aww look toothless and footless

INFRONT OF HIS FATHER?!

#i thought it was funny #how to train your dragon #httyd

[rollercoasterwords]

i j found some old tik toks from where i was reading atydsp and like. i never rly processed that that was the fic that made me fall in love with sirius. it connected me to his character in a whole other way. like i had never rly let his story fully sink innnn. esppp those war chapters and like post azkaban. i never had it from him yk? and like. since his pov he’s been my fav character. like my comfort character. like he’s skdkskdksd

this is SO sweet omg thank u sm <3 truly cannot think of a higher compliment than hearing that it made u fall in love w sirius because he is just !!!! so so special to me. my most favorite boy my wretched creature he's like a shiny stone that u pick up while walking along the beach but when it's dry it just looks like a normal rock and u show people and they're like ummmm ok cool rock and it's like u don't UNDERSTAND u don't GET IT this is the most beautiful stone in the world if u just add a little water...he's my little chewtoy i need to bite and tear and destroy but it is only because i love him SO much. i am like a dog with a horrible rag in my mouth and everyone's like that's gross why don't u buy ur dog a new chewtoy but that's only because they don't understand that i will lose my mind if anyone tries to take away my most precious torn-up rag of a character. i understand that there are other sirius truthers out there to whom he is a precious china doll who must be kept so carefully on a high shelf in the cabinet and i watch them take him out to brush his lovely hair and. well that's all fine and good but to me he is the graying ragdoll i've had since i was a baby and i've just about chewed his arms off in my sleep at this point and his little button eyes keep falling off and i sew on new ones and i throw him into every mud puddle i come across. so !!!

#thank u anon this is a very kind message <3 #ask #atydsp

[mahoushoujotechsupport]

its time to continue my rewatch lol

honestly kinda wish we got more of akko with her bangs all out

lol look at all those books on akko’s desk that won’t get opened for like a year 

obligatory yay

wonder how annoying it mustve been for whoever got stuck drawing diana’s hair over and over lol

she

i promise i won’t let this turn into me just posting diana pics

see? have a sucy

lol why is she holding both a fork and spoon at the same time while she eats

akko fell victim to diana’s voice

i honestly do love the idea of diana calling akko by her whole name in fics because it’s perceived as intimate but akko is always telling everyone to specifically call her akko and idk if she’d realistically want to be called atsuko lol plus diana just immediately is ok with referring to her as akko instead of atsuko which i will always love

literal blorbos

cmon akko you shouldve known this dumbass was a secret chariot otaku the moment she knew exactly what you meant by shiny rod versus sucy and lotte being like wtf r u talking about

CMON...

no comment

lil babby akko

never noticed the card shop with the premium card for sale is called ursa major lol and look at that awesome store next door

shiny chariot poseur cavendish can’t even pick up on the nymphodia  

i know this ep is supposed to parallel diana’s dumbassery in the 1st ova, but man... this must legit be one of her worst memories ever. like ya sure in the ova she let loose some magic eating dragon but no one actually got hurt whereas she literally shot akko with a magic radiation bullet lol

diana “shit maybe it’s not a replica” cavendish

can never get over how akko just defers to diana here on the papilliodya spell pronunciation

kira kira mabushii screenshot

from the start of the series its very clear diana’s such a precious little bean like cmon shes having a little meltdown here over undeserved praise and then has like no idea how to be like akshually it was akko

stupid gay baby

colors in the final scene of this ep are so nice

ok done with ep 2, will probably just try to do an episode per day or something

also i started this post for ep 2 as a draft before my last post but i kinda wanted the chariot card thing to be its own post lol

#gayanimeweed lwa re-watch party #ep 2

[whatqueen-wildcats]

Answer the evens for the music ask 🤪

Here u go finally hahaha

2: A song you like with a number in the title

6/10 - dodie

4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about

Sweater weather - the neighborhood

6: A song that makes you want to dance

Beyoncé RENAISSANCE, just all of it lol listened to it a lot this past summer

8: A song about drugs or alcohol

Idk uhh Juice - Lizzo also a very dance-able choice

10: A song that makes you sad

Wolves - Jensen McRae

Don't think I've ever heard this song without crying

12: A song from your preteen years

Stars - Switchfoot (any early sf qualifies tbh, but got to dance and scream to this one live last year with a couple of fellow ex-youth group queers in one of the weirdest and most healing concert experiences I've had yet lmao)

14: A song that you would love played at your wedding

I Wanna Dance with Somebody - Whitney Houston haha every time I hear this song I just picture the reception dancing and singing along with a room full of people I love and my brand new spouse and it being such a moment of joy

