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A Shelby in it's natural environment is such a lovely sight 🌺
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finally found a decent priced coral shelby and the seller cancelled on me for no reason :-(
#the coral&toad color shelbies are the only ones I’m looking for still#i did get my paws on a juicy grape furby though! excited for him to arrive
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Angels // Bonnie Gold
Fluff that gets carried away and becomes NSFW by the end / you look after Bonnie after a fight. Vaguely based on the song Angels by the XX
"Y'know little dove I don't think this is what Tommy had in mind when he told you to draw me a bath..." Smirked Bonnie where he stood in the middle of the cool stone floor, watching you through the gathering steam. The deep green tiles on the wall glistened with condensation, your shoulders glistened too, little beads of water scintillating under the low light of the candles you'd lit and placed carefully all around the room.
"If it's not then he very naive..." you replied, your smirk just as soft, as mischievous as his.
If Bonnie had been asked to describe you in that moment, he would have said angelic. In just your faded coral slip, silky and drifting as if caught in a gentle current just above your knees, you looked as though you'd drifted down to him from heaven itself. And Bonnie had taken enough blows to the head that afternoon to believe in those kinds of miracles.
It had been a long fight and in order to try and rake in the most money from takings Tommy had asked Bonnie to prolong the fight until the 10th round. He'd taken more hits than he was used to and you'd been a little shocked to see him up close in the dressing room. When he'd been declared champion in the ring you had of course been able to see the blood smeared over his face, but to see the damage up close had left you shaking. You were certain that your brothers already knew about you and Bonnie's secret affections anyway but if they hadn't, then the way you'd rushed to hold his face so delicately in your hands, the way you'd insisted on cleaning him up yourself - and the way you'd done so with the gentleness of a saint - had to have given you away.
It had to have been obvious how in love with him you were. So you were right in what you'd said to Bonnie.
If Tommy hadn't known exactly what you would do the moment you were left alone with the young fighter, then he was stupid. Simple as that.
Still, whether you were right or wrong that didn't stop Bonnie being a little nervous at the thought of what Tommy would do to him if he ever caught the two of you together.
As you stepped up to him to begin undoing the buttons of his thin linen undershirt which was still stained with blood from the big fight, he found himself grow a little shy. For a second when you looked up at him with your big doe eyes, the picture of innocence as your fingers stepped nimbly, button to button down his chest, he didn't know where to look.
He tried to clear his throat, eyes wandering to study the ceiling but only for a second, unable to resist you for even a moment.
"Somehow I don't think your big brother wants you helping a 'savage' undress dove..." he said cracking a crooked little grin, the whites of his teeth showing as his dimple etched into his cheek. He was laughing at the remark which had been thrown around by more than one man in Charlie's Yard when the Golds had first arrived in small health, but you knew that somewhere beneath his stubborn, self assured surface, Bonnie harboured some doubts about himself when it came to you, the Shelby 'fuckin' princess.
Still, you weren't one to let your lad linger on thoughts like that and so as you slipped one hand beneath the linen of his shirt and smoothed it gently over his bruised chest searching for his heartbeat, you stood on tip toes and cupped his cheek with your other.
"My big brother told me to look after you Mr Gold," you said, your voice a troublemaking whisper as your eyes glowed and locked with his, " so thats just what I'll do and if he don't like it..." you said pausing momentarily when your eyes flickered over his tired cheek bones, your irises reflected in his, caught out for a moment by his rugged brusiy beauty.
"What?" He chuckled, his hand resting on yours as you remained holding his cheek, studying him with the faint flicker of awe in your pupils, "if he don't like it what?"
You closed your eyes and rushed to press your lips firm and lingering against his, catching him by surprise so that he almost stumbled back, his hand catching your shoulder to steady you both as you kissed his lips once and then twice, hesitating as you pulled away only to come straight back for another.
For a second he was so stunned all he could do was stand there gazing back at you, shocked by you moment of smothering affection. But his smile lingered and as he looked at you he found it increasingly difficult to let you finish your sentence.
"If he don't like it," you smirked stroking Bonnie's cheek with your thumb, "well one day this 'savage' is gonna be king of the whole wide fuckin world ain't he... So Tommy'll just have to get used to it." You said with such cheeky defiance, such determined confidence that Bonnie couldn't help but laugh at you and shake his head, grinning as he let his shirt fall from his shoulders and land in a heap at his feet.
"Alright," he said, his voice low and thick with amusement, "you've convinced me little dove but..."
"What?" You asked quietly as he reached out to you, fingers grazing your delicate shoulder, knocking the strap of your dress down so that it fell and revealed your soft skin. Your neck soft with an ethereal sheen left by the steam which had caressed and settled over you like a warm breath. The little heart shaped meeting of your collar bones above your chest, the freckles which scattered your body in all the places the sun had once reached out to touch you.
He was mesmerized by you at the best of times but now... Now when he was so tired, when his body ached from the fight, every muscle craving a little tenderness, now when he'd been waiting to get you alone all day... Now he was utterly convinced that you were a gift sent from god just for him.
