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Every single just rolled with it is like
Bizly: I’m rolling the d4… it’s condi!
*5 min conversation about how it’s always condi*
Condi: welcome back to just rolled with it the show after the show where we talk about the show. Today we’re talking about .. what episode is it?
*2 min conversation about the previous episode before they realise*
Grizzly: so what are your thoughts on the episode?
*5 min conversation about a silly bit from the end of the episode*
Grizzly: lets start from the beginning
Bizly: what even happened
*charlie pulls out notes*
*10 min conversation about episode which leads to long tangent*
*bizly and Charlie start doing a bit*
Grizzly: guys am I annoying be honest
Condi: that’s all the time we have for today. I need to shit
Charlie: squirt you later
#jrwi#jrwi show#just roll with it#just rolled with it#always this and yet I eat it up every time#ceej original
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stream Nobody by Hozier !!!!!!
@transfaulkner's Spy OC, Pascal, and @cjsees's Sniper OC having a lovely ole time :]
Have I mentioned how normal I am about them
#art cabinet#OC art#digital art#tf2 OC#Original character#OC#Artwork#art#sketch#HI HI IF YOU'RE READING THIS CEEJ OR LEO. I'M CRAZY ABOUT YOU GUYS. YOU'RE SO EXTREMELY AWESOME.#One Hit Wonders
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Summary:
Five years ish, post-canon. Their log-pose led them to a serene, yet wild, island in some corner of the New World. Upon disembarking the Victoria Punk, everyone from the Captain through the crew starts acting strange, saying things they'd normally never say, or think. All - except Pascha. No one remembers her, or really cares about why she's there with them on the island. But Pascha cares, and she's gonna make her crew care again, too. Kidd Pirates with minor roles or cameos: Noe, Oscar, Mosh, Dive, Quincy, Ema, Heat, UK, Bubblegum, Wire, Hip, Killer,
M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gen, Complete.
18k+ words.
Fic inspired by @magnuspirate 's Pascha, in a striking fight scene with Eustass Kidd. Deep thanks to Magnus for allowing me to dabble! :D
Also borrowed the names "Noe," "Oscar," and "Haikei" -- all canon, initially unnamed, characters that were given life and personality from Ceej @ask-bolthead-crew. They have great life over on Magnus' blog as well.
Further AO3 tags (potentially spoilers/hints) below the cut:
Post-Canon, Canon Related, Canon-Typical Violence, Action/Adventure, Action,
Memory Alteration, False Memories, Original Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit,
POV Female Character, POV Third Person, Original Character(s),
Major Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s), Minor Canonical Character(s),
Original Character Death(s), Minor Character Death, Antagonist Death, Skeletons, Death,
Friendship, Based on a Tumblr Post, Loyalty, Cussing, Platonic Cuddling,
#op#one piece#icyfic#fic#ao3#Eustass Kid#Eustass Kidd#Kidd Pirates#Killer#Noe#Haikei#Mosh#Hawk#fanfic#op fanfic
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hello ceej 🥰 how are you today? would you rather travel forward in time or backward?
lots of factors to this one. can I get back to my original timeline? am I embodying my past or future self, or am I a separate being to the one that exist at that time? is this a one time occurrence? is there a limit to how far forward or back I can go?
anyway idk which would you do
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Remastered Music Under CeeJ List
I got some likes on one of my old music posts and decided, I really need to redo that master list. So right now I'll have it linked to the original tumblr posts, but also youtube posts. The Youtube post have the added bonus of illustrations or even sometimes the actual recording of me on stage, depending on where the audio came from. And the ones that just have youtube posts, will eventually get their own tumblr posts. Trying to decide if I should redo the old tumblr posts? I don't like the lack of volume control on tumblr. I dunno, we'll see...
Gonna put the Newer Recordings up First, because they're better:
"My Frankenstien" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) from DeadEnd: Paranormal Park - Home Recording Setup
"Monster" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) from Adventure Time - Home Recording Setup
"I'm the Bad Guy" (On Tumblr)-(Not Currently on Youtube) From Wonder Over Yonder - Home Recording Test (I might rerecord this one)
"Little Monster" (on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) by Royal Blood - Karaoke Recording
"Sex and Candy" (On Tumblr)-(Currently not on Youtube) Marcy’s Playground - Karaoke Recording
"Supertime" (On Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Little Shop of Horrors - Security Cam Recording
"Time Warp" (On Tumblr)-(On Youtube) The Rocky Horror Show - Security Cam Recording
"I Know You Don’t Love Me" (On Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Caro Emerald / Lana DelRey - Fund Raiser
"Dream A Little Dream" (On Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Mama Cass Eliot - Fund Raiser
"Feed Me/Go Git It" (On Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Little Shop of Horrors - Security Cam Recording
"Suddenly Seymour" (on Tumblr)- Little Shop of Horrors - Karaoke ft. Preston (not from the show I was in) - This one isn't going to have a Youtube version.
"Sominex / Suppertime Reprise" (On Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Little Shop of Horrors - Security Cam Recording
"Be my Girl" (On Tumblr)-(Not Currently on Youtube) Jet - Karaoke Recording
"Science Fiction Double Feature" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Rocky Horror Show - Security Cam Recording
"Science Fiction Reprise" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Rocky Horror Show - Security Cam Recording
"Do you Wanna Touch?" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Karaoke Recording
"Hot Patootie" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Rocky Horror Show - Security Cam recording (2012, first stage show and it’s not that great of quality)
"Spaceship/Time Warp Reprise" (Not Currently on Tumblr)-(On Youtube) Rocky Horror Show - Security Cam Recording
Maybe coming Soon?:
No Matter What - Badfinger - Karaoke Recording
I have a list of songs I'd like to record on my set up, but I'm open to music suggestions as well.
