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BBF5: Jump Off The Roof

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 5 Word Count: 7k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring yachtrry, punishments, facing fears, and semi-public smut

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 4 - PART 6

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“What am I gonna do with you, hm?” he asked condescendingly, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Didn’t use words, didn’t get up when I asked you multiple times… someone isn’t being very good today. Someone is being a bit of a brat.” The last word hung in the air. YN hadn’t intended to break any rules, she didn’t mean to be a brat. She was just a little wine sleepy and cozy from the rocking of the boat, honestly. But if being a brat meant he might choke her while they looked out at the ocean, then maybe it wasn’t the worst outcome after all. “Still no words for me? Darling, you aren’t helping yourself right now. Was already gonna punish you but the more rules you break the worse off your punishment is gonna be.”

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YN had never been so disappointed to brush her own hair.

It had just felt so nice when Harry was doing it for her. He was so gentle, saying sweet words and filling her insides up with gooey warmth, directly contrasting the way he had teased her ruthlessly with her toys moments earlier. And he had to jump up and walk away from it all so quickly, leaving her alone to finish brushing her hair herself. In an empty room. On an empty bed. Filled with the memories of what had just taken place.

She finished getting herself ready for bed, realizing that in no way did she have the energy to do anything else for the night after doing that with Harry. YN even went as far as making up the bed and was about to get into it when Harry finished up helping her brother get ready for his date and knocked on the door again.

“Oh darling, you aren’t going to sleep in that messy bed. Come on, come spend the night with me.”

And who was she to disagree?

Harry held her close as they ate dinner and went to sleep early. Too early, maybe. But they were both pretty wiped out after the day in the sun and all the playing they had done. Maybe it was all for the best, though, because YN was able to sneak back into her room early in the morning before anyone was the wiser.

The only real downside was that she was left with time by herself to think and wonder and worry over what she was doing with Harry. The last few days had been so much fun, and she wouldn’t take them back for the world. In fact, she wanted to live in this fantasy they were building together for as long as she possibly could. She reveled in the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her, the way he treated her. He could go from being so gentle to so harsh in the blink of an eye, and she loved living on the edge for it.

But what did it all mean? Who was she now that she knew she liked to be treated this way? Was she really getting into a secret relationship with her brother’s best friend? Was it really a relationship at all?

She didn’t know. And she was too afraid to ask.

So instead she continued on with the day as normal, meeting the rest of the family downstairs for breakfast (and eating a yogurt, a fruit, and and egg, because Harry’s brows raised every time she tried to get up and clear her plate) before collecting their things and hopping aboard the yacht that her parents had chartered for the day.

YN had only dreamt of something like this - to be on a chartered yacht off the Italian coast on a warm day. Dressed in her favorite blue bikini and a silk cover up, a hat adorning her head as she continued to read her book she was taking it all in, she was grateful to have learned that Harry had some sort of in with the owner of the boat, and got a good deal on it for the family that day. The whole day felt like one big breath of fresh air.

They snacked on a charcuterie board for lunch, indulging in a few glasses of wine each and talking about their favorite parts of the trip now that it was nearing the end. YN of course had several favorite moments which she would be unable to tell the family, but she and Harry shared a knowing look when it came around to her turn. She lied, of course, and said she just loved the sound of the water on the beach and getting a chance to really read her book.

Harry said he enjoyed playing games, especially in the water, and YN almost choked on her sip of wine.

By mid afternoon, they were all pleasantly tipsy, and Harry was clearly having a hard time keeping his eyes off of YN. Her brother even noticed it at one point, groaning and shoving Harry when he was distracted by her. “Come on man, I swear to god if I find out you’re fucking my sister I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

He didn’t seem to be too bothered by it, though, because within about thirty seconds he was back to recounting his night on his date with the girl from the pool. They had gone to a small cafe for dinner, talked a lot, apparently she was on a girls’ trip but they had all decided to try and find separate dates for the night that night. YN tried desperately not to listen to him, but with the wine in his blood he was talking louder than he should have been and she was unfortunately privy to all the details about how she was such a great kisser and he didn’t get home until 3am and…

YN walked away after that, unable to keep hearing the lewd story she wished to never know. She went to one of the bedrooms on the inside of the boat, a nicely made bed with fluffy pillows calling her name. At first she was planning to continue reading her book (it had just gotten to the good part where he offered to share his hotel room with her). But soon, the gentle rocking of the boat was easing her into a sleepy state.

By the time Harry followed her downstairs, her eyes were drifting closed. She wasn’t even entirely sure if she heard him come in, or if she was already dreaming. He looked so pretty the way he was standing there, shirt off and short shorts hanging low on his waist. His skin had tanned quite a bit on this trip, looking warm and comforting. His thick thighs were on display, a soft sprinkling of hair showing that he wasn’t a little kid anymore either. Her mouth was practically watering at the way his muscles contracted as he moved.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her, he gently moved a piece of hair out of her face and around her ear before stroking the back of her head lightly.

“Hi baby,” he whispered. “Look so pretty like this.”

YN sighed, eyes squeezing closed.

“Did the wine make you a little bit sleepy?” he cooed.

She responded with a noncommittal hum.

Harry let out a breath before continuing. “Need you to wake up, darling. Gonna waste all your time on the boat. Don’t you want to come play in the water with me?”

Her ears perked up at the word ‘play’, but instead of making a move to get up she just snuggled into her pillow further.

“Come on, sweet girl. Don’t leave me all by myself. Be good for me.”

But still, she didn’t move.

“I’ll ask nicely one more time. Please get up and come swim with me, honey.”

“But I’m sleepy,” she finally responded, words fumbled under her breath.

Harry stood up then, and YN opened her eyes when she felt the bed move beneath her and the loss of his hand resting on top of her head.

“Oh, so now you’re willing to speak to me?” he replied, brows high on his head.

She just shrugged.

His mood shifted quickly, from trying to gently coerce her into waking up to instead harshly directing her to allow him to play. “Roll onto your back and spread your legs,” he commanded as he walked towards the door and turned the lock.

Obeying, she rolled over and stretched her arms high above her head as she let out a yawn. Eyes squeezed shut as she did so, she noticed Harry walking back over to her, jumping a bit upon feeling his weight on the end of the bed.

Harry stroked his hands up and down her lower legs for a moment, head tilted to the side.

The last word hung in the air. YN hadn’t intended to break any rules, she didn’t mean to be a brat. She was just a little wine sleepy and cozy from the rocking of the boat, honestly. But if being a brat meant he might choke her while they looked out at the ocean, then maybe it wasn’t the worst outcome after all.

“Still no words for me? Darling, you aren’t helping yourself right now. Was already gonna punish you but the more rules you break the worse off your punishment is gonna be.”

YN just responded with a whine, a frown standing out on her lips.

“Well if that’s how you’re going to be today, then fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you clearly are. Take off your clothes.” When she didn’t move right away, his tone got even harsher. “I said, take off your clothes.”

And if he was going to play this game with her, she might as well play along. It couldn’t be too hard to pick up the part, could it? All she had to do was disobey him, even when her natural instinct was telling her to be agreeable to whatever he said. But she’d be lying if she claimed to not want to know what kind of punishments he might inflict on her, especially after the way he was talking in the ocean the other day. Would he edge her some more? Tie her up? Spit in her mouth again? She didn’t know, but she was desperate to find out.

“If you want them off so bad, then you do it,” she spat back at him.

His eyes got wide for a moment before he took a deep breath.

“Babe, I need you to tell me your color. Do you actually not want to play right now or… are you just really playing?”

“I’m green, Harry,” she assured him.

“Ok then.” He took another breath, refocusing his energy.

After a moment, he leaned forward, crawling up her body until he was face to face with her, lips just barely touching. She wanted so badly to lean up the fraction of an inch and close the space between them, to feel his plush, sun-warmed lips on her own. But she knew waiting and feeding into this role would make it even better.

His tongue dragged over his lips slowly, wetting them before he spoke. “When I ask you to do something,” he whispered, voice deeper than she had ever heard it. “I expect you to do it. Is that clear?”

Silence.

“I said, is that clear?”

Again, silence.

Harry grunted, crawling back down her body, taking her little silk wraparound coverup with him as he goes so she’s left just in the bikini she was tanning in earlier. She can feel the way he drinks her up as he eyes her exposed skin - her most intimate parts still covered but that doesn’t change the way his attitude makes her feel exposed to him.

“Harry,” she whines softly, under her breath. She almost wasn’t sure he heard it, until his eyes met hers again and his frown turned into a slight smirk.

“Oh now you’re talking, hm? And not even calling me sir… tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?”

She felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, but she stayed quiet, desperate to know what he was thinking but trusting that whatever it was, was going to be amazing. He promised to always take care of her, always make her feel good, and even when they were playing like this she knew he would fulfill that promise.

At first, he just teased her, as if wanting to see how much each of them could really take. He let the tip of his finger curl beneath the waistband of her bottoms, running back and forth along her lower tummy. She could feel her own muscles quivering beneath his touch. Then he moved his attention back to her bikini top, snapping one of the strings like a middle school boy might do to an exposed bra strap. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden movement shocked YN enough to let out a little gasp.