"But..." he teased, leaning down to kiss you, letting his lips graze yours as he spoke with that unforgivable smirk, "when he finds out and you wind up in all sorts of trouble," he chuckled, "this savage ain't gonna stick around to save you sweetheart..." he said rolling his eyes when you giggled and shrugged him off, shrugging out of your slip and letting it fall as you dismissed his threat carelessly.
"You don't mean that..." you smiled up at him sweetly, biting back the most angelic of grins when he raised his brow and asked you just what made you so sure of that.
"You're always here to save me..." you said, eyes locking with his, a brief flicker of sincerity that left a small but proud smile on his lips. Your hands resting on his bare chest, your eyes flickering over the damage left by his opponent, a frown etching only to disappear just as quickly when you looked up at him and met him with mischief in your voice, "even when I really deserve it..."
He chuckled and shook his head, caught your shoulder just as you turned to step away so that he could pull you back to him. Bow his head to leave a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"C'mon," you murmured, tilting your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as you let him trail his fingertips down your neck, the steam misting between you like a veil to be brushed aside too.
You stepped into the water first, your fingers grazing Bonnie's palm as he held his hand out to steady you. Tender with you even now when it was supposed to be the other way round.
But you knew your Bonnie in and out and you knew that this was the only way he'd let you take care of him. If you let him pretend it was you who needed to be treated tenderly that evening.
The water was hot and for a moment after stepping in you felt that good sting spread from your ankles to your thighs. Bonnie watched as you lowered yourself beneath the water, watched your naked form dip beneath the surface, concealed from him by the dancing candlelight on the surface. He watched the water lap at your chest as you lowered yourself beneath the hot water to your neck, watched as your skin blushed a tempting shade of pink... And when you opened your legs slowly, your eyes flickering to meet his, your hand closing around his and tugging him closer to the tub well... he wasn't about to try and resist you.
You watched as he used one foot to push down the leg of his trousers, bit back a grin when he had to kick his foot a little to send his boxers on their way, but your smile changed when he returned his focus to you. When his eyes locked with yours, warm and dark and flickering with a tender kind of lust. One which was growing more familiar the longer you spent in the fighters company.
"Hurry up," you said with a childish kind of smile, "you'll get cold..."
"Not likely," he chuckled making some passing comment about you Shelby's and your luxuries. He was often teasing you for the spoils your family enjoyed, the wealth which seemed to leak unignorably from every corner of your lives. How you never showed to one of his fights in anything less than your finery. He was always making little jokes about how people would start rumours you were out of his league, but you were more stubborn than anyone when it came to that... That Bonnie would be champion of the whole world one day, that if anything it was the other way around.
"Bon please..." you stuck your bottom lip out, pouting up at him in the hopes he might stop stalling, stop giving you those hungry eyes and just slip into the water with you. "I'm trying to be a good girl here and you won't let me..." you carried on feigning a sulk, gasping exasperated and splashing water at him when he raised his brow.
"you? Good?" He smirked grinning and flicking his fingers through the water to splash you back, enjoying the little shriek and the way you flinched and squirmed away.
You whined as you brushed soapy water from your eyes holding your hand out to catch his again. Relieved when this time he gave in and joined you. His sigh of relief harmonised with yours as he lowered himself into the tub and came to rest between your legs. He couldn't keep the little smile off his lips when you sat up and wrapped your arms around him pressing your chest against his back, guiding him down into your embrace as you nuzzled into his neck and scattered tender little kisses like freckles over his skin. You kissed his shoulder and let your lips linger, smiling softly to yourself as you held him, so precious, in your arms.
He was much broader than you but with your arms and your thighs locked around his body you held him just as securely as he could ever hold you. And with your cheek resting against his shoulder he felt so at home. The ache of the fight seemed to melt away from him beneath your delicate touch and as you trailed your hands up over his biceps and leant back into the tub you brought him down with you until the two of you were lying down neck deep in the water, held by the heat and the steam.
You dragged your teeth gently over his neck as you kissed him again, tickling him affectionately as he tilted his head back against your shoulder. You watched as he smiled, his eyes closed, a satisfied little hum leaving his lips as he chuckled at your persistent playful advances.
"You seem happier now," he teased referring to the apparent panic which had gripped you when you'd first seen him in the changing rooms.
For a second you'd been terrified, a dagger through your heart at the sight of your love in such a sorry looking state.
"Don't think I like watching you fight as much as everyone else does..." you admitted with a shy smile, glad he wasn't looking at you to see the way you blushed. You felt silly admitting it but it was true. From afar it was easy to watch him, when you couldn't see the damage being done. When you could see the state he was leaving the other lad in. When he was grinning bright eyed despite the blood in his mouth, one fist held in the air. Champion again.
But when you had his wounded jaw held in your palm. When you could feel the heat and the swelling left after the show, when you could see how tired he really was after the fuss had all died down. Well, it scared you a little.
"That's because you worry too much." He chuckled turning his head so that he was nuzzled into your neck, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw as your fingers idled in his damp curls. "Does that mean I'm gonna have to fare without my good luck charm next time?" He asked looking up at you through his long black lashes.
"No," you said, your soft smile mirroring his, "I'll be at every single one of your fights, wouldn't want those girls from the front row getting any ideas..."
"Oh really? Were there girls in the front row?" He grinned trying to tease you with his clearly-for-show-feigned disinterest.