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My interpretations of the Kid Pirates as cats! Including @ceejindeed‘s bois Haikei n Oscar bc I love them uwu
#my art#cats#one piece#Kid Pirates#Eustass Kid#Killer#Heat#Wire#Haikei#Oscar#ceejindeed#ceej I'm in love with haikei/ mikey I'll have you know#I'm excited to see what you have planned for them#This all started bc of a tweet#originally drew Haekei and was like#gotta draw em all now#this is a thing I do though for all my fandoms#turn people into various Breeds/ Types of cats bc it's FUN
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DELILAH IRIS JOHANSEN
or DIJ
Is the name of @ceejles character when I drew her in my manga diary
#original character#original art#original#original story#original fiction#Original character#my ocs#not my oc#ceejles#ceejurs#ceej#ceejay
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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas
Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World
Day 9 : Disco Santa Dance
Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World Ch13
Summary: On his second Christmas Eve, you attempt to introduce CJ to ‘Santa’ again, and it doesn’t really work out...
Pairing: Paul Diskant (Street Kings) x Rock ‘N’ Roll People Reader
Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)
W/C: 5k
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.
25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Rock N Roll People Masterlist
Day 8: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)
RnR Chapter 12
"Come on Paul, we are supposed to be at your parents by five thirty. It's near that now!"
“Sugar, relax!” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen, CJ in his arms, “we were just checking we had everything, right buddy?”
"Yes." His mini me replied. It was the newest word to his vocabulary, making the grand total five. Mama, Dada, no, Wood (short for Woody) and yes.
“And do we have everything?” You smiled, holding out your arms and Paul passed your nineteen month old over.
"Yep, Woody is fed, packages are in the car and the bag is full of diapers and milk."
“Okay then,” you looked at CJ, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “shall we go see Nanny and Grumpy?”
CJ clapped his hands as he was dressed in his Christmas Eve best. His little denims with his Vans like his Daddy's and little collard shirt. He looked like such a little man, it was sweet. You placed him back on the floor, slipped his sweater over his head and fixed his styled little hairs, a dirty shade of blonde like his Daddy’s had been at that age, and picked him back up for the car.
“No!” He wiggled in your arms, kicking his little legs.
“You wanna walk?”
“Yes.”
"Okay, hold my hand," you bent at the waist and sighed as a little hand curled around your fingers.
“Wood!” He yelled, pulling you over to where his faithful best friend was busy hoovering up the stray kibble which lay around his bowl.
"No, bub, he's staying home tonight, you'll see him in the morning, when you wake up." Disco told CJ as he walked passed the two of you. "This way, pal."
CJ looked up at his dad. “Wood?” He pointed at the dog, and you saw his lip beginning to wobble.
"Paul, get his leash," you sighed. "Come on, boy."
Paul groaned, “Sugar, we’re gonna be back later tonight, it’s not-“ He fell silent at the look on your face and threw his head back, looking at the ceiling. “Fine.”
It was near quarter past six when you finally arrived at Big Jim and Dotty's, flustered at being late, CJ hungry and Paul grumbling. Woody wouldn't settle the entire ride, wired from the excitement of the adventure and it shot Disco’s nerves high.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologised to Dotty as you bustled in, “we had a potential meltdown on our hands!”
“Don’t worry!” She laughed, kissing your cheek, “it’s fine. I remember both Junior and Paul at this age very well!”
"It's tough," you chuckled with a stressed sigh.
At that point, Woody pushed his way into the house, trotting straight up the familiar hall.
“Hi, Woody!” Dotty watched him, smirking a little.
“Yeah, someone demanded we bring him.” Paul gestured to CJ who was perched on his hip, pacifier in his mouth.
"Good thing you did then," Dotty reached out for her grandson. "Come see Nanna."
“Yes!” Ceej chuckled, voice muffled a little as he held out his arms.
Dotty kissed his cheek multiple times as she carried him in where Grumpy waited. Paul took the moment to love on you.
"Relax, Sugar," he nuzzled behind your ear, pressing his lips to your hairline. "Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?"
You sighed, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss, “one day we’ll make it outta the house on time.”
“Does Mom look like she gives a shit? She’s just happy to see us. Either that or she’s just super buzzed about the fact they fly to Mexico in the morning.”
"Probably both," you replied with a pop of your shoulder.
"Yep," he winked. "Now, let's go relax with some drinks and watch as our son for the next couple of hours wreaks havoc on my parents. Then later, I'm gonna get you home and show you what's in your stocking."
At that you laughed, “Jesus.”
"What?" Paul frowned.
“You, you’re a damned corny asshole at times.”
"But you love me for it, besides, I wanna put a baby in you again."
"Okay, out we go, let's go, Stud."
You couldn't help but giggle as you pushed him into the family room. You'd come off your pills three months ago, figuring since it took as long as it did to get Connor, you weren't wasting time with your next. You were ready, mostly. Work hadn't held the same excitement it used to for you anymore and it was growing more and more dangerous by the weeks. People were out in out just crazy at times. You and Paul had talked about it, talked about how this wasn't smart, having two on the force with a young child. And you were in more active situations that he was these days. There was a big decision to be made, as to whether you took a more backstage role within the force or quit all together, but you’d both agreed you’d hold fire for the time being and see what the near future held.
Big Jim greeted you with a one armed hug as CJ was held in his other, busy fiddling with the buttons on his ‘Grumpy’s’ shirt collar.
“Y/N, honey, what can I get you to drink?” Dotty looked at you.
“I’ll just have a water, I’m driving.”
“She’ll have a glass of champagne.” Paul shook his head.
“Disco…”
“We’ll get a lift home.”
“No Uber is gonna take a dog, certainly not as big as him.” You looked at Paul who winked.
“Didn’t say Uber,” he grinned. “Barnes is on shift, and he owes me. Again. It’s sorted, just enjoy. We can get the car in a few days when we need it.”
"Champagne it is then, thank you," you sighed softly with a shake of your head.