Finally, he started taking action. First dragging her bottoms down her legs and throwing them to the side. Rather than entirely remove her top, he pulled at the triangles, exposing her breasts to him. She could see the desire in his eyes when her nipples perked up from the cold of the room around her.

“Where are they right now?” she asked quietly, trying to gauge if she had the privacy and space to make the noises that were getting caught up in her throat.

“Getting dinner ready, I think,” Harry responded absentmindedly.

That meant they would be on an upper deck, surrounded by pots and pans and dishes and the stove and the oven and all kinds of things making noises that would easily drown out whatever might come from this bedroom in the coming moments.

“How much time do we have?” she asked again, as Harry’s hands started to graze up her legs and reach her tummy.

He shrugged. “Enough.”

His hands continued their journey, up to brush lightly over her nipples, a fire in his eyes the whole time. She gasped lightly at the feeling, his eyes shooting to hers at the sound.

With one hand still on her chest, he brought the other one up to her neck, wrapping around it with no warning, bringing back memories of their first time together out on the balcony at the hotel. It was poetic, really, thinking back to how he kept telling her to look out at the open ocean, and now they were floating on top of it just days later.

YN gulped, or she tried to at least. The weight of his hand against her throat felt nice, and the slight airway constriction was sending her head into spirals. Looking up at him, she couldn’t help but feel completely safe. His other hand was still playing with her sensitive nipples, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than his name.

She didn’t even realize that she had been saying it outloud until he removed his hand from her chest and used it to lightly slap at her cheek. It was more like a pat, but the sound was enough to make an impact.

“Don’t call me that. You know not to call me that when we’re playing. Such a fucking brat…” he mumbled the last part under his breath as he removed his hand, wiping it on his shorts.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” she spit back at him.

“The fuck you will. Spread your legs.”

No matter how hard she wanted to play the part and be a brat, she couldn’t help but follow his instructions this time. It was hard not to want to spread her legs for him every time she saw him. It was hard before he had touched her, all those years of pining after him, believing he was the one thing she could never have. But especially now that she knew what he could, how he could make her feel. She would never give up an opportunity to feel him there.

“Such a slut,” he said, hand still around her neck. “Acting like a brat and the only thing you listen about is opening your legs. My little whore.”

She whined in response.

“Now I’m going to move my hand, but you don’t make a sound unless I tell you to, ok? And if you want to say my name, I want to hear ‘sir’.”

She nodded, but there was clear mischief in her eyes.

With a deep breath, Harry refocused himself between her thighs, a place that she was finding him in more often than not these d ays.With one finger, he dragged her wetness from her weeping hole up to her clit, rubbing it around in a few tight circles. But it was clear he wasn’t going to be doing that for long, his attention elsewhere.

A hand on each of her ankles, he tugged her legs harshly to adjust her so her knees were bent, exposing herself even more to him as her hips were canted upwards.

“There we go,” he said under his breath.

YN didn’t really have time to wonder what he was thinking, because what came next happened so suddenly, she wasn’t entirely sure that it had happened at all. One moment, his hands were on her ankles, and the next, her core was stinging in pain and pleasure and his hand was rubbing at her folds to calm her down.

“What was that?!” she gasped.

Harry chuckled darkly before responding. “That, my darling, was your punishment for not listening to me when I asked you to get up, multiple times. And I think we’re going to do a few more of them too…” he trailed off for a moment before looking back at her. “You remember your colors?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

He hummed, not giving her the usual “good girl” or even “good” as a response but just accepting it and moving on.

Harry continued then, spanking her hard over her pussy, directly over her clit this time before rubbing lightly at the area, his other hand resting comfortingly on the inside of her thigh. YN swallowed her own gasp at the impact.

“Why are you so mean to me?” she whined.

“M’not mean,” he responded. “M’punishing you. ‘S what you earned.”

Another slap came down hard on her center.

“I don’t like when you’re mean,” she whined again.

Harry laughed under his breath then, taking his time and stroking her folds up and down, spreading her wetness all around the area to bring home his point.

“Sweetheart, you can say you don’t like it but your pussy’s dripping, so what am I supposed to believe?”

“Harry.”

Another slap, this one harder than the previous ones.

“I said call me sir.”

YN nodded, her entire bratty facade officially up as she felt her blood pressure rising, heart beating loudly in her ears as she could only breathe through short pants.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. Her eyes were starting to water but she was trying desperately not to let them overflow, not yet.

Another slap.

“Sorry what?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry sir!” she cried out, voice just on the other edge of watery.

Harry let out a breath, looking her up and down and giving her body a moment to recover. His eyes still sparkled with something, but YN was too far gone to put much thought into it.

“Good girl,” he praised, dropping a hand down to graze circles over her tummy. “Now then… I’m hard as a fucking rock. Can’t go back to your family looking like this, can I?”

“No sir.”

“That’s right, so keep your legs open for me. I also need to punish you for talking like a brat. Gonna keep being a bit mean… So remember you can tell me your colors even when I don’t ask for them.”

Harry waited for her response before pulling his tiny shorts down just low enough for his cock to bounce up against his own abs. And he was right, he was rock hard. Even from her bad angle, YN could see every vein and ridge on his thick length, ruddy head leaking out a bead of precum without even being touched.

“Think you can take me without having my fingers first?” he asked, lining himself up with her hole.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

“When I first get inside of you, I want you to tell me your color, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok.”

Harry didn’t wait another moment, thrusting his hips hard into hers, her knees bent and resting around his waist as she called out green through a shaky breath.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled in response to her color.

And before she could think about anything else, he was fucking her. Not just having sex with her, but fucking her with the brute force she always knew he possessed but never dreamed to be able to see or experience. Looking up to his face, she saw him biting down hard on his lower lip, surprised that he wasn’t drawing blood as he slammed into her again and again. The sound of his hips hitting her ass rang out in the room around them, YN’s moans and groans of pleasure mixing in as well. The chorus around them sang loudly, harshly, intensely.

“Fucking dammit,” he grunted after a particularly deep thrust. “You feel so fucking good, shit. So tight. Oh my god…” he groaned at the end of his thought.

“Harry! Please!” she called out.

“Love it when you beg for me, beg for my cock.”

“Yes!”

“Not gonna last much longer,” he admitted. “Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you deserve it.”

“Want it… want it so bad… I need it,” she begged.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Fill up that pretty pussy?”

“Yes sir!”

“Wanna feel it here,” he said, pushing down on her lower stomach. “All the way in your tummy?”

“Yes sir!”

He was balancing on his hands above her, but soon fell down to his forearms, head hanging low between his shoulders. And if YN had the clarity of mind, she would have thought the sight was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The line of sweat at the top of his forehead and soaking his chest hairs making him shine like the sun above her. His mouth wide open, like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Even after only being with him a handful of times, she could tell already that he was close, a thought that was soon confirmed when he sat back on his knees, dragging her by her ass so he could continue fucking into her.

“Harry, please, please sir,” she begged again.

But all her begging and pleading was to no avail, as right when his brow scrunched close and his breath got caught in his throat, he was pulling out of her. His ropes of cum landed directly on the outside of her pussy, across her mound, and a few drips on the inside of her thighs. Harry kept his hand around himself for longer than he needed to, trying to get it all out or due to the post-cum stupor, YN couldn’t know.

When he opened his eyes, he was smiling, looking down at where he had covered her.

YN whined, frustrated that even after begging he decided not to cum inside of her like she liked.

“Oh,” he said, smile quickly turning into a frown. “Did you want my cum inside of you?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

“Well then you have to be a bit more specific when you’re begging, hm? Besides… not sure you really deserve it after the way you spoke to me.”

Subconsciously, YN started to pout - she had never been told she didn’t deserve cum before like this. But Harry leaned up, pushing her lower lip back into her mouth with his thumb.

“No, you don’t get to be upset about this. You knew you weren’t gonna like your punishment when you spoke to me that way.”

Nevertheless, she whined in response.

He only groaned, sitting back on his knees again and taking in the sight in front of him. The whole picture was lewd, practically pronographic. Her pussy was puffy and pink and wet, covered in both of their fluids. There were no bruises - but YN had a feeling it was only because she was wearing a bathing suit and he didn’t want their escapades to be exposed that way.

His warm cum was growing cold on her skin, the mess in dire need of cleaning up. Based on previous times together, YN was expecting that Harry would find a washcloth in a closet somewhere, run it under warm water, and gently remove the evidence that he had claimed his territory.

Harry had other plans, however. Instead, he kneeled down at the end of the bed, dragging her by her hips and bringing her spread center up to his mouth as he took his first lick.

“Fucking love this little pussy,” he whispered to himself.

He used his tongue and his fingers to mix together his cum with her wetness before swallowing it all down. With his first two fingers, Harry massaged YN from the inside while his tongue continued working on the outside. YN knew it was messy because she could feel how wet she was, how easily his fingers and tongue were sliding over her skin, and the sounds he was making as he was eating as if he had been starved for days.