I don't have super significant ones I want for ceremony or first dance or whatever cause i feel that's very dependent on the relationship, but this tune is a Must at some point on the dance floor

16: One of your favorite classical songs

Mmmm idk which individual piece would be my fave but i do love to listen to Chopin (To be a bit pedantic, he's a Romantic period composer, not properly Classical period, but in the Colloquial Sense of Classical it counts 🤣)

18: A song from the year that you were born

*hastily googles songs released in 1994*

Basket Case - Green Day

Very strong memories of hearing it for the first time about 10 years after its release from my cousins shiny new mp3 player and being SUPER jealous

20: A song that has many meanings to you

Twenties - Semler

Always a bit of a mindfuck to listen to honestly -- lmao press X to skip this monolog but please do listen to the song, it's excellent.

cause I so easily could have (and indeed for most of my life thought I was going to) follow the path of the ex-friend in the song, the good Christian girl just looking for any nice guy to settle down with and meet all those traditional expectations... it's what I thought I wanted. I'm sure if the first boy I wound up dating had actually been a good person and didn't fully shatter my entire already-fragile sense of self, I would've stayed on that path for decades and a couple of kids before even getting close to figuring out why I was so miserable. It's all I knew. And I think of all the people I know who did take that path, the friends i grew up with and no longer speak to... the repetition of the line "how long will you live until your life is your own?" I think of my mother and grandmothers. I hope they're all happier than I would have been had I stayed. I think of all the ways I still people please, and think with gratitude for all the ways I no longer do. I could go on but I won't lol.

22: A song that moves you forward

Idk what exactly this is even supposed to mean? Like, motivates me? Gives me hope? Who knows but youre getting

City - Thao & The Get Down Stay Down

24: A song by a band you wish were still together

tbh I can't think of one? I'm sure there are some, but several that I would've said a few years ago have either come back already or I no longer care for them lol. And of course there's plenty of Before My Time bands that would've been cool to be around for but feel like that's not the point of this question.

Idk, what keeps coming to mind is Foo Fighters - they aren't actually broken up but Taylor Hawkins, their drummer, passed suddenly last year. For the song I'll pick "But, Honestly"

26: A song that makes you want to fall in love

So maaannyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ughgh

If We Were Vampires - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

Makes me absolutely SICK that I haven't met the love of my life yet and every day that passes is one less that I get to spend with them in this mortal existence 😫

Addendum: I've taken so long to finish answering these that I've found a new answer in the meantime that I'd like to share, Kevin Atwater, several of his songs apply, but going with My Blood is Your Blood *foaming at the mouth*

28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love

Probably the best and most ENCHANTING voice I've had the joy of getting to hear live so far in my life is Florence Welch of F+TM, I'll pick the song Cassandra

30: A song that reminds you of yourself

Okay this would be SO EASY but i really don't wanna pick a sad or self-deprecating song. Those have their time and place but I'm practicing them not being my default lol.

Gonna answer with one that, maybe doesn't exactly *remind* me of myself? but helps me embrace myself: Hit or Miss - Odetta

Thank you, as always, for facilitating my long-winded nonsense! 💖

#ask

[girlablaze]

sis i am at your tower calling out to you rn - let me up : ❛ glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures. ❜ ( did not have anyone specific so u can take ur pick love u <3 )

i  forgot  what  meme  this  was  but  <3  

the  cobblestone  streets  were  tense .  the  crowds  that  hung  so  loosely  throughout  the  day  now  tightly  wrapped  around  each  other  as  the  shadows  crept  closer  ;  closer  and  closer  to  the  stalls  that  lined  these  very  streets  with  the  best  the  city  had  to  offer   ——   salts  and  spices  ,  furs  and  hide  ,  gold and  silver   ——   a  bustling  city  street  transformed  as  merchants  began  to  cower at  the  sight  of  a  swift - disappearing  sun  ,  retreating  into  the  holes  they  had  crafted  homes  from  for  safety  through  the  nights  ;  nights  so  ferocious  the  stars  were  forged  into  fangs .  to  the  common  folk  , briar  among  them  ,  they  did  not  know  anything  other  than  this  :  a  single  lit  candle  lit  in  a  darkened  window .  the  only  salvation  that  could  be  scavenged  within  these  streets  as  they  prayed  to  gods  for  protection  ,  watching  out  broken  glass  window - panes  as  every  cruelty  in  human - form  awoke  &  appeared  from  the  depths   ——   but  night  fell  like  a  blanket  of  sorrows  ,  and  gods  were  no  longer  watching .  