Drinks were served, you sat next to Paul with CJ in his chair beside you, Dotty on his other side and all chatted away. A large roast dinner was served with all the fixings and sides, trimmings never lacking in the Diskant house. CJ was happily content in his high chair while picking away at his diced foods on the platter, you having tore his sweater and collard shirt off him, so it was neat for his surprise later.
“So, your parents are at yours for dinner tomorrow?” Dotty looked at you as Jim topped up your glass.
You nodded, “yeah, in the afternoon. We got the morning alone for the three of us. Well, four.” Your eyes flicked to Woody who was busy chewing at a large treat bone which Dotty had produced for him.
Dotty laughed, "good, were going to miss you guys, but so excited to head out for something as nice as this, this year."
“Abandoning your son and grandson on Christmas.” Paul sighed dramatically.
“Piss off.” Jim spluttered.
“Jim!” Dotty chastised him as Paul snorted with laughter, “there are little ears at the table!”
"Off."
All eyes turned to CJ as he grinned and slammed his hand on the table of his high chair. “Off!”
"Good one, Jim." Dot scolded.
Jim looked a little sheepish as Paul was positively shaking with silent laughter.
"Let's get him cleaned up, and you, sir, can go change into your suit," Dot grumbled as you fiddled with the high chair. "Paul, you can clear the table, since you seem to think this was hilarious," she added.
“Me?” Paul blinked at his mom. “That’s… oh come on!”
"Now." Dot raised her brow.
You smirked. You and Dot were the only two women in his life that could sass him around like he was still ten.
“Yes!” CJ cackled as you lifted him out of his chair. “Mama!”
The three of you headed up to the smaller guest room, which was now CJ’s room for when he had sleep overs.
“You know, I keep forgetting we really don’t need to bring a load of stuff with us when we come over.” You chuckled as you sat him on the changing table.
“Force of habit, honey!” Dotty laughed, grabbing the pack of baby wipes.
CJ sat and let his Nanna clean him up, not once protesting like he did when you or Paul tried to clean his hands or face.
"You're Nanna’s boy aren't you," you sighed. "Always good for Nanna." You paused, "All this here, It's nice though," you smiled. "Thank you for dinner.
“No need to thank me, we love having you guys over. Don’t we, Connor?” Dotty beamed.
“Yes!” He grinned, clapping his hands.
You laughed as did Dot.
“It won’t last.” She looked at you. “Paul was a nannas boy too. Until he was about 4 and then he was just a terror for everyone.”
"God help me!" You whined. "Near two is tough."
You dressed him back up and Nanna carried him back down to the living room where Paul was waiting after clearing the table. Big Jim hadn't returned yet and while you knew what was coming, you were excited to see how it was going to go.
“Dadda!” CJ pointed at Paul as soon as he spotted him.
“Clever boy.” Paul grinned, “who’s that?” He pointed to you.
“Mama.”
“And that?”
CJ blinked as he looked up at Dotty.
"Yes!"
“Worth a try,” Paul shrugged as you placed Ceej down.
"He'll get it,” Dotty waved a hand, “Junior barely uttered a word until two. You started and wouldn’t stop."
"Nothing’s changed." You snorted.
Then suddenly you heard the faint jingle of bells coming from upstairs. A rustle here a loud step there, and then you heard it.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!"
CJ instantly snapped his head up, eyes looking at the ceiling before he turned to you, then Paul.
You playfully gasped, "Ceej, who is that? Do you hear it?"
His eyes widened even more as the bells and steps got louder. “Merry Christmas!” Boomed the deep voice, as heavy foot falls clattered down the stairs.
At first Connor ran to Paul and tried climbing in his lap while Dotty took all the pictures she could, urging you along to join Paul. You moved over to where he was sat, dropping onto the sofa next to him as Paul lifted CJ onto his knee.
“Dadda?” He asked quietly, his eyes looking at Paul.
Paul pressed a kiss to his head, “who is it Ceej?”
Ceej blinked, before he jumped a little as another loud, booming laugh rang round the room and a huge frame filled the doorway.
"Oh my gosh, it's Santa!" You said cheerily.
CJ looked at the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in Big Jim’s Santa Outfit, his granddad unrecognisable with his face and hair hidden by a fake beard and hat.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!"
And then, to your dismay, CJ screamed and began to cry, just like he had the previous year when you’d taken him to meet Santa at the Mall.
"No, Dadda no!" He reached up, his arms gripping at Paul as he buried his face into his daddy’s neck, loud wails of distress erupting from him.
Paul's arms wrapped tightly around his son, comforting him as he toddler pressed further into his neck and then a roar of a wail came from Big Jim as Woody, ever the loyal dog, bit your father in law right in his ass.
“What the hell!”
You shot up, clicking your fingers and Woody trotted over, sitting down in front of Paul and CJ, ears pricking forward.
“Well, this didn’t go quite as we planned, did it?” Dotty deadpanned.
There was a pause, and Paul erupted once more into laughter as he soothed CJ. “Hey, buddy, come on, it’s Santa. He’s come to say hi!”
"No! No!"
You glanced at Big Jim, who’s eyes were shot with dismay. “Hey, fella, look…” he hastily pulled his beard down and whipped off his hat, “it’s just me, big guy.”
Paul had to coax him a little further. "Ceej, look, it's just Grumpy."
Connor gave a little hiccup as he turned his head, his cheek still resting on Paul’s shoulder, his eyes which were still leaking tears fixed on his granddad. He frowned and sat up.
“No, ‘Umpy!”
"Well, that's seven words," you sighed and rubbed his back.
"I guess we'll try again next year, go change Jim. Let them calm him down." Dotty looked at him.
At that, CJ moved a little, wriggling and Paul helped him down. He took a tentative step forward, his hand curling into the fur at the back of Woody’s neck. “Umpy?”’he asked again, his voice quiet.
Big Jim stopped walking and turned on his heel, kneeling down to see his grandson. "Hey, pal.”
CJ gave a sniff before he grinned and toddled over as fast as he could into his granddad’s arms.