"Oh give over," you giggled trailing off as you spider walked your fingers down over his shoulder, letting your hand rest flat over his chest where you could feel the beating of his heart. "Actually," you said with a softer more self aware smirk, "I just couldn't let anyone else patch you up after... I wanna be able see for myself that you're okay you know? An I don't trust anyone else to know..."
Bonnie looked down at your hand on his chest, grateful that the dim light and the steam concealed the true cause of his blushing cheeks. He watched your hand resting on his heart and relaxed into your embrace. With your legs wrapped around him he felt so secure, so cared for. And everything you'd just said to him, he'd been secretly hoping to hear.
"So let me get this straight," he said, his teasing smirk hard to hide or hold back, "you y/n Shelby, think you know better than a trained doctor?"
"When it comes to you, yeah..." you bit your lip, feeling a little more shy when he held your hand and took it from his chest. Held it up to his lips instead, brushing his thumb over your knuckles as he pressed his lips to your palm and let it linger.
"You fuckin Shelby's," he muttered shaking his head disapprovingly, "you're all the fuckin same..."
"Oh well," you giggled letting your other hand trail down his chest beneath the water, letting your fingers graze his inner thigh temptingly, "if we're all the fuckin same maybe you'd like to swap me out for one of my brothers..." you said with a cheeky smile, your hand squeezing his thigh, trying to tease him.
"No dove," he grinned, his voice catching in his throat as he felt your fingers wandering below the water, felt your knuckles gentle caress lightly up his semi hard length. "I promise you I would not."
His voice was lower then, a little tight sounding as your fingers curled around his length and began to massage him gently.
He was quiet then, his breath and your breath, the gentle lapping of the water against the sides of the tub, the only sounds as he relaxed under your touch.
As you moved your hand slowly beneath the water you left a scattering of lethargic open mouthed kisses over his shoulder and up along his neck, trailing slowly up to his jaw. He couldn't hold back the soft groan of pleasure which left him as you settled into a gentle rhythm, your thighs squeezing a little tighter around his waist.
As you worked at relaxing Bonnie you felt your own body growing more sensitive too. Your nipples hard, rubbing his back, a heat between your open legs that only the current of the water moving between you could satisfy. And really all that tickling current served to do was drive your longing.
"You really are a good girl aren't you little dove," he hummed as he pushed himself up a little so that he could reach to catch the corner of your mouth in a kiss.
And when you felt his lips brush yours you couldn't help but give in to him and let him take what he wanted from you. With one hand reached up behind you he held the back of your head and guided your lips down to meet his, opening your mouth with the flick of his tongue. You let him in, let his tongue brush over yours as he hummed in pleasure, the vibrations sending a little spark straight to your tummy. Sparking your own desire to a torturous level as you carried on pleasuring him beneath the water.
"Don't get used to it..." you tried to tease pulling away from his kiss only able to escape his pull for a moment before he cut you off and pulled you back in. His lips locked with yours hungrily as he slipped his tongue back into your mouth. His fingers tangled in your hair, his strength meaning he could force your head down closer to him with ease.
He kissed you harder, biting your lip and tugging to draw you in even closer, your moan melting with his when you tightened your gentle grip around his shaft to apply just enough pressure as your slipped your palm over his head and rolled your thumb over his tip.
You felt him grow even harder against your palm and bit back a satisfied little smile enjoying the knowledge that you were turning him on. Enjoying the thought that any minute now he'd lose the will to resist you and have you pulled up into his lap in seconds.
That was your favourite thing to do. Tease him until the switch flipped in his head and he simply picked you up, manouvered you however he want you, took you however he needed to.
He was so much stronger than you and the reminder of that fact in those moments of passion left you dizzied by your desire for him.
And this time it was just the same.
The needy grunt which escaped him as you teased his balls with your palm. The way he stiffened for a second, paused to think about it before he settled on his next move.
The way once he'd decided he moved so quickly, not caring for the mess of water he sent spilling over the sides of the tub when he swapped your places in the bath and pulled you up onto his lap.
Suddenly you were completely exposed. Suddenly it was you blushing, balanced perfectly before him, water rushing down your body, rivulets trickling over your breasts. Steam rising from your skin. The flicker of light from the wavering candles. The shadows which danced over you as you lowered yourself onto his cock with a soft sigh. You were heavensent. As he leant back in the tub, his hands caressed the curves of your body, watching you shiver and blush with his every delicate tough, he was certain of it. You were an angel sent down to earth just for him. He was the luckiest man alive.
"Fuck.." you breathed, a self conscious shake in your voice as you smiled and felt his cock stroke the sensitive spot inside you. Teasing you as he moved slowly and then not at all.
For a minute he was still, and his hands resting firmly on your hips held you still too.
You could feel yourself clenching and relaxing around his shaft, could feel the needy pulse beating in your clit, the wanting ache in your thighs. But bonnie was strong enough to hold you still and the small amount of pressure he applied was enough to render you helpless.
He let his eyes trail the length of your body slowly and smiled, you were gorgeous and he wanted to memorise every detail of the way you looked in that moment. Wanted to lock your image away in the back of his mind so that next time he was in that ring he could remind himself just what he'd be going home to if he won.