no  ,  briar  believed  the  gods  watched  and  cheered  for  these  nights .  waited  for  the  crimson  to  flood  the  streets  and  mark  victory  from  defeat  ; played  their  games  until  the  world  become  the  ouroboros .  BUT  THERE  WERE  NO  CHAMPIONS  HERE  ,  no  heroes .  victory  was  nothing  but  another  sunrise  to  regret ;  only  survivors  that  would  forever  carry  the  burden  of  what  they  must  do  to  face  the  morning .   all  the  while  those  in  their  noble  gowns  and  rubied  crowns  slept  peacefully  in  their  beds  ,   somewhere  high  in  the  ivory  castles  briar  had  looked  up  upon  since  she  was  a  girl  wondering  what  that  must  feel  like   ——    to  not  have  to  worry .  she  watched  from behind  her  father’s  weary  spine  as  they  paraded  these  very  streets  and  praised  the  people  for  their  strength  in  such  dark  times .  (  it  was  not  strength  if  it  was  a  way  of  living  -  it  was  obligation  ,  it  was  a  curse .  THE  DARK  TIMES  CAME  ,  and  they  never  left .   ) she  could  not  fathom  how  they  could  look  down  from  their  horses  and  watch  what  was  happening  without  bearing  the  guilt of  it .  the  way  families  starved  ,  the  way  brothers  fought  brothers  ,  the  way  the  streets  rotted  from  it’s  own  corruptions .   

of  course  ,  that  did  not  change  the  fact  she  was  down  here and  they  were  up  there .  that  she  was  the  one  creeping  along  the  shadows  now  -  careful  to  disturb  the  air  around  her  for  fear  of  who  might  sense  it  &  come  seeking  what  they  could  take  -  and  they  only  feared  the  mice  stealing  their  finely  crafted  breads   ——   envy  was  a  cruel  creature .  but  unfortunately  ,  envy  was  often  the  only  thing  that  kept  briar  grounded  and  breathing .  that  and  unwavering  pettiness .  she  kept  her  head  low  ,  careful  for  the  sounds  of  an  unsheathing  sword  ,  or  a  heavy  footstep  ,  or  the  sign  of impending  trouble  she  was  so  often  drawn  to .  already  a  bruise  darkened across  her  cheek  from  a  squabble  between  herself  and  a  fisherman  she  had  ,  ultimately  ,  stolen  from  the  week  prior .  her  pants  ,  craftly  chosen  to  hide  femininity  &  appear  meek  ,  were  torn  and  ragged  from  a  day  of  wandering  these  streets  ;  but  her  pockets  hung  full  with  silver  coins  and  shiny  objects  she  thought  looked  expensive ,  marking  a  day  of  good  ,  mostly  honest ,  work .  

the  tavern  was  a  safe  a  place  as  any .  when  the  winds  blew  in  the  nights  ,  the  tavern  was  four  walls  that  provided  shelter   ——   true  ,  it  was  rough .  but  to  briar  ,  this  had  been  home  since  she  was  left  in  her  grief .  many  of  times  she  had  almost  convinced  herself  to  move  onwards .  abandon  the  memories  of  a  sister  who  she  loved  dearly  ,  of  a  father  who  taught  her  how  to  bandage  the  scrapes  on  her  knees  ,  and  even  -  perhaps tentatively  -  the  mother  who  taught  her  what  it  means  to  be  a  strong  woman  who  takes  no  shit .  but  alas  ,  THE  TAVERN  CALLED  HER  HOME  in  these  dark  hours .  the  drunken  bard’s  muffled  nonsense  and  the  smell  of  spilled  ale  was  an  embrace  that  even  briar  herself  would  happily  accept  ;  because  the  world  was  lonely  ,  and  these  familiar  moments  were  all  an  empty  wanderer  like  herself  had  left .  that  ,  and  whatever  few  people  had  managed  to  slither  into  the  crevices  of  her  armor  and  penetrate  the  black  heart  she  so  readily  praised  herself  for   ——    she  would  not  admit  it  ,  for  fear  of  the  consequences  of  what  caring  might  possibly  mean  in  a  world  that  was  not  only  lonely  ,  but  cruel  ,  but  there   were  some  such  souls  that  existed .  ones  she  found  herself  leaning  on  for  companionship  or  comfort  ;  a  belly  full  of  laughter  throughout  the  dark  times  when  she  could  forget  when  these  nights  fell  so  grimly .  

among  them  ,  of  course  ,  was  minji .  