Big Jim's eyes welled and he grinned, "hey, buddy, all better." He stood with the child in his arms and hugged him close. "I love you, monkey."
CJ reached out and grabbed at the fake beard, studying it as it filled the space between his little fingers. Then, he moved it pushing it back over Jim’s face. He blinked and then cackled with laughter.
You looked at Paul, who gave a shrug as he chuckled, "fickle little monkey."
Once the dramatics of the evening were over, CJ opened his presents with fervor, brilliantly excited for his electric police jeep and other toys. By the time ten in the evening rolled round he was flat out, asleep under a blanket on the sofa. His head resting on your lap.
"Let's get him home, huh, Sugar?"
You looked at Paul and nodded. Paul reached into his pocket and quickly fired a message to Barnes. Fifteen minutes later he was outside. You tilted CJ's little head up so Paul could pick him up and you could get up from the couch. With whispered goodbyes and safe travels, your little family departed your in-laws and headed home.
Barnes came in for a quick beer as you assured Paul you could manage easily, seeing as CJ had already bathed and changed into his new jammies at Dot and Jim’s. You kissed his head as you tucked him into his little toddler bed, pulling the safety rail up at the side. Woody took up his preferred spot at the end of the bed on his cushion and you left him there, knowing full well when you went to bed he would follow you and sleep in his basket at the foot of your own.
Leaving the door open a crack, so Woody could get out if he so wished, you headed downstairs into the kitchen were Barnes and Paul were sat at the stools round the island.
The three of you chatted for a little while until you bid your friend goodnight and Paul shut the front door, locking it behind you. Then, you set to it, grabbing CJ’s wrapped gifts and laying them in a pile by the big bay window of your living room.
As you stood and looked at the handy work of your own doing, you sighed contently. Then two strong arms wrapped themselves around you and soft lips pressed into the joint of your jaw.
"Merry Christmas, Sugar," that baritone whispered in your ear.
You smiled and turned in his arms, “Merry Christmas, Stud. I love you.”
"I love you too, Mama."
You bit your lip, your eyes bright as you looked at him. “You ready to show me what’s in my stocking, daddy?”
He let out a breathy chuckle, "oh am I ever..." He bent and swooped you up in his arms like the bride of his you were. You laughed as he carried you effortlessly up the stairs, stopping to let you flick the lights off as you passed. As soon as he set you down in the bedroom, his hands were at the hem of your sweater dress and he whipped it up, over your head.
"Wait!" You stopped him, just before his lips were at your neck, in that tender spot that made your toes curl.
"What?" He panted. He was ready to enjoy Christmas Eve with his Sugar.
"I have a surprise." You pushed at his chest and he sighed, pulling back and settling on his side next to you.
You sat up and left the bed, grabbing a black bag from inside the closet as you went. It piqued his interest for sure. So he sat back and waited for you, stripping down to his boxers and nothing else as he did so.
In minutes, you were out, wrapped in a red silk robe with your hair down and brushed through, loosening those waves you set earlier. "In the chair, Stud."
He quirked a brow, "but...”
"Nope." You sauntered towards him. "No fun, until you do what I ask."
He swallowed and moved around to the chair you had for your vanity. He turned the chair to face you and sat in it. You met him there, slipping your legs on either side of his waist. "Hands behind your back."
You could hear his breath hitch and his chest pop against your hands. Goose flesh broke out across his skin. "Please, Sugar, just..."
"Hands. Behind. Your. Back."
He listened, he understood. He slipped his hands behind his back and you procured a set of your cuffs from your vanity drawer, all the while leaning over him, teasingly taunting him with your breasts in his face. His nose inhaled your scent and you felt the flash of hot breath from his lips and you pulled back. "Nah ah ah, you gotta work for it, Stud."
You could tell he was already dying to touch you, to see what was under that robe. Paul was easily starting to sport a tent in the tight material of his boxer briefs.
"You're killing me, Sugar." He whined.
You smirked devilishly and pulled at the ties to your robe belt. The silk material fell away to the floor revealing a deep red coloured bra and panty set made with lace and a little padding to push your breasts higher in their cups. You stepped forward, straddling him again. Your hips ground into his as you seated yourself back in his lap. "Whatcha gonna do? You're a little tied up."
"Let me out of these cuffs and I'll show you." He groaned.
You moved your hands over his bare chest and up around his neck, paying close attention to "his spot" as you went. You hummed as you spoke, "Now that wouldn't be fair would it? You'd get to have all the fun."
Your tongue ran along his neck, your lips dipping back over that scar before taking a second swipe. Paul's strong jaw ground into his teeth as his nostrils flared in wanton need. Desperation was building and that was your goal. To make him feral for you. To go hard like you'd wanted all day. Your hormones were raging, your time was now to capitalize on this fierceness you felt.
"This ain't fun, its' fuckin' torture," he ground out with a clenched jaw.
All you had to do was smirk as you pulled back, your pout plump. "Tell me what you want and maybe I'll let you go."
His skin was hot, his face flushed, his body on fire and you knew by the way his skin all over had a tinge to it. You leaned forward, your tongue at the joint of his jaw, your lips posting right at his ear.
You gave a breathy moan with a swirl of your hips as your hands rested on his shoulders, "Use your words, Disco, don't be shy."
"Fuck." He growled. "I wanna fucking bend you over that bed and fuck you so hard you can't sit down for a week."
You felt him solid beneath you, not only in physique but in his boxers. He was rock hard and ready for your soaked folds. But you weren't ready, you wanted some more play time.
You again dragged your tongue flat up the column of his neck then on the other side, a laving kiss to his scar with a nip to the underside of his jaw, the tip of your tongue tracing over that delicate new ink he was sporting. A soft script of 'Connor James' over his clavicle while your name, long healed over his heart.
Paul tried to thrust his hips into you but you were firm in your weight against him, giving you a pressure on your clit that was delightful. You whimpered.
"Soon, Stud."
"Now." He growled.