It wasn’t long before her fingers were gripping the sheets below her, her teeth biting down hard on her tongue to try to keep herself from making too much noise.

“Fuck, Harry…”

“Not yet, brats don’t get to cum whenever they want to” he grumbled, without lifting his face from her fully.

She took a deep breath, willing her pleasure to fade even just a little bit so she could remain in control of herself, but it was getting more and more difficult by the second. He was just so good at what he was doing, sucking hard on her clit and rubbing her in all the right places, his mouth devouring her like he was born to do it. YN’s eyes had been squeezed shut for a while now before she started truly squirming, desperate to get a little space from Harry and breathe on her own.

“Hey, stop it,” he said, bringing his other arm around to hold her still for him.

“Feels so good… I can’t…”

“You can and you will. Now stay still. You don’t get to cum until I say you do. Is that clear?”

YN nodded.

“I said, is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

He responded by spitting directly onto her clit, as if the area needed any more moisture at all. But the sight of it was just too much for YN as she let her head fall back onto the pillow. She tried her best to stay in control, but the truth was she had never tried to hold back an orgasm before, because she never needed to. With other guys, she was desperately trying to get there at all, and by herself, well she was happy to just let it happen as often as she could. This was different, and it was difficult, but she trusted Harry and wanted to follow his orders.

Still, she couldn’t help but keep wiggling within his hold, her toes curling and uncurling over and over again, hips rocking back and forth.

Harry backed away from her, removing his fingers as well, and she finally had a moment to take a breath. But the break didn’t last long as his hand came down hard on her wet lips, just as it had five times earlier.

“I said, stay still. Do you want me to tie you up?” he threatened.

YN’s eyes got wide.

“That’s what I thought. Now do what I say or you won't like the consequences.”

“I’m trying H, but I-”

She was cut off with another spank, causing her to cry out in response.

“Trying isn’t enough,” he told her. “You hold it back, or I stop all together, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

He went back to work, but it wasn’t long before she was squirming once again. She didn’t mean to, she wasn’t trying to, she just couldn’t help it. It felt so good and she was trying so hard and she didn’t know any other way to hold back her own pleasure. She could already feel it tightening up into a ball in lower stomach, ready to explode at a moment's notice.

“Harry,” she gasped out again. “Not sure… I can’t…”

She was so close. Her head was rocking back and forth on the pillow in a desperate attempt to distract herself, but it wasn’t working. One more second of this and she was going to pop, she just knew it. Her muscles were tight, her pussy was throbbing, and Harry was hitting every spot exactly right.

And then, it was over.

Harry stopped. He just stopped. He released her body back down onto the bed, where her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She opened her eyes to look at him and saw as his entire lower face was glistening with their combined fluids. It was lewd the way he wiped it off with the back of his hand, licking his fingers at the end to savor the taste.

“Harry,” she whined, questioning why he had stopped.

“Told you, if you kept squirming you weren’t gonna like the consequences. So now, you don’t get to cum yet. Not until I decide you’ve earned it. Three punishments in one afternoon, that’s a new record, I think,” he teased.

Before she could respond, Harry got off the bed and found a washcloth in the closet, just like YN had expected he would earlier. She watched as he wiped his own face and hands with it before throwing it in the hamper. He washed his hands and rinsed out his mouth before coming back to sit on the edge of the bed.

YN looked up at him with a scrunched brow. He always cleaned her up after they were done. No other guy had ever done that for her before, but he always had. She was confused as to why he got rid of the cloth already.

As if reading her mind, Harry spoke up. “Not gonna clean you up this time either. Gonna let the ocean do that, I think,” he explained.

“Oh.”

“This is what happens when you aren’t a good girl for me,” he said with a shrug. “You did this to yourself, baby.”

Before she could think to respond, they heard loud cheering coming from the upper deck, both their heads looking in that direction as if the ceiling would be able to tell them anything about what was going on upstairs. YN tried to not to think about if the boat was really as soundproofed as she had hoped.

“Come on then, better see what all the fuss is about,” he said, grabbing her bathing suit and helping her carefully get back into it. He slipped his cock back into his shorts, although the limited material was doing little to create any modesty for him, and YN couldn’t help but stare a little bit. He smiled when he caught her looking, but didn’t say anything, instead leading her to the door.

When they got back onto the deck, they saw that dinner was almost ready and YN’s parents were cheering at her brother, who was inside a floating tube in the water. YN was still a bit shaky on her legs, easily feeling the wetness left between them but desperately trying to flip that switch in her mind and remember her surroundings.

“He jumped from the roof and made it into the middle of the floaty on the first try!” her mother eagerly informed them.

Harry was instantly excited, asking for all the details of how he had gotten up onto the roof of the boat in the first place, obvious that he was trying to replicate the trick.

“I’ll do a flip into the water!” he told them all. “Come on, YN!”

He grabbed her hand, leading in the direction of the ladder that her mom had pointed out, but YN’s feet didn’t move. She was stuck in her spot as she looked up at how high up the roof above the captain’s quarters was, knowing that the boat itself was tall. The jump would easily be 50, maybe even 75 feet from the roof to the water.

“What’s wrong?”

“I.. um…”

YN’s mother cut her off. “Oh honey I thought you weren’t afraid of heights anymore? Come on now, you aren’t a little kid. Have some fun! Do something exciting!” she pushed her.

Of course she wanted to do something fun. It sounded exciting. In the past she hadn’t been one to take many risks, but maybe that was changing anyway. Admitting to Harry out on the balcony that she had a crush on him was a risk. Continuing to hook up with him in secret was a risk. Who was she really to claim that she wasn’t a risk taker anymore?

“Come on,” Harry said softly, bringing her attention back to him. He was looking directly in her eyes, and for a moment she almost felt like no one else in the world existed. “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

And YN just couldn’t say no to a promise like that from Harry. She agreed, following him to the base of the ladder.

“Why don’t you go up first,” he suggested. “That way if you fall, I’ll be right here to catch you.”

“Yeah… ok,” she agreed hesitantly.

As she stepped in front of him, Harry whispered into her ear, “also gives me a great view of that ass.”

All YN could do was smile in response as she climbed up the ladder. Towards the top her foot missed a rung, and Harry’s hand immediately went to grab at her ankle, keeping her steady and directing her to the next step.

They made it to the top, but still, YN was chewing on her lip and fidgeting her fingers as she looked down at the ocean.

“Do you want me to go first? Or do you want to hold hands while we jump?”

YN thought it over. She desperately wanted to hold his hand, knowing it would make her feel safe and protected as she took the plunge. But she also knew that the whole family, including her brother, was watching them. And rule number one was to never let him find out so… she might just have to conquer this fear on her own.

“You go first,” she said. “Wanna see that flip you said you could do. Then if I go too deep into the water you can save me again.”

He looked at her softly, tilting his head. She noticed as he started to reach out with one hand before pulling it back quickly.

“Right then…” he said, trailing off.

His body looked so pretty as did a somersault into the gentle waves below. The splash was big, but he came back up for air quickly, smiling and laughing as he waded next to her brother. He made it look so simple, so easy, so inconsequential. It wasn’t fair.

“Come on!” Harry called from down below. “Just jump, it’ll be ok! I promise!”

“Yeah, scaredy-cat!” her brother teased from next to him. “Just get it over with!”

She took a deep breath. She could do this. It was easy enough for both of them. Harry had jumped pretty far out away from the boat, which was probably a good strategy to make sure he didn’t land on the deck or hit the side of the hull. And YN knew she could do that because there was just enough space to take a little bit of a running start. But both of the boys had done tricks, and YN didn’t have any tricks.

Looking down again, she saw Harry’s face. He was looking up to her with a soft smile, but his brows were crinkled just a bit with concern.

He would be there. Harry would be there at the bottom and everything would be ok. He had saved her from the water once before, and he could save her again if she did something stupid like hit her head or get tangled in seaweed or-

“YN!” Harry called up again.

Another deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took a step back. Then, with two steps of a running start, she leaped out away from the boat, screaming as she flew through the air.

At first the scream was out of fear, but within a short moment it turned to a scream of fun, of excitement, of adventure. A smile spread across her face. She did it! She actually did it!

And then she hit the water, sinking deep below the surface. Her eyes were closed, but arms were flailing enough to feel around her. There was no seaweed, and it was only a moment until she felt a familiar hand wrap around her wrist, helping to pull her to the surface.

YN giggled when she got her first breath of air, proud of herself for what she had done. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Harry, his eyes wide as he looked at her proudly. For a moment she could have sworn he was leaning in to kiss her, only to back away when her brother swam closer.

“I knew you had it in you, kiddo!” he congratulated, a pat on her back from where he was comfortably floating in his tube.

She turned around to see her smiling older brother beside her.

The three of them swam in the warm, clear water together as her parents set the table for dinner. The sun was going to be setting soon, and the sky looked so pretty through the few clouds drifting overhead. Harry’s laughter was ringing in the back of her head, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

She smiled to herself while they were in the water, and then all through dinner (especially when Harry accidentally took an entire plateful of peas). And she smiled when they sat around the table talking about their plans for the next day, and she smiled when she volunteered to clear the table for everybody.