❛  ah  ,  you  would  miss  me  too  dearly  for  us  to  depart  so  soon . ❜   and  dare  she  say  it  ,  as  would  she .  the  warmest  of  welcomes  comes  in  the  form  of  such  familiar  face  &  the  smile  that  automatically  ignites  itself  across  her  own  in  response .  there  was  something  about  the  girl  that  made  briar  feel  at  ease  in  her  own  skin  ;  to  allow  herself  to  put  away  her  shields  and  swords  and  find  comfort  in  just  being .     the  dimly  lit  tavern  makes  her  barely  acknowledgeable  above  a  shadow  -  but  sometimes  briar  wondered  if  that  was  how  the  girl  preferred  it  ;  surrounded  by  her  own  cloak  of  obscurity .  that  ,  briar  believed  ,  was  something  the  two  had  in  common    ——    she  falls  into  the  seat  across  from  her  much - appreciated  companion  with  a  weary  sigh  ,   the  lanterns  above  them  swinging  beneath  the  weight  of  whatever  commotion  was  happening  upstairs  ,  to  which  many  here  did  not  pay  it  any  mind  -  this  was  just  another  night  of  many  spent  beneath  the  curse of  this  hollowed  city .  they  were  tired  ,  they  did  not  care .  (  she  was  tired  ,  she  did  not  care .  )    ❛  and  besides  ,  my  fair  lady — ❜   a  yawn  breaks  apart  her  sentence  as  she  rests  her  chin  across  her  palms  ,  arms  folded  along  a  wooden  table  that  had  likely  lived  through  several  kings  lifetimes .  somewhere  behind  her  ,  the  drunken  bard  finally  succumbs  to  his  drink  and  falls  to  the  floor  with  a thump .  somewhere  behind  her  someone’s  voice  begins  to  raise  higher  and  higher  as  the  approaching  storm  of  an  argument overflows  into  thrown  chairs  and  shouts  across  the  room .  nothing is  quite  as  interesting  ,  or  as  important ,  as  the  girl  seated  before  her  now .    ❛  we  have  entire  worlds to  conquer  some  day   —  seas  to  explore  ,  noblemen  to  cast  down  ,  legendary  tales  to  create   —  death  without  a  little  glory  is  a  fate  too  boring  for  the  likes  of  us . ❜    

#diionysian #answered. #written stuff. #u thought i FORGOT ? ha . . . hoo . . . no i was in fact staring at this for 2 months wondering . . how do i Write #and then somehow wrote too much AND said too little all at once <3 #anyways ! a lil inspired by soc and a lil hotd . . not exactly medieval BUT #a (bad) gift . . . for u . . .

[cass1x1]

🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon / 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon / 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon | theo, knox, maurelle!

@gerrykecy

theo

🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

(gun mention tw)

they're pretty proficient with most melee weapons but their default is a dagger or, for range, a very tiny pistol. they keep one of each strapped on them at pretty much all time.

💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

sports? hm. theo's favorite sports to watch, other than like gymnastics obviously, is college women's basketball. they feel like it's the best showcase of pure athleticism. they can watch most sports and enjoy it enough but NCAA women's basketball is their preference.

👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

we've talked a little about their formal wear but i want to continue. they almost certainly brought the few nicer things they have in a "just in case" kind of over-preparedness but i also think they lowkey hate shopping for that sort of thing so they def bring their own nice-ish clothes to every cover just so they won't have to do it again. they have a small but decently varied collection at home--one or two dresses that are only a last resort, and then several jumpsuits and then trousers/suit jackets/vests in various combos.

knox

🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

knox is a simple lad (prefers fist-to-fist if he must fight) but if he absolutely had to choose a weapon like for a duel or some shit, he'd probably pick some sort of gauntlet bc fist-to-fist.

💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

oh this is a ho who cannot resist the chance to play catch. if there is a ball or a ball-like object u know he is throwing it. he likes to do little "keep it up without using your hands" type games with a soccer ball but honestly genuinely he will be in the kitchen tossing and catching an orange to amuse himself

👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

he has his civvies which he wears when he's actually off-duty, but when he's working, unless it's a formal even where he needs to be in like full military getup, he's mostly gonna dress in like...casual duty outfits? a plain white t-shirt and work pants (like a sturdier material than denim, in a fairly loose cut) and boots. maybes a leather jacket if he needs a jacket.

maurelle

🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

she carries a rapier at her hip at all times purely for aesthetic purposes. if she needed to fight, she'd use a magicked longsword probably or just straight-up magic, but she likes the look of the rapier. it's extremely shiny.

💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

there must be sports on the fae court so she def plays those but she wasn't actually much of a jock. she's much more like a "physical activity is my job, not my hobby" personality.

👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hmmmm i always sort of picture her in some sort of court regalia, but i think if she were going somewhere where she might be seen by humans (other than saf) she'd wear like the sorts of clothes people wear at Renn Faires? anachronistic Medieval? idk

#answered #gerrykecy #ch: theo #ch: knox #ch: maurelle #idk man #i wanted to finish this one before i started the other ones lol