You leaned back and reached behind your own back with your two hands, unclasping that lace bra, your large and round breasts falling free.
"Jesus fucking Christ...." he gasped.
You hum in delight, knowing you have him right where you want him, right where he'd break his own wrists just to escape the cuffs if he so dared. You dropped to your knees, kissing the inside of his knee, up his left inner thigh and licking over his covered shaft and he about lost it there.
He shuddered harshly under your touch and his jaw began trembling as his whole body was fighting back to bust the chair and take you. You could see it, that how heavily you were getting to him.
He whimpered, "Baby, please... wanna touch you...."
Again you smirked and dragged your bare chest up his torso before you climbed into his lap for a final time, grinding down on him, rocking your hips to make your inside burn.
"How bad?" You whisper as you lean forward, your lips ghosting his.
"Fuck, more than anything..."
"Anything?" As you spoke, your lips touched.
"Right now, yeah." He panted.
You leaned forward and released one hand, it flying straight to your neck, pulling you down for a filthy, nasty kiss. And then he pulled back.
"Let my other hand go and I'll put my mouth somewhere you're gonna appreciate, a lot."
A sultry chuckle left your lips, "Is that a promise?"
"Oh, it's a promise Sugar, and you know I'm a man of my fucking word."
While still seated in his lap, you slowly bent your body over his and undid the remaining cuff. As soon as he was free, Paul was on you with a growl, you in his hands lifted by your thighs and planted firmly on your back on your bed. His lips crashed into yours with a ferocity you hadn't felt in a long while, a desperation that consumed you both.
He pulled back, but only so, "Fuck," he growled, "you're gonna find out exactly how that felt."
"Tell me about it, Stud."
A feral growl emitted from his chest as you kept challenging him. Christmas softness be damned, you started this, he was going to finish it. His hands left your thighs, grasping the thin sides of your matching red lace panties and pulled them down your toned legs, turning you to your belly once he had you naked. Those same hands gripped your hips and pulled them towards him, tilting you at the edge of the bed, all too quickly that you couldn't get your barings. And then you were gasping as Paul slid right into your soaked core.
"That's not..." you moaned as he thrusted, "your mouth, you fucking liar."
A hand gripped a little at your hair, pulling your neck towards him, his lips at your ear, "you wanted the naughty list, you're getting it, Sugar."
It was then that fullness disappeared and you felt empty, but you ground out a growl of your own as you felt that hot tongue flat against you from behind. Paul licked up your inner thigh, you bent over the edge of the bed, your hands grasping at the top comforter, your honey dripping down onto his tongue you were so wet.
"Fuck," you whimpered desperately. "I need to cum, fuck, Stud, please."
"Fuck that." He growled and lapped at you, poking his tongue into you deeply before sucking at your clit. "Don't you dare come."
Jesus Christ you didn't expect the night to go like this but you were here for it. You loved how he’d get a little rough with you and you weren't shy to admit it had been a long while since it was like this, just the two of you, no inhibitions. Something in you broke through the night and you felt the need for it now.
You were teetering on the edge of a vast void, ready to cum with force so much so that you were starting to tremble. Paul was still at you, like a man starved and eating his first meal in ages. Fingers and tongue lashing and dipping into you, curling and pumping at your insides. You were near boneless, all nerves ready to fire into oblivion.
When he stopped, he was gasping for air, his hand gently stroking his cock in his hands. Paul rolled you to your back and you sighed, eyes full of lust as you looked at him. He said nothing as he lined himself up with your opening. He didn't go in all the way, no, he started slowly with his leaking tip and stopped, then with his body caging you in, his hips slowly thrust forward, filling you inch by inch until you were stuffed.
Once you were full, those lips you loved to kiss and feel all over your body, crashed into yours as his hips picked up the pace.
"Fucking love you so much, baby," He panted out as he pounded into you. "Love that you're mine." His hand reached between the two of you and pressed into your clit, "Cum for me, Sugar."
Your dam broke and you were done, coming hard around him, creaming his shaft as you trembled beneath him, crying out his name.
"Thasit, baby." He groaned. "Fuck that feels good, honey." His hips faltered and quickly he was blowing right behind you. Grunts and a growl, your name over his lips as his chest pressed into yours. An obscene 'fuck' coming from his throat as his body went rigid, the stimulation just too much for you both.
Chests heaving and breaths pitching fast, you led beneath him, soft kisses to his chest and scar. "That was amazing," you sighed, your voice unsure of itself.
Paul rasped, "fuck yeah, it was."
"Merry Christmas, Stud." You cooed.
"Merry Christmas, Sugar." He kissed you tenderly.
*****
New Year's came and went and with it, in a flurry, the month of January. You both swore that since becoming parents, time seemed to move twice as fast. Your fourth wedding anniversary had been and gone and your precious baby boy was developing and growing day by day, his vocabulary coming on leaps and bounds. Just as Dotty had said, once he'd started, it didn't stop. From repeating loads of words to getting complete sentences down, the two of you were in full two year old territory before the birth date even came.
Now it was mid-February, just before the President's Weekend holiday. You had a doctor's appointment after your shift and Paul was home with Connor for some quality father-son time.
“So, buddy, you want orange or grape?” Paul held two juice boxes out towards him. CJ considered the question for a moment.
“Oh-wanj, pweez.”
"Orange, excellent choice."
He grabbed a beer for himself, then he and his little shadow walked into the den where the television and entertainment center sat. Paul sat, CJ to his right, each leaned back in their cushions, drinks in hand.
“So, Dodgers are playing, Pal.” Paul turned to look at CJ who turned his head to his dad. “Wanna watch some ball?”
"Dog-ers!" He happily clapped in response.
"Alright, that's my boy!" Paul flicked over to the channel and swung his legs up onto the coffee table, turning to CJ. “You okay, pal? Need anything else?”
"No tank you," he said with a smirk not unlike his father's.
Woody hopped up onto the sofa besides CJ, who giggled as the dog shoved his cold nose into his ear.