And she smiled even more when they realized there were three showers on board, and it was decided that her parents and brother would get the first turn, leaving YN and Harry to themselves as the boat began floating back to harbor.

They sat down together near the back of the boat, watching the wake behind them as the sun was setting. The sky was an array of pinks and oranges and a little bit of leftover blue. Her feet dangling off the edge, YN sat close beside Harry, tentatively resting her head on his shoulder.

“You know,” he broke the silence. “I think I still owe you an orgasm, don’t I?”

YN perked up at that.

“I earned it?”

Harry laughed lightly. “My girl conquered a fear today, she definitely deserves to cum.”

“I’m your girl?”

Harry hummed in agreement. “You’re mine now, didn’t you know?”

YN didn’t respond, except to lean forward and kiss him lightly through a smile. Their lips only touched a bit, but his were soft and plush, warm from the sun and wet from his own tongue. If they had more time, she would fully indulge, crawl on top of him and make out with him for as long as he would let her. She loved the way he held her face, or rubbed at her lower back, or grasped her ribs, or rubbed her sideboob.

But before she could get too far into it, Harry separated them. “Come on now, don’t have much time, do we?”

YN looked around. “Here? Now?”

“Yeah, baby. Why not.”

“Think we only have five minutes at most before they come back up,” she reasoned.

Harry looked down at his watch, then back to YN.

“That’s plenty of time, come on now, lay down.”

He guided her body so she was lying on her back with her feet planted on the ground, knees in the air. Spreading her legs with his hips, he used his own body to cover her and try to keep some semblance of modesty, just in case the captain happened to look that way in the next five minutes. Harry supported his weight on his forearm next to her head, leaning down to place another gentle peck on her lips before allowing his hand to travel under her bikini bottoms.

YN was going to protest, having never done something like this so publicly. But the only thing that came out of her mouth was a slight gasp when his fingers expertly started playing with her clit.

“Is that good, sweetheart?” he cooed.

“Yes sir,” she breathed out.

His arm worked a little harder, fingers sliding themselves inside of her while the heel of his hand still worked against her clit. They were in a rush, so she could feel that he was pulling out all the stops right away, not teasing like he usually did to her. But she wouldn’t complain. His fingers were like magic, probably gained some strength from his time in front of a piano or holding a guitar. The reason didn’t matter, though, just the way he was making her feel.

It wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm building in her lower belly.

“Harry I… I’m gonna…”

She looked around them, worry on her face. If even one of them was out of the shower already, they could hear her when she finally popped around his fingers. And she knew she didn’t have the self control to stay quiet enough.

“I’m loud… I can’t…”

Harry shushed her, adjusting the way he was holding his weight so he could cover her mouth with the hand that wasn’t occupied.

“Come on now, darling. Let go for me. That’s it… right there…”

And she did, following his instructions exactly and biting down on his finger when she couldn’t get to her own lip to keep herself quiet. A muffled moan sounded lightly, but YN couldn’t find it in herself to care anymore. Harry was there, and he was all she was thinking about. His fingers, his hand, his face, his…

“YN, where are you?” she heard her mother call out from the other end of the boat just as she was coming down from her high.

She was panting, unable to put any words together, looking desperately at Harry instead.

“We’re just watching the sunset!”

Yeah… something like that.

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 4 - PART 6

#writing #bbf #yo

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cartmankisser · 1 year

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CARTMAN REQUEST! Cartman with a s/o who likes to wear his clothes headcanons, like his jacket and hat even if they are too big but that's what's appealing about them! Bonus if they indulge in his little fantasy of no one knowing who the Coon is and wearing shirts: "Who is the Coon" just for him lmao

THIS IS SO CUTE

-- eric feels... weird about you wearing his clothes. like?? you literally have your own?? tf? he just doesn't understand why you like it so much.

until he sees you in his shirt that he made to promote his super hero persona...

then omg his pride and ego is through the roof and he'll slowly start to warm up to you wearing his clothes

let's be honest he probably won't let you wear his main red jacket because?? he needs it. duh 😒. but he'll let you borrow any other clothes from him. as long as you don't ruin it or get it all dirty!!!! 🙄🙄

but he doesn't really care about it too much until one of his friends comment on it. then he gets weirdly defensive.

"uh yeah kyle. y/n is wearing my shirt. your partner never wants to wear your clothes? oh right... you don't even have one!!! 🙄"

he's a brat when he's flustered.. you shoulddddd probably get used to it

#follow okchijt NEOW 🤨🤨🤨#south park x reader #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader

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elbiotipo · 21 days

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it occurs to me that in space / sci-fi settings, ftl travel, "world of hats" worldbuilding, non-toxic alien biomes and universal translators are all (in part) tools to mitigate scale. so maybe an approach is just to reduce the scale of a setting? i feel everything could work okay restricted to one planet and its satellites

A single solar system does work for this, especially if you have collections of space habitats. The thing is that it's often our own solar system, and we already know all about it, so it gets boring. Unfortuantely Mars or Venus aren't that exciting, or rather, they are, but our own Solar System is too well known to us, we learn about it as kids after all, so there's not much room for new things here. They are also places very close to us, it's very likely we will see people on Mars and maybe more in our future. So it doesn't spark the excitement it could have.

One option is to make it a new star system, let's say the first expedition (or plural, expeditions) to get there and set up habitats, explore the life. You can get a lot of detail in a single star system, but for me the problem is that you eventually run out of weird worlds.

With an interstellar setting, you can indulge into worldbuilding on its most literal sense. You can create whole new planets and systems based on physical laws (or not), you can justify a lot of crazy things as space is so big that even the most unnusual things in a hard-science setting can be found somewhere. And you kinda want those planets with weird biomes and aliens. It's the same like setting up a novel in a very specific place and never going out of it, you can have a lot and lot of detail on it, but in my opinion at least, eventually you get bored of it. But if your character are going from place to place, that's more exciting for me. You want the good old strange new worlds, new life and new civilizations.

My setting Campoestela in fact started as a reaction to the current human-centric sci-fi settings (the one that most dissapointed me lately is Starfield but there are others) with only humans or only three or five other aliens. I wanted to go back to the space opera kind of feeling of going into a space bar and finding lots of different aliens. This is more fantasy at this point in regards to modern astrobiology, but much like fantasy, I'm willing to take the premises of it (easy FTL travel, lots of space civilizations) and see where they get me. It does get you a bit wild with the scale, yes, but that's part of the fun. Writing about a single planet, as fun as it can be (I've heard there's been a very successful movie series about it lately) just makes me feel constrained.

For more realistic settings, I'm sticking to what we know about our own Solar System, because yes, realistic space exploration in our current times is also exciting. I'm doing that in my Biopunks setting (set in the 22th century) and in a retro Cold War setting with the twist that Mars and Venus are actually full of life. But you get me, I want my space aliens, I want my strange new worlds. So I don't mind expanding the setting and instead trying to play with those tools.

#worldbuilding #science fiction

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bxrningembers · 27 days

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Sir Pentious Headcanons moved from my main blog.

Food questions for the Muse(s) 🍝 - Can you cook? If yes, when and how did you learn to cook? 💊 - Any food allergies? 🍛 - What’s your favourite kind of restaurant? Italian, Chinese, Greek, etc.?

🍝: No. Put it this way, Fizzaroli jokes about burning the milk, He’s actually done it. How this man managed to feed himself with out someone’s help is a mystery. This oddly does not apply to brewing tea and drinks.

💊: None.

🍛: Japanese or Spanish. Sorta a tie between the two.

🍑 - Favorite fruit, 🎵- Favorite song, 💤 - Do they like sleeping in or waking up early?

🍑: Apples.

🎵: Pretty much anything by Schubert. (And yes, he does know how to play).

💤: Like all snakes, Pentious enjoys his beauty sleep.

All the Little Things Meme

💐 - Favorite type of flower

🔎 - Random detail about them

👶 - As a kid, what were they like?

🍙 - Favorite snack

💀 - What are they afraid of?

💐: Jasmine vines, though he likes roses too.

🔎: Sir Pentious has multiple eyes on his body, including on his top hat. These eyes will always show his true feelings.

👶: As a child, Elaphe was a bit of a snobbish brat, being raised in a rich home. He didn’t have a lot of friends but desperately wanted them. He was the sort of kid that was secretly very sensitive but was a brat because he didn’t have any real friends, and his parents didn’t have time for him. So he tended to act out as a result.

🍙: Deviled Eggs. His love for eatting eggs didn’t start in Hell ether.

💀: Being alone. He made the Egg bois sentient for this reason.

Sexual headcanons & questions

4. what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

5. what are their most common turn-ons? 6. what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons? 10. do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

4. He’s a bit odd in that he doesn’t find a well-endowed female figure as appealing as someone with more modest curves. In men, he likes a man who is taller than him and more lanky in frame. Though being victorian, he is more discreet about his male attractions. He is an old romantic, so arousing situations are romantic scenes like fancy balls and strolls through his flower garden.