"Jesus Christ y/n I think you might be a fuckin angel you know..." he smirked, his soft chuckle as he spoke leaving a blush which glowed on your cheeks and your breast bone. With one hand still holding your hips he let his other trail back up over your belly and between your breasts. His smirk lingering as he watched you shiver beneath his touch. He could get cocky sometimes, when he watched how weak you were for him. How dependent on him you were in these moments when you found yourself at the mercy of his touch.
"With a mouth like that you'd better hope I'm not... I'll tell on you and you'll never get to..." but just as the word 'heaven' teetered on the tip of your tongue Bonnie pushed your hip down, grinding your crotch against his so that instead of teasing him all you could do was shiver and whimper instead.
"What was that little dove?" He asked, sitting up a little straighter so that he could look you in the eyes as he fucked you.
You were lost for words then, your eyes sparkling with amusement, a shy kind of knowing when you met his gaze and held it giving in and letting him manipulate your body. Moving your hips to the rhythm he set with a little smile on your lips.
His nose knocked against yours as he caught your lips with his mumbling the softest "I love you" as he ground your hips down even harder than the last time, sending a wave of pleasure through your core and a flutter of butterflies through your tummy. You couldn't help the smile which glowed on your face as he kissed you again. He kissed the corner of your mouth and then your cheek, trailed a freckling of kisses alone your jaw and neck only to change his mind a moment later and return to kiss you on your open, moaning mouth.
Your back arched with pleasure as you began to pick up the pace, his hands smoothing up your waist, holding you firmly as you moved up and down his shaft, digging a little deeper each time as you tried to chase your high.
He ran his hands up your back and held your shoulders, pulling you in flush against his chest. Your nipples rubbing against his chest as the two of you moved in harmony, your sighs of pleasure harmonising too.
You could tell you were making a mess, could hear the water splashing over the side of the tub and hitting the floor in little waves, but you didn't care about that anymore.
All you cared about was getting as close to one another as possible. And all you knew was you couldn't get close enough.
You were growing desperate, clutching at one another, forehead to forehead, your eyes closed as you kissed fiercely and took all of the adrenaline from the fight out on one another.
"You know I don't understand," you whispered, your voice shaking as you snatched in little breaths only to let them go moments later with sighs of pleasure, "how the rest of the world sees you every day and isn't... Isn't as..." you were growing weaker by the second but when you held Bonnie's cheek in your hand and looked down at him through the steam rising from the water, you were determined to get your words out and speak from your heart, "isn't as in love with you as I am..."
And as the words left your lips you watched Bonnie smile, his eyes still closed. His lips finding yours quickly for another kiss before he hushed you. His lips brushed over your ear lobe as he whispered to you.
"Shh little dove," and slipped his thumb into your mouth to quiet you as he pushed himself up deeper inside you and enjoyed the way you shivered in his hands. "I love you too angel but hush now Dove.."
Your eyes fluttered shut once more as you wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked slowly, trying to relax so that you might hold on for a moment or two more.
But Bonnie didn't want you to hold on anymore, didn't want to watch you restrain yourself in anyway and so despite your best efforts to hold onto your high for a moment more, all it took was another teasing drag and thrust for you to come undone and collapse weak and shaking in his arms.
And hearing your little cry of pleasure as you crumbled was all it took to send him over the edge too so that as your body shook with your orgasm, you felt him grow inside you and release. A warmth filling you as he held you firmly down in his lap, squeezing your body so securely against his as you nuzzled into his shoulder and felt his lips on your neck. He nuzzled into you two, his chin on your shoulder as he dragged his lips over your skin and mumbled to you once again how much he loved you. How precious you really were to him.
You kept your eyes closed for a moment, your head bowed, your cheek against his as you listened to the sounds of your breath and his breath overlapping. The licking of the water against the tub slowing as everything in the room began to still with you.
You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he filled you up, your clit throbbing too as you ground hips at growing ever longer intervals.
You couldn't keep the smile from your lips, that giddy full of love feeling washing over you. The feeling only growing stronger when Bonnie looked up at you, held your cheek in his hand and guided you back to his mouth for a softer, even more tender kiss than all the others before it.
When he pulled away and leant back against the tub, his curly hair falling damp and lazy across his eyes, his smirk was lazy too. Lazy but smug. It left you eyeing him suspiciously as you asked what he was looking at you like that for.
For a second he was quiet, his mischievous little smirk twitching as he shrugged his shoulders and tried to play at innocence.
"Bonnie what?" You whined giggling though you were growing a little frustrated, a little desperate. He was making you blush again and the longer he left you in silence with that stupid smirk on his lips, the more desperately you needed to know. "Please Bonnie what?!"
"You wouldn't tell god on me..." he said, that smug smirk remaining and certain because he knew he was right. And you couldn't deny it either.
"No." You whispered sheepishly, looking down shyly as you bit back a smile. Didn't look away quick enough to miss the way Bonnie was gazing up at you still. As if he really did believe he was looking at an angel.
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The more powerful the magic the witch possesses, the more in tune the witches become with their magic.
Scott’s heart stops beating, and necrosis sets in. He becomes silent and more withdrawn, focused on his goal. It is debatable whether or not he even remembers Milo’s face anymore.