“Woody!” He laughed, pushing his head away. The large dog flopped down, his head filling CJ’s lap.
It was the fifth inning by the time either had moved, outside a diaper change, and Woody's head perked up indicating to Paul and CJ that you were home as the garage door rolled up and in a couple of minutes you walked into the house from the door.
“Mama!” CJ turned to face you, grinning. “Wash Dog-ers!”
"You're watching the Dodgers with Daddy? How fun!" You came in and pressed a kiss to his little head before bending down and kissing Paul softly as he titled his head backwards. You had to smile at the pair of them, lounging in almost identical poses on the sofa, the similarities between them was ridiculous even at Ceej’s young age. "Aren't you two a sight to see, twins, the two of you!”
Paul chuckled, “we’ve had fun, huh buddy?”
"Yep!" CJ nodded and drank his juice box.
Paul chuckled and rubbed his son's hair a bit. “Physical go okay?” he enquired, his eyes drifting back to the TV.
"Uh, yeah," you snorted, "yeah, just uh, everything's good."
Paul gave a noise of acknowledgment as he watched the Dodgers as they organised themselves for an inning.
“Dadda?”
"CJ...."
“We hit?”
“Yup, our innings.” He nodded, taking a pull from his beer as you slid your arms round his neck from behind, hand smoothing down his chest.
“Just think, Stud,” you kissed his cheek, “this time next year you’ll have one either side of you.”
“One what?” He asked, his eyes still on the TV.
"You'll have one on each side of you...."
“Yeah, one of what?” He asked again, his bottle back to his mouth. And then he gave a splutter, almost choking as his head whipped to look at you as you stood up straight. “You… you’re… noooo!”
You grinned and nodded, confirming your hint, "I'm pregnant."
Paul slammed the bottle down on the table before he stood and vaulted over the back of the sofa, wrapping you in his arms. “Oh, Sugar!”
“No talk!” CJ admonished, giving you both a filthy look before he turned back to the game.
“Double the sass, I can’t wait.” You rolled your eyes, before your face split into a grin.
"I love you, so damn much."
“I love you too,” you grinned as he kissed you.
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Day 10- Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Teardrop Diamond)
RNRP Ch 14
#rock n roll people in a disco world#wiypt25daysofchrismas#paul diskant x reader#reader insert#paul diskant#street kings#chris evans characters
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Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. (y’all I don’t even know 20 people)
Tagged by: @eddiesdiaz, @fyeahbuddie, @oneawkwardcookie
name/nickname: CJ (Ceej? CEEEEEJAAAY? And other variations)
gender: Mermaid
star sign: Aquarius
height: Britney Spears
time: 4:45pm
birthday: February 18th
favorite bands: ...I don’t listen to bands? That’s so weird. Uh... ABBA, Kirby Krackle, Original Broadway Casts
favorite solo artists: Emily Smith, Emilie Autumn, Emily Osment
song stuck in my head: I Can’t Love You Now by Sarah Jarosz
last movie: The Mummy (it’s a comfort movie, I watch it...too much)
last show: The Librarians (slowly introducing @oneawkwardcookie to one of my favourite shows)
when did i create this blog: 20- something. (2012? 2013? around there?)
what do i post: Original writing, fan fiction, reblog fandom stuff (9-1-1, Lucifer, Murdoch Mysteries, The Librarians, Merlin etc.), sometimes musical theatre stuff
last thing googled: what celebrity am I the same height as
other blogs: Mid-Week Update (mature content warning)
do i get asks: Not usually. My inbox is open, I promise.
why i chose my url: It was my writing username before I switched to CJ Evans and I’ve since switched back
following: 18
followers: 360
average hours of sleep: 9 (are they restful? No)
lucky number: 13 and 64
instruments: I play the vocal chord. I own a piano and guitar but could not play them to save my life
what am i wearing: Saucy little ask
dream job: Dance Captain on Broadway
dream trip: Tour of the Mediterranean
favorite food: Cheese tortellini
nationality: Canadian
favorite song: Caledonia by Emily Smith
last book read: Reflection by Elizabeth Lim
top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: Can I live in the Good Kingdom from Once Upon a Time (the one from the S7 finale)? Well that’s one. I keep overthinking it. Am I myself in this universe? Do I travel there voluntarily or was I born there? What part of the timeline am I in? Because Breakbills before The Monster would be dope but afterwards, I’m out of there. Could I live in the SVU universe where they always catch their criminal and comedians are actually convicted? So many factors.
Tagging: @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @captainofthefallen @wingedkiare @zeethebooknerd @gracieli @tylerhunklin @wizardbuckley @buckleysjareau @softboiidiaz @from-nova @florenceandthemachine
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PROMO JUNK
Name: CJ
Nick: Classic, prime, Ceej
Age: 21
Sexuality: Pan
🍃: crimes
Name: Daniel
Nick: Dan
Age: 21
Sexuality: The only straight character
🛡️: Fuck
Name: Sawblade
Nick: Saw, Blade (nobody ever calls him that)
Age: 18
Sexuality: Pan
🔥: Heya :D
Name: Sickle
Nick: Sicks, 6?
Age: 18
Sexuality: Bi
⚫: Bold of you to assume you can speak to me
Name: Swap!Dan
Nick: Razz
Age: 20
Sexuality: Pan
🍓: WHY IS THERE NO RAZZBERRY EMOJI DD:
Name: Swap!CJ
Nick: Swap
Age: 20
Sexuality: Pan
🌸:I'm not a fucking cat.
Name:Chain
Nick:
Age: 19
Sexuality: Pan
⛓️: I should start smoking
Name: Whiplash
Nick:
Age: 19, somehow
Sexuality: Pan but please don't date him he sucks :(
🩸: Silence, peasant.
Name: Mace
Nick:
Age: 23
Sexuality: Pan
🔨: Bonk.