5. The touches to the base of his tail. Factually, this is where a snake’s peen is located hidden under a special scale. This is not the case for Pentious, but this area has the same level of sensitivity and arousal capability. I also mentioned that his head fin-hair is sensitivity, too. In a more mental sense, he is turned on by good manners, etiquette, and people with a strong will that don’t let hell or it’s environment change who they are. Propping him up and stroke his ego also turns him on.

6. Saving or helping him with no personal gain that he can see. Letting him dominate when you are the stronger/more powerful of the two.

10. Yes, to both. He isn’t above visiting a brothel or one of Valentinos’ many establishments to indulge in sexual pleasure if he really needs it. Usually, he will rub one out on his own, though.

14. how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed. 15. what is something they consider a kink of their own?

14. He is unused to it but unopposed to it. As a victorian era man, such permisuity and non-monogamy couplings were demonized. The fact that he IS a demon palpable to the idea and would be willing to try it with people he trusts.

15. Ovation. The man secretly wants a family, and it has developed into an egg kink. >,> Don’t judge him.

Bedtime meme

🌅 - Have they ever pulled an all-nighter? If so, what do they do to stay awake?

Sir Pentious

This is fairly frequent due to him either educating himself on technology or designing and building mechs and weapons. Pentious isn’t a big coffee person and will opt for strong black teas when he works into the night.

What non-sexual act of foreplay most turns them on?

His headfins (hair) are very delicate and sensitive to touch, so strokes to it feel very nice. You’re likely to get a delighted shiver out of him if you touch them.

💭 + food habits

Sir Pentious is very proper at the dinner table. No elbows on the table, takes his time to eat properly, that sort of thing. Basically manners at a big deal, and he takes them seriously. The only exception is with eggs. Something about his serpentine nature kicks in and overpowers his more logical side, and he will consume them in a more primal manner.

Sir Pentious, hc + Routine

As a Victorian era demon, Sir Pentious has a lot of habits that he has retained from that era. His morning routine is a fairly early morning where he grooms and dresses himself for the day, making sure his looks prime, proper, and presentable before even leaving his room. This is followed by a light breakfast with tea, usually a black tea with rose petals but rarely any sugar or milk in his dining room. He usually reads up on the usual news and gossip while having breakfast. Afterward, he tends to his dental hygiene and checking for early signs of mouth rot (a common issue that snakes encounter) and gets started with anything else he has planned for the day from there. His morning routine is pretty normal but also methodical. He always does things in this order each morning.

#sir pentious #ooc #Pentiousheadcanons

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↳◦This blog and account is super self-indulgent, as I will post and ramble about OC's, sonas, characters I love, etc;

↳◦I am currently a student and tend to forget tumblr exists, so this account may swing back and forth between being inactive and active a LOT.

↳◦No discussions of gore, or any NSFW content. I will respond slowly if I don't know you, and please don't spam my dms or my notifs!

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► RPG / Indie / Analog Horror

► Dating Sims

► Puzzle & Platformers

↳◦DnD (All things fantasy)

↳◦Cartoons / Animated Films

► Studio Ghibli

► Over The Garden Wall

► Gravity Falls

↳◦ Art (duh, im an art major)

► Surrealism

► Sculptures

► Romanticism

► Victorian / Gothic

► Ukiyo-e

↳◦ Editing

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↳ ◦Pokémon

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↳ ◦Mario

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↳ ◦ Creepypasta

↳ ◦The Arcana

↳ ◦Danganronpa (not the bad side of it)

↳ ◦MysMe

► Fandoms to expect fanart for:

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waheelawhisperer · 1 year

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Since I have OCs of my own, I'm curious, how do you go about making yours?

Oh God there are so many ways

Sometimes a stupid idea pops into my head and won't go away until I turn it into a story or character (FUCKING @norondor put Rhine Labs Arthurian Yuri into my brain and now I want to write about hot babe knights and beautiful courtly ladies kissing in secluded castle gardens, for example). This is how I got Greedy, a powerful and ancient dragon who is obsessed with VTubers.

Sometimes I just want to have adventures in the media I consume and come up with a character that lets me do that. In these instances, I typically start by making them someone I'd want to be (skills, personality, physical features, etc) and then decide to give them flaws so that they feel like people instead of strict wish fulfillment. Blatant self-indulgence is nice, but I would typically rather my characters have enough complexity to feel real. Feilan came about when I decided to just make an OC to project on instead of using poor Jaune for the purpose.

Sometimes I have an idea for a story, whether that be in terms of plot, setting, themes, and need characters to bring that to life. For Agara's story, which I still need a title for beyond "Hot Demon Lady Causes Problems On Purpose", I needed Calvin's life to be shitty enough that he'd be socially ostracized and more open to her manipulations, so I created a classist bully to make him miserable. In a lot of ways, this story is about how vulnerable, isolated young men can be groomed and radicalized and how dangerous that pipeline can be, wrapped up in a fantasy setting, so when I created Calvin, I made him the type of person who would be very susceptible to that kind of manipulation - low social status, unpopular with his peers, not particularly conventionally attractive or charismatic, lacking a useful support system, and desperate to change all that. I am not ashamed to admit that I drew on my own experiences here.

Other times I just have a cool idea for a character design that needs a story to go with it, which is how one of the characters of my high fantasy WIP came into being - I thought he was interesting and crafted a world around him.

Sometimes (a lot of the time), I am inspired by other media (fucking Arknights God damn it it keeps giving me brainworms) and create characters based on that. I saw a lovely art piece depicting Texas Arknights permanently removing Mostima from Exusiai's life in a fashion very in sync with her mafia roots and built a setting, plot, and group of characters from it (including a woman who is The Worst Bisexual Representation Ever but I'm pretty sure would also make tumblr sapphics feral on main).

Sometimes I am just horny and create Women I Think Are Hot.

In terms of the actual character creation process, I first identify what caused me to create the character (and thus what's already in place) and then go from there. Sometimes the design/role is already there and the template is already partially filled, but if I'm making a character from scratch, I start by figuring out what their purpose in the narrative is. With Feilan, I knew that the goal was at least in part to let me live out self-indulgent fantasies and have adventures in a world I found interesting (later on, he became my chew toy. This bad boy can fit so much trauma and comedic suffering in him), so I designed a character with physical features I had or wanted to have at the time: tall, built like a linebacker, attractive (but not too attractive. I wanted him to be good-looking, but not so hot women swoon when he walks in a room), deep voice, smart, compassionate, good at adapting on the fly, etc - and I will leave it up to you guys to figure out which traits I have and which ones I want. Then I figured out how I wanted him to dress. I was big into Jojo's Bizarre Adventure at the time and Jotaro's hat/coat combo has infected my brain ever since I first saw it, so I gave Feilan a cool hat and a long black coat. Since he was built on the Jaune self-insert template, I armed him with a sword and shield so I didn't have to modify too much.

Then it was time to figure out, more or less, what I wanted the plot to look like and what traits Feilan needed to have to make that happen. I kind of folded this together with the "give him flaws" stage because I needed those flaws to prevent a quick (and distinctly unsatisfying) resolution in either direction, so I made him good at thinking on his feet and outmaneuvering people (often half by accident or because they overestimate him) and able to plan effectively, but I also made him a bit of a hypocrite, prone to lashing out, self-centered, and afraid of facing the consequences of his own mistakes and then packed him full of some wonderful self-loathing.

The next step was deciding what themes I wanted to delve into. I knew the plot (roughly) of the first Feilan story and what it offered in terms of thematic exploration, so I decided to investigate masculinity, specifically through the lense of male isolation, male insecurity, male physical and emotional vulnerability, and male physical/emotional/sexual abuse. I realized this gave me a great vehicle to discuss masculinity in general, particularly toxic masculinity and what it means to be a man, so I gave Feilan daddy issues by creating Sten-Bjorn Varg (how do I do the symbol on top of the o on my phone someone help me), a Tough Manly Viking Man who has no idea what to do with a son that is very much not a Tough Manly Viking Man and picks a terrible strategy for dealing with that conundrum. I gave Feilan a set of beliefs about how a man Should Be (strong, stoic, doesn't need to ask for help) and started challenging those beliefs and breaking them down over the course of the story.

Then I considered the relationships I wanted him to have with others. I knew I wanted him to be close with Team RWBY, so I needed reasons they'd want to be around him. Being good-looking and not a dickbag is a good start, but if I wanted a real bond, I had to give him a little extra. I made him very laid-back and friendly and a good listener (and willing to cover for/go along with their shenanigans) so they'd be comfortable opening up to him and made him good at book learning so he could help Ruby with her schoolwork and otherwise serve as a mentor figure (and all this gave me the opportunity for delicious angst that fed into his self-esteem/self-loathing issues because every relationship he has is built on the lie that he deserves to be at Beacon).