Cleo is both in the future and stuck in the past. One part is withered and nothing more than stone bones, while another is alive and beating, blood flowing through it’s veins, only to spill out when it reaches a rotting stump.
Shelby becomes more wispy and temperamental. She can shine as bright as the sun, become one with the fog and mist, or rain down hail like bullets. She is the closest mortal to divinity, and her temper becomes more and more volatile, sparks flying.
Pris is like a Cryptid beneath the ocean’s waves. Scales litter her skin, with bioluminescent spots scatter upon said scales. Her hair are like jellyfish tentacles, while her maw is filled with razor sharp teeth. Fins sprout from her limbs and coral grows on her skin. Look out for the shark in the water.
Joey simultaneously becomes cold as ice and as hot as fire. His skin is a pure white and icy to the touch while his blood boils within like lava. He is always melting and giving off steam like a kettle. It hurts, it hurts so much, but it’s nothing he can’t handle, he just wants to be accepted again.
Tiff is one with the green. Her flesh, bark and stems. Her blood, nectar. Her hair, thick vines. The forest guardian will endlessly expand the border of her forest. Those who harm the forest will find their innards strewn around the branches, like a brutal celebration.
Eloise’s form is no longer humanoid. It’s horrifying, with a single look killing those with shock. She uses her illusions to disguise herself, but is no longer able to remember her face, so she pretends to be someone else.
Lauren is the emissary of the desert, her body as sturdy as limestone, and painted with intricate patterns. She trudges through the desert heat, her bread no longer edible and her fillings long gone.
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'Since his breakthrough performance in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later over two decades ago, Cillian Murphy has become one of the biggest names in acting. Later, Murphy honed his skills with an iconic performance as Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders and a series of collaborations with beloved director Christopher Nolan. After appearing in The Dark Knight, Inception, and Dunkirk, he now takes on the starring role of the eponymous Oppenheimer in one of the most anticipated films of the year.
Alongside the Irish actor’s love for cinema, he also harbours a passion for music. In his youth, Murphy sang and played guitar in bands, even meeting his wife at one of his gigs in the mid-1990s. His most promising band was The Sons of Mr Green Genes, named after the Frank Zappa song, which featured Murphy and his brother Páidi. Acid Jazz Records even contacted the duo to offer them a deal, but they declined.
Though Murphy’s gigging days are behind him, music remains a huge part of the actor’s life. During an interview with the Sunday Independent Life Magazine, he stated: “The only extravagant thing about my lifestyle is my stereo system, buying music and going to gigs.” He still plays and writes alone and with friends and was even featured on a recent single by The Coral.
Expectedly, for someone so well-versed in music, Murphy’s taste is varied. Though he presents on the alternative station BBC Radio 6, his taste stretches beyond dad rock. From the early synth-pop of Christine and the Queens to fellow Irish performer Van Morrison, Murphy has littered his interviews and radio shows with wide-spanning music recommendations. We’ve collated a number of tracks he’s shared his love for throughout the years.
Murphy once awarded the title of his favourite band to Radiohead, naming ‘No Surprises’ as the song he wishes he’d written in an interview with NME. He states: “I think they’re the biggest band, who became the biggest band in the world without wanting to be the biggest band in the world. They’re probably my favourite band.”
Murphy also once noted his love for the contemporary Irish band Fontaines D.C. On one of his shows for the BBC, he stated, “I’ve been playing a lot of Irish music, but I am Irish, and there is a great explosion of new Irish music!” He names ‘Liberty Belle’ as one of his favourite tracks from their 2019 debut album Dogrel, but adds, “Every single tune, they’re relentlessly themselves.”
Murphy also shared his love for rapper Kendrick Lamar, noting that DAMN was the first album his 11-year-old son ever purchased. Murphy’s own was The Final Countdown by Europe: “I’m not ashamed of it; it’s a great riff. But Kendrick Lamar… Look, I think he tips it.”
Ranging from Beatles classics to contemporary rap and 2000s indie, check out our collated list of Oppenheimer star Cillian Murphy’s favourite songs below.
Cillian Murphy’s favourite songs:
Christine and the Queens – ‘Tilted’
Elbow – ‘Fly Boy Blue / Lunette’
Europe – ‘The Final Countdown’
Fleetwood Mac – ‘Man of the World’
Fontaines D.C. – ‘Liberty Belle’
Jackson C. Frank – ‘Blues Run the Game’
John Lennon – ‘God’
Kendrick Lamar – ‘YAH’
Low – ‘Always Trying to Work It Out’
Marvin Pontiac – ‘Small Car’
Massive Attack – ‘Hymn of the Big Wheel’
Paul McCartney – ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’
Radiohead – ‘Daydreaming’
Radiohead – ‘No Surprises’
Stevie Wonder – ‘Sugar’
The Band – ‘The Weight’
The Beatles – ‘Love Me Do’
The Kinks – ‘You Really Got Me’
The Strokes – ‘Someday’
The Velvet Underground – ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’
Van Morrison – ‘Sweet Thing’'
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each one of them has a kingdom.
katherine rules over a forest, filled with flowers and peacful days. she hopes no one will see a war, or a bloodshed. of course, her hopes are empty and changed now.
scott rules over a city, filled with gold and ice. he hopes that everyone will be content and happy with their lives. of course, his hopes are empty and gone now.