Name: Scythe
Nick: Purble guy
Age: 18
Sexuality: Pan
🚩: I need a better thing for this
Name: Night
Nick: The Dark Prince
Age: 25
Sexuality: Pan
🌙: I'm Night, The Knight of The Night
Name: Zeitli Dniwer (said like; zeetly niwer)
Nick: Zeet, The Mage Of Space
Caste: Cerulean
Age: Whatever 20 is in sweeps
Typing Quirk: Any letter that spells "SCORPION" is capitalized
🦂: hellO ::}
Name: Nahdez Verard
Nick: Dez, The Rouge Of Hope
Caste: Cerulean
Age: Same as Zeit
Typing quirk: vowels x4, i dunno why
🔷: zeeeeeeeet, pleeeeaaaaseeee
Name: Sarvox Crodex
Nick: Witch of Void
Caste: Gold
Age: 21 in sweeps
Typing Quirk: (-) = H, 4=A, Capital U's and Double l's
⚡: Follykll w(-)o?
Blog info: They're just chillin in a pocket void or somethin, maybe some kinda house
Blog Rules: No nsfw, M!A's are cool
Mod info: I go by CJ (Yes he's a self insert, I'm not original in any capacity) He/Him, Minor
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Heartbroken that we will never get to meet her
#beautiful goth girl slimecicle save me. save me beautiful goth girl slimecicle#slimecicle#charlie slimecicle#sorry boys#ceej original
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"....What the hell are they saying?"
Me and my friends are rather normal about this particular blorbo
and guess what. it's MORE @cjsees FANART BABYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!
#loopcore#i should make a tag for all the fanart i make of ceej's characters#pfft#one day#art cabinet#digital art#art#sketch#artwork#oc art#original character
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◤✧ * ELIJAH MIKAELSON WHO LOOKS A LOT LIKE DANIEL GILLIES WAS JUST SEEN WALKING THROUGH NEW ORLEANS. I HEAR THE 28/1000+ YEAR OLD IS A ORIGINAL VAMPIRE. HE HAS BEEN BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD.
So i’m Ceej. my time is kind of a mess because i work all night at a 24 hour restaurant, so when i get home i rp and sleep at just the totally wrong hours.
important to know and i hope you guys can forgive me for it, i have watched to the end of the shows. so i’m a little blurry on some of the details from the shows after season 5 of tvd and season 1 of to. I have however watched legacies completely.
Elijah is going to be a mess when he gets back. He lost him very much in the originals as we see and only after he found klaus’ redemption and he was going to die, Elijah realized he had no idea who he was or what he would do with his life. after he had lost and given up so much for his brother. Katherine, Gia, Hayley. All dead :( i am.
Now that he is back he is going to be stubborn about having his own life. A life outside his family. He is going to become a doctor at the hospital. Try and date around. Have something normal. Might (though won’t actively look for it) think about what it would be like to take the cure. so basically his death has messed him up. He found peace with his family and loved ones but he isn’t sure it was really peace when all he wanted was a family and love of his own. He didn’t feel like he was redeemed.
Elijah could know some people from the hosptial. Or some first dates he has had since coming back. An ex lover that was killed in the past. Because the guy is 1000 years old he has to have had someone. Maybe a high school love before Tatia who he fell for. Back when he was a kid. 16/17. Maybe an adopted child.
If we ever get a Pearl or Anna i would love to do a story line that Elijah loved Pearl and turned her, maybe raised Anna for a bit before they all spit ways. Basically I’m open to an adopted child story line as long as it was before Marcel (because i don’t think Elijah would be foolish enough to do it after that given the Marcel thing went badly).
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✘ NICHOLAS MORRIS from TVD/TO/LEGACIES is a dead ringer for MILO VENTIMIGLIA. The WITCH/PSYCHIC (SEER) has been spotted on the shores of Mystic Island. Whispers on the island say they are +PROTECTIVE but also –DAMAGED who looks 29-year-old and are a RECEPTIONIST at TOWN HALL. They are CHILD OF RUBEN MORRIS, WENT TO THE SALVATORE SCHOOL, isn’t that interesting? (ceej/26/est)
how long has your character been on mystic island? what do they do/ their job/ their hobbies on the island? and do they like living on the island? what is the last thing they remember before coming to the island? do they know they aren’t from the island?
so nicholas is the child of ruben morrir (he is a canon from the originals: he is a witch that tries to kill rebekah when she is in the witch eva’s body because he is worried she is going to kill his son). that makes nicholas about 5 years older than hope. and he would have when it opened gone to the salvatore school. it would have opened when nicholas was 10 or 11.
nicholas always felt a little odd even in a city full of witches, much like his dad’s study, nicholas was into seeing the future. but his gifts didn’t stop at being a witch. he had more in common with the sirens that haunted mystic falls then many realized. nicholas’ mother was a psychic. that felt nicholas seeing both the future and what was in people’s minds.
he saw his mother’s death first and when his father had almost been killed by the mikaelson’s. but the oddest thing was the visions he saw of his future on the island. a place far away from his home. a place he was never going to get to. like the world was mocking him. his powers causing him more pain than happiness. death and pain haunted new orleans after all. he turned to drugs and alcohol to kill his ability to see the future and read people’s minds.
he came to the island and was right into the rehab on the island before he finally started rebuilding his life. it started with a job where everyone talks to you; a receptionist at the mayors office.
anything you want people to know about the way you are going to be playing your character?
nicholas is a good soul. kind of a loner, and not great with people at time because he sees alot more than anyone should about another’s life. he can’t be bothered with people who lie. but when push comes to prove he is a good person. he wants to help people. his father did it, but it doesn’t really have time for anyone that’s aggressive or violent or turns to violence before talking, as they remind him of his brother.
any connections or plots you want for your character?
someone he is seeing on the island, friends, exes, someone from the real world that he was in an off and on thing when he was doing drugs, maybe a vampire he has been letting feed on him. headcanon someone he has been having visions about in his future and just waiting to finally met. he is very much looking for someone with a good heart or someone who’s good heart he can find.
what canons would you like to see taken for your character?
more people from the salvatore school and just ocs. maybe a little sister.