Then it was time to just come up with the little things that made him feel like a person but weren't specifically plot-relevant. He has a sweet tooth and likes hot chocolate, he enjoys reading and playing video games but isn't a huge fan of watching TV, he's not particularly artistic, he enjoys exercise but not really fighting (outside of a spar. He doesn't get a thrill from it like Yang does) or the brutal training most of his mentors put him through, he doesn't really understand how to dress formally (or dress himself to best advantage in general), he's not very good at flirting or handling being flirted with, etc.

Meanwhile Bluebonnet came about because I thought the world needed more tall blonde big titty bisexual cowgirls with thick Texas accents and I was so right for that. I've been haphazardly slapping bits of characterization onto her like a clay figurine ever since. I started with her appearance, then moved to her personality and fighting style, and built a backstory from there.

Tl;dr there are a ton of ways I make an OC.

#feilan varg #bluebonnet mckiernan #agara

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explosionshark · 2 years

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Fuzziest guitar songs to stave off the mental eelness, please and thank you?

i was born to make this list

what might soothe you? by pity sex - feels like you're in love and it's bright out and you spread your arms wide to absorb the sunlight like a well tended house plant

glow by slow crush - feels like it's dark and you're moving fast. a car on an empty highway, or spinning on a merry-go-round in the park by your old school, or pedaling downhill on a bike too in love with the feel of the motion to be scared of falling

big train by pllush - feels like the summer days are endless and flat and you realize you need to call your friend back. it's been too long.

fruitcake by subsonic eye - feels like that cute girl at the farmer's market just gave you a deal on fresh nectarines and you want to ask your friends if they think it means anything

A.C.D (abcessive compulsive disorder) by nothing - feels like all the evil particles being blasted out of the folds in yr brain by sound waves. you're having a pity party on your best friend's living room floor, but they're indulging you

sore by lucid express - feels like you're on a bus or in an airport or someplace else that's usually crowded, but it is very early or very late and the mundane has been transformed into something otherworldly and beautiful

16 psyche by chelsea wolfe - feels like so, the goth girl you like is taken, and that's fine, you're getting over it, but sometimes you still slip into an idle romantic fantasy, like you're tonguing at a sore tooth

cool in motion by narrow head - feels like you're suddenly submerged in cold water and every cell in your body wakes up. you are alive and very, very sharp

operation by yuck - feels like it's summer, you've got your hat on backwards, and you're ready to fuckin' party

send the pain below by midwife - yes, this is a chevelle cover. listen, you have to trust me. feels like you're outside in the smoke area of the venue and the sun hasn't quite set yet and suddenly you start to come to terms with it all

spotify link

#shoegaze #i need a music tag i don't hate #thank u thank u thank u. ideal ask

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ragnarokhound · 9 months

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2, 7, 8, & 29 for the fic writer ask game pls?

Sure!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Oh gosh. There's so many good ones out there, and my favorite kind of trope use involves mashing a bunch of them together into a tasty stew - Only One Bed is a personal fave that I haven't really done yet lol, but OH. A groundhog day/timeloop fic. Gotta be one of my favorite kinds of character study/fix-it/whump all rolled into one. And the whole batfam in general are already the type of people to play events in their heads over and over trying to figure out what the Right thing would have been to do, how could they have been better...oh yeah. Highly effective psychological torture for them. Especially if there is no Right Answer to breaking the loop 8)

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The elements connect us,” Helaine says as she lays his hand on the surface of the pool. The ice-cold water is always a shock to him at first, and he is careful not to break the surface tension. “The fire warms us; the earth sustains us; the water,” here, her hand joins his on the water’s surface, “flows through us. Feel the blood in your veins, the beat of your pulse in your ears. It is the water of your life, and it has seen all you have seen, and more besides. Much more.” She drags her hand back toward her body at the edge of the pool, and Feldar, sitting opposite, mirrors her. As their fingers drag across the water, the ripples that form spread and merge and create ripples of their own. The water wavers and changes, and Feldar hears it, like a steady drum of war— his own pulse in his ears. He feels it down his arm and in the tips of each finger where they sit on the water, and watches as Gallant’s hooves thunder down a distant road, one he had never seen before, dark under the canopies of ancient trees filled with the webs of spiders. Then Gallant’s hooves pound in the distance, and he sits up from the dirt of the road and sees the knight on the black horse with no device on his shiny steel shield, and a ridiculous straw hat on his head. He is so hungry, and he may be trod underfoot and left to die in the dust, but he has seen no one else on the road for two days, and he is so hungry.

This snippet is from "like the ashes of ash (i saw eyes in the heat)" which is the second in a four part fanfic series I did for Sorcerer's Son by Phyllis Eisenstein. I had to invent the fandom tag for this book series, so check that one off the Ao3 bucket list! :')

I really enjoyed coming up with a structure for how the Seer magic worked; in the book it was left pretty opaque (on purpose lol) and sometimes would have more to do with intuition than anything resembling 'magic', which seemed sensible to me.

I wanted to paste more of this passage in because I'm really proud of the way this scene builds on itself, but it would have been way too long lol - the next four or five paragraphs all start with variations on "Then Gallant's hooves [action]" to indicate a new piece of the past and the future that Feldar is seeing in the pool, and it ends with Helaine explaining how using water to scry changes what and how you see. (Helaine is always shown using water to scry with in the book; I thought it would be more appropriate for his character that Feldar would scry with fire :) hence the naming schema for the series!)

Also, I love indulging in a stream of consciousness writing style, and the ethereal, out-of-body feeling of this scene was the perfect opportunity to make use of it lol

I have a big ol' soft spot for my Sorcerer's Son fics lol - they are for a fantasy book series I'm pretty sure only a handful of people have read - it is...okay! The books are okay. :) I read the first one a year or two ago and fell in love with the protagonists best friend, Feldar Sepwin, who becomes apprenticed to a seer, and promptly adopted him. I wrote the series both as a character study of him, and as a way to give him the boyfriend he deserves ;O;

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

uh. okay, the dialogue i'm Most proud of is actually from a WIP rn, and at a very spoilery moment fjdslafjsal so I will talk about the next runner up instead lol:

“Catch.” Babs’ hand flashes out to snatch the pill bottle out of the air with a short rattle, reflexes still Batwoman-sharp. It makes him angry in a low, burning sort of way, that constant thrum of rage at the Joker and everything he’s ever done flaring up with a vengeance. She still kicks ass, and she'd kill him if he ever implied otherwise, but— she shouldn’t be in that chair, just like how Jason shouldn’t have died. And the Joker shouldn’t be alive. But she is, and he did. And he still is. She squints at the label on the bottle, then turns her chair to face Jason with a smirk. “You know I have my own allergy meds, right?” Jason shrugs. “Never hurts to be prepared.” Even as he says it, her attention zeroes in on the dog keeping stride with him, and she leans down to hold out the back of her hand for a sniff. “Hey, there,” she says, voice pitching up the way people do when they want babies and animals to like them. Barf. The dog darts up to her, tongue hanging out, and lets her pet it. Its whippy tail wags back and forth as it whuffs excitedly in short, ecstatic barks, and Jason watches incredulously. This is nothing like how his first meeting with the dog went. Where’s the growling and the bared teeth, huh? He makes a face. “He sure warmed up to you quick.” “Jealous?” She asks him, smug. He scoffs. “No.” Yes. “You have the thing?” He asks impatiently. She grins, and pauses scritching the dog behind the ears to snag a USB off her desk. “Catch.” He makes it disappear, grunting his thanks. “I’ll be back later. Have fun with your new BFF.” Babs laughs at him, but then she says, "Hey." He stops where he'd been turning around, and the smile Babs shoots him is a little rye. "Thanks for doing all this. I know you have other shit going on that's important. I appreciate it." It settles his ruffled feathers a little, even if he won't admit it. He grunts. "Yeah, well. It's worth the blackmail material this’ll net me when the replacement's finally back. I'm gonna hold this over his head forever." She raises her eyebrows, amused. "He'll hate that." He grins toothily at her, a little mean. "That's what I'm counting on." When he leaves, he goes out through the roof.

Sit, Stay, Speak was full of little agonies for me as I worked on it lol, and one of those little agonies was Barbara. She was involved largely so that Jason had a reason to be in Tim's apartment and then be made to stay, and as someone for him to bounce off when he needed to talk about what he'd found. She gave him another viewpoint on Tim that he needed to fully grasp the enormity of what he was seeing.

But all that being said, I have gotten most of my understanding of the characters via other people's fic. Turns out, reading primarily JayTim does not afford a lot of opportunities to get to know Babs! Who knew!! So she was a fun challenge.

I like this exchange a lot because it was my opportunity to think about how and why Jason and Babs would be friends. I'm a really big fan of that for them - in my mind, Babs is similar to Tim in that she's more willing to bend some of Batman's rules. She's willing to work with people on the Big Picture, and that includes Jason even when he's not "playing nice". I think they both have that acerbic wit to fall back on, which would make their dish sessions absolutely SAVAGE lmao

This whole fic was an accident in a lot of ways, but more so than anything else, my secondary treatise on Jason & Barbara's friendship was the biggest accident of all! I had no idea we'd get here, and while it's not very long, I think this scene is kind of a microcosm of that exploration.