joel rules over a kingdom of sand, filled with colours. he hopes everyone will not suffer from being different, and will accepted. of course, his hopes are empty and cracked now.
gem rules over a magical school. it grew from a town, and she hopes that no one will be alone and will find a purpose for themselves. of course, her hopes are empty and away now.
sausage rules over an army, filled with barracks. his generals are his advisors and his civilians are his soldiers. he hopes no one will be unprotected and dead. of course, his hopes are empty and lit up in flames now.
fwhip rules over a land of technology. its filled with redstone and gunpowder. he hopes no one will be left behind and lose their family. of course, his hopes are empty and blown now.
shelby rules over a sea of mushrooms. its filled with wolves. she hopes no one will have to suffer being the last of themselves. of course, her hopes are empty and only stories now.
jimmy rules over the swamp. its filled with slime and coziness. he hopes no one will have to suffer through loneliness and despair. his hopes are empty and stolen now.
pix ruled over the desert. it was filled with relics and memories. he hoped no one would be forgotten and left behind. his hopes are empty and exiled now.
pearl rules over the farmlands. its filled with animals and companions. she hopes no one will go hungry or disposed. her hopes are empty and wasted now.
joey rules over the jungle. jts filled with animals and tall trees. he hopes no one will have to suffer without their loved ones, or through a toxic relationship. his hopes are empty and crazed now.
and lizzie rules over the ocean. it was filled with corals and lilypads. she hopes no one will suffer without their family. her hopes are empty and forgotten now.
everyone has a kingdom.
has. has.
has.
ha-
had.
everyone had a kingdom.
theyre not there anymore.
#empires smp#empirestober#day 3#kingdom#my write shit#yeah#scott smajor#joey graceffa#mythical sausage#fwhip#gemini tay#shubble#katherine elizabeth#lizzie ldshadowlady#joel smallishbeans#pixlriffs#jimmy solidarity#pearlescentmoon
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Nick Mag's SpongeBob Character Contest
In the August 2009 issue of Nickelodeon Magazine, there was a contest to see who could come up with their own SpongeBob characters, and the winners would get their characters drawn by one of the official artists. These characters, as well as a number of runner-ups, were showcased in the December 2009 issue, the last issue of the magazine's original run. Unlike the Avatar character contest that ran in the magazine beforehand, these characters were never utilized elsewhere.
Winners
Fredrick*
Personality: Very old-fashioned.
Often says: "I disapprove of this."
Likes: A good cup of English tea (virtual).
Dislikes: That his daughter (Karen) married Plankton.
More facts: He makes old jokes that no one likes. He lived in a computer store, then moved to the Chum Bucket after his wife shorted out.
Brenton M., age 12, Cumberland, Virginia
Stanley
Personality: Plain and boring.
Often says: "Why does everyone assume I'm funny?"
Likes: Nothing. Even Squidward is more cheery than he is.
Dislikes: Popcorn, his job, being stereotyped as a happy, smiley, stupid clown.
Funny because: Everyone assumes he's funny because he's a clown fish, but he's not.
More facts: He sells popcorn at a Bikini Bottom movie theater and lives in an empty tissue box.
Jessica and Adam M., ages 12 and 10, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Roberto Poncho Eelinski the 27th
Personality: Arrogant, sexy, bound to break out in song.
Often says: "Ladies, ladies, please! There's enough of me for everyone!"
Likes: Attention, exercise, flamenco dancing, ladies.
Dislikes: Larry the Lobster (who steals his spotlight).
Pet: Magestico the sea horse.
More facts: He has a Latino feel, has a 172-pack of abs, and lives in a beautiful mansion. Pearl loves him.
Emily R., age 11, Ankeny, Iowa
Honorable Mentions
Sal
He owns over 500 different Hawaiian shirts.
Stephanie D., age 14, Los Angeles, California
Shelby
He has a pet piranha named Fangs.
Amelia T., age 13, Buxton, North Carolina
Mermaid Man's Daughter
She lives in the Merma-lair.
Morgan J., age 8, Uncasville, Connecticut
Crazy Marv
He lives in an old Converse shoe stuck in a forest of coral.
Jax S., age 13, Aptos, California
Johnny Wings
He owns an eco-friendly restaurant called Algae Grub.
Austin F., age 12, Baltimore, Maryland
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*The original drawing has his name written on his body, calling him "Fredrick 2000"
#fredrick 2000#fredrick#stanley#roberto poncho eelinski the 27th#spongebob squarepants#spongebob#nickelodeon magazine#nick mag#nickelodeon#nick
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Pirate Joey has heard many stories, tales, legends, what have you. It’s hard not to when the only source of entertainment he and his crew had were some shanties and stories. Someone could tell a story about how they fought a barracuda to save a dog that somehow fell into the water and they wouldn’t care if it was true or not. Someone could tell a story about their daughter back home and how they’re learning how to walk and they will all coo and aww as they share sentiments about their homes. Someone could just tell any made up stories and they will listen, because what else are you going to do?
One story that Joey completely adores though, is the tale of the Ocean Queen and her Empire.