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NAME: Rascal
DEBUT: Of Discordant Fists and Bloody Keys (Chapter 3)
AFFILIATIONS: Kid Pirates
OCCUPATIONS: Pirate, Combatant
RESIDENCE: South Blue (former)
EPITHET: ??
STATUS: Alive
AGE: 28
BIRTHDAY: April 28th
HEIGHT: [7'] [213cm]
BLOOD TYPE: F
BOUNTY: ??
FIGHTING STYLE: Sai
TRIVIA:
Fave Food: Pickles
Least Fave Food: Tomatoes
Fave Drink: Sex on the Beach
Flower: Venus Flytrap
Animal: Kagu
IRL Nationality: American
Hobbies: Watching Theatre, Racing
Renna's Notes:
I'm unsure how intelligent this one is, but he is very enthusiastic. Needs some manners beaten into him. - as of Chapter 5
Author's Notes: I will admit, a good deal of my original idea of Rascal's personality is due to ceejindeed (ask-bolthead-crew). He has evolved a bit, but if you enjoy the Kid Pirates and somehow have not seen ceej's work, you should go check it out!
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Got tagged by @psuedonom in yet another one of these things! This one’s pretty long and thorough, so I’ll put it under the cut.
Rules: To quote Pseu: “Answer 30 questions and tag 10 people–im not sure if they’re these specific questions, but i’m using the ones from the person whom last reblogged”
# following: 702
# of followers: 415
Average hours of sleep: About ten, although it never feels like enough.
Lucky number: 9, and not because of a certain visual novel.
Instruments: I used to play Alto and Soprano sax. It’s been a while.
What are you wearing: grey shorts, floral-print shirt
Dream job: Independent comic writer and/or game developer!
Dream trip: I dunno, but it usually involves hanging out with my American and Canadian friends.
Significant other: Don't have one, don't feel like I need one.
Birthday: September 12.
Height: Short.
Gender/pronouns: Female (she/her).
Other blogs: Christ, okay, here we go;
falsely-games: My gamedev blog, in theory.
courtenayjane: My original art blog, in theory.
falselypsychic: My MP100 manga spoiler sideblog.
alarmingbread: My D&D sideblog - mostly for The Curse of Ath Adon stuff.
video-nine: A RP blog for my OCs, that I don't get a lot of use out of because I’m nervous as hell. (But hey feel free to say hi.)
wickerblogging: My ask/rp blog for Wickerbottom, that I don't update nearly enough. (But I still take questions on it when I get them)
clairvoyantcongratulations, rancorousnerd, hookerhagakure, lafcadioboone, mediumwelldone, badbitchbeauregard, dalboz: Hoarded URLs, used for nothing in particular.
televisiondivision: RP blog for Persona Cataclysm-verse Clarissa Dunst, currently inactive (since the group is being restructured).
monstersandmotels: RP blog for Phantom Lakes-verse Ingrid Zheng, currently active.
epicmafiafalsely: My old DR mafia blog, currently password locked because it’s fucking embarrasing.
...And an assortment of other blogs that I’ve only got two or three posts on.
Nicknames: CJ, Ceej, Falsely, and in some obscure Neopets circles 'Muffin'.
Star sign: I'm a Virgo.
Time: It's about 9pm.
Favorite bands: Mystery Skulls, Lemon Demon, Streetlight Manifesto... I’m really more of a soundtrack person than a band person.
Favorite artist: I have... no idea.
Favorite tumblr artist: Friends and mutuals aside, I'd say tgweaver? Just... if you're gonna check out their blog, be warned that they draw a lot of porn inbetween their story stuff.
Song stuck in your head: Don't have any right now, but I'm currently listening to Parov Stelar - Catgroove.
Last movie you watched: Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
Last show you watched: Probably an episode of Spicks & Specks.
Why did you make your blog: Kyra (ludicrousmages) was super deep in the tumblr askblog community back in 2011, and encouraged me to make a personal so I could hang out with her and her friends. So I did. And then I never left.
What do you post: Reblogs of fanart, my opinions and recommendations of obscure games, my art, text posts about my adventures in game development, and short story snippets about my OCs. Also, a lot of these tag things!
Last thing you googled: “get out of jail free binding of isaac”
AO3: You can pry that info from my cold, dead hands. (Or you can ask privately.)
Do you ever get asks: Yeah, but they're usually from H, Madison or Brad!
How did you get the idea for your url: I had a passionate hatred for my high school literature teacher, and it never really went away.
Favorite food: Hot chips!
Last book you read: The Dungeon Master's Handbook for D&D (5e)
Top 3 fictional universes: All right, just going off the top of my head...
Zork: I grew up with Grand Inquisitor, and used to think it had some of the most beautiful environments I'd ever seen as a game. CGI has moved on since then, but it remains one of my favorite universes if only because of the sheer level of nonsense it operates on. Time travel, spells that turn purple things invisible, an afterlife shuttle courtesy phone...
Kingdom of Loathing/West of Loathing: Once again, fuelled by nonsense and obscure pop culture references. Loathing can also have some remarkably interesting lore when the developers feel like getting serious, and any character who isn't just a one-off enemy is usually pretty interesting.
Gravity Falls: Weird, wonderful, terrifying, full of mystery and yet strangely comforting.
Team Fortress 2: Okay, I know I'm adding in a fourth here, but holy shit I just remembered Soldier is a defense attorney and his roommate is a wizard who periodically gets in trouble with the mafia and has to get everyone to fistfight each other so he can pay off his debt with blood. That is a sentence.
Normally this is the point where I'd tag people, but a) I'm notoriously bad at doing that and b) Pseu kinda tagged a good chunk of my mutuals. So uuuuhhhhhh... hey @sirmat and @argentumsun - you dig these things, right
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