(Also one of my absolute favorite dialogue/narrative jokes is a direct contradiction from the narration of something a character just says. "No." Yes. Comedy gold.)

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

OH MAN OKAY there are so many talented folks out there dsalfjaj some fics that I love I would never WANT to write a sequel/prequel for if only because they already said what needed to be said lol and I always feel strange about piggybacking off of another author's ideas fjdslajf

but oh boy, this one fic I came across a couple weeks ago - Caves & Tunnels by Skalidra.

This fic is so delightful to me; just the rich magical world they imply with Jason and the tunnels under Gotham and Alfred and Bruce and the manor...there's a lot of unexplained supernatural elements, and it's never really touched on whether Bruce performs a similar role to Batman or not. Also Tim and Jason haven't kissed by the end of the story and I'm a romantic who yearns

So I think if I were to write something in this verse, it would be a sequel, and it would explore the beginning of Tim and Jason's relationship alongside Tim's first forays into the world of knowing about the supernatural. Skalidra gets away with a lot of scant explanations due to the nature of ending this fic right at the revelation point, haha - so it would be a lot of work! But it would be So Good OwO

Thanks for the questions! <33

#this was fun! I find it hard to point at any of my old stuff and say 'im proud of that'#because usually my favorite writing is the writing i'm doing right now lol #but I liked being given the opportunity to look back and do that #like yeah i've improved but also the work i did last year isn't terrible lmao #ladytauria #asked and answered #my writing #ask game

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Love Live! Sunshine!! Season 2: EP 9-13 Watchthrough

#9: "Awaken the Power"

Hell of a performance, one of the best in Sunshine so far.

ultimately, ruby's little arc here didn't really add any depth to her. and for all of her growing independent from her sister, it's ironic that their performance (i'm guessing partly metaphorical) still had to include their sisters and the other girls singing and dancing too.

speaking of that trio, look at how their colors match.

#10: "Finding a Way to Shine"

god, sunshine is BACK in full force after a slightly middling stretch. this is how you fucking do it.

Hell yeah, stand your ground, girl. Get that dough.

In the next Love Live entry, I'd want a girl a bit like Leah. Reclusive, a bit abrasive, a bit antisocial. You know, someone with a bit more of a bitter quality to them. I think that'd be a fun dynamic to add to the mix.

also, good on sunshine for actively using saint snow outside of being rivals.

three girlfriends. watching the sunset. really close to each other cause they are gay.

where are they even? i dunno, but it's pretty.

dia's pretty hairpins

I think one of the crazy good things (so many to choose from) about K-On (mainly S2+movie) is that it never really indulges in its own sappyness except like that one big episode and maybe the ending. It's otherwise almost never that sad. Sunshine managed to achieve that here.

Love Live, historically, (aka, imo) indulges far too much in its own melodrama, which completely butchered the original love live s2 ending for me, but they really achieved it here, and it reminded me of k-on. getting emotion out of you without getting too into it.

obviously, k-on isn't the only show that does it, but since sunshine, and love live overall, is very similar to k-on as a whole, the comparison is what naturally popped into my head. maybe unnecessary, but hey, that's what you get with me.

#11: "Uranohoshi Girls' High School"

i'm gonna miss these girls a lot

i didn't need these two holding hands tho. and no it's not just because i'm possessive about my ships, but i genuinely think that from a corporate perspective they're trying to give moments for everyone's OTPs and i'd rather they commit for the characters rather than the audience

hat said, besides that one moment, sunshine is doing a remarkably better job at ending things. original s2 ending felt so overdone and was such an obvious set up for the movie that they had to milk after the series became such a big hit, but this feels respectful.

i loved how we checked in on every character. Dia's fangirling, Ruby being a bit more courageous, Kanan and You entertaining the kids, Hanamaru trashing Yohane but still helping her indulge in her make believe, Mari being a bit more openly vulnerable than usual, etc.

i think one of the great things about Sunshine, compared to the original series, isn't just that them not being able to save the school is a more mature way of exploring the impermanence theme, but we also actually know just how much this school meant to the community here.

luckily we're getting a fantasy spin-off, so i'm seeing these girls shortly again in one way or another, but it still won't be the same once i finish it tomorrow.

#12: "Sea of Light"

what do you know, turns out sunshine manages to avoid over-indulging itself in its own pathos unlike the original series. i've had some quibbles with season 2 of sunshine, but it's ending things remarkably well.

i really feel the need to stress how SO MUCH of the reason the impending ending works so much better here is because of Chika and her struggles. Honoka felt like a caricature in comparison, it's insane how good Chika has done the narrative here.

instead of all the crying and songs, we get a melancholic but not overbearing penultimate episode. hopefully the actual finale keeps that up as well. i have reason to think so, but the s1 finale didn't quite frankly.

#13: "Our Own Shine"

aww, we get to see all the outfits they've ever worn for each of their concerts and their respective locations for the final performance.

the song very much reminds me of the final song from the original love live movie, and both are coincidentally my favourite songs from each respective series. altho it makes me curious what the sunshine movie has in store.

happy for her

and ofc they performed the opening at love live. it was such a cool twist in the original series that i don't mind that they reuse it.

oh my god they confirmed my poly headcanon. chika has confessed to riko and vice versa, you has confessed to chika and vice versa, and now you and riko have confessed to each other. wish we got more of this this season.

i mean, that was just a great finale, i thought.

lots of great callbacks, like yohane falling out of the tree. lots of small emotional moments like the grafitti, our first years closing their club room door together, all of them closing the school gate together, chika walking through the abandoned building hearing the past

it didn't feel right to take the movie directly afterwards so i'm gonna do that tomorrow, but safe to say that the staff seems to have learned from the original series where they put in like three performances after each other, lots of crying, and then a cliffhanger for the movie

sunshine's movie will basically just be a victory lap for the series, spending some fun time with the characters again, and honestly i can do with that instead of more pathos cause i think we did everything we could here and i'm happy. keep the low-key tone going.

Overall Thoughts:

Love Live Sunshine!! Season 2 was really good. The comedy is very sharp and the cast as delightful as ever. I think this season wasn't as supremely structured as S1, plus some subplots and cross-ship contamination were less to my liking, but no major drawbacks. Ended well.

#love live #love live sunshine #Love Live! Sunshine!!#Chika Takami #Riko Sakurauchi #You Watanabe #Yoshiko Yohane Tsushima #yoshiko tsushima #yohane #Hanamaru Kunikida #Ruby Kurosawa #Dia Kurosawa #Mari Ohara #Kanan Matsuura #8/10 #watchthrough

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Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 17

Chapter 16: https://at.tumblr.com/flyingflosser09/cursed-armando-salazar-x-oc-chapter-16/x7jnf9wd3cca

I awaken more rested than ever. There is no telling what time it is but judging by the silent thudding of feet on the main deck outside, I figure I must still be in time for sword practice with Magda – also considering he hasn’t kicked down the door to drag me out of bed yet.

As I throw on the cabin boy clothes I usually train in, my thoughts travel back to the previous evening and its events. My lips tingle at the memory of kissing Armando and feeling him fully return it. I was so certain he’d reject me, push me away and flee the cabin before I could explain myself.

Well, he did try to flee, but I assume it was out of doubt and fear. I wonder if he’d gone far if I hadn’t held on to him. Would he have stopped at the door as the last of his self-control crumbled?

Nevertheless, I braved the stormy waters and made the first move and indulged in some intimate pleasures as well. His hands worked so marvelously last night, it’s like I can feel the ghosts of them still exploring my skin, trailing downward to their desired destination…

Shivers run down my spine as I’m filled with fantasies of things I want with Armando. I wanted to touch him all over, worship every inch of cursed skin until he felt human again. My heart forgets to beat as the next fantasy invades my thoughts – then I want to guide his hands over my body, allow him to touch and take whatever he wished. I want to give myself to him in every manner possible until he had no other choice but to drown in the love and passion I offer.

For years he was broken, driven by rage and revenge, touch-starved, and unloved. And I wish to fill every crack and scar on him with as much love I can give.

At last, I’m dressed and ready to train. However, the giddiness of last night and our courtship fogs my head, making it impossible to focus on anything Magda is saying.

“Honestamente, señorita,” the officer signs after half an hour of just prancing around, “What is the matter with you today?”

Smiling brightly, I counter his question innocently, “Whatever do you mean, Officer Magda? I am perfectly focused as you can see.”

“Focused?” he huffs dryly, “I nearly took your hand off thrice now. Unless you are focused on losing a limb, I’d say you’re distracted.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” I wave it off and twirl my sword in my hand, dreamily thinking of this coming evening and how I would ‘summon’ Armando back to the great cabin. My soul craves his company and presence more than ever and just thinking of him, fills me with unbridled giddiness.

Magda can only shake his head, too confused by my behavior than annoyed. “Yesterday you managed to outsmart me at my own game. Now look at you, prancing around like a señora in love –” he pauses when his eyes lock on the ring on my finger. His expression drops in perfect shock. “…oh, mierda.”