One of his crewmates told the story once, when they settled in a cove for the night and they all gathered in a circle in the middle of the ship. They pulled out a worn leather bound book from their bag that they said they found in a sunken ship. The book’s cover has been so damaged that the title isn’t readable, the pages were fragile and some are torn, unsalvageable, having been soaked in seawater for so long. But there are some new pages added; they tried to salvage as much as they can. Now the crew is more excited than before.
They told them about a girl who wanted to make a name for herself, so she decided to build an empire in the ocean. She built islands and brought life to them, with land animals and farms and even people. Slowly but surely, her empire grew and grew into a beautiful but strong one. She married the Mezalean King, but just as they were about to live their happily ever after, a demon named Xornoth ran rampant around their world, causing chaos and mischief wherever they went. So the other rulers have made a plan to defeat the demon once and for all and they were successful!
The Ocean Queen then found that the ruler from the Cod Empire is her long lost brother and they were reunited. But tragedy struck once more in the form of a Rapture. It tore the lands apart and all hell broke loose. Lives were lost and empires were destroyed and that caused most of the rulers to run and abandon their empires. When the Ocean Queen went to check on her empire, the ocean had dried out.
“I don’t know what happened after that.” The crewmate said mournfully. “The final pages were so damaged that I couldn’t make out anything.” The crew voiced their disappointments but still said that the story was intriguing and they all talked amongst themselves about their own theories. It was a very interesting story, Joey must admit, and it has been his favorite story since then.
“Hey Cap! Do you think the Ocean Empire is true?” One crewmate asked him then, the morning they were preparing to leave the cove they stayed in.
“I like to believe that it existed at some point.” He answered truthfully, the crewmate beside him excitedly nodded and they kept talking about it until more joined in. It was a fun day just full of theories about the existence of a long forgotten empire. There were even plans to try and find remains of said empire, and though they were said jokingly, Joey can’t help but think that maybe they should do that at some point.
Joey sighs, pulling out the book from his bag. Somehow he managed to save the book when the ship sank. Small mercies, he supposed. The book was even more worn down than before: pages torn and lost and some now unreadable from the water damage. Curse those fucking skeletrons.
He groans, dragging a hand across his face, tiredness digging deep into his bones. He looks down at the book again and then to the waters, and then back at the book.
Didn’t Pixlriffs say he was a historian? Hm, maybe he should pay him a visit. Maybe they could even look for ruins together in the future. And, oh! Maybe Shelby can find a way to restore the book? That’d be fantastic.
Joey stashed the book carefully in one of his chests and plopped himself on his bed, dreaming of axolotls and a palace made of quartz and corals and a tall faceless woman with blue skin.
#aughhhh people unearthing stuff from the past is one of my favorite trope and u bet ur ass im gonna be absuing that /j#empires smp#empires smp s2#empires season 2#joey graceffa#ldshadowlady#chiri writes#didn't bother to check any errors because my brain is currently going beep bop skidebop rn#brain always goes to fnf mode when i have hw it's so weird#anyway bye lmao
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What Empires/Life SMP members do you think would be certified in kayak safety? :3c
Hmmmm let see...
Empires S1
Jimmy
Pearl
Sausage
Joel would try and fail
Empires S2
Sausage
Scott
Shelby
Pix
LimLife
Coral Kids
Grian
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Nora: Apparently, if corals get stressed, they die.
Leah: So, if I were a coral, I'd be dead.
Shelby: What could corals possibly have to be stressed about?
Toni: Current events.
Dot: Get out.
#the wilds#fatin jadmani#dot campbell#martha blackburn#rachel reid#shelby goodkind#nora reid#toni shalifoe#leah rilke#incorrect quotes#incorrect the wilds quotes
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She spookyverse: the newbies (pt 1)
Penny: alien
Sweetie: werewolf
Coral: kraken/siren
Shade: widow
Kiara: scarecrow
Thunder: fog shifter
Oreo: witch
Cloud: ghost
Snowball: gorgan
Flambé: headless horseman
-mod Shelby
(Yaaaaay :D)
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I never asked you but do your ocs have any headcanon voices? And do you have examples
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Oooo cool question! Yes i do have voices for them! Kation, as briefly mentioned here, has a fairy deep and rough/ragged voice, with an animal-like growl hiding just beneath the surface of the voice, coming through more clear when hen raise hens voice. Kinda like a cigarette voice in a way?
Corals voice sounds like broken glass and rocks rubbing togheter, depends on the pitch. Ig sometimes he sounds like a Minecraft enderman lol
Smørbrød has the voice of Peridots (Steven Universe) VA: Shelby Rabara :)
Thanks for the ask it was fun!
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Hey! Yall mentioned something about empires? Curious, who are your main people, alliances, ships, etc?