Lowering my sword, I gaze upon the ring for what felt like the hundredth time this morning. It’s charred beyond recognition, there is no way of telling if the band is made of gold or silver, if it possesses a ruby or diamond. Armando promised to buy me a proper ring once the curse is broken, but I couldn’t care less. It’s his ring on my finger, and I treasure it with all my heart.

It's as if Magda’s shock infected the entire crew. A small group of officers crowd around us, all staring at the tiny object on my finger with ghostly awe and recognition.

At last, Santos steps to the front and removes in hat slowly to press it to his chest. “Is that…” his mouth opens and closes as if he doesn’t know how to ask the question on his lips.

Deciding to end their wondering thoughts, I nod with a smile, confessing what they are thinking: I am a courted woman now.

…

“Santa María,” Santos breathes before uttering a ghostly laugh. He can’t stop staring at the ring – his Capitán’s ring – on Samira’s finger. It’s too big to fit on her ring finger so she wears it on her second one, but still, the message is clear: she accepted a courtship.

Not just any courtship; their Capitán’s courtship.

That realization must have sunk in as the rest of the crew begins muttering in jollity. There is a ghostly excitement about the Silent Mary, something none of them felt in decades. They all think the same thing: Capitán Salazar must believe the curse will be broken soon, otherwise he would not have made such an impactful decision.

But just as they started celebrating, silence befell them once more as they stare at Samira in quiet contemplation. This time, it’s impossible to tell what they’re thinking.

Santos swallows dryly before daring to ask what everyone is wondering about, “Samira, do you…love the Capitán?”

It’s been so long since he said the word ‘love’, it sounded foreign on his tongue. The crew has been emptied of that emotion ever since the curse befell them, it is nearly impossible to believe the Capitán feels so much of it to court her. Even more, how could she ever fall in love with anyone of them? Look at them, littered with cracks and dripping black slime in her living presence. She should be disgusted by them.

Samira looks him dead in the eye as she nods. “I love the Capitán very much, as I do the rest of you.”

Moss’ jaw slacks and Magda huffs in disbelief. She can never love them, no one can. Not while the curse is active and, even after that… they have done horrific things. They killed so many men – pirates – that were unarmed and begging for mercy. Even he felt there was no redemption for that.

“I’m not lying, Officer Magda. I care about each man on this ship dearly.” Samira says when she notices his skepticism. “You were once good men, and you still are. Do not let this curse determine your worth.”

“Be it as it may, señorita, you have no knowledge what horrific things we did in the past,” Magda says solemnly, hanging his head low in shame.

“I do not care for the past,” says Samira in a beat, “The ocean doesn’t linger on the ships it sank yesterday. It continues its course, free of regret and what ifs. You must do the same.” She places a warm hand on his shoulder and offers him a sincere smile. “I promise to help break this curse any way I can, and once you’re all free, you can start your mortal life anew. No regrets, no what ifs.”

…

It breaks my heart to see them so regretful of the past. One would think that, after twenty-five years, they’d forget what they did and the lives they took before the curse. I can imagine, although believing it was for a good cause, the deaths they inflicted on pirates weren’t always pure. Some were cruel and merciless – I’d expect nothing less of Armando Salazar, who so proudly carried the title El Matador Del Mar, the Butcher of the Sea.

Yes, the ocean doesn’t linger on the lives it claimed, but it did remember the monsters it created. I don’t believe Armando to be a monster, he was doing what he believed he was called to do. I wasn’t there to witness the extent of his torture upon the pirates, but I also know better to dwell on it now. He’s a changed man, although dead. I can hardly wait to see him mortal again, to see him making better choices and change his way of cleansing the ocean. There are better ways to get rid of the pirates than killing them in cold blood.

To my relief, Magda looks up and into my eyes. He nods silently as if promising he will do better, he will be better once he’s mortal. The others copy him, making their own vows for when the curse is broken.

They’ve been envisioning their revenge for years; I doubt they ever thought of what will happen after they killed the Sparrow. Will they return to Spain to serve under the current king? Will they seek out what’s left of their families? Will they attempt starting new lives with new people? Are they good enough to deserve such a life?

Before my heart could break again, I put on a bright smile as an idea comes to mind. “How about another storm? It’s been a while since I felt the wind in my hair. What do you say?”

Like one man, the crew cheers. Taking that as a yes, I excitedly climb the steps to the helm to prepare to call up a storm.

It wasn’t long before Lesaro also came floating from underneath the ship. Santos and Moss took it upon themselves to fetch him from whatever he’s been doing, excited to have him behind the wheel.

However, no one expected Capitán Salazar to follow him out, also curious about the excitement on deck.

I pause with my hands mid-air on my way of summoning a gust of wind. Armando looks up to me at the helm and my heart misses a beat when our eyes meet. The last time I called up a storm, he reprimanded me for distracting his crew. I’m not sure how he will react now that we’re courted…

Armando makes his way up the stairs toward me. My heart beats in my throat once we’re face to face, golden eyes locking with mine and searching my soul. Then they land on his ring on my finger, and I detect the smallest upturn of his mouth corners. I know what he thinks: I’m wearing his ring for everyone to see. Armando looks over to his crew and can easily tell they already know. There is a silent anticipation about the Mary, one that can only come from joy and excitement.

Feeling the need to break the silence, I charmingly ask, “Permission to call up a storm, Capitán?”

The sultry edge I add to his title revert his gaze back to me. Gold swirls in his eyes, causing me to blush deep red. Then he does the unexpected – he places a hand on my waist and pulls me flush against his side for everyone to see.

To Lesaro, Armando says, “Take the wheel, Lieutenant.” And then to me, “Call up your storm, el mía, do not hold back.”

I have never been filled with more confidence than this moment. With Armando’s approval, I raise both hands toward the fogged darkness, feeling for the smallest current in either air or water.

Before I could get a definite hold on anything, I detect the trifling waves rocking against the Mary. Frowning, I try following them to see where they originate from. Those aren’t my waves.

However, there isn’t time to wonder what’s making the waves. The next thing I know, an invisible force shakes the Silent Mary, throwing me off balance and against Armando. The tip of one of the taller rocks break off with an ear-splitting crack and drops into the dark water below with a behemoth splash.

With that rock out of the way, I squint my eyes at the blinding light shining through the thick fog. And that was only the beginning, it seems. The rest of the cave starts to crumble and falls into itself, allowing more and more light to seep in.

I watch in awe as blue sky comes into view between the gaps in the fog. Once the rocks that stranded the Mary crumbled as well, it heaves to the side and is now floating for the first time in two and a half decades. All this time, I clung to Armando as the world around us gives away.

Armando looks down at me with wide eyes. “Are you doing this?”

“No,” I shake my head wide-eyed, also shocked with what I’ve just witnessed. “This isn’t me…”

“Then it can only mean…” he trails off as we all take in the splendor of our surroundings.

“Capitán, what’s happening?” Lesaro asks from the wheel, one eye blinking in perfect confusion.

“Jack Sparrow,” Armando says as he watches the last remaining fog clears, “Jack Sparrow has given up the compass.”

The cave has completely crumbled away, and the Mary now sails upon the vast open waters of the ocean. The Devil’s Triangle is no more; we are free.

“Daylight… daylight!” Santos breathes and calls at once, disbelieving of what he sees. Every officer on this ship is beholding the blue sky and the diamond-reflecting waters of the ocean. None of them can believe it, none of them can get enough of the vast blueness around them. After only seeing darkness for twenty-five years, they’re finally seeing color.

“We’re free!” Lesaro calls loudly as every officer burst out in celebration.

Armando lets me go briefly to cast his gaze to the sky, closing his eyes as the sun shines on his face. I can see him more clearly now than ever. His pale skin reflects grey in the sunlight, the cracks appearing more prominent than they do in the dim light of my lanterns. He lets out a laugh and smiles, imagining the warmth of the sun seeping into him and warming his dead soul.

He then turns to me and stills.

My smile falters when all he can do for a moment is regard me with a turmoil of emotions in those golden eyes. I’m briefly worried that now, free of the Triangle, he would revert to his vengeful plans to hunt Jack Sparrow and forget about the evening we spent together. What if our promises of courtship were only a heat of the moment arrangement? Would I mean as much to him free as I did while trapped?

But all traces of doubt are erased from my thoughts when he takes one powerful stride towards me. With firm yet gentle movements, he pulls me flush against him and caress my face with the other hand. And before I could point out that we’re not in the privacy of his cabin, he claims my lips in front of the entire crew on the deck, kissing me with ardent passion as a semi-free man.

When he pulls back, he is smiling, genuinely smiling at me, and says, “We are one step closer to true freedom, mi corazón. It seems you don’t have to wait so long, after all.”

“Then let’s get to it,” I urge him on with a grin, “Ready to break the rest of the curse?”

He chuckles and nods, “It’s time to hunt a pirate.”

#armando salazar #armando #salazar #pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales #pirates of the caribbean #potc dmtnt #potc #dmtnt #jack sparrow #henry turner

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