Sincerely, an avid Gem fan who misses the WRA (would nominate them but they're more siblings than qpr and no matter where you put Sausage and Pearl in that dynamic you can't make the canon twins work lol) (God I miss them though) (someone tell fwhip and Sausage to stop making references it makes me sad)
yesyes im very much an empires fan!! i'd say i watch mainly scott, gem, and lizzie, but i HAVE watched most povs a considerable amount. im LEAST familiar with sausage, jimmy, and joey. i LOVE watching sausage's videos but like. oh my god. there is SO MUCH. i cannot keep up.
i'm a big flower husbands enthusiast!! also i wouldn't call myself a nature wives shipper but i don't Not ship them. i love s2 nature wives. theyre great. also LOVED shelby in s2. corruption arcs my beloved. OH AND OLI IN S2. I WATCH OLI ASWELL.
overall i am a scott smajor enthusiast i support his rights and wrongs. my main ships are majorwood & flower husbands but i've been around the esmp fandom enough to know most of the popular ships. personally i actually do quite enjoy the idea of scwhip or weather husbands. then again scosage is great. you really can't beat the afterlife scosage dynamic though.
in a similar vein, if you ever want to talk about coral kids from limlife or divorce quartet from double life i am your GUY i fucking LOVE divorce quartet im so normal- <--is VERY NOT NORMAL ABOUT CORAL KIDS & DIVORCE QUARTET.
[i won't go too in-depth but like. if you waaaant to ask me more about the block men im very normal about them. i totally would not write multi-paragraph essays. i have not written copious amounts of fanfiction. i am normal. (all lies. in case you couldnt tell. Mostly about smajor. im a scott smajor enthusiast through and through)]
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artfight 2023 dump 1
[ID: The first image is of two blue rabbit men. One is facing away from the other with crossed arms, and the other is lighting a cigarette. The second image is of a Salmonid sitting on her tail, with a splatted inkling and her worried friend in the background. The third image is of a brightly colored pink vampire squid inkling posing with peace signs, next to a squid version of herself, and a pink-haired smallfry. The fourth image is a screenshot from the Barnacle and Dime stage in Splatoon 3, a mall where a bunch of inklings and octolings are playing turf war./end ID]
CHARACTER CREDITS: merlin from @heliumite-josie, hawk skipper and haz from floofus, trixxie from trixie_stix, jaunt shelby volley and chelsea from @bonesjaunst, atlas coral puget and levi from @milkcity, ponzu from pavluvv, and ink/five from inking5!
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Day 12 - Ancient
The pillars of the Greatbridge were centuries upon centuries old; it was only natural for them to experience some wear-and-tear. Unfortunately, they were in water, and some parts of the pillars had begun to disintegrate under the new weights on the pedestals. So, who better to fix it than Pix himself? He’d gathered all the materials he should need—clay, mud, stone of many types, and a special tar mix he used for waterproofing. It should have been an easy trip—take just one of Shelby’s water breathing potions, patch them up, and then head back to his base for a nice herbal tea, flavored with a bit of froglight juice. He was thinking maybe ochre this time—it had a distinctly fruity taste that he could really go for right about now.
So, of all things, he hadn’t expected to find a ship under the waters. It was made out of a smooth and slightly spongy material that he immediately recognized as warped wood. Warped wood was naturally fireproof, but he was not certain if it was waterproof. He’d have to test that sometime—warped wood would either be a terrible shipbuilding material or an absolutely fantastic one, he wasn’t quite sure. The planks were kept together by a special waterproof tar that he took a sample of, curious to know if it matched the tar that he used for his reconstructions. The ship was well-built, sturdy with excellent craftsmanship. There was very little wear-and-tear other than the original sinking, even with how long it must have been down there. The ship was covered with plants of all kinds, kelp and seagrass and every color of coral. The mast protruded from the wreck, looking lonely and sad in the water’s depths. It was relatively small, likely a fishing vessel of some kind. There was a small captain’s corner tucked into the upper deck and alcoves where bunkbeds would be on the lower deck. Unfortunately, half of the lower deck was irreversibly smashed, and he wouldn’t be able to explore that. The captain’s door was locked, and he fiddled with it for a good while before surrendering and vowing to bring proper lockpicking equipment later. He began searching through the barrels in the ship, curious to see what may have been inside.
He spent hours down there, observing all the little artifacts and clipping small samples of coral for further study. It was fascinating, observing this ship. There was even what appeared to be a stairway down into the earth beneath, though it was blocked. He’d have to come down later with a strength potion to remove that for further exploration.
All too soon, Pix had to come to the surface, his water breathing potions now all gone and only seconds left before the last one ran out. He’d have to commission Shelby for some more, though he wasn’t sure if she needed any froglights. Maybe he could trade some magma cream instead?
Later, Pix would have to put together a proper exploration of the sunken ship, taking out some of the artifacts and preserving them. The water here was not quite freshwater, but not quite saltwater, so they should be just as well-preserved as the ship. They’d be better off if the ship was just a little bit more towards the sea, but then he might never have found it. He was just lucky that the ship was as preserved as it was.
He’d probably have to expand the museum now—it wasn’t large enough for all the artifacts he was finding. He wondered for a moment about who originally made it, about what artifacts used to be in it, before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He��d likely never find out, so it wasn’t much use daydreaming about it and driving himself up a wall. He’d just need to find a new excavation project to keep his mind busy, which shouldn’t be too hard. There were always lots of artifacts to be found and ruins to explore and patch up around here.
Oh, and that tea he was planning on getting. Definitely pearlescent froglights. He could use the slightly minty taste in his tea, that sweet coolness with the barely detectable flavor of peach or dragon fruit. He’d have to stay up late again, he noted, gazing at the deep purple sky. He didn’t mind, though—what could be better than recording his latest discovery by candlelight with a nice cup of tea?
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